A/N: I have finally received a review! Wooh! What a milestone. Thank you ACertainCrimsonFox. It is very much appreciated. I feel like I should leave author's notes more often to try and connect with the readers a bit more, but I never know what to say. It's so frustrating. Hmm... do I have anything to say? Actually, yes I do. If anyone is annoyed by some of the chapters being a bit longer while some of them are also ridiculously short, I'm gonna try and fix that at some point. Once I'm done with all 66 chapters worth of this (did I mention I have 66 total chapters planned? A lot, I know), I'm gonna go back and edit the whole thing while I write part 2 of the series. Also, it's a series. With 12 planned entries. I really should cut down on that. Way too ambitious for my means. Anyway, I'll bet you're all tired of my rambling, so on with the story!
Fredbear wasn't entirely sure where the men driving the truck were taking him, Tchin and Mary. He'd caught a few sentences about the new location and something about a storage unit but nothing about where either of them would be. There were no windows in the back of the truck, so he couldn't see anything either. By the way the others in the truck were acting, with Tchin brooding and Mary still asleep from Fredbear's meddling, he was practically left alone with his thoughts.
What Alice had said the day before had obviously been upsetting, but he understood. Even at the slow rate news got around town, everyone probably knew of the murder at the children's restaurant by that point. The majority of mothers would be too worried about something like that happening again to take their children to the diner. It was amazing that there had been someone not only willing but eager to buy it with its tarnished reputation and all. He could only hope that he and Mary would somehow be able to build some semblance of a new life, if they could even call it that.
Suddenly the truck came to a stop, causing everything in the back of it (translation: Fredbear and Mary) to slide to the front with a metallic clang. Painfully. Despite his endoskeleton not having the proper sensors for it, he felt pain whenever some part of him was damaged in any way. It was actually quite useful for diagnosing problems with any of his systems.
"What was that about?" Tchin, who had not been affected by the sudden stop, said.
"We've probably arrived," Fredbear muttered, extracting himself and Mary from the pile of chairs and tables. Wondering if that was true, the reaper phased through the side of the truck to the outside.
With a bit of shouting from outside, the back of the van was opened up, and Fredbear could finally see the outside. What the men looking into the truck saw, however, was a robot bear that looked like a stuffed animal that had carelessly been thrown across a room.
"Shit, didn't that Bearson lady say to be careful?" one of them said, grating Fredbear's ears with his foul language choices.
"Yea, pea-brain, she did. I told you to tie the thing down," said the other, who climbed up into the truck and hauled Fredbear to a more comfortable position. Then he picked up Mary, who had been slumped in a similar position. "Bring the puppet in will you?"
"Fine," the first one said. Mary was passed off, much to the worry of Fredbear, and the man disappeared. It took a bit, but the other managed to hoist the much bigger yellow bear over his shoulder. Said enormous yellow bear put the barest amount of power to his motors to ease some of the weight from the man's shoulder. Which still didn't keep him from complaining.
"Damn bear is too heavy," he muttered. Offended, Fredbear took the power from his motors and redirected it to cause his voice box to emit a loud screeching noise, similar to microphone feedback. "Argh!" the man nearly dropped Fredbear in an attempt to cover his ears, but the screeching quickly died down. Fredbear caught a glimpse of Tchin outside with a wide smirk before he also left to go inside.
The man carrying Fredbear managed the rest of the way with no further incident, if a sore shoulder wasn't to be counted and placed the enormous bear down in the storage unit. The unit itself was mostly empty; there were a few tables and chairs in the corner and a cash register underneath, but that was about it. It was very roomy in his opinion, but that was probably because it wasn't filled all that much. Then the two men left, plunging the room into near total darkness. Fredbear took a second to shake himself out before getting up to look for Mary.
"Interesting place. It's a bit cramped, though," Tchin, who had already found a spot for himself to sit among the cluttered tables and chairs, looked on with an amused look on his face. "I've already found a spot for the little one to sleep." the Shinigami pointed to a small alcove between some chairs where Mary could be seen resting.
"At least we're still together," Fredbear replied, finding his own spot to sit. He looked down at himself, wondering what could possibly have been the reason for them all to end up like this, stuck in a strange place with an uncertain future.