h...hey guys...so...um...no excuses this time, just...I dunno...I was in a creative slump...I had no desire to write anything for a good while...but I promised I'd get this story finished at some point and god damnit I will do just that
Toy Bonnie: yeah, Zero was having a creative crisis, he was disheartened and frustrated...but we should be good now...we hope
In any case...I need to address some things quickly
This is my AU...in my AU Foxy caused the Bite, albeit not intentionally...in my AU, the older models came before the toys...in my AU, there is no supernatural stuff goin on, no ghosty-goos...no possession...nothin like that...in my AU, the animatronics are robotic, but can express emotions and even eat and feel pain
Toy Bonnie: basically, we don't want to hear arguments or theories about what is cannon and what is not...Zero is tired of hearing how Foxy didn't cause the bite or that his timeline is incorrect since the toys were supposed to be first or how Fritz isn't the purple guy...we know, but this is Zero's AU...so please respect that
yup, in any case...disclaimer time...Disclaimer: 5 Night's at Freddy's and all related characters are sole property of Scott Cawthon...I do not own any of it...wish I did though...I'd be making money then o.o
Side note: Saw the entirety of 5 Nights at Freddy's 4...I cried at the end of Night 6...it was just so sad...I am such a mush...but now I'm wonderin what is in that box...the box that was revealed at Night 7...I MUST KNOOOOOW!
-Parts and Service: current time-
Goldy paced the darkened room, ever since the others had left the golden bear...the only thing that flowed through his processor was finding the culprit that took his Springy away from him, "he will pay...ah will make sure of it! No one hurts mah family...and no one uses me like a god damn puppet! Whoever is responsible...ah will find em..." Goldy then glanced at the deactivated form of one Springy T. Hare...the black eyes of the Goldy fading back to the pure white ones he normally had as he took a seat next to his fallen friend, "Springy...ah don't know if you can hear me...probably not, but...remember way back when? When ol Fredbear's Family Diner and eatery was still open? Ah remember it all too well...even after so much time has passed...before...well...you know what happened..."
The golden bear smiled softly while looking over Springy's prone form, for years the golden pair were inseparable...but the day Springy became known as Springtrap would forever be burned into Fredbear's mind. "Ah'm a failure Springy...Ah was supposed to take care o ya...set an example...you got labeled a monster and we got shut down due to a bad design flaw of your spring-locks..."
-Flashback: Fredbear's Family Diner...January 16, 1978-
"Look, just crank the spring-locks back like so...and voila, Springy goes from robotic children's entertainer to fully functional costume...easy peasy, step inside and you're good to go Mr. Schmidt" The technician grinned towards the black haired man whom shifted uncomfortably as he stared at the opened Springy. The man whom was James R. Schmidt, husband and employee, was "volunteered" to perform a birthday surprise wearing Springy in his costume mode. James however was far from excited as he stared at the spring-locks holding the various animatronic parts in place, "you sure this thing is safe? Those spring-locks don't exactly scream safe to me...what if they break while I'm wearing Springy?"
The technician sighed and shook his head some before pointing to a door that simply read EMPLOYEES ONLY, "In the case of the spring-locks come loose while you are wearing the suit, please try to maneuver away from populated areas before bleeding out, as to not ruin the customers' experience. Remember? We went over this..." James bit back a scoff as he listened to the technician go over what to do and what not to do while wearing Springy, oh yeah, we're totally with ya James, don't worry, we'll get 911 on the phone immediately if something should occur, don't worry, we have your health and safety on our minds first and foremost...pft, assholes...oh the spring-locks broke? Just try to drag your horribly mangled body somewhere out of sight, don't want to scare the kids now...
"Ok James...spring-locks are locked up, Springy is converted, and you got a birthday to entertain! Get to it!" James grumbled a bit as the technician walked away before staring at the animatronic-turned-costume before sighing, "Springy, if you can hear me...PLEASE don't recoil on me, I got a wife and a son, so keep those spring-locks in place...cool? Cool, now I'm bout to step inside...ok...on three...one, two...ok, on 10...one, two...gah..." James frowned as he remained positioned outside of the Spring Bonnie suit, it's not that he was afraid, it's that he didn't trust the locking mechanisms. Sure his boss went on and on about how safe the spring-lock suits were, but something in James's mind was screaming not to get in.
"I dunno if I can do this...those spring-locks just scream danger...but of course I'm obligated to...tch...perform. Okay Springy...here we go, stepping in on...3...2...1." With that James fully stepped into the converted form of Springy, letting the suit lock itself around him. It was a strange sensation for James, staring through the eye holes of Springy's face while examining the arms of the suit. Springy meanwhile was overjoyed, he had always wanted to perform with an employee, he liked Goldy "Fredbear" well enough, but he also yearned to go beyond just animatronic, thus the reason for his creation. Don't you worry Mr. Schmidt, ol Springy has ya, we'll be the talk of the town!
After looking things over and remembering the lines he was supposed to say, James carefully and slowly marched Springy out to the main floor of the diner towards a large group of people and children, a young girl was turning 6 and they decided to throw a birthday party for her at Fredbear's family diner. Ok James, just remember...do NOT do anything with the spring-locks, just do the act, get backstage, and NEVER get in this thing again The girl giggled as James walked Springy over to her table, he just wanted to get the act over and done with and get out of the suit as soon as possible.
"Hey lil girl, I'm Spring Bonnie...but you can just call me Springy, now I heard you're havin a birthday party...well, it just so happens that I was on my way out to celebrate said occasion, so...here's what Ah'm gonna do...we'll sing happy birthday, do cake and presents, and then we'll play some games with ol Goldy up on stage, sound like fun?" James forced a giggle through Springy's voicebox as the girl cheered, but his attention was soon drawn to a rattling. The girl's family looked at Springy expectantly, waiting for the animatronic to start the song, but James was busy panicking, oh god, is that one of the spring-locks?! N...No, it's fine...I...I hope...oh god..."H...hey listen, A...Ah'm gonna g...go get a quick check up an Ah'll be back to celebrate yer birthday sweety, so...sound good?"
The girl frowned some and pouted as the girl's father walked over to Springy with an irritated face, "hey, I paid a good 80 bucks to reserve an animatronic performer...you're going to perform or I'll take it up with the manager!" With that, the man roughly shoved the animatronic's frame...which caused a snap to echo from within the suit. Within seconds that seemed to turn into hours, there was a cacophony of metal sounds echoing through Springy's frame which were soon followed by the anguished scream of James R. Schmidt.
Springy suddenly found himself unable to move, it was a feeling unlike any other, sure he had to be taken back for maintenance now and then, but this was something much worse, "J...James? M...Mr. Schmidt?" The father of the girl suddenly backed away from the robotic hare as blood started dripping from the joints, Springy was both upset and terrified, what had happened?! "S...Sir...p...please...r...remain c...calm..." At that moment the mother of the girl screamed and quickly grabbed her daughter as the father stared in abject horror, "w...what a...are you?! T...That's blood! HUMAN BLOOD!" The man's panicked scream brought all attention to the convertible animatronic as people started panicking as well.
"DID HE SAY BLOOD?!"
"Oh god, did one of the animatronics hurt someone?!"
"Do they not regulate safety rules here?!"
Springy's world was turned upside down as patron after patron continued to stare at him, a puddle of blood growing bigger from where he stood, he couldn't move, he didn't want to move, the feeling of James's mangled body was keeping him from doing anything other than looking horrified at what had just transpired. G...Goldy...h...help, please...
It was at this point that two technicians quickly ran out and started dragging Springy's almost limp form from the main area, a trail of blood leading from them as they dragged the poor animatron back to the service room where an upset Thomas H. Fazworth stood. Springy's eyes were still locked in the horror stricken look, even as the technicians set him face down on the work table and started cranking back his spring-locks, once they were sure the spring-locks were back in place, they opened the suit...and immediately backed away in terror.
Thomas Fazworth approached the animatron just as Goldy came back from back stage in a panic, "SPRINGY! WHAT HAPPENED?! F...Father, whatever happened it aint Springy's fault, it was an accident, Ah saw it with mah own two eyes!" Thomas Fazworth sighed and looked at the open suit, grimacing at James's horribly disfigured body, "Goldy, look...a gear sliced into James's throat...crossbeams punctured his heart and lungs...multiple gears cut into his spine...how am I supposed to fix this?! How am I supposed to fix the situation out there?!" Goldy frowned and looked down while timidly holding his hat, his creator and building owner, Thomas Fazworth was right, this was a PR nightmare beyond anything they could have anticipated.
"I'm sorry...I really am...but we're going to face so much bad press...I don't know what I can do..." Springy at this point in time was terrified at his creator's words, he...d...doesn't know what to do? Father always has an answer...t...this can...can't be real...Glancing up to his only real friend, Springy's ears wilted some, "G...Goldy? Things...Things will be ok right? We...We'll still be together...right?"
Goldy whimpered and backed away from Springy before leaning back against a wall and slumping down, he wanted to cry, but he was built without that function, "ah dunno Springy...ah just don't know..." Springy blinked and whimpered as the two technicians worked to pull the dead employee from his suit, there were horrible wet sounds coming from the gears and crossbeams of Springy's frame and each one made Springy more and more horrified.
Once the body was finally pulled out, Thomas Fazworth sighed before getting both Springy's and Goldy's attention, "my boys...I aint gonna lie, this is bad...no, this is worse than bad...an employee death caused by an animatronic in front of a child and her family...no amount of apologizing will fix that...Mrs. Schmidt will have my head for causing her husband's death...and that family will want compensation for the emotional trauma this event likely caused...hell, several families will want compensation...I fear this is the end of Fredbear's Family diner and eatery...I'll see if I can run damage control, but...this type of thing just isn't something people are going to over look"
Springy's world shattered, Fredbear's was getting shut down...and he was the reason, "NO, PLEASE, AH'M SORRY, AH DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT AH'M SORRY, PLEASE! PLEASE...DON'T TAKE ME AWAY, AH WON'T DO IT AGAIN FATHER, AH SWEAR...GOLDY, PLEASE...DO SOMETHIN!" Springy was frantic, he wanted something to just tell him that this was all just a glitch in his programming while he was powered down, like those dreams or nightmares the humans talked about, he just wanted this to not be real, "Goldy...please...Ah'm sorry..."
"I...Is there nothin we can do father? Anythin at all?" Goldy was hugging his legs against him in his slumped form as Thomas Fazworth sadly shook his head, "afraid not my boys...I truly am sorry...guys, shut em down...both of them..." Thomas Fazworth sighed sadly before slowly exiting the room, trying to ignore the panicked and desperate pleas echoing from Springy, ready to face a PR nightmare that would last a full year and would ultimately end with the Diner and the two bots, getting shut down for good.
-End Flashback-
"Bout 20 years passed since that dreadful day...now here we are...once again in the service room, but this time...you aint comin back...what ah did...ah...ah just...ah'm sorry Springy...ah truly am, had ah known you were still active despite bein shut down...ah would have found ya...at least after ah got mah endoskeleton fixed...but whomever was usin me did it for me...and they will learn why THAT was a bad idea..." Goldy growled the last part out before getting to his feet and dusting his hat off, the golden bear's eyes fading into black as he shoved the door of parts and service open, "Get ready...the main attraction is comin back to the main stage..."
-Main stage: 3:45 am-
Fritz grinned as he kneeled down next to Jeremy, causing a few growls to echo from some of the animatronics, the man had told half of his story to them, but hadn't revealed the worst parts...and it was causing Freddy, Bonnie, Chic, and Foxy no small amount of irritation, "say Jeremy, did any of the animatronics ever try to kill ya? I know you're bleeding out right now, but try to stay with me...don't want to have a corpse on my hands too soon...besides, we haven't discussed the best part of my story!"
Jeremy groaned while being held by Bon, the blue bunny staring worriedly at the red stain of the night guard's uniform, he may have been the second youngest animatronic there, but he wasn't ignorant to severe injuries to humans, he knew blood when he saw it, "J...Jeremy? P...Please Mr. Fritz...Jeremy's loosing too much blood...l...let us bandage him some...please..." Fritz scowled at the rabbit before pushing the gun against Jeremy's forehead as if daring the animatronics to do something, "he'll live...as long as I will it...and that depends on you guys...so, last we left off, I had talked about how I managed to get a job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza...nightwatch for five nights...possibly six if I needed overtime...let's flash forward to my first night...Bonnie and Chica may remember this..."
Said animatronics lowered their gazes, Bonnie was still trying to keep from crying again, the night that Fritz was talking about still stuck in Bonnie's processor...Chica was no better, the female chicken had her wings up to her head as if trying to block out what Fritz was saying, "September 15, 1987...11pm...just had to watch the place from 12 am to 6 am...what could go wrong?"
-Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: 11pm...Night 1-
Fritz Smith strolled cheerfully into his security office, it was a bit small, but he didn't care...and sure, he was in the middle of the place that practically ruined him...but they were paying him money to do an easy gig, sit around and watch some cameras, "11pm and ALL IS WELL! Heh...so all I do is tap the screens on the tablet to swap the cameras and chase off an occasional intruder...how hard is that?"
"PLeASe lEAVe"
Fritz blinked and sat up, he could have sworn he heard something from the building, "hello? Someone there? Coulda sworn I hear someone say please leave...must be my imagination..." Fritz blinked as he looked to a clock just in time to see it strike 12, the man grinned before pulling up his tablet and settling into the chair, ready to begin his first night...until the phone started ringing.
"Huh...who would be calling at 12 am?" Picking the phone up, Fritz was about to say hello until an automated message started playing.
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?
Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."
Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.
So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.
Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
Fritz stared at the phone after putting the tablet down, "s...shoved in suit? Death?! Missing persons?! BITE OF EIGHTY FUCKING SEVEN?! FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, I WAS THERE! And what do you mean shoved in a suit?! Ugh...assholes everywhere...I swear..." Picking up the tablet, Fritz turned the camera to the main stage and sighed in boredom and annoyance as the camera panned over Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy, "yeah, hey guys, remember Fritz? Yeah, your fox friend bit my son's head open..." Fritz grumbled some while slumping back into his chair some more before blinking as the camera feed suddenly went out.
"Great...now the cameras are fucking up..." Fritz tapped the tablet several times before the camera restarted, only for the man to pale slightly at the image of the main stage, "...where'd the bunny go?"