Present Day

They had moved into the main show room of the new location.

Turns out that having four humans, a large animatronic bear, and a floating puppet all in a room that was designed simply for animatronic repair was a bad idea.

"Mike, how the hell did you get Percy to come back? I thought he quit the previous location." Vince asked confused.

"Well, um, I didn't exactly quit. Mr. G fired me." Percy chuckled. "Turns out, having a heart attack on the job can lead to expulsion from your job. Especially when the job in question is likely to include sudden loud noises, creepy animatronics, and a likelihood of being stuffed into an animatronic suit." He paused. "No offense, Fredbear."

"None taken." The golden bear replied.

"Where are they…?" Mike muttered to himself, scanning the room. "No matter, they can get caught up later."

"Who are you talking about?" Vincent asked.

"It's not important, you'll meet them soon enough." Mike said, waving the question off. "For now, get to know your new co-workers. I'm fully aware you already know Percy, probably better even than I do, but Goldie and Fritz don't know you personally." With that, Mike walked out of the room, searching for something.

"Well, my name's Vincent. I like long walks on the beach with my friends, reading sci-fi books, and stabbing people mercilessly." Vincent grinned mischievously. Fritz was laughing himself in stitches by the time Vince stopped talking.

"You're very funny Vince" Percy said with an irritated look on his face.

"This guy's hilarious Percy. My name's Fritz Smith. I'm the guy who's been working on the animatronics. Everything from the minute facial details, to the additional senses on the animatronics is my doing. Mike knows his way around robots," Here he grinned, "But I'm the computer genius of the crew."

"Oh, so you're the reason it hurt why I ripped m- the suit's jaws apart." Vince said.

"You what?" Fritz said in disbelief. "Did you damage one of the suits?"

"Just a little bit. And it hurt like hell when I did it too." Vince replied. "The jaw works again, I know that for a fact."

"You broke the suit's jaw." Fritz said. "Do you have ANY idea how much effort it takes to get those working? The Puppet took hours to make the synthetic skin for those things. Not to mention the amount of pain I went through in trying to find out how to make pain sensors that would translate properly for a ROBOT."

"Calm down Fritz. I have healed the skin and Mike repaired the jaw. Vincent simply forced the jaws open beyond their normal range of movement. He didn't damage the pain sensors, and he felt his own fair share of pain." The Puppet said calmly, glaring at Vincent.

Fritz took a calming breath. "If he damages the suit permanently, I swear I'll kill him."

"Noted." Vincent said. "What about you Fredbear, what are you contributing to the team?"

Goldie sighed. "You can call me Goldie or Fredbear, I don't care which. I am one of the first group of five that you killed. As a child, I was attentive; but slow and unable to communicate properly. In some ways, I am better off like this. That doesn't mean I forgive you for brutally murdering me, but that there is a major upside to my new existence. My limitations as a living child have vanished in my afterlife, and my magical potential has been unlocked."

"Wow. So vanish bear was socially awkward and stupid. What a surprise." Vincent said, hoping to get on Goldie's nerves.

"Yes I was." Goldie said, not upset in the slightest.

"Get back here you two!"

Vince turned to see a pair of figures dash into the room. One was long-eared like a rabbit, the other was a figure that resembled the old Freddy animatronic. Both had glowing white teeth and eyes, and both of them were such a dark shade of black that it looked like they absorbed the light around them.

Neither was touching the ground.

Mike, who was chasing them, reached out to grab both of them, and suddenly he stopped in his tracks, as if he had run face first into a wall. He slid down to rest on the ground, rubbing his face with his hands. "Both of you are going to be stuck in a bottle for the next three years."

"Do I have to be stuck with him?" The rabbit figure asked, jabbing his thumb towards the bear.

"Hey, I don't want to have to spend three years with only this idiot for company." The bear said, smacking the rabbit on the back of the head.

"You two are insufferable." Mike said, rubbing his temples.

"We try!" The shadow rabbit said.

"Sean, quit being a moron." The shadow bear told him.

"'s not like you're any better Shane." The rabbit, Sean, told him.

The Puppet sighed and did some hand motions. Both the shadows gasped in horror. Both of them turned and tried to run the other way, only to freeze comically mid-movement.

Mike sighed in relief. "Thanks Puppet. These are the brothers I was telling you about Vince. Meet Shane and Sean, a pair of pranksters with magical talent. These two have a ton of potential power, but they have a tendency to use it for the sake of humor."

"Well, individually, we're both a fair amount weaker than the Puppet. Together though, we can perform spells that the Puppet would proclaim impossible." Sean said proudly.

"We're not held back by physical forms either. We don't have to worry about lugging around an animatronic body, or walking on the ground and around walls." Shane said with a smirk. That was another weird thing about the duo, they looked like the old animatronics, but they had full facial mobility.

"Wait a minute, I remember you two! You guys died in the spring lock suits, didn't you?" Vincent said.

"Yup, best thing to ever happen to us." Sean said.

"Worst thing, Sean. Worst." Shane said.

Mike shook his head. "Where's our last member?"

"He's busy right now." Shane said.

Vincent saw a flicker of red out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned to look, it was gone.

"So who's this mysterious 'last member'?" Vincent asked.

"Right behind you."


This will be the last chapter that is set in the present for a little while, so I made sure it was a fairly long one.

Place your bets on who our mystery character is.