It was your average night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, or at least as normal as it could be while housing four animatronics mascots. Freddy Fazbear sat in the office chair, Foxy lounged on the table. Bonnie and Chica stood next to the robots, they couldn't figure out how to talk about something for extended periods of time, so their attempts at conversation were getting poorer and slower. Freddy managed to bring up a subject they all were able to talk about; Golden Freddy.
"I mean, who really is Golden Freddy? The only time I ever see him is during the night shift, and that's when he's scaring the night guard. If he was an animatronic I would've seen him more than once."
"Ya have a point," Foxy jumped in , absentmindedly turning his hook with a finger. "I personally think that landlubber ain't up ta no good."
"Here, here," Freddy returned. Bonnie said nothing, but he nodded in a way to agree with his band leader.
"I'm going to grab some pizza," Chica squawked hurriedly. The chicken didn't like where this was headed; What if Golden Freddy came by and heard? She walked out the east door and into the kitchen to grab pizza. There wasn't any. She shrugged and came animatronics didn't need to eat, they just liked the taste of pizza.
"No luck, lass?" Foxy asked, eyeing her empty hands. "Darn. I like that pizza."
"Can Golden Freddy eat pizza?" Bonnie chided. Chica forced herself not to groan; they were still talking about Golden Freddy.
"Of course not, matey. That Golden bot ain't nuthin' but a hallucination, ta scare the wee ones."
Little did the animatronics know, was that Golden Freddy was indeed watching them. He scowled at the comments, shaking his head with utter disgust. If he was an animatronic?! Nothing but a hallucination?! He narrowed his golden eyes, fuming. He could appear and disappear at will, he could disembody his head, he could get dismembered and survive… and here were the others shamming him.
Wait… if he was an animatronic… how would you react if YOU weren't an animatronic, Mr. Fazbear? Golden Freddy smiled cunningly to himself. His servos warmed with the thought of it. He began forming a plan. He was going to… how would you say it?… play with them. Show them not to underestimate Golden Freddy.
"Well, have ya ever seen him eat pizza?" Foxy asked Chica.
"No…"
"Then he be justa glitch. Ain't nothin' special about it."
"But he might choose to not eat."
"Who on earth would choose not ta eat the delicious pizza here?" Foxy rubbed his stomach. "If they can resist the fang-licking good grub in this here dwelling, then they ain't got a soul."
Suddenly, the fan, which was right next to Foxy's head, turned to full blast. Foxy gave a metallic yelp and fell off the table. Office papers began flying everywhere by force of another, unseen wind. Sparks of gold skittered in the dusty air.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Freddy screeched. Bonnie covered his ears as best as he could and winced; Freddy had a loud voice, and along with the ominous breeze whispering fiercely, the papers crinkling and fluttering,and the clinking and clanking as all the animatronics moved about, it was all too much for the purple rabbit's sensitive ears.
A beam of golden light projected in front of the animatronics, and Golden Freddy's disembodied head appeared. "I'm happening!" it sneered. "Don't act like you don't know why I'm mad at you. I see and hear all."
Foxy broke a weak smile. "We were obviously jokin' about like good mates do. We were makin' it all up-"
"Foxy, Foxy,Foxy. Why must you lie?" the golden head glared right into Foxy's yellow eye. "Everyone here has considered me NOT an animatronic, but what would you do if YOU weren't an animatronic?"
"What do you mean?" Freddy demanded. Golden Freddy answered with a wicked smile. Freddy's eyes widened, and a soft whir of panic escaped his throat. "Oh, no…"
"Whaddy'a mean, 'oh, no?'" Foxy hollered from the other side of the office. "Do ya know wha's happenin'?!" Freddy replied with a whimper, which wasn't reassuring.
A blaze of gold pulsed throughout the entire office, nearly blinding everyone. Golden Freddy's disembodied head spun rapidly in a circle. The animatronics were getting dizzy and couldn't think straight.
"Whatever you do, do NOT fall asleep!" Freddy shouted, trying to pull himself to his feet. It was too late for Chica. Her yellow body had already collapsed on the floor, the chicken in a deep slumber amid the chaos. Bonnie staggered sleepily and fell on Foxy, who was on the floor to begin with.
The golden blaze was now a small tornado, with the Golden Freddy head inside it. The golden bear head chanted something in a strange language. Bonnie instantly fell asleep. Foxy, who now had the weight of a rabbit animatronic on him, was struggling greatly and would soon fall under Golden Freddy's spell as well. Freddy fell to his knees and tried to shout at Golden Freddy, but his voice was halted, as if he were a human being strangled.
All at once, a blinding white light flashed so brightly it illuminated everything on the street of the restaurant. Golden Freddy's shimmering tornado stopped abruptly, and his body was reattached to his head. Calmly, he looked down his muzzle at the four still figures on the office floor. The golden bear smiled to himself. This is not cruel, it is merely a consequence. He snapped his fingers, and the animatronics disappeared.