One Step At A Time (A Fnaf Fanfiction)

Author's Notes:

I know that this took forever to come out and I'm very sorry… that's all I have to say. :-)

I do not own FNAF!

Chapter 17: Falling Apart

It was extremely obvious that something was going on with the toys, it didn't take a genius to figure it out, and Golden Freddy was a genius.

Toy Bonnie couldn't tell a lie to save his life. He was too pure.

Golden Freddy regretted raising his voice. If he hadn't, Toy Bonnie wouldn't have dropped the phone, at least, that's what the golden animation assumed had happened.

Something was wrong with Mang- Martha, and he needed to know what it was.

The toys couldn't stay human forever. They weren't even supposed to be alive. The effects of staying in their human forms for long periods of time could be devastating.

That was why Golden Freddy had been reluctant to let them go out into the world, not only because of the dangers that lurked outside the doors of the pizzeria, but because it would be so easy for them to become attached.

Much too easy for them to want to stay human forever.

Golden Freddy feared that they would leave and never come back.

He couldn't bear the thought of their family being split, nor could he even think about the fact that if the toy's didn't get back soon, BB's soul would become lost to them. It would fade, taking their youngest family member with it.

They couldn't lose another one of their family. Not after JJ.

JJ who had left too soon.

JJ who had taken a piece of their hearts with her as she fell to her death.

If they lost anyone else, it would be extremely unlikely that they'd be able to make peace with themselves as they had years ago with JJ.

The others may become hostile again. They might blame each other as they had years ago. They might hurt each other. Golden Freddy didn't know if he could cope if they did that again.

It had been exhausting, trying to keep them away from the night guards while keeping himself from turning hostile along with them.

Sometimes he'd sit in the safe room and cry, not something he did often.

His family had broken apart back then. It couldn't happen again.

Not again..

Never again…

He had to find Mangle.


The originals had finally been able to coax Foxy out from his cove after days of isolation.

He was a mess!

He looked even more worn than usual. His eyes drooped and his shoulders were slumped as he walked, a drastic change from his usual stride.

The fox had been out of order for years, but never before had his spirit been broken.

He hadn't been this depressed since JJ's death!

They had been so upset, so angry, that they had taken their anger out of the guards, after all, he had been one of the guards and it had been him who'd almost gotten all of the toys scrapped.

The night guards had been brutally attacked before being stuffed into those suits.

But sometimes, sometimes, if they would just peer over the desk, they would catch a glimpse of a girl dressed in bright purple. She always wore a disapproving frown, but she could do nothing except watch as her friends became vicious monsters.

Foxy used to revel in the way his hook would tear through flesh like scissors through paper. Their screams had been worth the dried red liquid he'd spent hours cleaning from the metal.

He knew that the others had enjoyed it as much as he had. He knew that BB had been just as bloodthirsty, despite only being a child.

BB never killed anyone, but he would aid in the murders, and that was just as bad as committing them.

They had all hated themselves once they'd come to their senses.

Foxy couldn't wear the same hook again after that day. BB had flinched at the sight of batteries.

They'd had to live with the fact that they'd killed innocent people. Fathers, mothers, siblings!

They hadn't even though at the time that they were doing the exact thing that Afton had all those years ago.

They were tearing people apart. Both figuratively and literally.

It was too late to change anything now.

Of course, they no longer killed. Mostly because there was no one else to kill.

Ever since BB had fallen into his coma, the doors had been shut, thank you Mike, and no one disturbed the many longer.

Foxy was glad. The sounds of happy children would had driven him mad as he tried with all his might not to think about how it should be BB who was running around and having fun instead of wasting away in silence.

After leaving the first time, Foxy couldn't go back into the room BB was in.

He felt that by leaving, he had betrayed his friend. The very thought made his stomach churn, or maybe that was the smell of the cheese sandwich Chica had just placed before him.

"You need to eat Foxy" she told him in a near whisper, as if afraid that he would explode. The room was deafeningly silent as the others held their breaths and waited for Foxy's response.

Just like humans, animatronics needed food for energy, though not to survive.

Foxy had no need for energy, but the others didn't seem to care about that.

Reluctantly, he picked up the sandwich and took a small bite. It seemed to cut the tension in the room however and the others began talking again.

"I can't keep the place shut down forever" Mike said. Foxy peered at him from the corner of his eye.

"People are already asking questions. What am I supposed to tell them?" the man asked no one in particular.

Freddy cleared his throat, "just tell them the truth" he replied simply.

Foxy snorted, Freddy had always been the veracious one, it was his most irritating trait.

"Oh sure, sorry guys, Balloon boy drank some poison and we need to make an antidote before he dies, please hold" Bonnie said mockingly.

If Foxy actually cared about what they were talking about, he would have hi-fived the bunny, with his non-hooked hand of course.

"What Freddy means is that we tell them that one of us is out of order and that we're trying to get him fixed so we can entertain the kids again" Chica corrected the rabbit.

Bonnie rolled his eyes. "BB isn't just a robot that can be fixed with a screwdriver and a reboot! He died the other day, Chica. I don't care about what those kids want, all I care about is getting BB back and if that isn't your main concern then i'd rather not be apart of this conversation" he snapped, standing up.

"We all care about BB, Bonnie, which is why we need to make sure we tell the public something. We're going to get shut down otherwise and end up scrapped, then we'll all be in danger" the Puppet spoke as he came into the room, having heard Bonnie's protest,

"Bonnie sit down, none of us are going anywhere until we sort this out" Freddy demanded,

"We're falling apart you guys. We're always fighting and disagreeing on every little thing. It has to stop before one of us says something we'll regret."

Bonnie stood still for a minute more as everyone processed what had just been said.

It was true, as much as Bonnie hated to admit it. They couldn't stop bickering with each other, no matter how hard they tried to get along.

The rabbit sighed and sat back down, resting his arms upon the table.

"I'm listening."


Good God it's short! I'm sorry once again but don't worry, things'll get interesting real quick once we get all of the emotional stuff out of the way :-)

Some of you may not remember JJ's death but it's back at chapter 9