One Step At A Time (A Fnaf Fanfiction)

Author's Notes:

The song used in this chapter is called 'Balloons' by Mandopony.

I do not own FNAF!

Chapter 18: Please hold

'MASS MALFUNCTION AT FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZERIA!'

Many may be wandering, "what has happened to our kids favourite restaurant?' 'what is going on behind the walls of Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria?'

Well, thanks to the insight of one anonymous worker, we now know why.

Several weeks ago, a mass malfunction shut down our beloved animatronic robots, leaving our children heart broken and with hopes that soon, they will be back in commission and ready to put the smiles back on our faces.

"A mass malfunction? I thought we were planning on telling the truth?" Bonnie inquired after putting the paper down on the table.

Freddy cleared his throat and glanced at Mike, who explained for him.

"Well we were initially, but if we told them that only one animatronic was out of commission, they'd expect you guys to keep performing while BB was repaired."

"The show must go on" Foxy muttered under his breath, not loud enough for anyone to hear.

"On another note. Do you guys know what's going on with the toys?" Chica asked after a moment of silence.

"All we know is that they haven't been answering their phones and that Mangle's off the radar" The Puppet replied, sitting at the end of the table.

"We're gonna give them a day to get back to us. If they don't, we might have to go find them.

Bonnie blinked slowly. "You want us to look for the toys in Manhattan?" he scoffed.

"They could be anywhere, heck, they might not even be in Manhattan anymore!"

"We don't really have a choice at the moment Bonnie" Freddy sighed. Headaches had started to become more and more regular for him in recent times.

The room went quiet again, everyone either tired of talking or not knowing what to say until Chica stood up.

"I'm… gonna go see if Goldie needs a break from watching BB" she dismissed herself awkwardly, before practically running from the room.

"Has he even left that room yet?" Mike asked after she'd gone.

"Who?" Bonnie asked, distractedly.

"Golden Freddy! I haven't seen him leave kid's cove since the toy's left" Freddy exclaimed before Mike could.

"He's trying his best to keep BB stable" the Puppet told them with little to know emotion on his face, however, if they looked close enough, they would have seen traces of worry in his expression.

"He's going to exhaust himself" Bonnie sighed, though he knew it'd be near impossible to get the Golden animatronic to take even a little break.

"I've tried to tell him that already," Springbonnie said from where he was leaning against the door frame, listening in on the conversation.

"How long have you been standing there?" Bonnie asked his older counterpart.

"Not long" Springbonnie replied with a shrug.

"We need to get Goldie to take a break, even if it's just for an hour" Freddy began.

"Will it affect BB at all?"

"We can't be sure, but I doubt it will. BB's pretty stable for now. His soul's still there, it's his mind we need to worry about" Springbonnie explained.

Mike furrowed his brows. "What do you mean, his mind?" he asked.

"What he means is that the longer BB remains comatose, the bigger the risk of BB not retaining his own mind."

When the Puppet's explanation did nothing to wipe the confusion off their faces, he held back a groan and tried to dumb it down a little.

"As of now, BB's mind has left his body completely, however, without his soul to accompany it, his memories, thoughts and feelings are all floating about, looking for someplace to contain them. The further away his mind gets from his soul, the weaker his soul gets. Sooner or later, it will fade completely."

There was yet again another tense silence.

"You said his mind is looking for somewhere to be contained, right? What do you mean by that?" Freddy asked.

"His thoughts could be transferred to another person's mind, merging them together" The Puppet finished,

"Mega reincarnation" Bonnie huffed with no humour.

"And if that happens?" Mike asked, not knowing if he wanted to hear the answer.

"I can't be too sure, but what I do know is that when the time comes. BB needs to be prepared to fight for his life."


Martha didn't know how long she had been walking for, but she knew that her friends were probably worried sick about her.

Part of her felt a little guilty for walking out on them like she had, but she quickly smothered her guilt with anger.

It wasn't up to them whether or not she returned to being a forgotten piece of scrap metal. This was a gift and she wasn't about to return it to the sender.

She had spent the night on a park bench and now, she was desperate for something to eat. However, nothing could convince her to go back.

Not even the thought that she may never see her friends again.

(Song begins here)

Martha walks down the busy streets of Manhattan with her head down.

"So many years, so many dark memories"

"So many fears we've now put to ease"

The neon lights of the city flash on and off rapidly

"Pain makes you do things

"You never knew you could do"

Martha holds back her tears and pulls her coat tighter around her

"Is this all real?

"Or just deja vu?"

Martha looks up at the cloudy sky, illuminated by lights so bright, her eyes water

People rush past her without acknowledgement, almost as if she's invisible

"But now the party's over…"

"Now the guests are gone…"

Martha turns and looks back, as if she can see the hotel from where she's stood.

"It's already past our bedtime"

"It's already almost dawn…"

Martha looks through the widow of a closed shop filled with one direction merchandise.

She can't help but look back on how happy Chiara was that day

"Just like balloons we soar on our own"

"Finally free from the pain of our home"

"And just like balloons that no one will hold"

"Free from the truth"

"That no one will know…"

Martha walks through a crowd of people and continuously gets bumped into.

She remembers Francis' hilarious outburst just days ago

"Just little children

Not at all strange

Until the lights went out

And everything changed"

Martha thinks back on all of the hardships she and her friends have been through together

She lets a single tear roll down her cheek

"Alone and afraid

For oh, so long"

"Wandering what did we do wrong...?

Martha slows down, her steps becoming more and more hesitant

Was she making the right decision?

"'Cause now the party's over…"

"And everyone is red"

Martha shuts her eyes tightly, eyes red rimmed and swollen

"I feel sick to my stomach…"

"...or am I sick in the head?"

Martha spots a teenage boy in the distance, handing a bouquet of flowers to a girl

She can' help but think of Toby.

So eager to please…

"Just like balloons we soar on our own"

"Finally free from the pain of our home"

"And just like balloons that no one will hold"

"Free from the truth"

"That no one will know..."

Martha's once confident stride becomes reluctant dragging as she forces herself to keep going

Her vision blurs as her eyes begin to water once more

She can't turn back now.. Can she?

"All of the pain…

...far in the past…"

"...Yet echoes of screams…

forever will last."

Martha doesn't even know where she's going anymore.

No one pays her any mind

"Just like balloons we soar on our own"

"Finally free from the pain of our home"

"And just like balloons that no one will hold"

"Free from the truth"

"That no one knows…"

Martha falls to her knees in the middle of the street

No one comes to help her

No one even looks at her

They just ignore her

Like they always do...