The Five Nights at Freddy's Show!

S3 E6a: Hacked

Written By: mmdestroyer973

Team Fazbear relaxed. Wait, only Freddy relaxed!

"AAAAAAH!" Freddy put his feet in a tub of water. He plugged in his earphones into the headphone jack of his phone, and then he plugged the other end in his earphones. He went on YouTube and searched up: "Dubstep".

"Oh yeah." Freddy closed his eyes and listened to the music.

Chica was cooking. "Guess what I'm making, boys?" She asked.

The boys didn't care.

"Oh well, I guess you guys don't want these delicious Jamaican Beef patties then..."

Freddy sprung out of the couch. "Beef Patties?"

"Yup." Chica took off her oven mitts and placed them on the counter. Since you guys don't want them, I'm going to throw them out..."

Freddy ran into the kitchen and took two. "Thanks, Chica!"

*SMOOCH!* *POW!*

Freddy kissed her but then she pushed him out of the kitchen.

"What about me, I don't eat meat!" Bonnie folded his arms.

"I made veggie patties too!" She pointed to them.

"Oh." Bonnie took two and left.

Foxy came.

"Want two? You can take two if you want." Chica asked.

"No. I'm too old to be eating that junk." He turned his back to Chica.

"Okay." Chica didn't bother. "Suit yourself."

Foxy then turned around. "I'll just take one."

Chica smiled.

"Just to try it." Foxy bit it. Foxy thought it tasted good.

"Actually, I'll take two." He took another one.

"Hah!" Chica laughed.

All of the boys were on their phones. Chica pulled out her phone and went on it as well.

"Check out PewDiePie's new vid!" Freddy showed it to Foxy.

"I hate Pewdiepie." Foxy rolled his eyes. "Jacksepticeye is much better."

"Pfft!" Bonnie scoffed. "Markiplier is the man."

The boys argued about their favorite YouTubers. But then-

*VMMM!*

All three of their phones vibrated at the same time. It was an E-Mail.

"Whoa." Freddy looked at his phone. "I got an E-mail from Marco Jameson." Freddy read.

"Hey, me too!" Bonnie showed his phone to Freddy.

"Me three!" Foxy said.

"Should we check it out?" Freddy asked.

"No," Foxy said. "Who checks their E-mail? Only losers do."

*SMACK!*

Freddy smacked Foxy's beef patty out of Foxy's hand.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Foxy screamed. He picked it really fast. Thread from the carpet was all over it.

"I agree with Foxy, but only because you shouldn't open E-mails from anyone you don't know."

"But what if you KNOW that person, but don't know their E-mail?" Freddy asked and raised his eyebrows.

"Well still don't open it," Bonnie said.

"I'm going to open it. I'm a risktaker."

"Stupid," Foxy said.

Freddy opened the E-mail. "Give me all of your personal information and we will send you FREE VIDEO GAMES!" Freddy read it.

Foxy looked at Freddy as if he was dumb. "Don't do it."

"Wait, there's more!" Freddy cut Foxy off. "We will not use this information to impersonate you, hack your bank account, or anything like that. We promise."

Chica came. "What's going on?"

"We all got an E-mail from someone named 'Marco Jameson', and the E-mail says that you can give them your personal information to get free games," Bonnie said. "And it also says that it won't use your info to hack your bank account and stuff like that."

"Really?" Chica rolled her eyes. "Only an IDIOT will fall for that."

Everyone looked at Freddy, who was about to click on the link provided by the E-mail.

"Freddy, DON'T CLICK ON THE LINK!" Chica shouted.

Freddy clicked on the link.

*VMMM!**VMMM!**VMMM!**VMMM!*

"AAAAA!" Freddy threw his phone in the air. It was vibrating like crazy, and on the screen had a message that read: "You're stupid!".

Freddy quickly picked up his phone and forced it to turn off by holding the power button for 10 seconds. The phone was off, and Freddy looked at everyone.

"Don't do that again."

LATER...

Bonnie was on his phone again.

*VMMM!*

"What now?" Bonnie opened the E-Mail. It was the same guy, but a different E-mail.

"Leave me alone!" Bonnie deleted it.

LATER...

Foxy was on the computer in the basement. Many pop-ups filled the screen.

"GRRR!" Foxy struggled to get rid of them.

LATER...

Chica turned on the heater because it was cold.

*BEEP!* *BEEP!*

Chica pressed the buttons on the heater, but for some reason, nothing happened.

"COME ON!" Chica shouted. "HEAT!"

But then, the heater shot out a BLAST of cold air.

"AAAA!" Chica screamed. The air was EXTREMELY cold!

*BEEP!* *BEEP!**BEEP!* *BEEP!*

Chica pressed the OFF button multiple times. Bonnie came. "Why is it so cold in here?" He asked.

"The stupid heater!" Chica screamed.

Just then-

*FLASH!**FLASH!**FLASH!**FLASH!**FLASH!*

The lights in their hideout began to flicker. The electricity turned off and on repeatedly.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA!" Chica screamed. "That's it! This is annoying!"

"What?" Freddy asked.

"I know all of this is that Marco Jameson guy!" Chica shouted. "I'm going to deal with this now!"

Chica picked up the phone to call the police.

*FLASH!**FLASH!*

The phone began to act crazy.

"GRRR!" Chica threw it.

"Calm down!" Foxy rubbed her shoulders.

"NO!" Chica screamed. Her eyes lit on FIRE.

"Pfft, that's just stupid special effects." Foxy rolled his eyes.

Chica grabbed Foxy's hand and placed it near her eye. Foxy felt HEAT!

"AAAAAAAA!" Foxy jumped.

Fred came out of the basement. "A fax just came in." He handed it to them and went back into the basement.

"Ha ha. It's me, Marco Jameson. I hacked your hideout. I hacked all of your electronics. I hacked your security system. I hacked your water system. I hacked your electric system. There's nothing you can do now because your hideout is now mine. Ha ha." Chica read it.

"Wait, what's that?" Bonnie pointed at the bottom of the paper.

Everyone looked. There was a drawing of a stick figure at the bottom of the paper. What color was the stick figure? PURPLE!

Foxy used his hook and tore up the paper. "Let's go."

MEANWHILE...

Purple Guy was laying down on the ground in his underground hideout.

"What's wrong?" Rolinda came, eating a Vanilla Ice-Cream flavored Yogurt.

"I'm thinking about my life now, Rolinda. I have nothing." PG sighed.

"What are you talking about? You have me!" Blue Guy smiled and batted his eyes.

"You ARE NOTHING." Purple Guy shouted.

"Oh, okay..." Blue Guy walked away.

"Are you literally gonna let PG talk to you like that, Blue?" Red Guy asked.

"Yeah." He sat at the table.

"UGH!" Red Guy folded his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Man, I should just lay here on the ground until I pass. Because of the science fair and my robots who bombed the school, I lost my family, my friends, and my dream of being a scientist." Purple Guy sighed once more.

"Oh," Rolinda said. "Cheer up, you still have a house!"

"House? You mean a home."

"Well, what's the difference?"

"A house is a building. A home is where something lives."

"Oh," Rolinda said.

"Ugh..." PG groaned.

*BANG!*

Team Fazbear came. Freddy cracked his knuckles.

"Hi, Team Fazbear!" Rolinda waved.

"What are you doing here?" Purple Guy said, not moving from the ground.

"You know why." Bonnie and the rest walked over to PG.

"Just beat me up. I have no purpose being here."

Foxy picked PG off of the ground and tossed him in the air.

*POW!*

Freddy punched PG. PG let them beat him up.

"This will teach you not to hack again!" Bonnie grabbed a garlic bomb.

"Wait, hack?"

*TOSS!* *BANG!*

"AAAAAAAA!" PG screamed. Tears ran from his eye as the garlic bomb exploded.

He fell to the ground (Team Fazbear picked him up).

"Stop acting dumb!" Foxy shouted. "You hacked our hideout, electronics, security system, water system, and electric system!"

"No, I didn't!" PG got up and put his hands in front of him. He also stepped back a few steps.

"You claimed to be Marco Jameson," Bonnie said.

"Who is that?" Purple Guy asked.

"You sent us many E-mails."

"No! I don't even know your E-mails! I don't even have Wi-Fi here!" Purple Guy shouted.

Chica lit a Cupcake bomb. Purple Guy flinched. He opened one eye, seeing Team Fazbear leaving.

"Oh thank god." Purple Guy fell back to the ground to continue thinking about his life.

Team Fazbear walked on the street, back to their hideout.

"Who could have hacked us?" Freddy asked. "It wasn't Purple Guy!"

"I still think he did it," Foxy said.

"Of course you would." Chica rolled her eyes.

They arrived at the hideout and tried to unlock the door. It didn't work.

"What the?" Chica asked.

"I think the hacker broke into our house and changed our lock!" Freddy shouted.

"Yeah right, there's no way he could have done it in a short duration," Bonnie said.

"I'll get us in." Foxy kicked the door.

*KICK!*

The door fell down. Inside were 3 men wearing ski masks, and the men were removing things from their house. One of them held a sack.

"Hello..." Freddy said. "Who are you?"

The 3 men quickly glanced at each other, and then they looked at Team Fazbear.

"What are you doing?" Bonnie asked.

"Don't just stand there!" Chica shouted.

*ZOOM!*

The 3 men ran away, with some of their things.

*SHOVE!*

They pushed Team Fazbear to the ground.

"HEY!" Foxy shouted.

The 3 men were nearly at the end of the block.

"GRRR!" Chica growled. "Fred, why didn't you do anything!"

There was no answer.

"Fred must've left earlier," Bonnie mumbled.

"HEY!" Freddy shouted and raised his fist in the air. "COME BACK!"

"Seriously? You think they are actually going to come back?" Chica asked.

The 3 men stopped running.

"Hey, he told us to come back." The thieves turned around and walked back to them.

"W-W-WHAT?" Chica shouted.

The thieves were next to them.

"What do you think you're doing?" Freddy asked, pointing his hand to his face.

"Stealing your stuff, DUH!" The thief with the sack said.

"Hey Freddy, what if HE is that Marco Jameson guy!"

The thief with the sack suddenly jumped.

"M-Marco Jameson? W-W-Who in the world is that?" The thief dropped the sack and stepped back.

"It is him!" Foxy shouted. "Since he hacked us, he knew our address and everything!"

"Uhh...no!"

Chica lit a cupcake bomb.

"Really? You think a little baby cake is going to hurt m-"

*BANG!*

"AAAAAA!" He fell to the ground. The other two thieves began to run.

"COME BACK!" Foxy shouted.

The thieves turned around and came back.

"STUPID!" Foxy grabbed his lasso and tied it around their legs. He pulled it, making them fall to the ground.

"GARLIC BOMB!" Bonnie grabbed two garlic bombs.

*BANG!*

"AAAAAA!" The two thieves screamed. Their eyes burned VERY BAD.

Freddy grabbed Marco Jameson.

*POW!* *POW!*

Marco grabbed a crowbar.

*SWING!*

He hit Freddy's knee.

"OW!" Freddy jumped around. "CHARLIE HORSE!"

*POW!*

He punched Freddy away. Foxy kicked Marco in his face.

*KICK!*

Marco grabbed his leg and swung Foxy into the others.

*THUD!*

Team Fazbear fell down, to the ground.

"SAY GOODBYE!" Marco grabbed some type of laser gun.

"W-what's that?" Freddy asked.

"Oh, It's a memory eraser!" I'll just erase your memories, and then your hideout will be mine!"

"What?" Chica shouted. "All of this just to have our hideout!"

"Yeah!" He loaded the memory eraser gun. "Any last words?"

"BEHIND YOU!" Foxy screamed.

"Nice try, but I'm not-"

*GRAB!*

Who grabbed him? Fred! Fred put him in a headlock.

"STOP!" Marco screamed. "I was just kidding!"

Fred dropped Marco and fell to the ground.

"GET LOST." Fred's eyes glew red. "NOW."

Marco just sat there.

"Okay." Fred picked up Marco and kicked him HIGH IN THE SKY. Fred did this to the other two thieves as well.

*CRASH!*

"AAAAAAAAAAA!" Marco screamed. He landed in a building. Where did he land? The POLICE STATION!

A cop just stared at Marco and the thieves.

ONE SECOND LATER...

Marco and the other two were in handcuffs.

"Once again Fred, you saved our butts!" Freddy shouted back at home.

"I knew something was going wrong, so I decided to come back."

"Where were you anyway?" Chica asked.

"Walmart," Fred replied.

"Oh."

"Hey, what's that?" Bonnie pointed to the ground.

What was it? It was the MEMORY ERASER! It was still on the ground!

"I'm taking this." Fred took it.

"Man, I wanted it." Foxy stamped his feet.


The Five Nights at Freddy's Show!

S3 E6b: The Great Debate

Written By: mmdestroyer973

Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy were slouching on the couch. They had a BIG BAG O' CHIPS on the counter. Trust me, the bag was really big. But what kind of chips? Vegetable chips, DUH! What, you thought they were eating heavily salted chips? What did the boys drink? A Vegetable Smoothie.

"AAAAH." Freddy patted his stomach.

"Look, it's back on!" said Bonnie, pointing to the television.

The boys were watching a show called Justin Case. It was a kid named Justin, and he solved mysteries around town.

"I've got to find those files!" Justin looked in the drawers. Justin snook into an office in the headquarters of a very strong and powerful business. He had to solve some mysterious mystery about a lost bank account, and the business was not providing any answers.

*RING!*

Justin's walkie-talkie rung.

"Justin, did you find it?" His sidekick, Harry asked.

"Not yet. I smell something secret. Something is very secretly hidden from me, one of the most secret secrets in the book of secretism..."

"Oh." Harry frowned. "Well, good luck! Also, I'm going to shower so I might not answer if you ring me!"

*FLASH!*

Justin turned off the walkie-talkie. He looked under the desk and then-

"YES!" Justin found something from under the desk. It was a key! On the key read: "OFFICE 501". Justin really needed to get into OFFICE 501.

"I'm going to keep this key," Justin said. "You know, Just in case." Justin winked at the viewers.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! AAAAAAAAAAAA!" The boys made lots of noise just because Justin said: "Just in case."

"HE SAID IT AGAIN! HE SAID IT AGAIN!" Bonnie jumped on the chair.

"AAAAAAAAAAA!" Freddy screamed like a banshee.

"HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP!" Foxy shouted.

"We'll be right back to Justin Case." The TV said.

Justin case was a really good show; it had a rating of 8.8/10. The actor of Justin, Eddie Baker, was really cute to LOTS of girls. So a show with a cute actor as the main character kinda deserves good ratings (just sayin').

As the commercials ran on, the boys just pulled out their phones and went on Instagram until the commercials were over.

*BANG!*

Fred barged out of the basement. Rage fueled his body, and he was ready to release it.

"YO," Fred called.

No answer.

"HEY!"

Still nothing.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU GUYS!"

Still nothing.

"FREDDY, BONNIE, AND FOXY!"

STILL nothing!

"AAAAAAAA!" Fred's head came on fire. Fred grabbed the fire from his head which made a fireball. He then he threw it at the boys.

Fred misaimed, and the fireball flew out of the open window.

"Finally!" Team Fazbear's neighbor said outside. "I finished planting these plants which took me a long time to fin-"

*BANG!*

The fireball landed right where his plants were and they caught on fire.

"GOT DAMN! I GIVE UP ON LIFE!" Their neighbor took off his hat, jumped on it a couple of times, and went inside of his house.

Chica walked in. She sighed after seeing what just happened. She grabbed Fred.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Fred shouted, pulling his arm away.

"Here's your chill pills." Chica handed his pills to him. "Now go in the basement and do what you normally do."

"We're back to Justin Cas-"

*FLASH!*

Chica turned off the TV.

"STOP!" Freddy said. "We're eating healthy snacks, see?"

"I don't care." Chica put her hands on her hips. "You guys are irresponsible and annoying."

"How?" Foxy asked. "We're just watching TV, we didn't do anything to anybody!"

"You guys made lots of noise, and when Fred was going to tell you to pipe down, you just ignore him like he's ugly!"

"OOOH!" Bonnie said. "I'mma tell Fred that you said he's ugly."

"Thanks!" Fred said in the basement. "I always wanted Chica to think I'm ugly."

"UGH!" Chica rolled her eyes.

Freddy got up, ate the last of the veggie chips, and threw the bag to the side. "As the team leader, Chica you just have to leave us alone."

"Yeah!" Bonnie raised his fist in the air.

"All in favor of making Chica let us do what we wish?" Freddy asked.

Foxy and Bonnie raised their hand. Fred came out of the basement and raised his hand as well.

"WAIT, WHAT!" Chica shouted.

"Yup." Nodded Freddy.

"Did you just say 'Team Leader'?" Chica asked.

"Yeah! This is Team Fazbear! Did you seriously forget, Chica?"

"HA HA HA HA!" Chica burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Bonnie asked.

"Nobody is the leader of Team Fazbear." Chica folded her arms.

"Well I am, dummy! This is Team Fazbear, and Fazbear is my last name!"

"The only reason why it's called Team Fazbear is that YOU, Freddy have poor naming skills, so you just named it 'Team Fazbear'."

Freddy was silent.

"That is true..." Freddy thought in his head.

"Well, since that there is no leader of this Team, I think I should be the leader," said Chica.

"Heck no!" shouted Foxy. "Why do YOU think you're a good leader!"

"Because I'm the most responsible," replied Chica.

"Well, then what makes us bad leaders then?" asked Bonnie.

"Well Freddy, YOU are super lazy and you will not even make good decisions. Bonnie, you are going to train us super hard like we're preparing for war. Foxy, you are going to just turn us into your own minions!"

The three boys were silent. That was 100% true.

"See?" Chica said. "I know you guys very well."

"Oh yeah? We know you well just like you know us well!" Freddy sprung off of the couch and pointed to Chica.

"Really? You don't even know MY FAVOURITE COLOR." Chica squinted her eyes and smirked.

"Pink!" Freddy said. "Everyone knows that every girl likes pink the most."

"No." nodded Chica.

Freddy turned to Bonnie and Foxy quickly. "Do you guys know her favorite color?"

"No." Bonnie and Foxy said. "We both thought she liked pink too."

"You guys stereotype too much!" Chica rolled her eyes. "My favorite color is YELLOW."

"DARN!" Foxy stamped his feet. "I was thinking that."

"No you weren't," replied Bonnie.

"Well, that doesn't mean anything Chica!" Freddy folded his arms. "You don't know our favorite colors."

"Freddy, yours is Red. Bonnie, yours is purple. Foxy, yours is orange."

The boys stood there silent.

"Uh, you don't know Fred's favorite color!"

"Beige." Chica smiled.

"DARN IT!" Fred shouted in the basement.

"I even know your favorite foods, favorite hobbies, and everything else. And when I ask you guys, you won't know anything about me."

The boys were silent.

"Chica's right." Bonnie looked down at the ground and frowned. "Chica will be a good leader."

"NO. I'm not taking any L's." Freddy turned back to Chica.

Freddy opened his mouth.

"I'm going to make sure that everyone does everything in an orderly, and timely manner," Chica answered Freddy's question BEFORE he said it.

*THUD!*

Freddy fell to the ground.

"I know you so well, I even know what you're going to say next." smiled Chica

Freddy got up and opened his mouth to speak.

"I hate you too, Freddy." Chica went to the kitchen.

*THUD!*

He fell to the ground once again.

"Dude, Chica is a good leader. We all suck eggs." Foxy said.

"Freddy, just admit to her that she's a good leader," said Bonnie.

"NO." shouted Freddy.

Fred came out of the basement. "It's true. She is a good leader." Fred burst into tears and went back in the basement.

"Fred looks ugly when he's crying." Bonnie thought.

LATER...

Chica went into the living room. Freddy had lots of flyers.

"What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing!" Freddy tried to hide the flyers.

"Lemme see."

"NO!"

*SNATCH!*

Chica grabbed a paper. "Vote now. Who will be a good leader for Team Fazbear: Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy or Fred?" read Chica. "Really, Freddy?"

"In order for us to determine the leader, we need to get support from the community."

"That is true, but you're taking this too far!" Chica folded her arms.

*ZOOM!*

Freddy ran out with the flyers.

"VOTE FOR WHO WILL BE BEST LEADER! VOTE NOW!" Freddy handed out the papers.

Purple Guy grabbed a flyer from him. "What's this?"

Freddy took it back from him.

"Oh no, YOU don't get to vote."

"Oh really? What happened to voting rights? So purple people can't vote?" Purple Guy raised his arms out.

"No, you specifically can't vote. This is to see who will be the best leader for Team Fazbear."

"Really?" Purple Guy rolled his eyes. "You're so narcissistic! Always trying to make everyone think that you're the best! I think Chica's a good leader, and you should just stick with that."

*POW!*

"AAAAAA!" Purple Guy was kicked in the stomach by Freddy. PG fell to the ground.

Purple Guy pulled out his Life Alert button. "Help! Help! I've fallen and I can't get up!" He shouted.

"Amateur!" Indigo Guy said as he flew by.

2 DAYS LATER...

The mailman knocked on the door.

It was a package. "This must contain the filled out flyers! Freddy said, taking the package.

"Sir, you need to sign here." The mailman said.

*SLAM!*

Freddy shut the door.

"MOM!" The mailman shouted. "THIS BOY WON'T SIGN FOR THE PACKAGE! MOOOOOOOOOM!"

"Shut up!" A lady shouted on the street.

Freddy opened the box, and it had the flyers.

"Hi, Freddy," Chica said, behind him.

Freddy hid the box behind his back.

"What's behind your back?"

"Nothing!"

"Okay, I totally believe you!" Chica nodded. "So there isn't a box behind your back."

"Yup!" nodded Freddy.

"And that box doesn't have filled out flyers in it."

"Yup!" he nodded again.

Chica frowned. "Freddy, show me the box."

"No!" Freddy tried to run from her.

*TRIP!* *THUD!*

Chica tripped him and he fell. Chica grabbed the box and put all the flyers on the table. Chica examined them.

"Freddy, why did you have to do this?"

"Oh, I just didn't want to-"

"Admit that I was a good leader?" Chica finished the sentence before him.

"Yeah." Freddy put his hands behind his back and he blushed. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks for admitting," Chica said. "And in the last two days, I realized something.

Freddy looked at her.

"I'm not a good leader as well."

"How?"

"I realized if I'm the leader, I would try too hard just to make everything perfect. And you know, making everything perfect isn't that easy. Also, I might be kinda bossy."

"Hey, we're both terrible." Freddy smiled. "And that's how it is."

"Heh, yeah." chuckled Chica.

Freddy glanced back at the filled out flyers.

"Hug?" Chica asked, opening her arms.

They hugged.

"So, should we call this thing off?"

"Nah, I think whoever won the vote should become the leader."

1 MINUTE LATER...

"Guys, we have an announcement!" Chica and Freddy walked into the living room.

"Grrr..." Bonnie growled.

"We have a leader."

*ZOOM!*

Foxy ran out of the bathroom. Toilet paper was stuck to his shoe. "I hope it's me," Foxy whispered to Bonnie.

The leader of Team Fazbear is...Fred." Freddy announced.

"NO!" Foxy screamed.

"HA!" Bonnie laughed. "I'm just happy it's not Foxy."

Fred came out of the basement. "How?"

"Well, we got 341 votes. Fred had 145, I had 90, Freddy had 71, Bonnie had 34, and Foxy had 1." Chica announced.

*THUD!*

Foxy fell to the ground.

"So Fred, now that you're our leader, what should we do?"

"Pretend like none of this ever happened," Fred said.

"Okay!" Everyone shouted.