Chapter Two: The Birthday Party

"I can't believe it. They're late." Ivy mumbled. "Oh, no, wait. Actually, I can believe it."

Tweet, her cousin, nodded. The two's birthdays were hardly a week apart, so they always ended up having a joint birthday party. It wasn't a big deal. They each got their own cake, and all of their friends got along fine. This year, they were both turning ten, and their grandparents had gotten them a party at Freddy Fazzbear's in Pirate Cove, with the white fox that fell apart and the kids kind of put together themselves. They all called it 'The Mangle'.

"Ted and Rex still aren't here?" Damien asked, wandering over to them. "I knew it. They're such chickens. Bet they never broke in last night, either."

"That's not likely." Tweet contradicted. "Rex turning down a dare is like Ming turning down pizza."

Damien nodded. Okay, Tweet was right. They had once seen Rex do cartwheels across heavy traffic because Ming, Damien's twin sister, had told him he would get killed. Miraculously, nothing bad had happened that day, but Damien had since dared Rex to do the most stupid things he could imagine.

"Where do you suppose they are, anyway?" Ivy asked. The others shrugged.

Tweet and Ivy's grandmother smiled. "Alright children, it's time to get out the birthday cake."

The cousins shared a disappointed look. It wasn't like their friends to skip out on their birthday party. They had come every year since they were all in kindergarten.

"Grandmama? May we wait a little longer for Ted and Rex?" Ivy asked.

Their grandmother shook her head. "I'm sorry, dear. I don't think the Martins twins are coming, and we can't wait anymore."

Ivy sighed. "Alright..."

As the cousins sat and the cake was brought in, Tweet noticed strange movement from the corner of his eye. When he turned his head to look, he thought he saw somebody duck into a door down the hallway. He wanted to check it out, but couldn't. Not right now. He turned back to his big purple-icing chocolate bunny cake. Tweet loved bunnies and his favourite colour was purple. He wasn't ashamed of it in the least, even though his friends teased him about it sometimes. He didn't care.

After cake and presents were done, and the kids were allowed to play again, Tweet somehow slipped out of the adults' sight. He wanted to know who was down the hallway. Maybe Ted and Rex had shown up after all and were going to surprise them?

Strange. Nobody was in this room. Only four big and furry animatronics standing in the corner, and one broken golden bear slumped over by the far wall.

Tweet's eyes widened when he saw the purple bunny. It was even better than the shiny Bonnie on the stage, because this one was purple. His fingers ran through its fur.

"Wow. You're so pretty. Why aren't you on the stage?" He wondered quietly.

"He's not complete yet." The voice made Tweet jump and spin around. A golden rabbit animatronic stood there. Tweet shivered. The animatronics weren't supposed to be able to answer questions!

"Don't be afraid. It's just a suit." The bunny spoke. "They're all special suits." The golden rabbit lifted off its head, revealing the man underneath. Tweet knew how Halloween costumes like this worked, and he was amazed.

"They're suits?"

"Yes. Do you like that one? Why don't I help you try it on?" The man offered.

Tweet shivered. He was smart for a ten-year-old. There was something spooky about this man.

"My Grandmama and Papa don't like it when I talk to strangers." He replied.

"It's alright. I won't hurt you. I know your Grandmama. She would be okay with it." The man coaxed.

Tweet relaxed. If his grandmother was okay with it, if she knew this man, then no harm, no foul. Right? "Okay. Maybe I should ask Papa first, though. Just to be safe."

"It's fine. I already asked him." The man replied, taking apart the purple bunny. Tweet let him place the suit on him. It was fun, being a purple bunny. Except for the way the head lolled around, but that was alright.

"I should head back now." Tweet started trying to taking off the suit, pulling off the head. It wouldn't come off. Panicking, the boy tried pulling off the arms. The sudden movement loosened something, and all of a sudden, pieces of the suit were biting into his skin and then crushing him. Tweet tried to scream but found his voice unusable. All he could see was the dark outline of the man before blackness overcame him.

William Afton looked down at the bloody Bonnie suit. He waited until it stopped twitching, and set it upright again, quickly cleaning up all the blood, just like before. Now three of the suits held a corpse of a child. if anybody ever opened one, he would be caught. He gazed over at Chica, wondering if a little girl would fall her prey. There were several little girls at this party, but he had risked enough by taking the birthday boy himself. There would be plenty of little girls next Saturday and even throughout the week. He could pick one off then. He could wait. He was patient.

Ivy frowned. She went up to her grandmother and tugged her skirt lightly to get her attention.

"What's the matter, Ivy?"

"Grandmama, have you seen Tweet? I can't find him anywhere." She replied. She had been looking for her cousin for a good hour. At least, it had felt like an hour.

"I'm sure he's in the bathroom." Her grandmother replied. "I'll go get Papa to check." She walked off to find Ivy and Tweet's grandfather.

Ivy turned back to her presents, wondering where her cousin had gotten to. There was no way he had been in the bathroom this whole time, was there? She shrugged, and decided to play with her new toys. The remote-control purple robot her Papa had gotten her looked fun.

Ivy had so much fun with the purple robot that she lost track of time. She noticed lots of her friends were being picked up by their parents. Soon, the only kids left were herself, Damien and Ming, and her best friend Elsa. Tweet was still noticeably missing.

"Papa? Have you found Tweet?" She asked.

"No, dear. I looked in the bathrooms and even behind the stage. Do you know where he might be hiding?"

Ivy shook her head. Elsa walked up to her. "Hey, my Mom told me to ask you if you want to hang out with us on Thursday. We're going to see a movie and then come here for supper. wanna come?"

Ivy looked up at her grandfather who nodded. "You can go with Elsa. I'll pick you up from here after supper."

The girls grinned. Then, Ivy frowned again. "Elsa, have you seen Tweet anywhere? We can't find him."

Elsa shook her head. "No. I haven't seen him since presents." She sighed. "I'd help you look, but my Mom's here to pick me up."

"That's okay. Thanks anyway." Ivy waved to her friend. Now only the twins were left, who were supposed to be dropped off at their house by Ivy's grandparents.

Ming and Damien came up to her. "Still haven't found Tweet?" Damien asked. Ming was eating a piece of pizza.

Ivy shook her head. She wanted to ask her friends for help, but she could hear her grandmother planning to bring the twins to their place and then coming back to pick Ivy, Tweet and their grandfather up after, while he stayed to find Tweet.

"Papa?" Ivy looked up at him after her grandmother had left with the twins. "Do you think he's hurt somewhere?"

Her grandfather took her hand. "I'm sure he's fine. Let's get some help." He led Ivy with him out of the party room and into the main diner, where there were a couple of other families eating pizza or watching their kids run around loudly as the shiny Freddy, Chica and Bonnie sang and swivelled around on their stage.

They marched up to the counter that a few employees were standing behind. As her grandfather explained the situation, Ivy glanced around the dining area nervously. It felt like there was something... Wrong. Really wrong. That worried her.

"Papa?" She whispered. "Papa. I'm scared. W-what if we don't find him?"

"We will." Her grandfather promised.

When her grandmother returned, they were still looking everywhere for Tweet. Ivy's grandfather was holding her hand tight, making sure she wouldn't get lost, too.

"Anything?" Her grandmother asked, as her grandfather shook her head.

"Alright, well... It's getting late. I'll take Ivy home and come back to help you." Ivy's grandmother took her hand and started helping her pack up all the presents and bring them to the car. Ivy shivered. She didn't want to leave without her cousin, but she knew protesting wouldn't help. She was quiet on the drive home, thinking carefully about the last place she had remembered seeing Tweet. He had been there during cake and presents, and after that... He had been heading somewhere, but Ivy hadn't paid attention. Now he was lost. What if he was lost forever?