November 12th, 1993 - 11:58 PM
The animatronics all stared straight ahead at the wall. They were standing straight up and their eyes were open, but their minds were asleep. They would awaken the second their internal clocks hit 12 AM, exact same time every night.

November 13th, 1993 - 12:00 AM
Bonnie and Chica woke up at the exact same time and took a minute to adjust to the dark. Freddy hadn't woken up, but this was ordinary. When the technicians worked on them after the Bite of '87, they had messed up his clock a bit. It was about 2 minutes ahead of the others. It drove the bear crazy, so his bandmates tried not to mention it.

"Evening, Bonnie," said Chica.

"Some day, man," said Bonnie, who stepped off the stage to stretch his joints. "I can't believe it. Almost nobody showed up today."

"When's the last time somebody actually came here to celebrate their own birthday?" asked Chica. "I really can't remember."

"I remember when this place was just getting started," said Bonnie. "Birthday parties every day. You remember that one time, we did three birthday parties at once? We had to split up to entertain the different children."

"Oh, yeah...what was that? '85?" said Chica.

"I think it was, yeah. Those were the days," replied Bonnie.

Just then, Freddy's eyelids shot up and his eyes lit up. "Evening, friends," he said solemnly. "Slow day, hm?"

"Tell me about it," said Bonnie. "I'd do anything to perform for a birthday again. I miss it."

"Yes, well, no use dwelling on what we were doing six years ago when we still have tomorrow," said Freddy. "And every day after that."

"Sheesh, don't remind me," said Chica jokingly. Freddy tried to smile but his body wouldn't allow for it. Chica understood what the bear was trying to do, though.

There wasn't much to do at Freddy's in the middle of the night. There wasn't even much activity during the day, either. Occasionally, teenagers would walk in during the day, assuming the building had been abandoned, and that would generally be as exciting as it would get at Freddy's. The company's competitors had become much more popular in the area ever since the Bite, much to the disappointment of the animatronics. Freddy's had become a boring place.

Bonnie slowly opened the door to the backstage. These days, this room was more or less just used as a storage room for old props and miscellaneous objects. The rabbit couldn't recall the last time any real maintenance went on in this room. The endoskeleton that had been there since 1987 was, for whatever reason, still sitting on the table. It hadn't been moved in years. Today, though a different object on the table called for his curiosity.

It was a large box sealed with duct tape. Curiously, Bonnie tried to open the box. He didn't know what it could've possibly been. It had been a long time since any new supplies or props had been mailed to the pizzeria - the company stopped investing into them since there were no customers around to appreciate it.

Bonnie sighed in frustrations as his huge clumsy fingers couldn't cut the tape. And he wasn't about to try his luck with a knife, either. That left one other option. "Foxy!"

About 5 seconds later, the fox quietly opened the door and peered down at the box. The two robots did not like each other in the slightest. "Whaddya want?" he said.

"I need you to open the box," Bonnie said, holding up his fingers. "I can't."

Foxy stared at it. "Why?"

"Just do it, would you?" asked Bonnie.

"Whate'er happened to the magic word?" said Foxy, grinning.

Bonnie restrained himself from hitting the fox. Although he'd never admit it, he knew Foxy was a much stronger robot than Bonnie was. And he did need Foxy's help, so…

"Please open the box, Foxy," said Bonnie with great effort.

"That's more like it," said Foxy, who crept over to the box and stuck his hook in the tape. He slid his hook over the middle of the box and cut it open. Bonnie watched as Foxy toppled the box on its side and a strange figure slid out of it.

Bonnie jumped back when he got a good look at the thing.

"What is that?" asked Bonnie.

"That's a puppet," replied Foxy.

The figure lying before them was a tall, slender figure with a white mask. Its arms and legs were striped black and white and there were three large buttons stitched to the thing's chest, but the creepiest part about it was definitely its face. It had empty black eyes with long, purple tear streaks painted on underneath his eyes. The streaks fell to the figure's huge mouth with red lipstick and large blush marks.

"Do you think we should tell Fredd-" Bonnie began, before he realized that Foxy had somehow already left the room. He rolled his eyes and called for Freddy and Chica, who entered quickly.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Freddy, staring at the puppet. "What is that?"

"It's supposed to be a marionette, I think," said Bonnie.

"Where's it from?" asked Freddy, examining the box for clues.

"It says here it's from Fazbear Storage", said Bonnie reading a label on the side. "It must be some kind of scrapped robot."

"Then we shouldn't touch it," said Chica. "What if we get in trouble?"

Freddy laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, because we know all too well how much they care."

"I'm just wondering why it's here," said Bonnie. "Did this Fazbear Storage place run out of storage or somethin'?"

Chica's eyes suddenly lit up excitedly. "Maybe it's going to be a new attraction here!"

Bonnie stifled a laugh. They could hear Foxy cracking up all the way over from his cove. "Yeah, I doubt it."

"Why isn't it moving?" asked Chica.

"Well, let's find out," said Freddy.

The bear examined the puppet closely, and slowly lifted its mask off its head. It had nothing on its inside.

"Well?" said Bonnie impatiently.

"There's nothing on its inside," said Freddy. "It can't move."

"Brilliant," said Bonnie. "So it's useless."

"I think it's best we leave it alone for now," said Freddy. "I'm sure it'll be gone by tomorrow night anyway." Chica nodded in agreement and walked out with him. Bonnie stuffed the strange puppet back into the box and left the room as well, silently locking the door behind him.

The rest of the night was pretty typical for the Fazbear crew. Freddy went back to his position on the stage, while Bonnie and Chica chatted all night. Foxy talked to himself in the Pirate Cove and said nothing to anybody else.

November 13th, 1993 - 6:10 AM
The Puppet rose out of its box. It was 6:10 AM, the animatronics were already deactivated and the cleaning crew had not arrived yet. It probably would be another few hours before they did. He knew that the restaurant had fallen into despair, the employees no longer cared and the building was no longer properly maintained. The things he heard at Fazbear Storage...it sounded like the building had fallen into a complete depression. Maybe that was for the better.

He looked at his surroundings and saw spare costume parts for Freddy and the crew. It reminded him of the storage facility. It was fascinating. He crawled outside of the boss and felt the doorknob. Locked. Only a slight delay. He let his light body fall to the floor and he slid over to the vent at the side of the room, in front of the metal endoskeleton that hadn't moved an inch since the last time he was there.

The Puppet unscrewed the vent cover with his fingers and easily slid through the shaft, and found himself at the other side instantly. He was right outside of the supply closet. The Puppet carefully inserted his fingers through the slits in the ventilation cover and unscrewed it from the other side. He had been blessed with an extremely flexible body that allowed him to go anywhere he wanted, essentially. Except, just like the other animatronics, he couldn't walk outside- he had tried to before, but there was something stopping him. Something trapped him indoors. He didn't quite understand why. He knew he wasn't really like the others. He had no endoskeleton, no AI, nothing. Yet he could still move. As a matter of fact, he could move more fluidly than the others, and he could move around freely even after 6 AM as well.

He stepped out into the hallway and looked around. There was garbage all over the floor. Old, empty soda containers, crumpled-up newspapers, and even a few monitors just left out in the open. As expected, there was nobody in the building at that moment.

The Puppet walked over to the manager's office at the end of the hallway and peered inside. Since the last time he was inside, the nice wooden doors that were once there had been replaced with thick steel blast doors that could probably hold their weight against a nuclear explosion if necessary. He heard that this is where the night guards worked at night. Evidently, Fazbear Entertainment wasn't even bothering with those anymore.

Plastered all over the walls were drawings made by small children years ago, probably before the Bite. Cobwebs draped over the ceilings and underneath the large desk pushed up against the end of the room. A thick layer of dust sat atop everything in the room. It was really quite disgusting, really, and seemed to imply to the Puppet that Mr. Fazz wasn't exactly maintaining the building anymore. If that was the case, then could he really be blamed? The building felt haunted and empty. Five children had gone missing here years before, so he couldn't blame the workers for feeling uneasy working around here and skipping out on work. The Puppet, too, wanted to get away from these establishments, but could never get past the exits no matter how hard he tried.

It was interesting to see this room once again after six years, but he had other things to do here. He slid along the floor and found himself back into the dining area. He looked around, feeling quite depressed. The Puppet, too, missed when the building was bustling with activity and children were lining up at the door as early as 7 AM. But that was before. He hadn't come to dwell on the past, he came to deal with some unfinished business.

He slid over to the restrooms and turned left, facing a wall. Somehow, he knew that there was something behind that wall. He knocked on it and listened to it echo. There was definitely a room behind there that the others had no idea about.

The Puppet began to lightly push on the door, when suddenly he heard a car screech and park in the lot. He hesitated, then ran away back to the backstage door, unlocking it and letting himself inside.

He knew he had found the false wall, exactly where he thought it was. He didn't know how he knew. He knew, somehow, that behind that wall was the room where those five children were brutally murdered six years before. The safe room. It had been exactly six years and one day since that incident happened. He was going to avenge those children's deaths. The man in purple would come back any time now.

Where are they...

The suit tried to move, but its attempts were futile.

Six years now...nobody's looking for me.

The suit tried to call out something, but all that it could muster was a faint whisper. "Fred…" it said. "Fred…"

The room was so cold. It was so, very cold. The temperature in there must've been below freezing. The suit could not move, no matter how hard it tried.

Please...anyone...I need help…

I need you, Fred...