November 13th, 1993 - 6:20 AM
Mr. Fazz arrived at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The place still gave him the creeps ever since the Bite, so his visits were usually as short as possible. Unfortunately, though, his visit that day was not going to be nearly as short-lived as he would've liked it to be.
He walked through the entrance, pen and notepad in hand, and threw a newspaper on one of the dining tables. Fazz then proceeded to walk around inspecting the items and decorations all over the restaurant. He then gulped as he approached every one of the animatronics and did several thorough examinations of their suits and whatever he could make out of their endoskeletons. The only one he didn't examine was Foxy, for fear that he might somehow activate the animatronic. Fazz was scared of the pirate.
The first customers came in around 11 AM, a full three hours after the restaurant opened, and had Freddy and the gang sing their son a birthday song. The son was noticeably rather frightened by the large robots and once the parents realized this, they left quickly. Freddy mentally groaned. A few other customers came in throughout the day, but the building was never anywhere near as packed as it used to be before the Bite.
Around 8 PM, just when the building was starting to get dark, Mr. Fazz finally walked up to the animatronics and did a strange sort of half-salute to them. He then proceeded to walk out the door and leave the building. The animatronics looked at each other, confused. Bonnie tried to read the newspaper Fazz left on the table from his position on the stage, but he couldn't see closely enough, and he couldn't move. All four of the animatronics in the building had a bad feeling about the newspaper though.
November 14th, 1993 - 12:00 AM
Midnight finally hit, and the gang was dying of curiosity. Bonnie and Chica headed straight to the table and then waited for Freddy to wake up. Even Foxy came to hear what it had to say. After the two-minute mark hit, Freddy's internal clock finally caught up to midnight and the bear awoke.
"Let's see what that paper says," the bear said, stepping off the stage and approaching the table.
"Local pizzeria shutting down. After struggling to stay in business for several years, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has announced that it will close within a week's time. Despite a year long-search for a buyer, companies seem unwilling to be associated with Fazbear Entertainment. 'These characters will live on. In the hearts of kids- these characters will live on'," Freddy read aloud.
Chica fell to her knees and would've cried if she were able to, while Freddy merely stared in disbelief at the paper he had just read. Bonnie sat down and rested his forehead in his hand in frustration. Foxy, who would've normally cracked a joke, just watched the others sulk in their own misery.
Bonnie was the first to break the silence. "So what the hell are we going to do then?"
"We will be deactivated," Freddy replied. "And we will never see the light of day again."
"Unless we get reopened!" said Chica desperately. "Or we get sold off! Surely they can't just k-keep us off forever, right? That would be wasteful!"
Bonnie looked up at her and sighed. "I wouldn't get my hopes up, Chica. Sorry."
Foxy looked as though he was deep in thought, staring at the paper on the table. Freddy looked up at him and said angrily, "Get out of here, Foxy."
The pirate looked down at him. "Yeah? Got an issue wit' me bein' here, Freddy?"
"We wouldn't be in this position if it weren't for you," said the bear quietly. "So I suggest that you get out of here before I lost my temper."
"Excuse me, have all of ye forgotten that five kids died here? And you're blamin' all of this on me?" asked Foxy.
Bonnie stood up and got close to the fox's face. "How do you know they died? You try to kill them, too, Foxy? Huh?"
Foxy scratched the rabbit's face with his hook, leaving a large gash over his eye. "Go to hell," the fox whispered to the rabbit before pushing him to the floor.
Chica slowly backed away to the stage. Foxy then turned on Freddy. "Who do you think you are?" he said quietly, in a rare moment where his pirate accent didn't come through. Freddy stared at him as the fox turned around and marched back to his cove. Bonnie was about to jump after him before Freddy held his arm out to stop him.
"There's no point," said Freddy. Bonnie scoffed but obediently sat down at the table.
"Good riddance, anyway," said Bonnie. "What's the date, anyway?"
She was silent for a moment, before she muttered, "November 14th. 1993."
Freddy looked down. This paper was released on the 6 year anniversary of the Bite of '87, which was the day before. Freddy thought about what a strange coincidence that this announcement would be made on that day in particular.
Bonnie, after a moment of thought, stepped back up on the stage and looked back at his friends. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to make my last days count."
Chica looked up at him and stood up. "I suppose…"
"We can do anything!" said Bonnie, excited. "We can do whatever we want! It doesn't matter if we're going to be scrapped anyway."
Chica thought about it for a second. "Yeah...but what are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking about exploring the vents, and playing with the cameras, and-" the bunny stopped and realized that he was getting ahead of himself. Freddy hadn't yet given his blessing to do any of this, and all their decisions had to go through Freddy first.
The duo looked at Freddy expectantly, hoping for him to grant his permission. "I suppose if these truly are our last days, then there's no need to enforce much order..."
Bonnie and Chica grinned, and the chicken hugged Freddy. The bear sighed and added, "Just don't ruin my restaurant."
"Man," said Bonnie.
Suddenly they heard the sound of a car pulling up in the parking lot. Freddy motioned for Bonnie and Chica to be quiet as he snuck over to the window.
"Someone is approaching," he stated quietly. "Everybody in position, now!"
The man rushed over to the entrance, quickly unlocked the door and slammed it behind him. He was muttering to himself as he came in through the door. He stopped in front of the show stage with sweat all over his face. When he saw that the animatronics were in place, he breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down against the table, wiping the sweat off his face.
The animatronics all couldn't help but notice that the man was dressed in a shade of purple which made him blend in with the dark a bit. In the lighting, the man's eyes appeared to be purple as well, strangely enough. The color made them feel...uneasy, and…
Angry.
The man stood up in front of Freddy's face. "I know you can hear me," the man whispered. "I can't let anybody find out what's...inside of you. I'll be back."
The man backed off the stage, and immediately burst back out the doors. The animatronics heard the tires on his car screech as they drove off.
"Who the hell was that nut?" wondered Freddy aloud.
"Even his car was purple," said Bonnie, watching the strange man drive away from the window.
"Some kind of fashion statement I guess," said Chica. "Didn't look so good though."
"I think he dressed purple to camouflage with the dark," said Freddy.
"His eyes were purple too though," said Bonnie. "What a weirdo."
Chica giggled. "Your entire body is purple, Bonnie," she said.
"Yeah, but my shade is much nicer!" he replied.
"Sure," said Chica, still giggling.
They all left their positions on stage again, when Chica tapped Bonnie's shoulder all of a sudden. "I think we should go check on the puppet in the backroom."
"Oh, right," said Bonnie. "I doubt anything's changed though." He unlocked the door and both of them stepped inside the room.
The Puppet heard the sound of the door being unlocked and jumped back into his box just as the door opened and Bonnie and Chica stepped inside. He played limp as the two animatronics surrounded him.
"Did you see that?" Chica asked. "I swear I saw something move."
"Just your imagination. I think. Hey bud, you awake yet?" he asked the Puppet.
"Come on, just leave already," thought the Puppet to himself. "Go on then. Leave!" He accidentally blurted that last thought aloud before covering his mouth quickly.
"Did that thing just talk?" shrieked Chica.
"What?!" said Bonnie. "You're alive?!"
The Puppet, realizing his cover was officially blown, stood up and shushed Bonnie. "Quiet, you! I'm trying to be sneaky here!"
Bonnie tried to say something but the Puppet jammed his fingers into Bonnie's voice box as he listened for footsteps. Thankfully, Bonnie's yell didn't get Freddy or Foxy's attention. Chica froze with shock and stayed silent. In a hushed voice, the Puppet said "Listen you two. I'm here on a very personal mission to deal with some unfinished business I have here at Freddy's. You don't need to get involved, do you understand?"
The two animatronics nodded their heads and the Puppet slid his fingers back out of Bonnie's throat, throwing up his hands in disgust as he now had grease all over his hand.
"Don't they ever clean you two anymore?" the Puppet asked.
"No," whispered Chica. "It's been a couple of years."
"Who are you?" whispered Bonnie.
"I was never given a name, but I guess I go by the Puppet," he whispered back.
"What are you doing here?" Chica asked. "What mission?"
The Puppet stared at her. "You two ask a lot of questions, you know that?"
"I'm curious too," said Bonnie quietly. "You must be doing something pretty bad if you're worried about Freddy."
The Puppet shook his head. "No, no, as I said, I'm doing something really personal. I can't have anyone getting in my way."
"Well, what is it?" asked Chica.
"I don't think I should tell you. I'm just looking for somebody," said the Puppet. "He used to work here in the 80's. I remember him wearing a purple shirt."
Bonnie and Chica looked at each other. "A man just came in here about five minutes ago, wearing a purple shirt."
The Puppet gripped onto the edge of his box. "What?! Really?" he whispered sharply.
"What?" said Bonnie, confused.
"Tell me everything. What was he like? Did you see his car?" asked the Puppet.
"Everything about him was just...purple, like a dark purple. We think he was trying to blend into the dark," said Chica. "We saw his car, too. It was the same color. And his eyes...never seen anything like them."
The Puppet put his hands on their shoulders. "If you ever see that man again, you have to get me. You have to."
"Why?!" said Bonnie. "You're freaking me out, dude."
The Puppet looked at the two of them and sighed. "Okay...but only if you promise not to tell the others. They might ruin things for me."
"You have our word," said Chica. "What's your secret?"
The Puppet sighed again. He didn't really want to tell them anything. He didn't trust Freddy or the pirate that had nearly killed a kid six years before.
"The day before the Bite here...five children went missing in this establishment. I think that they died here," said the Puppet. "And I think the man in purple was the one who killed them."
"What? Really?" said Bonnie. "I thought they caught the person behind it."
"Well, apparently not," said the Puppet. "I don't know why, but...I just know it was the purple man. I think about it all the time...sometimes, it feels like I was right there in the room they died in."
"Well, how do you know they died? No bodies were ever found. I thought the theory was that it was a kidnapping," said Bonnie.
"It wasn't," said the Puppet. "I assure you, that was no kidnapping. I know exactly where they died, too."
"Where?" whispered Chica curiously.
"I can't tell you," said the Puppet. "I just can't. You shouldn't get involved."
Bonnie sighed. "Well, what're you planning to do?"
The Puppet sat down. "Get revenge. The man in purple deserves no mercy."
"He said he was going to come back," said Chica. "He said he couldn't let anyone know about...something that he thought was inside of us."
The Puppet looked at her thoughtfully. "Did he, now?"
"Yeah, it was really confusing," said Bonnie.
"Then there's still hope," said the Puppet. "That man can't be allowed to live. He's dangerous. Who knows if he's still killing children?"
Bonnie and Chica looked at each other again, then they both looked back at the Puppet.
Bonnie spoke, "Okay...we agree. We won't stop you."
The Puppet sighed with relief. "Thank you...alert me if you see the man again. I'm going to be watching." He ducked back into his box.
The duo left the room, leaving the Puppet once again to his own thoughts. He cursed himself mentally. He could have ended it all there and then, if only he had known that the man in purple was out. He should've opened up to them when they found him.