November 14th, 1993 - 12:40 AM
Foxy stood with his head pressed up against the backstage door, then quickly ducked underneath a table once he heard the door knob rattle. Bonnie and Chica stepped out, whispering to each other about something. Foxy listened intently but couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He only caught something about a "man in purple" and a "puppet", not much else. Slowly, he crept out from underneath the table and positioned himself as though he had been there the whole time.

"Heya lads, whatcha talkin' about?" Foxy said casually. He had to restrain himself from bursting out laughing as he saw both the rabbit and chicken whirl around and gasp.

"Nothing!" Chica said.

"Nothin', huh? Sounds pretty boring," Foxy said. "And here you two were, whisperin' like it was something important. Somethin' bout a purple guy and that damn puppet."

"None of your business, Foxy," Bonnie said moodily, rubbing the scratch over his eye that Foxy had made just half an hour ago.

Foxy rotated his hook around robotically and looked Bonnie in the eye. "Tell me who you were talking to. I heard somethin' else in there."

"Foxy, please, leave us alone," said Chica.

"There's no reason why you can't tell me," said Foxy. "Not like I'm in any position to stop whate'er it is yer all messin' about with. And I'm absolutely not gonna tell the Fredster."

Bonnie took a step forward. "Foxy, screw off. I'm serious, man."

Foxy raised both of his hands in the air. "Back up, bud. If ye ain't gonna tell me I'll find out m'self. No need to lose an arm or two tryna intimidate me."

"Come on, Bonnie," Chica whispered. "Bonnie?"

The rabbit backed away, glaring at Foxy. "I'd give both my arms to get you to shut up."

"Then come at me and give me 'em arms. You know, out in the wild, we foxes eat rabbits," Foxy said with a grin.

"Gross!" said Chica as the pirate laughed.

Bonnie stormed off and Chica followed him. The bunny said something unintelligible and Foxy began laughing maniacally, before calming down enough to realize that he hadn't learned anything. "Hey, wai-" he said before catching himself. He didn't allow himself to interact with the other animatronics too much, as he didn't trust any of them. The pirate was paranoid that the other animatronics would get so fed up with him that they might, someday, try to gang up on him and attack him. He decided to check out the backstage himself.

He walked in and immediately remembered why he hated this part of the establishment, even though he hated most of it already. The room was filled with empty Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica heads, but not a single spare Foxy head. They surrounded him and seemed to stare deep into his eyes. He looked around and saw the box that the puppet was hidden within, but looked past it as his eye was caught by something else. A folder lay hidden in the corner of the room. He picked it up and started skimming through it, although his eye was immediately caught by something. He pulled out a document and laid it out on the table by the Puppet's box.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Grand Reopening!

Catch Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica as they perform their first show for guests! Listen to music, try our pizza, and watch in awe as our incredible technology provides a brilliant experience for your children!

Remember to catch Vixey on her first show, as she plays with the smaller children in the Kid's Cove!

Win prizes and play games at the Prize Corner or buy a few ballloons from the Balloon Boy dispenser!

Foxy did a double take when he saw the name "Vixey" and another when he read "Kid's Cove". It sounded like they were replacing him with some cutesy female version of himself. He groaned at the name of the Kid's Cove but he could appreciate that they were keeping the pirate theme after all this time, as the vixen featured a hook hand. He flipped through some more files and found blueprints for a layout of an unfamiliar establishment, which seemed to be much larger than the current restaurant. There were four "party rooms" and an enormous dining area. It had to have been twice as large as the one in this restaurant. He spotted the Kid's Cove room below the dining area. At least they got one thing right. His replacement would be separated from the band.

There was no date on this folder. It looked as though whoever worked on this didn't have an actual date planned for any of this. For all he knew, this project might come into fruition a decade from then.

On the page after, there were sketches of him and the others, except plastic and very…"family-friendly". The characters all had eyelashes and appeared to be wearing lots of make-up and paint. Freddy was even more round but looked much jollier and friendlier, generally much less intimidating. Bonnie was a light blue and had large green eyes and make-up all over his face. He looked like some kind of knock-off Easter bunny. Chica had a much curvier body and a bib that read "LET'S PARTY!" And as for his redesign, she was white and had pink make-up on, along with lipstick and a large tail. The body shape was much like Chica's. If they got one other thing right about his replacement, it was the good looks.

He also noticed that these new models were labeled as "Toy" models in the folder. He could see why. These new robots, in his eyes, looked like cheap action figures.

He walked up to the Puppet's box. "I hope yer not afflicted with this same curse of life as the rest of us are. It's a damn curse. Doomed to rot away in a restaurant full of incompetent and blind morons, singing lullabies till we're long forgotten and replaced by this ridiculous new fancy technology...god, I cannot wait fer the day I die."

He walked out of the room and threw the file behind him, letting the files flutter around, deciding Freddy and the others didn't deserve to know what was coming. He turned the lock on the door and shut it behind him, leaving the door locked from the inside. He couldn't pass up a reason to piss Bonnie off, but he also knew that the others would feel destroyed if they learned they were going to be replaced. He didn't want to spend his final days with three paranoid, mentally unstable robots that all hated him.

Bonnie paced around the office, digging for more newspapers or documents. Anything that could provide information to him about these murders. Chica stood behind him, endlessly worrying that an employee would inspect the restaurant and notice that everything had been moved.

"Maybe this ain't such a good idea…" Chica began.

"Well, we need to find out more about this Puppet guy, don't we?" Bonnie threw some garbage over his shoulders. "And I'm a tad curious about the murders."

"I don't think there's much more to learn," said Chica. "We don't even have proof that the Puppet was bein' honest about that man in purple being the killer. I mean, how would he know? He just got here!"

Bonnie looked over at her. "Chica, we have less than a week to live. Do you want to spend them with your back turned to this place's past or do you want to finally face it? I know which one I'm going with."

Chica looked at the ground and thought it over.

"And let me tell you something, it's like that day those children were killed, my soul split," said Bonnie. "It's like sometimes I don't even have control over the things I do or what I think, and I know it's got somethin' to do with them kids. Like there's some kind of...distant...rage controlling part of me."

The chicken looked at him. "I felt the same way…I don't know how to shake that feeling off. But it's been there since the murders."

"Closure, that's what we need. Before they shut us off for good, we need to know why we're here. Hell, we're robots, you ever wonder why we're this smart?" Bonnie asked.

"Never questioned it," said Chica, who had joined in on the hunt for newspapers. "Hey Bonnie, check this out."

Five children have gone missing at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!

Around 8:00 PM on November 12th, a group of parents noticed that their children had gone missing inside popular family restaurant, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Security footage shows what appears to be a man wearing a yellow bunny costume inside of the building, minutes before the event occurred. The police believe one of the employees may have used the costume to lure children away from their parents. Theodore Fazz, restaurant manager, insists that he is not aware of any such costume. Investigators are currently looking into Fazbear Entertainment's safety regulations and employee criminal records.

"Yellow bunny costume?" asked Bonnie, confused. "We don't have one of those."

"Yeah," said Chica. "That's really weird. So you think the Puppet was telling the truth?"

"I don't know," said Bonnie. "But why would he lie about it? The guy seemed pretty shady, too, getting up in Freddy's face like that. He's lucky he didn't get his neck broken."

"Yeah…" said Chica. "Freddy can be pretty unpredictable. I don't think we should tell him about this stuff."

Bonnie nodded. "I don't know what he would do. He's not very trusting."

Chica finally got back up from the table and looked at her friend. "There's nothing else, I think we're done here."

The two walked down the hallway to the sight of Foxy walking outside of the backstage room.

"Hey, what were you doing in there?!" Bonnie yelled. "We told you what we were doing ain't none of your business!"

"Just doin' a bit of research myself, rabbit," Foxy said, walking straight over to the Pirate's Cove.

Bonnie ran over to the backstage door and tried to twist the knob, but it didn't work. "You locked the door?" he yelled angrily at the fox. "What the matter with you?!"

"Some things yer better off not knowin'. Now I recommend ye get away from there, ye might not like what's inside," Foxy said.

"That a threat?" Bonnie asked, staring down the pirate.

"It ain't unless you make it one," he said, twisting his hook hand menacingly. "The fact that there's something in there that yer so bent on protectin' shows me that yer hiding something. And knowin' you two bozos, it's probably somethin' dangerous that you don't know nothin' about."

Bonnie began to bang on the door. "Get out of here, Foxy!" he yelled.

Foxy laughed and disappeared behind the curtains of the Cove.

"Don't worry too much about it, Bonnie, the Puppet can let us in," said Chica.

"Then Foxy will know there's something in there and he'll find a way to mess that up, too!" said Bonnie. "That fox, man, I'm goin' to kill him before we get shut off. I'll mess him up. I can't stand him anymore. What do I got to lose anyway?"

"Don't talk like that," said Chica. "You know you don't mean that, no matter how much you think you hate him."

"I do mean it. I hate that fox. I shoulda killed him when Mr. Fazz couldn't. Shoulda found a way to get him to the police myself. That woulda been good, sweet revenge for Oswald," said Bonnie.

"Bonnie, you're freaking me out," said Chica, backing up.

"You haven't seen nothin' yet," hissed Bonnie, looking at Chica.

Freddy stepped out of the kitchen. "What's all this ruckus?"

Chica ran up to him and stuttered, "B-Bonnie's going to kill Foxy! He said so!"

"Good. Let him have at it," said Freddy unemotionally. "Besides, you know he won't really go through with it anyway. He talks big game but you know he'll get cold feet before he actually does it."

"B-but he's really upset!" said Chica. "I don't know if this is like the other times, Freddy!"

Freddy's head slowly turned to look at her. "Since when do you really care about what happens to Foxy?"

Chica quit stuttering and looked upset. "It's not Foxy I'm worried about, it's my friend! I don't want Bonnie to lose it before we get scrapped."

"Mm. Alright, so what did that damn pirate do this time anyhow?" asked Freddy.

"We're locked out of the backstage room. He locked it from the inside," said Chica.

"So go bust it down! You and him should easily be able to knock that door down. Don't make me do it myself," said Freddy. "I'm already angry. The kitchen vent covers are unscrewed and someone's been stashing stuff inside of the shaft."

"Well, that's weird," said Chica. "Okay, I'll get Bonnie to help me bust the door when he calms down. Thank you Freddy."

"Yeah, no problem. I always know what to do," Freddy said, heading back inside the kitchen.

"I understand," said Chica.

The time is coming… I felt an evil presence within the establishment earlier today. Where my friends are, I don't know, but I remain confident that they will free me once they feel my presence, too...

If it comes back like it said it would, then revenge shall be had and I shall be free. The evil may resist, but it shall die like me.