November 14th, 1993 - 11:20 PM
Chica's eyelids slowly lifted. It was strange, it wasn't her internal clock that had woken her up. It took her a moment before she realized that it wasn't even midnight yet. The other animatronics were asleep. She had never been awake at this hour before. Chica wiggled her fingers and then realized that, not only was she awake before midnight, but she could move as well.
She felt a cold aura in the building, like something was there that shouldn't have been. The temperature was a bit below freezing.
A faint whisper reached her ears. "Follow me," it said.
"Hello?" she spoke into the darkness.
It took her a minute to see the large, purple bear in front of her. It blended in with the dark quite well, despite her excellent night vision. She looked to her right, only to find her two friends were still at her side, asleep. The backstage door was closed and the curtains to the Pirate Cove were pulled shut, so it was clear that the others were still asleep.
"Who are you?" asked Chica.
The purple bear didn't respond. It simply repeated "follow me" and turned to walk her around the restaurant. Chica hesitated, but her curiosity got the better of her.
First, it took her past the Pirate Cove down the building's west hallway, then it took her through the office. The fan in the office wasn't on like it usually was, and the dim light that was usually on in this room was inexplicably off. She also noticed that all of the clocks in the building were stuck at 11:20 PM.
She followed the shadow past the kitchen down to the restrooms area, where she saw something strange. The wall at the end of the restroom corridor, to the left of the women's restroom, was just gone. It looked as though it had been pushed to the side. Then it hit her: this must be the safe room that the Puppet was talking about.
The shadow Freddy continued through the hole and beckoned her to follow him. She took a step forward, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to step inside. Her servos froze and she physically couldn't force herself to walk inside the room. The Puppet was right. This room might as well have been invisible to her. Her body was treating it as though there was still a wall here.
Crack!
Chica fell to her knees and felt her jaw split open. The lower half of her beak hung from her face. Something flipped her body over and dragged her into the room by the bib. She couldn't say a word.
The room was windowless and there were no other exits to be seen. On the side there were three out-of-order arcade machines that looked to be from the late 70's. There were old posters and newspapers pinned to the walls. They all seemed to be related to the missing children, written all the way back in 1987. Pictures of the children were in the papers. Something about the pictures seemed to be working at something deep inside of her memory, although she couldn't quite put her finger on what.
Below the newspapers there were rows of old costume heads and suit parts. Among these costumes was a yellow rabbit suit, like Bonnie except clearly older and dirtier. It was stained with blood. Something about it made her...very, very afraid.
The thing was dragging her set her down on the other side of the room, facing the costume. Frightened, she tried to turn her head but couldn't move it at all. In the corner of her eye she saw a man walking out of the room with some kind of familiar yet unidentifiable tool in his hand. With great effort he moved the fake wall back in place, but it made a horribly loud sound like nails on a chalkboard. She listened to him run away.
November 15th, 1993 - 12:00 AM
Bonnie woke up and immediately noticed that Chica wasn't with him and Freddy on stage. He stepped off the stage and walked over to the kitchen, peering inside. Nothing. "The hell? Chica?" he said out loud. He looked around and saw no sign of her. "Chica!" he yelled throughout the establishment. Still no response.
Freddy awoke on time and walked over to Bonnie and said, "What's the meaning of all this noise?"
"Chica wasn't on stage when I woke up," said Bonnie. "What if management took her? And they're dismantling her right now?!"
"Calm down. We have another few days," said Freddy. "Besides...no point in trying to stop the inevitable, even if that were the case."
"Come on, man, this is our friend! We have to find her!" said Bonnie, surprised at Freddy's simple acceptance of the situation.
The bear looked his friend in the eye and sighed. "Okay…" he said. "Let's go make sure Foxy hasn't taken a bite out of her."
The two walked over together to the Pirate Cove. Freddy was about to pull open the curtains before Foxy stuck his head out and snarled at them.
"What the hell did you do to Chica?!" yelled Bonnie.
"I don't have her. Chick probably got her beak stuck in the microwave or somethin'. Bugger off," said Foxy.
"She's missing, Foxy," said Freddy angrily. "We've just come to make sure you haven't paralyed her."
"Oh, that's rich. Right then, boys, you can deal with this problem yourselves," said Foxy, pulling the curtains closed.
"Foxy ain't got the guts to do something like that anyway," said Bonnie. "Let's check with the Puppet."
The two walked backstage. "Hello?" said Freddy.
The Puppet lifted his head out of his box and looked at the two of them. "What?"
"Do you happen to know where our friend Chica is?" asked Freddy.
"What, she's missing?" asked the Puppet.
"Yeah," said Bonnie. "I woke up and she wasn't there with me. But none of us can move before 12 AM, so I'm thinking something must've taken her."
The Puppet gasped and flung himself out of his box. "William!" he hissed. "He must be here!"
"Who?" said Freddy as the Puppet slid over to the restrooms.
"The killer! He's here, right now, in the safe room. If your friend's still alive, she won't be able to move," said the Puppet. "She's frozen. He might still be here!"
"Where's the safe room?" asked Bonnie, feeling the walls.
"Over here," said the Puppet, standing in front of the wall at the far north end of the small passageway.
Freddy went over to the wall and knocked on it. The sound echoed. It really was hollow. "Chica?" he said, to no response. "If she is in there, then she really is paralyzed."
The three of them were startled when they heard the familiar sound of a large metal security door slamming into the ground. "He's in the office, isn't he?" asked Bonnie.
"Come on, let's go!" said the Puppet.
Freddy and Bonnie ran down the same hallway and got the door slammed in their face.
"Not like that, you guys," said the Puppet. "Use some strategy! We take the different hallways. We use the vents. Now, go!" said the Puppet.
"It's been a while, give us a break," said Freddy, backing away into the shadows.
"Don't forget, you two, that guy has access to all the cameras in the building. So be smart," said the Puppet, before sliding away into the kitchen.
Bonnie gulped and headed backstage. The camera flicked on when he walked in and he froze. He could tell the purple man was watching him because of the red blinking light on the camera. When the light quit blinking, he decided to try something he had never tried before. He got down on his knees and started sneaking through the vent. He crawled through to the supply closet, and stepped out. The man hadn't found him yet, apparently.
The rabbit stepped out of the office quietly and inched closer and closer to the office until he could see the man in his room. He was dressed up in purple, as expected, and he had sweat all over his shirt. The rabbit was finally able to get a good look at the man's face in the office's light.
The killer had long, curly, and very messy hair. He wore dirty jeans and had plastic gloves on. He had thin, half-circle eyebrows. While Bonnie was busy observing the killer, the man gasped as he caught a glimpse of the animatronic and slammed the door in his face. Bonnie walked over and knocked on the door, trying to keep his attention. The man turned on the hallway light and jumped when he saw the rabbit's shadow looming over the window.
Bonnie crept back down the hallway and noticed Freddy had moved. He looked down the hallway and saw Freddy's shadow moving slowly down the hallway. The bunny never figured out how he did it, but Freddy had a way of blending into the dark while the others stuck out like sore thumbs much of the time.
He moved up to the restrooms and leaned on the fake wall, trying to think of something to say.
"Hey Chica, it's me," he said.
No response.
"I don't know if you can hear me, but...I want you to know that we know who did this to you," said Bonnie. "It's the purple man. We're going to stop him, then we're going to get you out of there."
He lingered there for a moment, trying to find the words to say. He couldn't think of anything.
"I'm sorry, Chica," he said before heading away.
In the kitchen, the Puppet stood still, patiently waiting for a chance to finally speak to his lifelong nemesis. The camera light began blinking, signalling the Puppet to finally begin his speech.
"Hello, William. It's me," the Puppet said. "I know who you are, and I know what you did to those children…"
The light kept blinking. William was listening.
"I don't know what I am or who I am," the Puppet continued. "I feel like I'm a person but I know that I'm...a doll. But I know everything about you, Afton."
Bonnie walked up behind the Puppet quietly, listening to his speech. The marionette's voice had an unsettling way of filling the room, yet his words also came out like whispers. Bonnie listened curiously.
"You're going to die tonight," the Puppet said solemnly. "We've found the Safe Room. We know she's in there."
The Puppet paused for a second and sucked in a heavy breath. Bonnie watched curiously, wondering why the Puppet was breathing when it didn't have a real mouth.
"I want to believe in something," said the Puppet. "I want to believe that there's a reason why we're all like this. It's not really artificial intelligence behind all of this, is it?"
Bonnie listened carefully.
"It's real intelligence...I know it is," said the Puppet. He paused for a moment. "Tonight, I will personally see to it that your fate is the same as ours. I suggest you start running, William…"
The Puppet turned around and Bonnie quickly moved out of the way. Bonnie watched as the slender figure moved from the room and spotted him. "What've you been doing?"
Bonnie scrambled to come up with an excuse. "Oh, I- uh, I was just thinking up a new strategy, like you said."
"Right…" the Puppet said. "What's Freddy doing?"
The two looked back down the hallway and saw Freddy hiding in the hallway corner, staring straight up at the camera. He seemed very angry.
Then, out of nowhere, all three of them heard something scuttle down the other hallway and something bang forcefully on the metal security door. The fox then ran back down the hallway.
"He must only have a few more minutes worth of power left," said Foxy. "Moron's had the doors shut almost this whole time. Yer close."
"Foxy?!" said Bonnie. "I thought you weren't going to help!"
Foxy didn't respond, instead slowly walking back into his cove. He usually never helped the animatronics with anything. This was a pleasant surprise to the others.
"Now," said the Puppet. "We have to make sure that no matter which way he goes, he runs into one of us."
Bonnie nodded and peeked down the hallway to look at Freddy. "Stay where you are, Freddy! He doesn't have much time left!"
The bear looked back and nodded, turning to face the door. Bonnie took the other hallway but before he reached the doorway, he heard the familiar sound of the power in the building finally giving out and the office light and its fan shutting off.
William, upon realizing his situation, scrambled out of his chair and started running down the other hallway, almost running straight into Bonnie. The rabbit took a step forward and tried to grab him with a snarl, but William was one step ahead of him, thrashing him in the face with some kind of tool. The feeling of it hitting him felt almost...familiar.
The killer took a step back into the supply closet and locked himself inside. The Puppet finally caught up to Bonnie and found him on his knees outside of the closet door.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Bonnie rubbed his forehead slowly, and looked lost.
"Bonnie?" asked the Puppet, reaching his hand out to him.
The rabbit didn't move. "I just...remembered somebody close…" he whispered.
November 12th, 1987
I watched the man pick Charlie up and smash her onto that rusty worktable. It seemed like he wasn't able to control himself, like he was just acting on some kind of violent impulse. My heart dropped as the man began smashing her, over and over again, with that crank in his hand. Her jaw...it split. Her face was...transformed by the beating. Completely destroyed. She was still alive...until that final thrashing. Her body put up a fight...but the trauma was just too much. I tried to stop him, but he was too strong. He cracked me with the crank. I blacked out for a moment before looking up to see him throw Charlie off the table, and then he turned to me, and he-
"How do you feel?" asked the Puppet, looking at his friend with worry.
"I just...saw something," said Bonnie. "I don't know what it was...but I am going to kill him for it."
They heard the slow screeching sound of the false restroom wall being moved and then put back in place. The rabbit stood up and marched over to the restroom door, with the Puppet following close behind.
"Bonnie-" said the Puppet.
The rabbit breathed heavily, then burst through the door. The Puppet looked at him in shock before realizing that it wasn't really Bonnie. It was him, the one who died so many years ago. The Puppet also floated inside, as he had no programming to hold him back in the first place.
William stood, backed up against the worktable. "Y-you can't-" he managed to stutter.
"Oh, I can," Bonnie said menacingly.
Freddy and Foxy ran up, stopping at the safe room's entrance.
"Oh, god! Please, lord, help me!" screamed Afton.
The man's voice seemed to jog something in the other two's memories. Slowly, they stepped inside and looked at the man.
"I know you," croaked Foxy. "You were there...and then after the Bite…"
William continued to pray on the spot, backing underneath the table and over to the golden rabbit suit in the middle of the room.
"Nobody's listening, Afton," whispered the Puppet. "Just like nobody listened to them."
Foxy raised his hook menacingly while Bonnie and Freddy blocked the exit around the table. The Puppet took a step toward the child murderer, and the man took a step back. Another step forward, another step back. The man ran across the room around the table, away from the Puppet. The man threw his tool at the Puppet but it bounced off of him. He looked around for some kind of escape, before finally, his eyes settled on the one thing in the room that had never failed him before.
The man stepped back and quickly descended into the Spring-Bonnie costume, then put the mask on. He stood up and looked around at the animatronics.
The man heaved a great sigh. "Please…I've already lost everything." He outstretched his arms. "Please-"
The man stopped abruptly. The animatronics looked down and saw some blood spurt out from a fresh tear in the suit, with the sound of a spring popping. The man looked down at his wound and reached to feel it. The Puppet stopped in place and watched the bloodshed. Another one of the springs popped and William gasped.
Suddenly, all the springs and metal pieces in the suit crushed him at the same time, and he fell to his knees. Warm, sticky blood pooled underneath the suit while his blood spattered the walls. He looked up at the Puppet.
"You…" he whispered. "Percy…"
"It's over," the Puppet whispered to the dying man.
William adjusted to a sitting position, shaking wildly, facing the monsters he had created. After a moment, he suddenly stopped shaking, his legs falling limp on the floor.
"He's dead," said the Puppet. "It's finally over."
The marionette looked up at his friends. Foxy stood by the door while Bonnie was kneeling besides Chica, trying to wake her up. Freddy, on the other hand, was looking at something slumped over in the darkness.
"What do you see, Freddy?" asked the Puppet.
"There's a costume over here," said Freddy.
The Puppet walked over and stood besides Freddy. Sure enough, there was another golden suit slumped over in the darkness. It was empty.
"Interesting," said the Puppet. "So we're all together again."
"It's strange," said Freddy. "It feels like...family."
The Puppet nodded. "In a way...I think he is."
"Guys!" said Bonnie suddenly. "Chica's alive!"
The bird's eyes fluttered open and she accepted Bonnie's hand to pick her up.
"I-I couldn't move," she whispered.
She turned to look at the bloodstained rabbit slumped over against the wall.
"Is that…?" she said slowly.
"Yeah," said Bonnie. "If that guy had just stayed away for another week, he'd still be alive."
"Well, I'm glad he came back," said Freddy. "Just so we could end this nightmare."
There was a moment of silence where all the animatronics stood there, looking at William.
"We should get back," said Bonnie. "Thanks for your help, everyone."
As the Puppet turned to walk out of the room with the band, Foxy stopped him and asked, "Wha' was all of that? Those visions? I know ye know what I'm talkin' about."
"Some things you're better off not knowing," said the Puppet. "Have a good night, Foxy."
"Yeah…" Foxy seemed to understand what the Puppet meant.
"Oh, Foxy?" said Chica. "Thank you for helping. You saved my life…"
"Only for ye to die in a couple of days," the fox muttered.
The chicken walked off with her feelings hurt. Foxy couldn't help but feel a little bad. Chica's jaw was hurt so bad that there was a complete split in her head, exposing her endoskeleton skull. He couldn't help but be a little bit concerned. Between all the animatronics, Chica was the only one who never went out of her way to be rude to him. But he could never forgive them for shunning him from their group. Not ever.
The band took their positions on stage while Foxy crept back behind the curtains of his cove. The feeling they felt earlier that day, seeing the safe room, faded away. And just like that, they were robots once more.
"It's really good to have you back, Chica," said Bonnie.
Chica smiled at her friend. "Thanks."
The animatronics, tired from the action that day, all shut off for the night.
November 15th, 1993 - 6:45 AM
A truck parked outside the restaurant and two men walked through the floor. One of them was a very tall, middle-aged man, while his partner was a short older man wearing a cap on his head.
"Fuck, I hate this place," said the tall man. "What is that smell?"
The older man shrugged. "Alright, I think we need to grab the skeleton and the costumes, and that should be it for us."
The two men walked into the backroom.
"What happened to all the costume heads?" the tall man asked. "Did they already call some other team in here?"
"Why would they leave the skeleton behind?" the old fellow said. "You take the head, I'll grab its feet."
The two men picked up the endoskeleton by both of its ends and carried it slowly out of the building to their truck. The tall man wiped his hands on his shorts.
"Man, those things are heavy," he said.
""All we need now are the costume parts," said the old man. "Can you wrap things up? I'm gonna go take a leak."
"No problem," the tall man replied.
The two walked into the restaurant together, and the old man went to the restrooms. Something caught his eye, though.
"Holy crap! David!" the old man yelled.
The tall man ran down to the restrooms.
"In here!" the old man said, clutching his chest.
"What the fuck is that?!" yelled David.
"Whatever the hell it is, we gotta get this thing out of here before the inspectors arrive!" said the old man. "I'll start up the truck, we can haul it down over to the storage place!"
He ran out of the building and came right back in after half a minute. "Alright, let's haul ass!"
The two employees lifted William Afton out of the safe room and took him out to the parking lot. The suit dripped with fresh blood over the lot before the two workers threw him into the back of their truck and drove off.
November 16th, 1993 - 12:05 AM
"Good riddance," said Freddy, standing in the safe room, looking at the pool of blood that Afton had been left in last night.
"How much do you wanna bet they just left him in some dumpster somewhere?" said Bonnie with a smirk. "I'm glad he's gone."
"I just hope he's gone for good," said Chica.
The Puppet seemed uncomfortable in the room, as though he was worried about something.
"What's the matter?" Bonnie asked the marionette.
"Nothing…" the Puppet replied. "Just thinking, is all."
The four of them returned to the dining area of the restaurant and stood around a table.
"So...are we ever going to talk about it?" said the Puppet.
"What?" asked Freddy.
"You all only have until Saturday to live," said the Puppet. "Today is Thursday."
"Don't remind me…" said Bonnie. "I haven't even gotten to do anything fun this week. 'Cause heaven forbid anything happens to this place."
"Excuse me?" said Freddy. "Was that a jab?"
"I'm just sayin', man, what's the point of protecting this dump?" said Bonnie.
"My restaurant is not a dump," said Freddy. "This place has been our home our whole lives. Have some respect."
"Man, for all I care, they can demolish the place after we shut us off," said Bonnie.
"Don't say that," said Freddy. "The only reason it's like this is because of Afton and Foxy."
"Oh, fer fuck's sake," said Foxy, from the corner of the room. "Would ye just drop it already?"
"No, you know what?" said Bonnie. "Freddy's right. You did this to us."
"I've told ye," said Foxy. "I never meant to hurt the kid."
"Well, you did," said Bonnie, turning around to face the fox. "Maybe we could've recovered from Afton. But we never recovered from you."
"Shut up," snarled Foxy, raising his hook. "I can hurt ye really bad, Bonnie, and it ain't like I got much to lose."
Bonnie took a step forward and raised his fists. "We just took care of the Afton problem, now I'm gonna take care of you."
"Try me," growled the pirate.
"Stop it, you two," said the Puppet. "This is childish."
"No!" said Bonnie, keeping his eyes on the fox. "Do you have any idea what this guy did to our lives?"
Chica quietly stood away from the action, keeping her eyes on the two of them in case she needed to intervene as well. She always tried her hardest to stay out of their fights. Freddy, on the other hand, watched with some sort of sadistic interest.
Bonnie hit the pirate square in the chest. The old fox released some sort of strange cough and almost fell down, but caught himself by taking a step back. His suit had already been torn for years at that point due to improper maintenance, and his endoskeleton was exposed, leaving him especially vulnerable to damage.
"Please, stop!" said Chica.
"Yer gonna regret that!" The pirate slashed Bonnie's face with his hook, leaving a large scar down his left cheek on his costume. The hook pierced the rabbit's endoskeleton skull, causing him to shriek in agony and retreat.
The pirate watched as Bonnie blindly stormed back to the other side of the room. Foxy stood, panting, and stepped back into his Cove.
"Well, congratulations, you two. I hope you're proud of yourselves," said the Puppet angrily, sliding away to the Office. "Solving your problems like children. I guess it only makes sense."
Foxy stood atop his stage and looked at the other animatronics. He couldn't believe that, once upon a time, they were his friends.
"Don't you dare step foot around my cove," said Foxy. "It's all I got left. This is mine."
"You can't claim part of my property!" yelled Freddy. "The restaurant's mine, none of it belongs to you!"
"And what are ye gonna do about it?" Foxy asked.
Freddy stood in place, trying to think up a response.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," said the pirate. "If any of ye want to get to the office, take the other hallway."
"Lovely," said Freddy. "Absolutely lovely. Anyone else have anything they want to say to me?"
There was a short moment of silence before Bonnie finally spoke up. "Yeah. I want the backstage."
"What? Are you kidding me?" said Freddy. "After everything we've been through together?"
"Yeah!" said Bonnie. "You've been shoving it in our faces this whole time, and I'm sick of it! You're not our leader, you're no better than we are!"
"Oh, and what?" said Freddy. "I suppose you're going to try and take shots at me, too?"
"Don't test me!" yelled the rabbit. "Don't come near the backstage! C'mon, Chica, let's get outta here."
Chica followed Bonnie and looked back at the bear. "I'm sorry, Freddy, but you know I have to stick with him."
"Get out of my sight. All of you!" yelled Freddy. "Take your rooms, fine. But I don't want to see any of you do so much as poke your heads out!"
"Yeah, well, same goes for you, Freddy," said Bonnie. "I'm not just going to let you have the stage."
"Nonsense, the whole restaurant is my land!" Freddy sputtered. "I can go wherever I want!"
"Nope," said Foxy. "You might find yerself beat down with a crowbar in your sleep if you sleep out on stage."
"Fine! Everybody stay away from the restrooms! I claim those, and Afton's little dungeon!" yelled the bear.
"Fine," said Bonnie.
"You've all had this comin' for a long time," Foxy snarled.
"I can't wait to get my hands on you," growled Freddy. "Bonnie, Chica. Stay out of my way, you understand?"
Chica, who had stayed quiet during the whole conversation, muttered something under her breath.
"You wanna repeat that?" said Freddy, turning on her.
"I'm tired of you acting like you own us," she said.
Freddy stared at her for a few seconds before turning around and storming to the restrooms.
Foxy recoiled into his cove and began sharpening his fake hook on a piece of metal tile he had plucked out of the restrooms years before. He was ready for a fight and had been for a long time. The pirate was confident that he could take them all down, although he didn't truly believe that he was in any real danger. Deep inside, he felt hurt that they were all itching to kill him.
Meanwhile, Bonnie and Chica crammed themselves in the backstage room and looked at what they had at their disposal.
"Ha," said Bonnie, "while Foxy's over in his cove with his nothing, we have a lockable door and an escape vent!"
"I'm worried, Bonnie. I don't want to have to hurt them," said Chica.
"What, not even Foxy?" said Bonnie. "And Freddy, I don't really want to have to fight him, but you know he deserves it, too."
"I just hope it doesn't come down to murder," said Chica.
"They're going to die anyway," said Bonnie. "We all are. Who cares how it happens? Besides, since when do you care about what happens to the fox?"
"You don't mean that! He may have done wrong things in the past, but Foxy deserves peace just as much as the rest of us," said Chica.
"What, do you think Afton deserves peace, too?" asked Bonnie, handing Chica a pizza cutter.
"No..." said Chica slowly.
"Well, Foxy ain't any different," said Bonnie. "The only difference is that his victim is still suffering."
While his former friends plotted against him, Freddy recoiled into the safe room, thinking about all the ways he was going to hurt the others. He was going to take Bonnie and Chica down first for being a couple of traitors. Chica would be easy, just a quick sneak attack would do the trick. Bonnie would get so angry that he'd probably get himself killed fighting. Then, the bear would go after Foxy, and find a way to make his death as slow and painful as possible. He wasn't going to kill the fox, he was going to paralyze him. Just like the pirate did to that kid he bit six years before.
"I wish you were alive right now," said Freddy to the golden bear suit across the room. "My other friends left me."
The suit stared blankly in his general direction with no response.
"Your name is Fredbear, is it?" said Freddy. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Freddy Fazbear."
They finally found me. After all these years, the man returns and he corners himself into the suit he used to kill us six years ago. What an ironic twist of fate. I hope my friends rest peacefully past their second deaths.
My brother has taken to calling me Fredbear. I quite like that name.