Not a single soul came to visit Freddy Fazbear's Pizza all day. A few workers came in, but left immediately upon seeing that the animatronics weren't in place, probably working under the assumption that the place had been shut down early. For the first time ever, the main band had slept through the daytime in places other than their positions on stage.

November 17th, 1993 - 12:05 AM
Bonnie and Chica sat down on some foldable chairs backstage.

"I honestly figured Freddy woulda attacked by now," said Bonnie. "Think we should do something ourselves?"

"Maybe they won't attack," said Chica. "I don't think I can bring myself to hurt them, Bonnie, I think you'd have to do it on your own."

"Come on, Chica!" said Bonnie pleadingly. "I don't think I can do this without your help."

"Don't you think we should all be spending our last days together rather than fighting with each other?" asked Chica. "After whatever it was we went through last night, we should be together, not...like this."

"We've gone over this. I ain't letting Freddy control me anymore and you know we've gotta get Foxy," said Bonnie. "They're a couple of bullies and I'm gonna have to put a stop to it."

Chica sighed and nervously waited on her chair, hoping that the restaurant would remain this static for its remaining time.

Foxy was busy carving some sort of drawing into the wooden wall of his cove. It covered a large portion of the wall. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to draw some of it and lay flat on his belly for other parts. After adding the finishing touches, he took a step back to observe his masterpiece: a map of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He was going to plot his points of attack. He owned the west hallway now so he could use the vent in the supply closet to sneak up on Bonnie if need be, but he had different plans for Freddy.

The inside of the Pirate Cove was barren and empty. It used to be large and had sand all over it and props such as fake treasure chests, golden coins, and swords, but after the Bite of '87, the props were shipped off to Fazbear Storage.

Foxy had all kinds of activities he used to do to pass the time. Often during the day, when the band was performing on stage, he would host his own little show inside the Cove with a pretend audience. Sometimes out of boredom, sometimes as a complete glitch in his coding.

His floor and walls were covered with thick splinters from the years he had spent picking at them. Every now and then, he would pull entire planks off of his stage, which he had piled in the corner in case he ever needed them for a new project. The pirate had been working on digging a hole to the outside world for years now, and he had made a sizeable dent in it. But no matter how much he digged, there was always more. He sometimes wondered if they made it thick for this exact reason, to stop them from escaping.

Foxy also liked to draw little things on the wall, often relating to his old performances. One drawing on the wall was of him with the other animatronics, singing together. He had made it years ago, after the Bite, trying to keep his good memories alive. Another one of his drawings was of a little boy with the crossed out word "SORRY" scrawled down underneath it. He never finished the boy's head.

The pirate had set up a barricade around his cove's entrance using the planks. It wouldn't work very well, but if someone tried to get past it it would definitely get his attention if he were distracted. He poked his heads through the curtains to look at the dining area. None of his enemies were anywhere to be seen. Foxy groaned. He would have to do all the work himself.

He walked outside into the battlefield and yelled, "Come at me!" in the loudest voice he could muster, to which only silence answered him. Still, nobody had come out.

Suddenly, just as Foxy was thinking of calling it quits, the lights all around him went out. The fox had a feeling he knew what was coming. He jumped when he heard Freddy's favorite tune, Toreador March, start up.

"Hidin' in the dark, eh?" said Foxy. "Don't be a coward, Fazbear."

"A coward?" came the bear's ominous voice. "That's rich, coming from the one who paralyzed a child for trying to give him a hug."

"Do you really believe that I wanted to hurt that child?" asked Foxy, his accent no longer coming through. "Go to hell, Freddy. You don't know what happened."

"Then what happened?" asked Freddy. "What happened, Foxy, huh? Tell me. Tell me now!"

"I-I blacked out," Foxy stuttered. "He wrapped his arms around me and I just- I blacked out. I never meant to hurt him!"

"I felt weird that day, too, but I didn't bite any children," said Freddy. "You hurt everybody that loved you, Foxy!"

The bear's face lit up, and he swung his arm into Foxy's face from the darkness. Freddy got on his knees and pinned the pirate to the ground, grabbing ahold of the fox's head with one hand and trapping his hook with the other.

"Freddy, don't do this." said Foxy. "I'm sorry. For Oswald, for the restaurant, for everything!"

Freddy shook his head. "No, no you're not. If you were, it wouldn't have taken you 6 years to say it!" he roared.

The bear slowly scratched Foxy's eye with the pirate's own hook. Foxy yelped with pain, trying to kick the bear off of him. Freddy maneuvered the hook all the way around the fox's eyeball and left it there, rendering his hook useless. He then tore the fabric off of the fox's left ear and reached inside of his head with his other arm, trying to pull apart the endoskeleton skull from the inside. Foxy roared in pain as Freddy's fingers began tugging forcefully at the wires inside.

While he was underneath the bear, Foxy could only think of one thing to do. He'd have to take his own eye out to regain use of his hook. From there on the fight would be easy. One good slash with the hook and Freddy would be off of him. But the bear could kill him at any second so Foxy knew he had to act fast. With very little mental preparation and a huge amount of effort, he tore his eye right out of its socket and let it roll across the floor.

As Freddy watched the eyeball roll across the floor, Foxy took the opportunity to slash Freddy deeply across the face, leaving a large gash over his eye. The bear roared with pain and stumbled backwards onto the ground. Foxy took the opportunity to run away back to his cove and dive behind his barricade. Freddy crawled back to the Safe Room with his hand over his eye.

"T-that son of a bitch! He got me!" Freddy said to the golden suit across the room. "I had him, and he got me anyway! That completely b-backfired!"

The bear's eye had been scratched so badly that he could no longer see with it. He sat in agony, trying unsuccessfully to ease the pain by rubbing his eye.

"I need a b-better strategy next time. I can't wait for him to die," said Freddy. "He's too stubborn for that...if nothing else, at least he's in pain..."

He sat in silence, savoring the thought of Foxy having to rip his own eye out to gain an advantage over Freddy. He began to laugh a bit.

Then Bonnie burst in.

Chica listened in horror at the sounds of screaming and yelling from the dining area. "We need to go out there and break them up," she said to Bonnie.

The purple bunny sighed. "The only reason I'd do that is so I can get the pleasure of killing Foxy myself."

"You don't mean that!" said Chica.

"Yes, I do," said Bonnie. "Wait, you hear that? They stopped screaming. Is the fight over?!"

Bonnie opened the door a crack and saw Freddy crawling away to the restrooms and Foxy running back to the Cove.

"Look at Freddy! Now's our chance!" said Bonnie. "He's literally crawling!"

Bonnie ran a few feet from the door, then stopped and looked back to find Chica lingering at the doorway. "What are you waiting for?"

"I-I don't think I can do it," said Chica. "Freddy was my friend before all this."

"No, he was your leader," said Bonnie, disappointed. "Fine, you stay here. Lock the doors."

Chica nodded as Bonnie ran off to the restrooms and burst through the Safe Room door.

"Freddy!" he yelled at the bear, who was giggling about something. Freddy's back was turned to the rabbit, however. "Look at me!" Bonnie roared.

Freddy turned around slowly, revealing his eye to the rabbit. There was a large, white gash that tore through the fabric around Freddy's eyehole and straight through the iris of his eye.

"Holy shit…" whispered Bonnie.

"K-kicking a man while he's down, now?" Freddy stuttered. "Come, then. Kill me!"

Bonnie mentally gulped, and walked to the other side of the room near the golden suit, and picked up William Afton's springlock crank. The rabbit raised the crank over Freddy's head, but before he could swing, his arm locked itself in place and he couldn't move it.

Freddy looked up at the bunny. "You c-can't do it, can you?"

The rabbit couldn't force his arm down. "I can't…" he whispered.

"B-Bonnie," said Freddy. "If you don't kill me here...and now...you're going to regret it…"

Bonnie looked down at the bear, who was on his knees. "You're going to die tomorrow, no matter what I do here."

Freddy made some kind of weird coughing sound, like he was trying to hack something out of his voice box. "You'll regret this..." he said with a smile. The bear then fell backwards to the floor, unconscious. At that moment, Chica burst through the door.

She looked back and forth between Freddy and Bonnie, and saw the crank in the rabbit's hands.

"You killed him?!" she wailed.

"No! He's just unconscious!" said Bonnie. "Calm down!"

Chica rushed to Freddy's side. "Please wake up, please wake up-"

"I'm tellin' you, he's just unconscious!" said Bonnie. "Why won't you believe me?"

Chica looked up at him. For the first time ever, Bonnie saw real anger in her eyes.

"Face it, you've always had anger issues!" she yelled at him.

"What?" said Bonnie. "Do you really think that?"

"Get out," she said. "Get out, Bonnie!"

The chicken scooped Freddy into her arms. Bonnie glared at Freddy's unconscious form and walked out.

"She hates you," came Foxy's voice from his cove. "They all do, now…"

"They hate you, too," said Bonnie. "And so do I, so you better stop talking, Foxy."

"Truth is, you are a traitor," said Foxy. "Not just to them, but to me, too...you remember when we were friends, Bonnie?"

Bonnie stood still. "Yeah…"

"You all...you abandoned me after the Bite," said Foxy. "I wish Fazz had taken me to the police, I'd rather be dead than here with you all. You just...never...listened."

There was a moment of silence before Bonnie spoke. "Your story would be sad if it wasn't you telling it."

"And here you are, listenin' to it," said Foxy. "You're like me now, Bonnie, you'll be spending your final days with nobody. The cherry on top would be if you and the bird killed each other over it."

The bunny stormed over backstage and began to plan his next move on the pirate that had ruined their lives, and the name of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Later, in the safe room, Chica sat on the floor with Freddy's head resting on her lap, still glaring at the hole in the wall that Bonnie had just exited through. Suddenly the bear's eyes flickered with life as he looked up at her. "Oh thank god, I thought you were dead!" she said with a sigh of relief.

"C-Chica?" he said quietly. "Why are you here…?"

"Because we're friends," said Chica. "You need to call off the fight, Freddy, or you're all just going to end up killing each other."

"No...I can't do that," whispered Freddy. "They all hate me."

"Yes, you can! You need to get out there and...well, apologize to them," said Chica.

"Apologize to them?" said Freddy. "Why would I ever do that? Bonnie betrayed me, and apologizing to Foxy is just out of the question."

"Freddy, we're going to die tomorrow," said Chica. "We can die together, as friends, or you can all go down hating each other."

"They don't deserve an apology, nor do you for that matter," said Freddy. "You betrayed me, too."

"I'm sorry you feel that way, I really do," said Chica. "But I wasn't trying to betray you. I just can't trust Bonnie on his own, which he just proved."

"Oh, you think the rabbit knocked me out?" said Freddy. He looked up at Chica and realized his opportunity. "He did, the bastard. Snuck up on me after my little scuffle with the fox and knocked me over the head. I thought I was a goner for sure."

"T-that's horrible, how could he?" whispered Chica with a shudder.

"He's a danger to us all," said Freddy. "You saw what he did to me. He'll do the same to Foxy and then you. You need to get out of here."

Chica gulped. "B-but he was my friend, he wouldn't-"

Freddy looked her in the eye. "He would, and you know it. You can't trust him. Now, go! He could come for you at any second!"

Chica ran to the hole in the wall and looked back at Freddy. "I'm sorry-"

"GO!" Freddy yelled.

Chica ran away from the safe room, through the kitchen, and crawled inside of the vent to the supply stash that she hid inside days before. She blocked the sides of the vents with the metal parts and costume pieces and clenched the crowbar in her hands. This was where she was planning to hide when management would come the day after.