Once again, nobody came to visit Freddy Fazbear's Pizza on its semi-final day open. Workers rushed through and grabbed some of the remaining props and decorations from the dining area and Office. Not one of them stopped to question where the animatronics had gone. They tried to access the backstage room but upon realizing that the door was locked, simply shrugged it off and moved on.
November 18th, 1993 - 12 AM
And thus began their final day at Freddy's.
Foxy examined the map he had carved into the wall and began to plan out a route. Freddy was healing over in the Safe Room, Bonnie was set up backstage, and he had no idea where Chica had head off to. He heard them get into some kind of argument when Freddy was knocked out and then he heard Chica run off somewhere a while later, so he assumed she was hiding out her remaining time somewhere. He didn't care about Chica though. She was the least of his worries. Out of all of them she was, without a doubt, the least threatening.
His setup posed a problem to him, though. If he were to ever be attacked in his Cove, he would be cornered. There would be no way for him to escape. He'd be forced to fight. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem, but with Bonnie out for blood and Freddy no doubt looking for revenge, and with the fox being badly wounded, he couldn't help but doubt his physical capabilities. He sighed and did some tampering with the spiked barrier he had set up around the inside of his cove.
Suddenly, he felt a strange presence in the room. He swirled around and swung his hook. "Who be there?!"
"Relax," came the ghostly voice of the Puppet. "It's just me."
"Oh...well, anyone who ain't necessarily out for my blood is welcome into th' cove, I suppose," said Foxy. "What do you want?"
"Call it off," said the Puppet.
"I beg your pardon?" said Foxy.
"You heard me. Call the fight off," said the Puppet. "You're not gaining anything from it."
"This is my one opportunity fer revenge," said Foxy. "I'm not gonna pass up on my last chance to final hand it to 'em, fer everything they've done to me."
"You are the one person here capable of calling off the war and you know it," said the Puppet. "Bonnie and Chica can't stop the bear, and they won't step up themselves. You are the only person here that they all want to hear it from. You need to apologize and stop this mess."
"I already tried to apologize to Freddy," said Foxy, "and look what came of that."
He pointed at the hole in his eye.
"They're not right, I know that," said the Puppet. "But you still have a chance of being their friend if you decide to be the bigger man. You have one last shot...before you die."
The fox snarled. "I died a long time ago."
The Puppet looked him in the eye, then turned away. "I tried." He slid away back to the office, clearly disappointed.
Foxy couldn't help but admit to himself that the Puppet was right. While Foxy still didn't think the situation was fair to him and he did want revenge, the fights were getting out of hand. He knew that the only way to fix things would be by surrendering. That would be the one thing that might bring them all back together.
But he had too much pride to surrender a fight he knew he could win.
Meanwhile, in the backstage, Bonnie plotted against Foxy. He was going to go straight to the Pirate Cove and take his final chance to beat him. He wasn't sure exactly how he was going to do it, but since the pirate was injured, Bonnie figured then would be a better time than ever.
He marched up to the Pirate Cove, pulled the curtains apart, and stepped right into the barricade Foxy set up.
"What the hell?" said Bonnie, whose suit had been caught on the wooden spikes. The rabbit tried to move, but couldn't free himself.
Foxy looked up from his map on the wall when he heard Bonnie's voice. "Oh, this changes things," he said with a smile.
The rabbit looked up at Foxy, who walked around the spikes and stood behind him.
"What are you d-" said Bonnie before Foxy suddenly pushed him straight down onto the spikes.
The rabbit screamed in agony as his costume and endoskeleton was scratched by the spikes, leaving tears all over his body. Bonnie grunted and felt his voice box failing as the spikes began to pierce his endoskeleton abdomen.
Foxy grabbed Bonnie by the ears and tugged him off of the wooden spikes, and then began pulling the bunny towards the office.
"N-no! Let me go!" Bonnie begged. His voice came out in faltering whispers.
Foxy slammed Bonnie against the wall. "You only attacked me and Freddy when we were already injured. You're a coward!"
"What are you going to d-do to me?" asked Bonnie.
"You'll see," muttered the pirate.
Freddy was alerted to the sounds of Bonnie screaming. Normally in a situation like this, he'd ignore the yelling, but this felt different to him somehow. Like Bonnie was in agonizing pain. For whatever reason, Freddy felt that he had to go see what was happening. He decided against his own judgement to pursue this mystery.
He rushed out to the dining area to find the curtains of the Pirate Cove parted widely. "Hello?" he said.
"I've got yer friend right here, barely breathin'," said Foxy from the office. "Want him? Come and get him!"
Freddy ran down the hallway into the office, only to be blinded by the hallway light and have the door slammed in his face. The bear put his head right up to the window and saw Bonnie slumped up against the wall, with Foxy holding a hook to his neck.
"If ye just admit that ye still care about the lad," said Foxy, "then I'll open this door, and you can have 'im back. If you don't say it, I'll kill him right here and now."
"W-what's stopping me from just leaving him?" asked Freddy in a slight panic.
Foxy laughed. "If you wanted him dead, he'd be dead. But you can't let him die, because you still care."
The bear glared at the pirate through the window. "You're dead, Foxy. You understand me?"
"Alrighty, then. Try and get me!" Foxy roared.
Freddy ran down the hallway and came back the other way, only for the same thing to happen to him - blinded and locked out. "What's the matter, Freddy? Can't catch the door?"
Freddy huffed and puffed as his gears were being strained while he ran. He came back around to the other corridor and again, came face to face with the door. "Foxy!" he yelled. "I'll kill you for this!"
"I'm startin' to doubt that," Foxy said with a grin. "We could be at this all night. Here's some motivation!"
He pierced Bonnie's arm with his hook and gave it a good yank. Freddy gasped as he realized that the arm was only hanging on by a few wires at that point.
"You're a monster!" he yelled at the pirate.
"No more than you are," Foxy snarled.
Freddy, with tremendous effort, ran down the hallways with the most speed he could physically muster. When the door got slammed in his face, he pounded on the window with his fist.
Foxy laughed. "That glass is ballistic. A bullet wouldn't shatter it. I'd like to see you try to break it." The fox, with one last look into Freddy's eyes, yanked the rest of Bonnie's arm off. The rabbit screamed in agony, before his voice box finally gave out and his screaming came out in short bursts.
The bear, enraged, pounded on the window using both of his fists. Over and over again, he pounded on the glass.
"Give it up, Freddy," said Foxy. "You just can't say the words. You're doing this to him."
Finally, Freddy took a step back, then ran into the glass, smashing into it with his head. For the first time ever, the glass shattered. None of the animatronics had managed to achieve this before. Freddy stepped into the room through the window.
Foxy looked at him, clearly impressed. "Not what I was expectin', I'll tell ya that much. See what the body can achieve with just a little bit of motivation?"
The fox smashed the door button and the steel door flew open, but Freddy was faster. He grabbed the fox and threw him at the wall over the desk. The robot fell down, and then the desk toppled over. Before he could even lift his head up, Freddy stomped on his abdomen, and felt the pirate's endoskeleton crack. The bear loomed over him, and decided to leave him alive to suffer.
The rabbit's eyes flickered with light as Freddy ran up to him. "
Are you alright?" the bear asked, kneeling down so their eyes would be leveled.
"F-Freddy?" whispered Bonnie. "I-I thought you hated me. W-what about the fight?"
"It's over for us. Let's get back to the stage, okay?" Freddy said. "Bonnie, I'm so sorry for being a bad friend. I don't know how to make it up to you, but...I want to go out knowing that we're friends, not enemies."
Bonnie looked up at him and chuckled. "O-Okay, then. Let's go."
Freddy helped Bonnie up and helped him walk out the door. Neither one of them glanced back at Foxy, who was slowly crawling back to the cove through the other hallway. Silently, the Puppet slid into the hallway and stared at the dying fox.
"I told you, all you had to do was surrender," said the Puppet. "Why did you do that?"
"I wasn't about to go down without a fight," said Foxy. He chuckled, and slowly croaked, "I can die knowing I stood up to them…"
"You were their friend, too," said the Puppet. "You all could've been together in death. If you had listened to me."
"What do you care, anyway?" said Foxy. "I gave you what you wanted. Happy endings fer everybody…"
"Not for everybody," said the Puppet.
"They're friends again, aren't they?" said Foxy. "Your problem's solved."
The Puppet sighed. "Goodbye, Foxy."
"No, wait-" Foxy began, before realizing that the Puppet had already left. He resumed crawling back to the cove, doubting that he would make it that far.
In the dining area, Freddy and Bonnie resumed their spots on stage. After a while, the rabbit asked the question that had been on his mind that whole time. "W-where's Chica?"
"Oh, she's hiding somewhere...probably the kitchen. You good to walk?" asked Freddy.
Bonnie walked over to the kitchen. "C-Chica?"
He heard some clunking around in the vents. "Are you in there?" He pulled some of the metal parts out of the vents and kneeled down to look inside.
Bonnie gasped as he came face to face with Chica, who held a crowbar in her hands and had grease all over her fur. "G-get away from me!" she yelled.
"Hey, hey, calm d-down," said Bonnie. "Freddy and I made up."
"Don't try and trick me! Freddy t-told me everything!" she said.
"No, it's true," came the bear's deep voice from behind Bonnie. "It's okay. Chica, we have to talk."
The chicken hesitated before she crawled out of the vents, still holding the crowbar.
"You're not g-gonna whack me with that thing, are you?" asked Bonnie.
Chica glared at the rabbit, staring at the wires where his arm once was. She then turned to Freddy, who seemed to be having trouble saying something.
"Chica, I'm sorry," the bear began. "But I lied. Bonnie didn't knock me out. Foxy did."
"You lied to me?" she said slowly.
"I'm sorry," Freddy repeated. "Can we all just be friends now?"
"O-okay…" she dropped the crowbar. "Sorry, Bonnie…"
"It's fine," said Bonnie. "D-don't even worry about it."
"So this was you?" Freddy asked the chicken, gesturing to the vents, stashed with parts.
Chica nodded quietly in response. The three of them stood in silence for a moment before Chica finally asked the question that was tugging at her mind.
"What happened to Foxy?" she asked.
"Foxy decided to take Bonnie hostage into the office," said Freddy. "I fought with him. He's in pretty bad shape. I know you don't like it, Chica, but he might die from his injuries."
Chica shook her head sadly. "I g-guess I should've expected that. I was hoping we could all be friends again b-before...you know…"
Freddy sighed. "I can't forgive him. Not after the Bite. Not after today."
"You think he got back to the c-cove?" asked Bonnie.
The three of them turned to find the cove's curtains slightly parted. "He must've made it after all," said Freddy. "Think we'll get any customers today?"
Bonnie shrugged. "I doubt it. Look at how t-torn up we are."
Chica sighed. "Well, I just hope our last day is a good one."
"There's one last thing I want to do," said Freddy. He walked to the safe room and dragged out the golden bear suit, then sat it down in the backstage room on the table where the endoskeleton used to be. "We don't know who this robot was, but if he was one of us then he deserves to be with us during death."
Chica smiled. "T-that's beautiful."
The three of them locked hands on stage, with Freddy in the middle, staring straight ahead.
6 AM arrived, locking the animatronics in place for the last time.
November 18th, 1993 - 10:00 AM
Shortly after the restaurant opened, Mr. Fazz, a couple of other employees, an inspector, and an official-looking man arrived. They were having a conversation about the state of the restaurant. Fazz looked extremely nervous and the strange man looked skeptical.
"Well, what do you think?" asked the man to the inspector after he was finished with his work.
"Well, obviously the robots are in disrepair and there's little problems here and there with the building, the structure itself is extremely good. With some cleaning up, this place will be as good as new," said the inspector.
Mr. Fazz stared at his robots, which had been torn to pieces since the last time he saw them. "I don't know what happened to the place. I was here just a couple of days ago and everything was fine. Vandals, maybe."
The other man looked less skeptical now. "And the robots?"
The inspector waved his hand. "They can't be used. Just from here you can see flaws in their costumes and their insides are visibly beat up. You'd be better off investing in new machines, and obviously a rebranding."
"Well, if our budget allows for it, Mr. Fazz, I'm interested," said the strange man. "The selling price is 200,000 dollars, yes?"
"Yes, but that's negotiable-" started Fazz.
"Don't worry about it. The price seems fair and I know I'll be able to afford it," said the man.
"Oh, thank you, George! Thank you, thank you!" said Fazz.
George smiled and shook Fazz's hand. "Have a good day, and good luck with your other project. I'll try and make this happen as fast as possible."
The man and the inspector left. Fazz was left shaking with excitement. He walked up to the animatronics and said, "You all have one final show today, for a birthday. We don't have the time to replace your costumes, so try and make it count, okay?"
The animatronics were all powered on for the day. As usual, their AI took over, and they stood in silence waiting for their customer to arrive. They watched as the employees hurriedly pulled out the broken dining room table and the cloth off another one. During their wait, Mr. Fazz hurriedly wrapped cloth around their injuries to conceal the mechanical parts inside.
Finally, after about half an hour of waiting, the birthday boy arrived. He seemed worried about the state of the animatronics, but he watched the show happily anyway. The animatronics said their usual, scripted lines for these occasions and sang the same songs they always did. The boy watched quietly, enjoying his pizza, and he went and played some of the arcade games by himself. After a while, they could see he was getting bored, and Fazz could too apparently as he approached the boy and gave him a special offer. "Hey, Christian, do you want to see the band up close?" he asked.
Christian smiled up at him and said, "Sure!"
His parents stood very closely on watch as Mr. Fazz helped him up onto the stage.
"Ask them anything you want," said Fazz.
"Um...okay," said Christian. "You guys are like...my role models. Do you have any, um, advice for me?"
The animatronics' true minds took over their programming one last time, to speak to the last child they would ever see.
"Be kind," said Freddy after a moment. "Treat others as you would like to be treated yourself. The golden rule."
"Never resort t-to violence. Use your words, and use your head," said Bonnie.
"Be honest, a-always. Don't lie...ever," said Chica.
"Is that all?" asked Mr. Fazz, reaching his hand out.
"Wait," said Christian. He turned around and hugged Freddy before hopping off the stage. Suddenly, a new voice spoke out to the child. Christian turned around and gasped.
"D-don't let anyone push you around," Foxy said, before falling out of his cove onto the floor.
The child held his hand over his mouth, looking at Foxy's ripped body. The pirate had wires exposed beneath the cracks in his costume, along with his endoskeleton spine. Mr. Fazz and the employees quickly took him and dragged him backstage then locked the door.
Fazz whispered an apology into the boy's mother's ear, then turned to the boy. "I'm sorry you had to see that. That fox had a terrible accident a while back and he's still a bit shaky from it. How about a free pizza?"
Christian grinned and took him up on the offer. The animatronics fell back onto their programming. The rest of the day was fairly average. When the family left, Fazz had his employees take down the majority of the decorations from the wall.
Then the employees left, leaving the animatronics in darkness.