November 18th, 1993 - 6:30 PM
Mr. Fazz walked into the building, and two workers came with him. It was David, and his older work partner, who had hauled William Afton out into their truck only a few days before.

"Alright, so we're just getting the robots?" the older man.

"Yeah," said Mr. Fazz. "Be careful when you take them out. They're really old models, you don't want to get poked by their endoskeletons."

"Don't worry about us," said David, walking up to the office. "You look like you're going to pass out, boss."

Mr. Fazz grinned and sat down on a chair, while the workers got behind the animatronics, picking them up. "Wait. Oliver," said the manager.

"Huh?" said the old man.

"Can you guys go wait outside for a bit?" asked Mr. Fazz. "There's one last thing I need to do here. Tech stuff."

"Sure, boss," said Oliver, beckoning his partner back over. The two workers walked outside and stood by their truck.

Mr. Fazz carefully shoved each of the animatronics into the backstage room, and looked at them all, together for the last time. It was a weird moment for him. He had helped build these animatronics by hand over a decade ago, and now he had to shut them off, permanently. He sighed.

"You all get half an hour," he said to their lifeless bodies.

One by one, he turned them all on for the last time, including Foxy. Something caught his eye as he grabbed ahold of the metal work-table and turned to leave the room. Right up against the wall was a suit that he hadn't seen in years. The Fredbear suit.

"Guys? Has anyone spoken to William recently?" He stared at the suit for a moment, before slowly moving out of its line of sight through the door. He locked it behind him.

"Huh? Are we backstage?" said Bonnie after his endoskeleton head started up.

Freddy groaned. "I think so."

"Why are we still here?" said Chica. "Aren't we supposed to be shut off by now?"

The three of them heard a low, metallic groan come from the corner of the room. They turned around to find Foxy sitting on the floor.

"W-well, Foxy, was it worth it?" Bonnie asked the pirate. "You're in worse shape than I am."

"Would you just...stop, fer once?" the pirate asked. "We're about to die. I don't want to fight with you."

The rabbit stared at the pirate's broken body, dumbfounded. After six years of snarky comments, threats, and deception, Foxy had finally given up.

"You don't?" said Chica slowly.

"I really don't," said Foxy. "Let me die in peace."

There was a moment of silence while the animatronics were trying to think of things they wanted to say in their final moments.

"I wonder what happened to the Puppet," said Freddy. "He's not in here."

"Maybe they hauled him back to Fazbear Storage," suggested Chica.

Bonnie looked at his two friends. "You know, I never really understood it. Freddy said that the Puppet had no insides like we do, so how does that guy move around?"

Freddy sighed. "Beats me."

"He always acted like he knew more than we did," said Bonnie. "I heard him say some pretty weird things in the kitchen that night with Afton."

"Like what?" asked Chica.

"Well, he said that he wanted to believe in something," said Bonnie. "He said that it wasn't just AI behind all of this. He said it was 'real' intelligence."

"Loon," muttered Foxy under his breath.

"Strange," said Freddy. "Do you know what he meant?"

"No," said Bonnie. "I was kinda eavesdropping, too, so I didn't ask."

"Shame," said Freddy.

They all sat in silence for around another minute before Chica finally spoke. "You know, I'm glad that I'm here, one last time, with all of you guys."

Foxy looked up at her with his one remaining eye.

"Yeah, it is kinda nice," said Bonnie. "I don't know what we're doing here, but I'm glad we got the chance to be here one last time."

Freddy looked over at the golden bear suit he had left in the corner the night before. "Yeah…" he said.

The animatronics were struggling to come up with things to say to each other. They had never truly considered that might eventually be permanently shut down until earlier that week, when they found that newspaper.

"Man," said Bonnie. "I don't want to die."

"You can leave," croaked Foxy, gesturing to the ventilation shaft. "Hide in the vents, they won't figure it out."

"I'm not a coward," snarled Bonnie.

Chica uncomfortably shifted her position on the floor.

"Foxy," said Freddy. "Since these are our last moments, all together, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

"Pardon me?" said Foxy. "If yer lookin' for another apology about the kid-"

Bonnie glared at the fox. "His name was Oswald."

"Guys, please, not again," said Chica with a groan.

"If you want me to apologize again about what happened to Oswald, yer delusional," said Foxy. "I've told you, again and again, what really happened that night, to me. But you don't care about the truth. You just need some'ne to hate."

Freddy looked over at the fox. "Oh, and you think I'm in the wrong? He's never going to be normal again, because of you."

"And if I could take it back, I would," Foxy snapped. "But I can't change the past, Freddy. So yes, I'm sorry, but not to you. I'm sorry to the boy."

"It's a bit late for that, ain't it?" said Bonnie.

"I wouldn't still be bringing this up if you hadn't ruined our lives!" Freddy hissed. "You think everything's about you, you, you. But what you did that day in 1987 is the reason we're all here, right now, just waiting to die."

Foxy stared at Freddy. "You know, the Puppet came to me this morning. He told me that I should surrender, that the only way you all would forgive me is if I stood down and said 'sorry'."

"He was wrong," said Bonnie. "We wouldn't have forgiven you."

"There's so much I haven't told you," said Foxy glumly, staring up at the ceiling. "So many things that I did to protect you all, and fer what?"

"Yeah? Like what, Foxy?" asked Freddy. "Tell me. What exactly did you do to protect us?"

Chica looked at the fox with interest. "What do you mean?"

"I never told you about what comes next," said Foxy. "Fer our franchise."

"What?" said Bonnie.

"Well, it wouldn't really be protection now if I told you, hm?" the pirate croaked. "'Sides, you'd probably hammer me in if I told you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Freddy.

Foxy laughed, only for his voice box to falter, resulting in robotic coughs. "You'll never know."

Freddy glared at his long-time enemy. "You're lucky I don't just end you right now."

"Do it," said Foxy, staring at him. "I'm so fucking tired of you all."

The bear looked at him. "You want me to do it?"

"I'd rather be dead right now than here with you," said Foxy. "This isn't how I wanted to go. Fazz shoulda shut me off earlier, with the kid and all."

"So that's what that little stunt was about," said Freddy. "Hope you're proud of yourself for almost ruining yet another kid's birthday."

"Yes," said Foxy. "And...ye know what? I don't regret anything I've done this past week. My only regret is that I didn't tear yer arm off six years earlier."

"Fuck you, Foxy!" said Bonnie. "You deserved what you got!"

"Yeah, well, maybe I do," said Foxy. "But you do too."

Bonnie stood up. He was a giant in comparison to the old pirate.

"Bonnie, don't-" said Chica.

"You gonna kill me now, big guy?" asked Foxy, rolling over to look at him. "Like I told Freddy...do it. You've all been skippin' out on your opportunities for six years. I doubt anything's gonna change now."

"No," said Bonnie. "You're right."

"Finally, he admits it," said Foxy sarcastically.

"I hope management keeps you alive. You don't deserve a peaceful death." Bonnie brandished his arm to the old pirate. "Look at what you did to me!"

"I'd do it again!" said Foxy.

"Go to Hell, Foxy," said Bonnie angrily.

"Where do you think I've been these last six years?" said Foxy darkly.

"Don't call my restaurant that," snapped Freddy. "This is not Hell."

"Not for you, it ain't," said Foxy. "It's gotta be nice bein' you, Freddy. Yer friends are real forgiving when it's you gettin' in trouble."

"Yes, well, I haven't ripped any of their limbs off," said the bear.

Foxy slowly rotated his head to look the other way, away from the other animatronics. "I ain't gonna argue with you."

"That sounds like a good idea," said Freddy. "I wish you the worst."

"The feelin' goes both ways." The fox turned to face the corner.

"Well, now what?" said Bonnie. "Are we just going here and wait?"

"What other choice do we have?" said Freddy. "I don't want to die, but it's really our only choice. Especially if Fazz is selling the place."

"I wonder what the next people will use it for," said Chica.

"I bet it'll still be a restaurant," said Bonnie. "Maybe not a pizza parlor, but still some kind of restaurant."

Freddy slumped up against the wall next to the golden bear costume. "I hope they take care of it. It's a really nice building."

"They better, or I swear I'm gonna haunt this place," joked Bonnie.

Freddy laughed. "I'm going to miss you two."

Chica smiled at him. "We're gonna miss you, too, Freddy."

"Get a room you three," said Foxy with a snicker.

"I'm sorry for everything," said Freddy. "I'm sorry for fighting with you guys. I'm sorry for lying."

"It's okay," said Chica. "Really, it is."

"I forgive you, Freddy," said Bonnie. "I hope you can forgive me for...y'know. Threatening to kill ya."

The bear laughed quietly. "Nonsense..."

"Sorry for stashing stuff in the vents," said Chica. "I don't know what I was thinking."

"Hey, it woulda been a good idea if Fazz wasn't plannin' on selling the place," said Bonnie jokingly.

"Who knows, we could still get out of this," said Freddy, smiling. "Anybody want to try their hand clinging to the ceiling?"

Bonnie laughed, and waved his one arm. "I'd rather take the vents any day, thanks."

The band sat together, facing the wall. Foxy was still sitting, facing the corner. He looked as though something was bothering him. The old pirate let out a long, metallic groan. "Do you all really want to know what I was talkin' about earlier in regards to the franchise?"

"Yes," said Freddy. "What's next for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?"

Foxy stared at him with his one eye, before hesitantly saying, "They're going to open a new restaurant, Freddy."

"What?" said Chica, her eyes lighting up. "That's great news! We're not going to die!"

"Not so fast," said Foxy. "They're going to replace us all."

The animatronics' faces all fell.

"Sorry," he said quietly.

"How long have you known?" said Bonnie.

"Since the Puppet arrived," said Foxy. "I found a folder in here. I took it back to the cove."

"Why didn't you say anything?" said Chica.

"Yer lookin' at why," said Foxy. "It's just not somethin' I thought you needed to hear."

"And I suppose the Puppet knew about all this?" said Freddy.

"I don't know," said Foxy. "That puppet knew everything."

There was a pause in silence where the animatronics all connected momentarily, each understanding how the others were feeling.

Freddy broke the silence again. "Thanks."

"Yeah," said Foxy quietly.

Suddenly, a pair of approaching footsteps marched up the door. The animatronics pretended as though they weren't conversing as Mr. Fazz came in. "Time's up, guys. Sorry."

He walked behind Foxy first, eager to shut him down. The fox's eyes darted between them all before finally his eyes rested on the ceiling. After a moment, the manager finally found the switch he was looking for on the robot's endoskeleton, and shut him down. The old pirate made no struggle.

Chica was next to go. The rabbit, although frozen in place, watched on in horror as the manager looked for the switch on her as well. She quietly grabbed ahold of Bonnie's hands and smiled at him. Then her eyelids fell, and she was gone.

The manager moved up behind Bonnie. The rabbit's eyes were fixated on Chica's restless body, before finally looking up at Freddy. The two held eye contact as Fazz reached into the bunny's head and flicked the mortal switch.

Finally, Freddy.

"I'm gonna miss you guys." Fazz walked behind the animatronic bear and reached into his head. "Your legacy will live on, I guess."

The bear looked straight forward at the wall, and accepted that he was never going to wake up again. He avoided looking at the dark, unmoving eyes of his friends. He was never going to speak to either of them again. He was never going to fight with Foxy again. He was never going to feel pain again. He was never-

"Alright," said Fazz. The boss walked out the exit and called over the workers, David and Oliver. "You boys ready to haul the robots out?"

"Yeah," said David. "You want us to take the empty one, too?"

Fazz stared down at the empty Fredbear costume, slumped down on the floor. "Yeah, take him to storage."

"And the others?" asked Oliver.

"Box them up and take them with you to the new place," said Fazz.

"What are you going to need these old ones for?" asked David. "Halloween decorations?"

"Very funny. No, spare parts," Fazz said, holding up a wrench. "These robots are obviously a bit outdated, but they were very advanced for their time. I'm sure there's a few parts here and there I could use."

"If you say so," said Oliver. "You ask me, you should take 'em out and melt 'em down. That metal's gotta have some value to it."

"No," said Mr. Fazz. "I'm afraid that won't work for me."

The workers nodded and began hauling the animatronics out the door to their truck, one by one. For each individual one, they would both grab either end of the animatronic and lift them up. They were remarkably heavy machines.

It took the workers about forty minutes to take out the animatronics and the rest of the remaining decorations from the walls.

"Should be about everything," said David to Fazz as he threw the set of Pirate Cove curtains into the back of his truck. "Anything else we should do?"

"No," said Fazz. "But I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"Have either of you spoken to William recently?" asked the manager.

"Yeah, on Tuesday," said Oliver. "He said he had some errands to run in the restaurant."

"Oh...did he?" asked Mr. Fazz. "Weird. He hasn't been returning my calls since Tuesday."

"Think he's alright?' asked David.

"I don't see why he wouldn't be, unless he drove off the bridge on the way here," said Fazz. "But if you guys hear from him, let me know, okay?"

"Sure, boss," David replied.

"Alright, boys, take care." Fazz began walking towards his car before spinning on his heel, with a last thought crossing his mind. "Wait."

The workers audibly groaned and turned around. "Yeah?"

"You know that puppet thing you guys found in my old office?" asked Fazz. "Mark his crate. I want to make him an attraction for the new place."

"You got it, boss."

"Thanks," said Fazz, getting into his car and slamming the door. He looked at the old establishment for the last time. All that was left for his team to do was to take down the "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" sign over the restaurant.

The Puppet lay folded up on the inside of one of the many crates being hauled over to Fazbear Storage. He couldn't get out of the box as the weight of another dead animatronic was holding him down. He was still alive and functional, as he had no programming for the men to turn off.

He groaned at the thought of being hauled back over to Fazbear Storage, just after getting out of the place after six years of being stuck there. He didn't see Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in its best state, but anything was better than the old warehouse.

The marionette couldn't help but feel a bit depressed that he was never going to see any of those animatronics again. Reunited after six years, only to be immediately pulled from each other again. He was ultimately okay with it, though. They didn't remember him anyway.

He had taken care of what he came there to do, anyhow. William Afton was dead, trapped inside the Spring-Bonnie suit that he had used to kill those children all those years ago. It was a fitting and necessary demise for such an evil man.

It then occurred to the Puppet that William had actually been hauled back over to the storage place, so perhaps he would get to see the killer again. Something was bothering the doll, though. If his theory about the other animatronics was correct, then...couldn't the same happen to William? Was it at all possible that perhaps, the old killer would come back? He always did in the past. No matter the circumstances, Afton always figured out ways to weasel his way out of trouble and come back to his job. It happened before, where he nailed the murders on one of his co-workers. Then again with Foxy, where he stopped Fazz's technicians from checking the fox's suit. And, now that he got to thinking about it, it was probably Afton that shipped the Puppet off to the storage facility in the first place. It was clear that the murderer knew something was wrong with him and the others.

William Afton was the most evil man that the Puppet had ever gotten to know. Through all his years around Fazbear Entertainment establishments, he had met many evil people. Greedy people who would take money from a child if they got the opportunity. Convicted criminals who had turned to the company for work and were accepted in anyway. Fazbear Entertainment was an evil company, forced to be such by an evil man. Theodore Fazz was not a bad person at heart, but the missing children incident and the Bite of '87 forced him to do bad things for his company. Of course, Fazz never did know about William's secrets, but he always knew that there was something up with those old machines of his. He never pressed the matter, he never looked more into it. If he hadn't lied to the police for William six years ago, then things would've been over much sooner.

Suddenly, the vehicle he was trapped in came to a stop and he rattled around in his crate. He heard the voices of the two men that he was riding with.

"Alright, let's get these robots in the restaurant," said David.

Confused, the Puppet looked up when he heard the word "restaurant". He wasn't sure why they were being put back in the old establishment. He felt the vibrations through his crate as the two workers lifted the box above him off, and heard their footsteps fading away as they took it into the warehouse. The footsteps returned minutes later to carry out another one. And then, another one. Finally, after they had put away all of the other animatronics, they picked up the Puppet's marked crate.

"I wonder what Fazz would need this old thing for," said Oliver.

The Puppet lifted his head in interest. He needs me? he thought to himself.

"No clue," said David. "I think this was one of the original ones, from back when they used those old...yellow suits. What were they called again?"

"I think it was 'Fredbear' and 'Spring-Bonnie'," said Oliver. "I don't remember, Fazz got me in '84."

"Me too. I wonder what happened to make them retire those older models, anyway?" asked David.

"No clue," said Oliver. "I don't think anybody knows. I just remember William telling us one time that they were just...what was the word he used, was it 'decomissioned'?"

"Yeah!" said David with a laugh. "That guy was always sorta strange."

The two set the Puppet's crate down on the floor. The Puppet felt the wooden clunk of his crate being placed on a tile floor.

The workers wiped the grime from their hands on their jeans. "Damn, man, look at those robots!"

"That was quick," said Oliver.

Curious, the Puppet finally peeked his head out of his crate as quietly as he could. It took his eyes a while to adjust, before he finally realized that he wasn't back at the old restaurant or Fazbear Storage.

A banner hung over the new dining area with the words "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Grand Re-Opening" written in giant bubbly letters. He looked around. This new place was massive. Everywhere he looked, he saw something new. Finally, his eyes settled on the animatronics standing up on the brand-new show stage. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica.

Only it wasn't the same Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica he had been speaking to for the past week.

These new animatronics had large red blush marks across their cheeks, fresh paint jobs, light color schemes, and had costumes entirely made out of plastic parts. The old models, on the other hand, had costumes made of fur and foam.

The rabbit and chicken standing on stage appeared to be unfinished, though. Bonnie's replacement was missing its costume mask and the top-front part of its endoskeleton head. Chica's replacement had no hands. Freddy's replacement was the only one that appeared to be in its complete form.

"I'll be damned," said David. "I ain't ever seen robots that looked that good. You just don't expect this from Freddy's."

"'Course, they ain't finished," said Oliver, pointing at the robots' missing parts. "I heard Fazz doesn't have much of a budget no more."

"Yeah," said David. "No clue how they're going to finish the robots now with as little money as they have."

"Dunno," said Oliver. "I just hope the boss knows what he's gettin' himself into."

"Yeah," said David. "Alright, man, I think we should go."

"Yep," said Oliver. "It's real late."

The two men turned around and walked out the door, locking it behind them. The Puppet lifted the lid off of his crate and looked around at his new home. Right when he was about to crawl back into his box, he heard a chime. He looked up at the clock on the wall. It was midnight.

"Hello?" came the voice of the new Freddy.

The two looked right at each other from the two ends of the room.

"Hello," said the Puppet. "What's your name?"