Here is chapter 3 of my rewrite! I really hope you all enjoy it! Chapter 4 should be out soon, probably within a few days because it is actually already finished and typed up, but I don't want to spam multiple chapters in one day. Either way, enjoy!
It was the middle of the day. Freddy and the gang were all doing what they did best during this time. Sing out overly happy sounding songs and speak to each other in a very higher pitch and goofy manner to entertain the children. They were in full work mode, not paying mind to anything other than the joyful cheers of kids and making sure nothing bad would happen under their watchful gaze.
Back in Pirate's Cove, Foxy would sit just outside the door. He wasn't allowed to be with the children anymore, but that didn't stop him from trying to gain as much experience with the energetic kids as he could. Foxy remembered the short time he would get to interact with the children during the day. He had so much fun playing pirate themed games and telling tales of a made-up life out on the sea. Foxy would then always end his days with a sea shanty, enrapturing the adventurous kids in a world of fantasy. The fox yearned for those days again, but with the dirty state Pirate's Cove is in and Foxy's own broken form, the animatronic started to doubt Mr. Fazbear would ever get Scott to return to the restaurant and repair the fox. It was sad for the fox, but as long as he was still around and kicking, able to hear the children as stayed under Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica's watch, that would be enough for the pirate.
Foxy was currently making a careful journey closer out Pirate's Cove. If he was careful, he could step out in the hall without a kid or parent noticing him. He's done it a few times, but Foxy knew he had to be careful. He couldn't let anyone see him. Over the years he was showing off more and more of his endoskeleton. That mixed with his broken jaw, he certainly wasn't a pleasant sight for anyone. So, he stood in the back, backing up so he was more in the employee section of the building, closer to Mike's office. He gave a small smile when he noticed a pair of kids rushing away from an arcade game with a wade of tickets trailing behind them.
Foxy was content with just watching for the remainder of the day until Mike would return, but that didn't seem to be the case anymore, as Foxy heard a sudden thump from behind him. He tensed, turning around. There shouldn't be anyone over here. Most of the human employees were out in the showroom or in the kitchen. The section Foxy was in was usually only preoccupied by the day and night guards and occasionally Mr. Fazbear. But the day guard was currently out amongst the kids, leaving Foxy in this section of the building alone.
He raised a hook, ready for a fight, and stepped deeper in. He was getting closer to Mike's office, keeping his eyes peeled for anything suspicious. He knew he heard something, but so far there wasn't any sign of something out of place or maybe an intruder. He got as far as the left door to Mike's office, peeking inside. The room was just as empty and messy as it was when the night guard left earlier that day.
"Huh?" Foxy puffed out, looking confused. He did one more survey of the room, but still saw nothing odd. "Maybe twas nothing…" he muttered, lowering his hook. He hesitated before stepping away, walking down the hall and to his room.
What Foxy didn't realize was he did in fact hear something suspicious. On his way back, he passed a door that always remained locked tight. The door lead to the basement of the building and only Mr. Fazbear had access to the room. He rarely ever went inside, so most of the time, the door became just something in the background for the animatronics and most night guards of the past.
After the fox was gone and out of sight, a small dark shadow sprung up in front of the door from the floorboards. It stayed there in place for a moment, as if staring at the door before it slunk back down to the ground and slithered through the closed door. The shadow continued onward, slinking down a set of wooden stairs before approaching a heap on the ground.
The shadow fused with the heap before the object started to move. First a long, thin limb shot out, an arm. Then another arm. Two legs sprung out, bracing against the ground with the arms. The for appendages pushed until a body could be seen rising. The heap on the ground revealed into the body of a skinny animatronic. The body was an inky black save for the white stripes that covered the ends of each limb and on the chest were three large white buttons. The head of the animatronic was that of a clown mask. Mostly white with hollow black eyes. Two symmetrical purple streaks lined down the face, starting at the bottom of the eyes and cascaded down to the end of the mask. Rosy red cheeks lined up at the corners of a permanently grinning hollow mouth and two dashes of red made up the illusion of lips for the mouth.
The animatronic was known as the Puppet. Puppet stood there in the basement, slowly moving his head from side to side. He took a cautious step before coming to the edge of the basement. Before him were more animatronics. They were powered down, all slumped over in a messy pile. There didn't seem to have been much care in how these animatronics were placed, and instead they were laying down as if thrown against the wall.
The only exception was one smaller animatronic. It was more humanoid looking, resembling a young boy. He was round, in both the body and the head, wearing a multicolored stripe shirt and a matching propeller cap. His stubby hands were just as circular as the rest of his body, one arm holding a sign that read "Balloons!" and the other holding up a deflated balloon that hung down limply at his feet. He laid on the ground in a much more graceful position, eyes also closed as if he were asleep. He was also a few feet away from the other animatronics, leaning his head on the wall.
The Puppet lowered a claw like hand onto the small animatronic before his gaping mouth finally twitched, moving along with the words it spoke. His voice was high pitched, sounding more like a child, but there was an ominous echo that vibrated each syllable in an eerie way. "Balloon Boy, wake up!"
The smaller robot blinked his eyes open before finally settling his gaze on the Puppet. He let out a gasp, standing up. "Boss! You're back!"
Puppet stepped back as Balloon Boy shot over as if he wanted a hug. The taller animatronic sneered down at the robotic boy before looking over at the pile of broken metal that was the remaining animatronics. "Yeah, I'm back…and we have a problem, BB."
"Really? What is it? Did you find the Purple Guy?"
A dark look crossed the Puppet's face as he narrowed his eyes down at BB. "No…" he hissed before sighing. "Well, I don't know…but that's not the problem. It's that new night guard."
"Well that's easy!" BB said with a smile. "Just kill him like you killed all the others."
"You think I don't know that, idiot!" Puppet wracked the back of BB's head. "I'm trying! But it's Freddy and the others…they are warning the night guard and fighting back more than usual. They…know this night guard. Before he came to the restaurant that is. Their stupid friendship is messing with my plans."
BB stared up at Puppet, thinking over the news. "So, what do we do then, Boss?"
"We continue as always. Kill the night guard and any other that idiot Mr. Fazbear hires next. We have to keep going on until we find him." Puppet stepped closer to the broken and shut down animatronics, eyeing them. "But we need to add a new, let's call it challenge, for this night guard. Maybe then this, Mikey, as they have been calling him, will finally lose."
BB tilted his head confused before also looking at the animatronics that his boss hasn't stopped staring at. "Wait, them? You're gonna wake them up!?"
"Yep!" Puppet seemed pleased when BB realized his idea. He gave a cheerful smile, but the malice that laced the intent seeped through in a chilling way. "It'll take some energy, but I think I can wake them up with my powers."
BB jumped excitedly. "Who are you gonna wake up first!?"
Puppet shrugged, not particularly caring. "Doesn't matter. I should be able to wake up each one with ease. I'm just gonna be tired after it's over."
BB suddenly frowned, lowering down in dejection. "Boss, what if they don't cooperate? They aren't like Freddy and the others after all."
Puppet nodded. "Yeah, you're right. But their faulty night modes should still affect them." Puppet chuckled, lowering his hand down and resting it against the head of a brown bear. "That's all I need for the night guard's life to get a little more interesting."
Dark shadows twisted out from Puppet's hands, whipping about like snakes before shooting into the head of the bear animatronic. The body of the bear shook violently, twitching and spasming as the dark magic did its job. Puppet pulled back as soon as the bear stopped shaking. The two active animatronics waited.
The eyelids began to flutter open, a dim light emitted from the glassy eyeballs, before the bear stiffly moved his head and looked up. The bear was similar looking to Freddy, but he was significantly smaller. His fur was more of a lighter brown, having the faintest hint of red mixing in the color. His face was rounder than Freddy's with bright red round cheeks resting on the sides. He wore a black top hat like Freddy, but his had a red stripe along the base of the hat, but he did have the same black bowtie as the other brown bear, his being maybe a bit rounder at the corners.
The bear gasped in fright when he took in his surroundings before moving to stand. He hissed in pain when his legs didn't want to work at first, but he bit through it until he was standing, albeit a bit shakily. "You…what do you want!?" He spoke in a voice, deep like Freddy's but with a more youthful feel to it.
Puppet chuckled, ignoring the bear at first as he went to move closer to a light blue rabbit. "Hello Toy Freddy. I'm just waking up some old friends, that's all."
Toy Freddy gasped when he saw Puppet reaching for the rabbit, letting out a sound that was similar to a growl before pushing his way between the two. He raised his arms up protectively to keep the Puppet at bay. "Don't touch him!"
"So, you want me to keep your siblings in this state?" Puppet pointed at the three remaining animatronics, making sure Toy Freddy got a good look at their broken-up appearance.
Toy Freddy did notice, and his ears sank down and his position also fell dejectedly. Puppet smirked, snaking an arm across the bear's shoulders. Toy Freddy instantly went stiff shooting a glare at the Puppet.
"Tragic, right? Wouldn't it be better if you just let me wake them up like you?"
"You're up to something." It wasn't a question. Toy Freddy knew exactly that the Puppet wasn't doing this to be kind to them. He wanted something; the bear just didn't know what exactly.
"Does it matter? Of course, I'm up to something. But look at it this way. You and your siblings can be wide away again. Walk around as if you four weren't thrown away like garbage. Don't you think you and your siblings deserve that, Toy Freddy?"
The brown animatronic didn't look pleased with what he was hearing, but he kept passing sad looks down at the others. He looked as if he was struggling with words before he let out a defeated sigh. "Does my opinion even matter to you? You'll find a way to wake them up no matter how much I intervene."
"Hey, you're smarter than you look!" Puppet laughed, releasing the now glaring bear before approaching the blue rabbit again. He repeated his process with Toy Freddy, placing his hand on top of the rabbit's head and letting his magic seep into the animatronic.
With a jolt, the blue bunny shot up, gasping for the air he didn't need. He yelped in fear when he saw Puppet before locking his bright green eyes onto the bear. "Fred? What the hell is going on."
Fred went to the bunny's side, placing a sympathetic hand on his shoulders. "It'll be okay, Bon-Bon. Puppet is…" he glared at said robot. "He's doing something, but we won't let him get away with it."
"Oh, shut up already…" Puppet glared back before moving to the smaller chicken robot.
Bon-Bon still looked confused, trying to stand, but found it difficult. "I…I don't understand! Why are we activated again? Where are the others? Bonnie, Freddy, Chi-aah!" He had knelt, trying to push himself up again, but his knees buckled below him, and he collapsed again.
Fred went to help him, gently pulling his brother up. "Bon-Bon, easy. You are straining yourself."
"I want answers, damn it, Fred!" Bon-Bon glared at the bear, hating the fact he needed to lean against his leader. "And where the hell are we anyways. Since when does the restaurant have a basement? Ugh, it's so gross down here. AAAH!" Bon-Bon let out an ear-piercing scream that made Fred, Puppet, and BB flinch. "My fur!" the rabbit screamed, noticing his once sky-blue fur was not coated in grey dust. "It's ruined!"
"Bon-Bon, do not have a panic attack about dirt right now!" Fred demanded. "We'll clean you up later, okay?"
"Bu-but, Fred!" the rabbit sobbed, starting to shake. "It's-it's-!"
"I know, I know." Fred hugged the rabbit to his chest, trying to console the panicking animatronic. "Look, calm down. We have bigger things to worry about." Fred looked back at the Puppet just in time to see he was reviving Toy Chica.
Bon-Bon gasped, oily tears shining his already bright eyes, when he heard the yellow animatronic let out a confused sounding gasp. "Chicky!" He jumped in Fred's arms, accidently smacking the bear in the face. Bon-Bon either didn't notice or didn't care as Fred stumbled back in pain after the hit and ran to the chicken. He hugged his sister tightly, crying into her arms. "Chicky! I'm so glad your awake! I had to deal with the creepy Puppet and Fred! Plus, my fur is a mess! Help me!"
Chicky went back and forth from staring at the Puppet who was glaring down in irritation at the rabbit's display, the injured Fred who was clutching his face and glaring at Bon-Bon, and Bon-Bon himself who was a sobbing mess. She sighed, irritable. "Why is this my life…?" She gently guided the rabbit on his feet, taking the edge of her bib to wipe away her brother's tears. "Okay, what the hell is going on and how am I already taking care of another one of Bon's panic attacks not even two seconds after being activated again?" She glared up at the Puppet and pointed a spare wing his direction. "And why the hell are you here!?"
Puppet smiled at the chicken, slowly moving to the last remaining animatronic that has yet to be woken up. "Nice to see you too, Chicky. No need to worry that pretty little head of yours. Just be happy you all get to have a nice family reunion." He placed his hand on a pink and white fox animatronic, once again using his magic.
"Yeah!" BB shouted as his boss did his thing. "You dummies just be happy Boss is being so nice right now!"
The three active animal animatronics turned down to look at BB.
Bon-Bon stopped his crying as he gave the smaller robot an annoyed look. "Oh, you're here too?"
Anger seized up within BB as he puffed out his cheeks and glared at the rabbit. "Why you…!"
"BB, quiet!" Puppet stepped back from the twitching fox, looking exhausted. He grabbed BB by the head, lifting him up. Once the small animatronic was settled in his grip, Puppet gave a dark smile at the other three. "I'm glad we could have this sweet moment, but unfortunately I must leave. It's been a pleasure." Shadow tendrils shot out from the ground, making the others back up in fright. They circled around the Puppet before starting to capture him. Puppet didn't seem to mind as he began to laugh. "Oh," he spoke up, his body starting to be hidden by the shadowy mass, "and say hello to the night guard for me, won't you?"
The shadows closed around the Puppet and BB only to dissipate like smoke around everyone. Fred waved his hands in the air to try and clear the black smoke. When it cleared, Puppet and BB were gone from sight. The bear looked around confused, not understanding what was going on. "What? Where did they-?"
Bon-Bon and Chicky had their attention drawn over to the fox animatronic. "Mangle!" they shouted together, approaching the fox.
Mangle was in a very bad shape, especially when compared to the other Toy animatronics. They were practically in pieces. True to their nickname, the fox really was mangled beyond repair. One single glass eye looked up at the others as their body was gently scooped up and helped to stand. "G-g-g-guyssssssss…" they struggled to speak.
"Shh, shh." Chicky spoke, patting the fox's head. "Your voice box is still busted. Don't try to much, okay?"
Mangle seemed to think over Chicky's words before letting out a reluctant nod.
Bon-Bon felt his eyes begin to glisten with tears again as he looked over Mangle's damaged state. "This isn't fair. Why are they still damaged like this? Hasn't poor Mangle been through enough?"
Chicky ground both sides of her beak together before looking around. "I don't think the workers here cared much about fixing them up, or any of us for that matter. Where are we?"
"It looks like a basement," Fred answered. "I don't think we are in our restaurant anymore. I don't recall the pizzeria having a room like this."
"So, what?" Bon-Bon questioned. "We were thrown away in some other random location?"
"I'm not sure…" Fred let out a frustrated groan. "I don't even know how long we've been out. It's hard to know anything if I don't even know what this building even is or what year it is."
Bon-Bon made sure Mangle could stand on their own before walking around with a bit of a struggle. His ears twitched as he listened for any noise that could give them answers. He noticed the stairs, hesitantly pointing at them. "Well, I don't think we are gonna get any clues down here. There's like nothing down here but dusty, empty shelves and dirt…" he shuddered. "Lots of dirt…" He cleared his throat. "Besides, I need to clean up my beautiful fur, so let's just get out of here already."
"Yeah," Fred said with a roll of his eyes. "Wouldn't want you to have a panic attack again."
"Don't you mock me, you fat bear!"
"Oh, so we are returning to this, now are we?" Fred asked, giving a challenging look to the rabbit. "I didn't realize a young lady like yourself would start a fight."
"The hell did you call me!?" Bon-Bon practically pounced on Fred in rage, reaching up to strangle the bear.
Fred just smirked, easily dodging the attack by stepping to the side.
"Oh no you two don't!" Chicky screamed, stepping between the two. She shot them both an infuriated look, making them both freeze in fright. "I'm tired, confused, scared, and lost!" she started. "None of us know where we are, how long we've been out, or what the Puppet is up to. So, I am not going to spend my first time being active in who knows how many years listening to you two idiots fight like children! Do you both understand me!?"
Fred and Bon-Bon raised their hands up in surrender, ears drooping in fear and nodding their heads in agreement.
Chicky huffed at them before marching over to the stunned fox, helping Mangle move. "Good, now let's get going already!"
The other two watched them walk away before exchanging look. "I almost forgot how scary she can be," Bon-Bon muttered.
"Mmhmm." Fred agreed, cautiously stepping forward, catching up to Chicky and opting to lead the way.
They approached the door after a moment, Fred moving to jiggle the doorknob. It gave a gentle click under his grip before the door opened up. The sound of children laughing and crying out in the distant greeted their ears. They all gave an audible gasp of shock, slowly and cautiously stepping out of the basement.
It was hard to make out from the angle, but the four animatronics could clearly make out the sight of children playing games, the ringing of arcade games filling the room. Music blasted around the noise, mingling until it managed to break out and be the louder noise. They could hear a deep but gentle voice sing along with the music, and the four instantly recognized the voice.
"Freddy!" they gasped together.
"So?" Chicky questioned, drawing the others attention. "We are still in the pizzeria?"
Fred eyed their surroundings, frowning. "I don't think so. This doesn't look familiar. It seems we were moved to a new location since…" he trailed off, noticing Mangle's crestfallen appearance, "since we were shut down," he ended up saying.
"But I thought Freddy and the others were too damaged back at the old place?" Bon-Bon asked. "Did Mr. Fazbear really hate us that much to abandon us like that and not give us another chance?"
Mangle tensed up more, curling up slightly. "M-m-my ffff-fffau-aault…"
Bon-Bon gasped, hugging the fox. "Mangle, sweetie, no. No. It's not your fault we were shut down."
Fred nodded, smiling. "Exactly. I'm sure Mr. Fazbear had many other reasonings behind his actions." He patted the pink and white robot just as a sign caught his attention. He reached over with his paw after a few seconds and grabbed it from the wall. It was a poster of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica on stage with the words "Celebrate!" in a bubbly font at the top. "Well, it really does seem they were just repaired, and Scott didn't end up just building new animatronics."
The other three looked at the poster, eyes wide in awe. "Wow," Bon-Bon said. "They look great! Much better than how they were back when we were the main act."
"Well I would hope so," Fred said seriously. "I don't think children would take kindly to animatronics that were missing limbs and faces."
"Yeah…"
"So, what do we do now?" Chicky asked.
Fred thought it over before sighing, leaning against the wall. "We wait. We shouldn't just barge out there during the day. As soon as the last family leaves for the day we'll go and find Freddy and the others."
"Mr. Fazbear won't be happy seeing us," Chicky commented.
"Possibly. But that old man will have to deal with it."
They were quiet for a second, thinking over their plan when Bon-Bon tensed. "Fred…Puppet mentions something about a night guard before he left. You don't think…o-our night modes should be fixed by now, right?"
Fred's eyes grew wide in a panic. He reached behind his head to mess with a panel that barely poked out from under his suit. He gritted his teeth, keeping down his worries. "We…we'll worry about that when it gets closer to 12."
The others didn't seem to like the answer, but they went with it. There was a tense feeling in the air around them, but there wasn't much more the four could do. So, instead, they just leaned against the walls and waited. There were problems building up around them, each animatronic could feel it, but hopefully things wouldn't go as badly as they feared.
Freddy let out a tired sigh as he watched the last of the patrons leave the restaurant. He patted Bonnie and Chica on the backs. "Good job today guys!"
"Thanks Freddy," Bonnie grinned, placing his guitar down. "Ah, I always feel good after our closing song."
Chica nodded. "It really was fun today!"
Freddy gave fond smiles at his siblings before stepping down from the stage. "Well, we still got a few hours before Mike shows up," he stated, pointing out the clock that read nine. "What should we do now?"
Bonnie stretched his arms. "I don't know about you, Freddy, but I could sure go for a nap."
"Bonnie, I don't know why I always have to tell you we don't need to sleep," Freddy rolled his eyes.
"True, but that will never stop me, Freddo." Bonnie laughed, moving to sit on the stage.
"Did you just call me, 'Freddo'?"
"Sure did!"
"Never call me that again."
Foxy stepped out from the hall, greeting his family with a smile. "Hello!"
Chica smiled, offering the fox a hug. "Hello, Foxy! How are you feeling?"
"I be just fine. Just came to check on ye all before Mikey comes back for his shift." Foxy plopped down next to Bonnie after he pulled away from Chica. When he settled down and looked around at the others, he let his frown return and let out a sigh. "By the way…earlier today I thought I heard a strange noise near Mike's office."
The three turned to the pirate, concerned expressions popping up. "Did you?" Freddy asked. "Strange how?"
"Just be a thump. But tis concerning to me." He gestured to the path he came down just moments ago with his hook hand. "I went to check it out, but there was nothing there. Didn't put me at ease, let me say that."
"Could it be one of them?" Bonnie asked, looking at their leader.
Freddy thought it over. "I'm not sure. I'm sure they are going to start to get anxious now. It'll be Mike's third day working here and you all know how at this point it gets harder and harder for us to stay in control." He grumbled, his own nerves starting to show. "They just get so relentless when a night guard is doing well."
"Well, what should we-!" there was a noise coming from the hallway and the animatronics froze. They looked around. The last of the human workers were already leaving. The only workers left were the janitors, but they usually hung around the kitchen to avoid being near the animatronics. Mr. Fazbear should still be in his office so what could have made that noise?
Freddy stalked forward, keeping his arms out to make sure his siblings wouldn't get ahead of him. He passed a glance over his shoulders, and as he expected they were silently standing behind him, ready for whatever they might come across. He placed a finger to his mouth to make sure they understood to keep quiet before turning all his focus back at the hallway.
There were footsteps from the hall, and the four got in a stance, ready to attack when suddenly there was a gentle call addressing them.
"Stand down. Stand down. We're not in the best of shapes to put up a fight." A calm chuckle followed just as a smaller brown bear animatronic stepped out, followed by his three companions.
"Fred!?" Freddy questioned in shock, eyes bugging out of his head. "I…I can't believe it."
"Believe it, sir," Fred smirked, approaching his older counterpart.
"Bonnie!" a voice screamed out in joy and Bon-Bon came rushing pass Fred, hugging the purple rabbit tightly. "I'm so glad to see you again!"
"Bon-Bon! I…how are you guys here?"
"It was the Puppet," Chicky explained, cutting right to the chase.
"What!?" Freddy demanded, giving a stern look over at Fred for more answers.
"I'm afraid it's true." He paused when he noticed Mangle struggling to walk further in the room. He helped them out, passing them over to Bon-Bon and Chicky who guided them to the stage. "We were all deactivated, but earlier today, the Puppet came and turned us back on with his magic. We aren't fully sure why."
"We figured it was because of the latest night guard," Bon-Bon commented from his spot by the stage.
The original four animatronics tensed up at the suggestion, casting worried looks to each other.
"Cap'n…" Foxy worriedly said.
Freddy took a calming breath before turning back to the Toy animatronics. "Did the Puppet say anything else? Anything specific about the guard or what he is planning."
"No," Fred confirmed. "He just woke us up and when we were all activated again, he grabbed BB and vanished. The very last thing he mentioned was, 'Say hello to the nightguard,' or something like that." He tilted his head curiously when he noticed how tense the older robots were. "That was the first and only mention of the night guard the Puppet said to us."
"Damn it!" Bonnie suddenly screamed, startling the Toys. "Why the hell are they doing this now!? They've never gone to such measures with previous night guards!"
"Isn't it obvious, Bonnie!?" Foxy demanded, glaring over at the rabbit. "It's because it be Mikey. Those damn demons know we've been fighting extra hard for the lad, and now they are retaliating!"
"Mikey?" Chicky asked. "Is that the new night guard?"
Freddy nodded. "Mikey was a little boy we met when we first came to this restaurant. I'm sure you all noticed by now we moved. We really favored little Mike and he kind of became part of the family."
"You playing favorites for the kids?" Fred asked smirking. "Doesn't sound like you, sir."
"Enough with the 'sir' nonsense," Freddy sighed. "And I know I usually make a rule not to play favorites for kids that come by a lot, but Mikey was special. We've all been through a lot when he was a kid. So much so that I guess we left an impact on him. He got the job as nightguard just to be reunited with us." Freddy paused for a second. "He obviously didn't know how dangerous the job would be."
Chica spoke up next. "We've been giving out warnings to Mike when he does his job. You know, to make it easier on him. Plus, we have really been fighting harder than normal. I guess the Puppet didn't like that so much."
"It might also be because Mikey is so determined to save us," Bonnie mentioned. "He's been saying that since day one."
"Save you?" Fred questioned.
"Aye," Foxy answered. "Mikey's been saying he is gonna figure out a solution to the whole situation. Save us, ya see?"
Fred scoffed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "This entire thing has been blowing up for years. If we haven't been able to find a solution by now, what makes this Mikey so confident that he can do so by himself?"
Bon-Bon stepped up. "As much as I hate to say it, and I really hate to say it, but I think Fred's got a point. Doesn't seem likely to me."
"Oh, don't ye be doubting our Mikey now," Foxy gave a toothy grin. "He be my first matey after all. I know the lad better than anyone. He could take on Davey Jones himself and come back unscathed."
Another scoff came from Fred. "Well, I admire the confidence, but I have my doubt." Fred snobbishly stuck his nose in the air as he stepped through group and to the side of the stage and sat down.
"Arg…I almost forgot how bratty you Toys can be…" Foxy muttered, glaring at Fred.
"Rude," Bon-Bon said, also sticking his nose in the air. "We are a delight!"
Chicky groaned, slamming her head down on a table and leaning over it. "No, he's right. You two are the worse sometimes…"
"Et tu, Chicky?" Bon-Bon asked with a dramatic gasp.
"I love you both so much, and I am so glad you are both a part of my life," Chicky started only turning her head from her sprawled out position on the table. "But if I have to spend another day listening to you two get in a petty argument or trying to show up the other, I'm gonna scream."
Bonnie started to snicker. "How much should I bet that they already broke out in a fight since you guys got activated again?"
"Bet whatever you want, cause ya gonna win," Chicky grumbled as she reached to take off her beak to press her face easier against the table.
"Anyways…" Fred spoke up, going to change the subject. "We answered your question; now could you all answer ours?" He looked over at Freddy. "Like you said, we've obviously moved establishments since, well our incident…" he cast a worried glance at Mangle who didn't look happy at Fred's words. "Yet when did we move here? And how long have we been out?"
Freddy tilted his head up as he thought it out in his head. "Let's see, it was '87 when you guys got shut down, so," Freddy paused, casting a sympathetic look at the younger animatronics, "it's been about nine years."
The news hit the Toys hard, all widening their eyes.
"Nine years?" Fred muttered, gripping the edge of the stage.
"We've really been cast aside for that long!?" Bon-Bon said, anger starting to bubble up in his voice.
"Toy Bonnie," Freddy started, raising a paw. "Don't get too upset. I know how it feels to be cast aside, but you-."
"And you guys…!" Bon-Bon screeched, oily tears brimming up in his eyes. He glared at Freddy, fists clenching at his side. "You left us down there! At least when you were cast aside you all remained active! What about us!? You all could have gone down there! You could have brought us back. But no! We had to wait for a psychopath to bring us back!"
"Bon-Bon!" Bonnie stepped over to his counterpart, grabbing him by the wrist. "Relax. You don't think we tried. We don't have access to the basement. Only Mr. Fazbear does. He wouldn't let us do anything to bring you all back. Ever since the Bite he-."
"Don't!" Bon-Bon screamed. "Don't you dare mention that damn bite! It does not define us! We shouldn't be the ones punished over that! We shouldn't have to be locked away like monsters, left to rot in a stinky old basement! We never done anything wrong!"
"Bon-Bon calm down!" Fred demanded, stepping over to the rabbits. "You're starting to get hysterical again."
"No, I'm not!" He snapped, turning to the younger bear. "And even if I am, don't I have a right to be!? I'm just tired of this! It's not our fault someone messed with our night mode, making us go haywire! It's not our fault the humans got too damn lazy to fix up poor Mangle making them glitch out every two seconds! It's not our fault the Bite happened! It's not our fault that a new human dies here every other damn day! So why are we the one punished? Why are we the ones locked away and only brought out to hurt some more!?" Bon-Bon let out a sob, knees shaking. He collapsed, Bonnie catching him before he fell on the ground. "I don't want to hurt people anymore. I don't want to be shut down and never see daylight again. I just want to sing for kids. Make people happy. Why…why can't we just have that?"
"Bon-Bon…" the purple rabbit whispered, hugging his counterpart tightly.
There was a silence as Bonnie continued to console the sobbing rabbit. Just then there was a click and Freddy was the one to look, seeing the sound came from Mr. Fazbear's door. "Oh boy, here we go…"
The second the old man laid eyes on the Toy animatronics, he knew hell would break loose soon. "What on earth…what the hell are you four doing out of the basement!?"
"M-mr. Fazbear," Chicky whispered nervously, her arms instantly holding on to Mangle to keep both of them calm.
Freddy went to explain, but Fred stepped up in front of him instead. "Fred, no…"
The smaller bear gave a confident smirk before addressing the man. "Hello, Mr. Fazbear. It has been awhile, hasn't it? Nine years it seems."
"You four are going back in the basement!" the man said, roughly grabbing Fred by the arm and trying to drag him. Fred remained in place as he watched the pathetic attempt of the human trying to push the possible several tons animatronic. "Are you quite finished?"
The owner let out a tired huff before shooting the bear a glare, he turned his attention over to the original four. "You idiots! You four are responsible for this, aren't you?"
"Mr. Fazbear, we didn't wake up the Toys," Freddy tried to explain. "They…there was an incident apparently in the basement earlier while we were performing."
"That is correct, sir," the younger bear agreed.
"I don't care about that," Mr. Fazbear growled. "What I do care about is that I have you four," he pointed at the Toys, "walking around out here when you should be out for the count down in the basement!"
Chicky bit nervously at her wing before standing up and approaching the man. "M-mr. Fazbear, may I make a suggestion?"
"No! I don't make deals with you machines!"
"Bu-but, I just figured we could return to the basement-."
"What!?" Bon-Bon snapped from the sideline.
"But you give us permission to stay on. Pl-please, please Mr. Fazbear don't deactivate us. We won't cause trouble. We'll stay in the basement during the day. Only come out when the guests have left, like right now."
Mr. Fazbear didn't seem to like that idea. He looked like he wanted to speak more, but there was a ringing from his office. He let out an annoyed huff before glaring up at his animatronics. "This isn't over. I'll decide what to do with you monsters later. For now, consider yourselves lucky." He gave one final glare before running off to his office, slamming the door behind him.
On the sidelines, near the entrance to the kitchen, the animatronics could see the human workers watching the exchange. When the humans noticed the robotic animals staring, they jumped in fright before running back in the kitchen.
"Well, I think I handled that pretty well," Fred said with a grin.
Freddy deadpanned at his counterpart. "Actually, I think Chicky mostly-."
"Anyways!" Fred shouted, changing up the topic again.
Freddy sighed, shaking his head, but the sincere smile couldn't be pushed away as he followed after the bear.
"So," Fred looked around at everyone. "We still have time before this Mike shows up for his night guard shift, but that leaves us with another problem. From how it sounds like we were treated after our deactivation, I doubt Mr. Fazbear ever took the time to call back Scott and fix up our A.I. chips, and by that I mainly mean our night modes."
"So, you guys will still act just as violent as you did back at the old place?" Bonnie questioned.
"That's the theory." Fred looked over at his counterpart. "Any ideas so we don't risk hurting Mike?"
"Hmm, this would be tricky…"
"Oh! Freddy! Freddy! Idea!" Chica shouted, stepping up.
"Yes, Chica?"
"Uh," Chica seemed nervous about her idea, running a hand along the back of her head. "Why don't we just all stay in the basement? It can lock, right? Mikey can just unlock the doors at six and everything can go on as normal."
Freddy frowned. "Well if only it could be that simple. We are all very aggressive at night. Especially with the Puppet's influence."
"I see where ya going with this, Freddo," Bonnie said.
"What did I say about that nickname…?"
Bonnie ignored the comment before speaking up again. "We could just end up barging down the door. Mikey's doors would be hard to take down with brute force, I mean they are made of freaking metal. But the basement door? It's just plain wood. Just one of us could smash that thing to pieces without even trying."
"O-oh," Chica pouted, seeing how her plan could fail.
The other chicken animatronic didn't seem fully convinced, placing a tender wing under her beak as she contemplated everything. "Well, you guys could do that easily…" she gestured to the four originals, "but us, well I'm not so sure."
"What on earth do you mean, Chicky?" Fred questioned. "We may be smaller than them, but we are just as strong."
"Yeah but think about it Fred! We act like weak and mindless zombies during our night mode. All we know at that time is to locate any person in the building. Unless we come across something that could be dangerous, we are as docile as we can be. The only time we do get…aggressive," Chicky gulped when she remembered how bad those times can be, "is when we do locate a person and our stupid coding make us instantly see them as a threat! Buuuuut, if we are locked in the basement at night…" she trailed off, hoping her leader would get where she is going.
"Then we will never even be able to come across Mike! We won't start using our strengths until a human is within our scanner! Chicky you are a genius!"
"I always did say I was the brains of our group."
Foxy still seemed worried. "That all seems well and good, but…but what if you four do get out? What then? I doubt with the rest of the week the rest of us will have enough sanity to ward you all off while trying to stop ourselves."
Freddy nodded his head. "I agree too. It's still a bit risky. I trust you all might not break down the door, but we can never know for sure."
"Theeeeeennnnnn…" Chicky went back to her thinking pose, trying to come up with a plan b.
"O-o-o-oh!"
All turned to the quiet Mangle who gave a harsh twitch, an arm spinning around once before resting.
"Wh-wh-ttttttt Fr-fred-fred-freddyyyyy ma-maaaask?"
The others listened patiently before realizing what Mangle said.
"A Freddy mask!" Bon-Bon smiled. "That did use to work on us in the past. Don't we have any spare ones here?"
"I believe so," the older bear answered. "I think last time Scott was here he left a pile of emergency supplies for us in case we needed them."
"Boom, problem solved!" Bonnie said with a cheer.
"Well, let's leave the spare mask as a plan B, Bonnie," Freddy suggested. "I know it would always trick the Toys in their night mode, but that thing isn't exactly the easiest for a human to wear and work in. Mike would still need to take the mask off to check the cameras and just move around easily. So basically, my spare mask will be a backup plan if the Toys escape and we just can't stop them. Hopefully, Mike won't have to worry about using the mask at all, but it wouldn't hurt to have it on handy for him."
"So," Bon-Bon started, "from what it sounds like we are returning to that ugly basement…gross…" He suddenly straightened up, making a beeline to the bathroom. "Well, I am not returning there until I clean up my fur. Be right back! Don't wait up~"
"Still a big germaphobe I see," Bonnie commented as he watched his counterpart walk off.
"Actually, I would say Toy Bonnie has more of a case of automysophobia," Freddy explained with a smile. "Fear of getting dirty."
Bonnie gave Freddy an incredulous look, shaking his head and arms slouching down dramatically. "How…how on earth would you know that on the top of your head! Who just knows these big words and their definition in seconds without looking it up?"
"I do," Freddy defended.
"You couldn't possibly-You're a nerd! You are such a big freaking nerd!" Bonnie threw his hands in the air as he walked back to the stage to get his guitar. "My brother is a freaking nerd people!"
"Oh, my goodness, are you serious, Bonnie. Why do you have to act like this all the time? I swear…"
The two broke out in a playful fight, Bonnie continuing his name calling of Freddy and Freddy just reprimanding the rabbit for his behavior.
Fred chuckled along with Chicky as he approached Foxy and Chica. "I see they haven't change much over the years."
Foxy grinned, crossing his arms. "Aye, but it be nice, ya know? Those two always know how to work off the other. I don't know, maybe it be because they've spent a long time with just each other before Chica and I were made and after Golden and Spring were put away."
Fred nodded. "Golden and Spring," he commented hearing the names. "I wonder what they were like. I know it's pointless asking you two, but they must have been interesting. They were the very first animatronics after all."
"Aye. I heard a little bit from Freddy in the past, not a lot though. I'm learning more though thanks to Mike's influence." He grinned when he noticed Fred's curious look. "Ah, right, ye wouldn't know. Because Mikey wants so badly to help us, Cap'n Freddy agreed to tell Mike everything that has happened since he was made in the good ol' Fazbear history."
"Everything?" Fred asked shocked.
"Aye, everything." He frowned, remembering the story from last night. "Did you know about the child that died at the diner location?"
Fred and Chicky looked stunned hearing that, a slight about of worry gracing their features. "N-no. I don't think I was ever told. Did…did that really happen?"
Chica was the one to answer next. "Yeah, apparently not long after Freddy was made, a little boy was killed outside the old diner location. It's part of the reason why the previous location was bought."
The two Toys shared a look before glancing back over at Freddy who was still arguing with Bonnie, despite the fond smile gracing his features. "And let me guess, Freddy hasn't told anyone about that until last night."
"Yeah," Chica nodded at Fred's question. "You know Freddy. That old bear is too stubborn to let us take some of that emotional pain off his chest."
"Trust me, I know," the younger bear agreed.
Chicky chuckled, gently whacking the Toy leader on the back of his head. "You're no better, you big idiot."
Fred grinned at her, rubbing where she hit him.
"Anyways," Foxy spoke up again. "You four should stick around to hear more of Freddy's story. Mikey should be here an hour or so before his shift and we're gonna hear what Cap'n has to say next."
The bear thought it over before smiling. "This Mikey must really be special. For Freddy and the rest of you all to go to such lengths I mean." He shifted in his spot, crossing his arms. "And for him to do the same, well I would be lying if I said I wasn't interested in meeting this Mikey."
"Oh, he's a good lad," Foxy commented. "You all will love him, and he'll love all of you."
"I can't wait to meet him, Foxy." Chicky offered the fox a smile. "You've spoken so much about him, I can tell you love Mikey a lot."
"Well of course I do. He's me first matey. The first child who ever…" Foxy trailed off, a memory flashing in his mind. He suddenly felt nervous and uncomfortable before clearing his throat. "Ya know what? As much as I would love to continue talk about this, it is a bit of a personal tale to tell, and I don't feel I should say it without Mike's permission."
"Yet another story," Fred joked. "How many of these stories do we all have to tell?"
"Yar, with a history like the Fazbear family, how could we not."
Fred couldn't stop the laugh that came. It was a bit of dark humor in his eyes, from all that he does know about the history of the Fazbear company, but still managed to bring a bit of amusement to him.
"Anyways, we still got some time before Mikey. Why don't we catch you all up on some minor stuff that has happened here since you all were shut down. Why, I think it was last month when Chica tried to stuff a full pizza down her throat."
"Foxy!" Chica shouted embarrassed "Don't tell them about that!"
"Yar har har! It took weeks for the cleaning crew to fix up Chica's endoskeleton. Oh! Or this one-time Bonnie…"
The night continued as thus with all the animatronics chatting along happily about random silly stories. It kept like this until eleven struck and Mike decided to come in even earlier than last time.
"Hey guys! I'm he-here…?" Mike trailed off when he noticed the Toy animatronics standing by the stage. The cleanup crew was no where in sight and judging by the quietness of the building they must have left early. "Uuuuuh?"
"Mikey!" Chica greeted the guard first, running to the boy and hugging him tightly. "I made a fresh pizza for you! Chicky helped me actually! Oh, you are gonna love Chicky's cooking! She's just as good as me!"
"I-I…what?"
Freddy laughed, walking over to the two. "Chica, you are confusing the poor boy. He's never met the Toys, remember?"
"Oh yeah."
"Freddy? What's going on? Who are they?" Mike looked at the new animatronics. "They look like you guys, but shinier…" He gasped, eyes going wide. "You guys aren't being replaced, are you!?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down Mikey. No one is getting replaced." Freddy guided Mike through the showroom and closer to the Toys. "These guys used to be our replacements, long ago at our previous location, but after some, let's call them accidents, they were shut down and we took their place." The bear cleared his throat as he made a wild gesture with his hands as he spoke the next bit. "Mikey allow me to introduce you to the Toy animatronics. Toys, this is Mikey."
"Pleasure to finally meet you, Mikey." The guard looked to see the smaller bear stand up and extend a hand to the guard. Mike took that time to familiarize himself with his appearance, taking in the rounder face and rosy cheeks. "I am Toy Freddy, but I prefer to go by Fred for short."
"Hey…" Bonnie spoke up, getting the others attention. "Maybe we should start calling Fred by Freddo!"
"Stop!" both bears said together, glaring at the giggling rabbit.
"A-anyways…" Fred said, straightening his bowtie before gesturing to the other Toys. "This here is-."
"I think we can introduce ourselves, Fred dear," the light blue rabbit said, giving a challenging look at Fred. He turned on his heels, giving a bright round smile. "Hello, dearie! Aren't you just the cutest little night guard I have ever met! Oh, I bet you were absolutely adorable as a kid. I'm kinda jealous of Bonnie and the others for meeting you as a child."
"Don't be creepy, Bon-Bon," Bonnie chuckled.
"Right, sorry." The younger rabbit cleared his throat, running his paw through the tufts of fur at the top of his head. "I'm Bon-Bon. I really don't like going by Toy Bonnie. Way too long, wouldn't you agree, Mikey dear?"
"Uuuh?" Mike gave a shaken smile, a bit thrown off by the rabbit's personality. "Nice to meet you Bon-Bon." Like with Fred, Mike took this time to get a closer look at the bunny, taking notice of the make-up like design that was going on and Mike's smile steadied. "Wow, so I'm guessing when they made the counterpart for Bonnie, they decided to make you into a second girl for the group. That's so cool!"
Bon-Bon went stiff instantly at the comment, his smile stuck in place.
Fred went into a frenzy of laughter, head being thrown back, a hand resting at his closed eyes and another arm wrapping around his stomach. Chicky sighed, shaking her head and placing a wing to her temple. "Here we go…" she muttered, knowing exactly how this was about to play out.
Mike looked over, tilting his head and raising a brow at Fred's reaction to what he said. He jumped when he heard a snap back at the blue rabbit and instantly, he seized up in fear. Bon-Bon was still smiling, but Mike could feel the raw anger flaming out from within the bunny.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha! You must be confused, sweetie. I'm actually a boy!"
"O-oh!" Mike said, understanding now. "I'm sorry."
Fred wiped a tear of mirth from his eyes, placing a hand on Mike's shoulder. "Oh, Mike, Foxy was right. I do love you now." He laughed some more, gaining Bon-Bon's glare instead of the guard. "And don't you worry. Most have mistaken Bon-Bon as a pretty little female in one part of their life." He moved over to sling an arm over the rabbit and smiled at his brother. "Oh, don't give me such a look. Mike said it, not me."
"Oh, like you wouldn't have tried to find the opportunity to make fun of my appearance, fatso!"
Fred's expression dropped at the comment. "How many times must I tell you, I'm not fat. Animatronics can't get fat…"
"And we have no real gender either, yet I'm still a guy." Bon-Bon smirked. "And you are still fat."
"Aaaand we are gonna introduce Mikey to the others before you two start tearing each other from limb to limb," Freddy announced, purposely stepping between the two and grabbing Mike, guiding him over to the other two animatronics he has yet to meet.
"I started something, didn't I?" Mike asked in a whisper.
"Trust me, with those two, it was bound to happen anyways," Freddy whispered back.
A much thinner chicken, at least when compared to Chica stepped up to Mike next, smiling wide. "I'm Toy Chica. But I usually just go by Chicky. Nice to meet you, Mike." She pointed Mike over to the damaged fox animatronic. He felt his expression lower at noticing how the fox animatronic was almost completely mutilated, twisted and turned in odd angles. "And that is Mangle." Chicky introduced. "Or Toy Foxy. They…" she sighed. "They were damaged a lot in the past and never really got repaired. Their voice box is also damaged almost beyond repair. It's difficult for them to speak."
Mangle gave a stiff wave after some time. "H-h-helloooooo."
Mike smiled, but it was a sad one. "Are they okay? That kind of looks painful."
"I-I-I'm fiiine," Mangle reassured with a wave of their paw.
Chicky nodded. "Yeah, they are fine. They need help moving around from time to time, but Mangle gets by."
"Well, it's nice to meet you guys, but I just have to ask. Why are you out here?" Mike asked everyone.
All seemed to hesitate, exchanging looks. Freddy decided to answer for everyone. "There was an incident earlier today. We didn't plan it, but the Toys were activated again by accident. We don't have it in our heart to deactivate them, so they are gonna stick around…as long as Mr. Fazbear doesn't say otherwise…"
Bon-Bon scoffed. "He better not."
"Toy Bonnie…" Freddy warned in a scolding tone. He successfully silenced the rabbit. "Anyways, there is an issue with them being out. They also tend to act up at night, like us."
"S-so, I have to defend myself from eight animatronics tonight?"
"Oh, I hope not," Freddy reassured. "No, we have a plan. They act a bit differently then us four. They are still dangerous to be near at night, but in a different extent. So, our plan is to keep them locked up in the basement at night to keep them at bay. The rest of us would join, but we fear we may break down the door if we were down there."
"I see."
"Aaaand, just in case they do get out somehow," Freddy reached behind him and as if by magic, pulled up an empty Freddy mask and handed it to the guard. "This mask will be your plan B."
"Uuuuh, how is an animatronic mask going to save me, exactly?"
"Oh, you see dearie," Bon-Bon went to explain, "we Toys have a few more tricks up our sleeves. We were made to be more advance than the other four. We have it all, facial recognition advanced mobility, etcetera, etcetera~"
"The point is," Freddy went back to explaining. "They can see and recognize their surroundings and the people in the surroundings much better than us. Unfortunately, something happened when they were given their night mode. It glitched out bad. Originally the Toys were supposed to be able to recognize criminals and other dangerous situations by just their scanners. It works during the day, but at night they see every adult human as a threat and kind of…"
Mike understood where Freddy was going and nodded, raising a hand up. "I get it. No need."
"So anyways, the human workers came up with a solution to trick the Toys during the night. The mask makes them think you are another animatronic. Obviously, they can tell you are just a normal human right now, but at night they won't be able to tell the difference in the slightest."
"We've seen the trick work," Bonnie commented. "Kind of silly to see them think a human with a mask twice the size of their head is a normal animatronic."
"Hey, don't make fun, not our faults," Bon-Bon huffed.
"I see." Mike tested the mask, seeing how hard it was to keep over his head without it tilting to the side and blocking his vision. "Okay, yeah, I see why this is plan B already. Can barely keep my head still without it falling over. No way I could do the rest of what I need to do at the same time."
"Exactly my thinking." Freddy ruffled Mike's hair. "So smart."
Foxy stepped over to Mike, offering a reassuring look. "So, that be the plan for tonight. Ya still gonna deal with us four like usual, but the Toys will be kind of kept aside."
"Got it!" Mike looked over at Mr. Fazbear's office, seeing it was still closed tight. "So, has the old man seen you four yet?"
"Oh of course," Fred answered. "Wasn't happy in the slightest. He doesn't tend to like us, or anyone for that matter."
"Yeah, I noticed." Mike gave a heated glare at the door as if his boss was standing there. "Well, I'm not gonna let that prick ruin my fun time here with you guys. Speaking of which…" he gave a grin, looking over at the older bear. "Story time!"
Freddy laughed, shaking his head. "You know this isn't a happy story and yet you treat it like one."
"What can I say, I love gaining information. And what better information is the type that can help me find a way to save you guys?"
"Wow. He really is noble," Chicky commented.
"Hmm?"
Chicky gave a smirk. "We've been hearing a lot about you, Mikey. All good things of course."
Mike gave an embarrassed giggle. "Wo-wow, you guys been talking about me? I'm flattered."
Freddy shuffled Mike's hair again. "Well can you blame us? You are a part of our family and the Toys needed to hear just how amazing you are." The bear gave a fond look towards Mike before settling against a table carefully. "Now then, story time?"
"Story time."
Freddy couldn't help the amused feeling he got from the young man. "Okay, where to start?" He recalled where he left off and instantly his mood dampened. "Oh, know where to start…"
"After what happened with the little boy, right?" Mike asked hesitantly.
The older bear nodded, lowering his gaze. "Yeah. I really wish it all ended there, but it just didn't. The restaurant was closed down since the incident. No costumer wanted to come to the diner that was known as the place where a child was killed. That didn't bother Fredbear, Spring and I, but we were not taking all the new development easy. I think I took it the hardest actually."
The air became tense as Freddy started to get into the meat of his story, letting the memories play out before his eyes.
Thank you for taking the time to read to this point! I really appreciate it. I figured if you bothered to get to this point you must be interested lol. Well if you did enjoy I hope you are excited about more chapters. I'm currently typing up chapter 5 at the moment this is being sent out, so I'm ahead of the game for once.
Anyways please leave comments, I would appreciate it. I'll see you all next time!
