(AN: A week or so after uploading, I changed my mind on something and removed the first half of this chapter. I hope everyone is alright with this sudden change and enjoy this version better.
Sorry, I'm awful at sticking to plans and rewrote Dollface and Friends about four times before publishing the version you see now 💀)
K-9 Storage Unit, Brighton, Oregon Late July, A Few Miles Outside of Hurricane, California, AKA 'The Birthplace of Freddy's', Night of the Fazbear Girls' Lock-in
The hungry rabbit jolted from its thirteen-years-long sleep, square teeth gnashing. The dirty rabbit was blue with a red tie and green eyes, a forefather of Freddy Junior's famous Toy Bonnie.
The rabbit had been rotting in a storage facility left abandoned in the forest near Fredbear's Family Diner, another forgotten destination of play on the road to Los Angeles.
Heaven! I'm in Heaven!
Green eyes flickering back and forth across the room, it struggled to its clunky, oversized feet, head too small for its long, gangly body. Despite this, its floppy, lifeless ears dragged against the storage building's low ceiling.
I'm in Heaven when you're near me!
The rabbit was alone, painfully alone as its little radio tuned into a station he once loved dearly.
Its wife and two of its children had wandered, scattering their souls across the Earth and away from him, same for the two engineers who'd walked in at a bad time.
The rabbit wished to be like them. He envied them and their ability to escape.
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak!
He kept grinding his too-square teeth, too-human eyes searching for what could have awoken him. It was too dark to see anything past the rotting remains of other animatronics and party supplies in the darkened facility.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek!
The thing that had initially revived his flashed again, a bright shine like the kind he'd seen in life angrily sparked.
Fear, and anger, and a sorrow so intense that he could feel it even from here.
When we're out together, dancing cheek to cheek!
A kind that made him want to reach out.
He'd always lived with a shine and lost it in death. The only shine he felt now was when his only remaining child wandered too close to the forest housing his tomb. But he couldn't quite remember her face in the dull gloom of his rotting brain
Yes Heaven, Heaven.
CLACK!
His jaws snapped shut, the transmission growing clear.
Someone was crying, sobbing, and shrieking.
Pain, needles, and an intruder were now coming through. Whoever was sending the signal was now choking and retching roughly, with loud splatters and splats.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!"
The rabbit jerked its head, ears rattling and smacking the ceiling.
He hoped it wasn't… Sylvie? Sarah? Oh, Sophie.
Sophie, the only one to survive the accident, purely by not being there.
Unlike…
Unlike…
The music that played whenever he activated abruptly changed as the screams were cut off with loud static.
Suitcase in your hand, wave goodbye to Mom and Dad…
He'd never heard this slow piece of music before, a man singing in a pained falsetto, heart pouring open into a dead man's ears.
Never thought I would see the back of yo- I'll stop the world and melt with yo- Born in the USA!
The rabbit clutched its head, letting out a dead man's groan, rotting black fluids and cylinder oils oozing from its rudimentary face as it fell in a clatter, misshapen body a walking transistor radio. All guilt of forgetting his own children's names and his own wife's face was now gone, the agony of being trapped inside of a bunny-shaped tomb was overtaking him as a female cover of Ballroom Blitz overwhelmed him.
"Are ya ready Freddy?"
"Uh-Huh!"
"Chica dear?"
"Bonnie baby?"
"Oh Yeah!"
"What about you, Marionette?"
"Hell yeah baby!"
"And you, Foxy?"
A loud guitar chugged loudly through his ears, loud enough to shake the room as the radio decided on that song. The drums rattled the remains of toy clowns and rotting animals.
Having never heard this song before, the rabbit panicked and tried to turn down its internal radio only for the music to chug louder, a distinct alto cutting through, backed up by chanting girls behind it.
They hit an interlude that quieted the background music, a smooth-voiced announcer asking, "Freddy, are you excited for your upcoming career as Lead in the Fazbear Girls?"
"Absolutely I do!" A cutesy girl's voice with a southern drawl giggled, "I can't wait fer LA!"
The music rumbled back up and continued to roar away as the rabbit lay very still, dead green eyes staring ahead, empty.
The music died away as a man read off some information.
"...And that was a sample from the Fazbear Girls' live performance recorded just hours ago. This is the group's opening debut here in Branson, Missouri. These five girls have been working with national entertainment group Fazbear's Incorporated to curate a new face for their brand of singing animatronics. These girls will be the forefront of what owners William Afton and Henry Emily are referring top as 'Project Unification'.
This project initially started out as the children's entertainment giant buying up companies like Bunny Smiles Incorporated and CTC Entertainment in order to expand their empire."
A woman cut in, "These girls, representing a wandering market of teens, will be a new face of Freddy's, but only a few locations will be graced with animatronics made in the likenesses of the five girls, while others will be renovated into Freddy Junior's Toyland restaurants, with revamped editions of the original animatronic mascots, Freddy, Foxy, Bonnie, Chica and the Marionette Doll. However, new waitressing uniforms will be released to all locations in honor of the rising Idol Group's likenesses, starting with lesser known mascot characters such as Balloon Boy and Baby Lizzie."
The man cut in again, "Idol Groups have been a rising model of performance popularized in Japan and Korea. But could the Fazbear Girls be successful using this model here in America? Discussion at Nine, tomorrow morning. In other news…"
The bunny filled its chest cavity with air and released it, air seeping through its long-rotted remains, liquid corpse dribbling as the radio fell silent again, the glow appearing faintly in the dark.
…My beautiful red children, where ever could you be?
Two Weeks After the Lock-In at Freddy's, Elmore Missouri, Cowatch Residence
"I gotcha now!" Dollface tackled Regina to the ground in front of the little house, laughing.
Regina managed to flip the situation and roll on top.
"Oh no ya don't!" Dollface snapped, grabbing a fistfull of loose lawn and grinding it into Regina's perfect blue-black hair.
"Hey!" Regina screamed, momentarily distracted and finding herself in a headlock, "I got this done last week!"
Continuing to roll in the mud and landing on the concrete sidewalk, the girls continued squabbling and wrestling, only to be stopped when pulled apart.
"Would you two stop that?"
They both blinked at the stranger.
Regina gulped, "B-but I was winning!"
"No ya weren't, I was!" Dollface lunged, grinning as Regina laughed, resuming their game.
The stranger, disgusted and too well dressed to be from around here, pointedly sidestepped the twins, who were currently coated in mud and party decorations from the day before.
You see, Dollface, a skinny little blonde who wore muddy combat boots, and her sister, Regina, who was never seen without a perm and raised outside the country due to unfortunate circumstances, had turned sixteen, and the house had been run amok with their friends.
"Is this the Cowatch residence?"
The girls stopped for real this time and looked up at the stranger on their now messy lawn.
"Y'all ain't from 'round here, are ya? Dollface asked dryly.
Something's wrong here. Michael said from somewhere in the back of her mind.
"It's nice to hear a voice like mine!" Regina piped up, suddenly more sociable, "I've been stuck in this town for months now!"
She pulled out a pack of Marlboros and a lighter, standing.
"How do?" She put out a hand, blowing some smoke.
The stranger, a short man in his thirties looked at her muddy hand, squinting with one eye.
The other was obscured with an eyepatch.
Regina nervously giggled and slapped her hand on her knee-length khakis, the other pulling the cigarette out of her mouth.
Dollface continued to glare as she stood, joining Regina.
She crossed her bare arms over her chest, collarbone length mane pulled back in a messy bun, showing her shaved back and sides.
"What brings you here, sir." Dollface said it like an insult.
Regina side-eyed a glare, then beamed at the stranger.
His black hair glowed blue under the early August morning's sun.
Sorta like Reggie's.
"Dollface. Reggie." Gramma barked, screen door slamming shut behind her, "Hose off and leave the shoes at the door. We have a guest."
"Wait, seriously?" Dollface asked, turning to her grandmother.
Muriel stood, lips pursed and glasses glinting from under the awning. She peeled off the dish gloves and dropped them on a porch chair.
"Is this the Cowatch residence?"
"Yes. Yes it is." Her usual cheery tone matched the clinical, cold one of the stranger. "Dollface, Wolfie needs help delivering Tanaka's flowers, after ya get cleaned up, I need ya t'do that. Take Courage with ya, he needs th'walk."
"But that'll slow me down!" Dollface whined, "Can't I just get everythin' done?"
"Take. Courage." Gramma leveled her eyes over her spectacles with Dollface. In an effort to avoid eye contact, her eyes dodged to the one in the stranger's skull.
The eye was similar to hers, dark and almond shaped.
His had a blue glow, much like Regina's though, while Dollface's were just a flat black.
She edged away, Regina still puffing away.
"Reggie, put that out and get hosed down." Gramma ordered, "Stop dawdling."
Muriel turned to the stranger, muttering, "Eustace is in th'kitchen drinkin' coffee. Come in."
The stranger subtly nodded and the girls trotted around the house, creeped out by him.
"What kinda weirdo wears a black overcoat in August?"
"Well, obviously he's from the UK. It's cold there, even at this time of year," Regina said.
Dollface has to believe her, considering Regina was the expert on such things.
"Yeah, but wouldn't he be better prepared? He looked rich."
"You're right. Could he be one of uncle Sebbie's friends? Or maybe he knows our father?" Regina hushed as Dollface turned the hose on with a series of loud squeaks.
"Always fixin' everyone else's house, never our own," She grumbled.
"Girls!" Gramma whipped the kitchen window over the sink open overhead, "Get cleaned up!"
She dropped a bulk bottle of off-brand dish soap.
"Whatcha tryna do, kill me!?" Dollface snapped, bottle nearly dropped on her head.
"Yes, now hurry up!" Muriel sarcastically snapped, adding, "Leave yer shoes at th'door too, can't be cleanin' again, now, can I?"
She snapped the window shut for emphasis, leaving Dollface and Regina holding the hose below.
"What's up with her?"
"I wouldn't know," Regina said, "She raised you, not me!"