"Testing auditory receptors. Hello? Can you hear me?"

Chica was roused from her deep slumber by a voice she had never heard before. To be fair, she had never heard any voices before. She had never been activated, after all. All she knew was a desire to make children happy.

She opened her eyes to see herself staring back at her. Odd, considering she wasn't standing in front of a mirror. She looked battered and worn, with wires coming out where her arms should have been. Her beak was dislocated, revealing another pair of teeth owned by the endoskeleton inside.

Chica looked down at herself, expecting to see the exact same appearance. Instead, her endoskeleton was bare, exposing circuits and wiring. She looked around, mortified at her appearance, but calmed down once she knew she was in Parts and Service. She was still following company policy.

"Hey." a hand snapped its fingers in front of Chica's face, causing her to follow the limb to its source: a dark-haired man wearing a technician's uniform. "Can you hear me?" he asked.

"Uh, yes," Chica said, noticing that her voice was deeper than the supplied voice lines, "I can hear you."

"That's great to hear," the tech said with a smile, "We'll get you up and running in no time." His words put her processor into overtime.

"I'm gonna be put into service?"

"That's right," the man nodded, "But first, we have to run a check-up on you. I'm Bill, by the way."

"Chica," the robot replied, offering her hand.

"No, you're not," Bill corrected, giving the metal appendage a firm shake.

"I'm not?"

"I'll explain once we're sure you're in good enough condition," the technician promised, kneeling next to the animatronic as he opened up a toolbox, "Now, can you tell me if you've experienced any oddities during the admittedly short time you've been active? Locked-up joints? Faulty servos?"

"Um, my voice sounds a little off."

"Yeah, I modified it a little. Has to do with these…special circumstances."

"How'd you do it so easily?" Chica suddenly became aware of another technician, this one with brown hair, standing in the open doorway. She frantically tried to cover her bare endoskeleton and began searching for a costume to put on.

Bill chuckled. "Don't worry, we're the only ones here. You don't have to worry about company policy."

"What about my question?" the other tech asked.

"Weren't you trained how to make adjustments on the animatronics?"

"Yeah, but I think it would take a few minutes to walk through based on memory. You did it in one."

"What can I say, Jack? Guess I just have a knack with these machines." Bill turned back to Chica. "Okay, I'm gonna make sure that there really isn't anything wrong with you. Lemme see your arms." As Chica complied, she glanced over the man's shoulder at the fully costumed characters. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica watched her with curious expressions, but Foxy just stared at her coldly. Whatever had him in a bad mood, it almost certainly had to do with her.


Marcus knocked on the door to Parts and Service as he stepped inside. "Mind if we talk?"

"Ye don't have to knock, lad," Foxy replied, "Come on in." The night guard sat down on the bench next to the pirate fox.

"I want to talk about Mangle."

"I've said what needs to be said about her."

"Listen, something happened between you and her, and I need to know what if I'm going to fix this. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica won't tell me, so I need you to explain it to me. Please." No response. "Fine, I'll just have to ask Mangle. Maybe she'll have some insight into this relationship." He got up to leave.

"One little glitch." Marcus looked back at the fox. "That's all it took to lock me away behind my old cove. Just a little tumble they were too cheap to fix. Even after all me years of service. Me and the others had just merged with the others, and I was already being put away.

"When they were going to upgrade us, I thought it was my chance to take the stage once more, only for it to be ripped away by the new models. I never had any problems with any of 'em, though. The new Foxy was a suitable successor, although their choices for a color palette were a tad strange.

But then they were looking for someone to replace him for some reason. I thought this time I would get a chance to play again. But they thought an old endoskeleton, not even with a Foxy chip, was a better choice than I was."

"That must have been rough," Marcus said, sitting back down next to the fox, "Getting cast aside again and again."

"The second one didn't sting too badly," Foxy replied, "It wasn't like I was the only one getting replaced. But they didn't need her. They had me!"

"Was he anything like you?" Marcus asked, causing Foxy to stare blankly at him, "Toy Foxy, that is."

"Pretty much. A pirate through and through. Although, maybe a bit more careful and patient. After all, he was placed with all the little tykes."

"Well, maybe they thought that whatever drove him crazy would drive you crazy the moment you plugged in. Maybe they thought a different character would be able to handle it better, and that's why they used Mangle."

"I can handle anything! I be a pirate!"

"So was he, and he still went nuts."

"I suppose," Foxy sighed.

"Come on, Foxy, she cares what you think about her. You were the first one she checked when we thought you had shut down or something. She didn't say a word when you chewed her out for "killing" me after you guys pulled me out of the vent. She immediately apologized when she woke you up. You need to give her some credit, she tries to make you proud of her. You need to apologize to her, Foxy. Please.

"I…I guess I owe the lass that much," the pirate fox said.

"Wonderful. Now about what you said about me dying…"

"Maybe another time, lad."


"Everything seems normal," Bill said, "Now let's get you into place." He let Chica get to her feet and led her outside. She hesitated at the door, but the techs managed to coax her out.

"Why do you need me?" she asked, nervously eyeing the hallways, still covering her skeleton with her arms.

"Well, one of the other animatronics has become…belligerent," Bill explained, "Normally, we'd just take their chip out and put it in a new one, but this is a special occasion. This one's been through a lot, and we can't just take out his chip. He won't let us, and it's stuck in there anyway. This is going to sound crazy, but we're going to try melding your skeleton onto him and rewire you to take over control. Do you understand?"

"Uh, yes," Chica said.

"Wonderful. Let's get started, then."

Chica was led to Kid's Cove, where a mangled white and pink fox stumbled around, grabbing at his head. He whirled around at the sound of footsteps, growling at his guests.

"You…" he said, his one functional eye locking onto Bill, "Now what are you going to do to me?"

"I'm telling you again, Toy Foxy, whoever you think caused you pain was not a member of this establishment," Bill said calmly, "In any case, you are a danger to the children, and we are here to make sure you don't hurt anyone." The fox peered past the two humans at the metal being they brought with, his eyes widening.

"No! Stay back!" Toy Foxy roared, baring his metal teeth, but backing away at the same time, "You're not putting anything else inside of me!"

"Restrain him," Bill said to Jack, who nervously approached the mass of metal. Toy Foxy stepped back into the wall, then reared back to fight off the technicians. Chica dove to tackle the animatronic, slamming both of them against the wall and sending Chica into darkness.


"Hey, are you alright?" Chica opened her eyes and looked up at Bill kneeling over her.

"I'm okay," she said, her voice garbled. She tried to stand up, but her three legs made it hard to maneuver. One more leg than she remembered having. She looked down to find herself in the body of the fox that they had planned to put her in. "So, we did it?"

"Yeah, we did." Bill said softly.

As she lifted her gaze to the man in front of her, Chica caught sight of red stains on his hands. "Where's Jack?"

Bill sighed. "Toy Foxy…he bled out before I could do anything." He shuffled aside to reveal the other technician's crimson-stained corpse. Mangle couldn't feel sick, being a robot, but she desperately wanted to. She wanted to vomit, to eject the sickening feelings from her body, but there was nothing she could do to purge the feeling in her metal gut.

"No…I-I tried to save him, I tackled Toy Foxy to save him."

"This place isn't well known for its safety," Bill muttered, "I should've figured that out after the fifth body they found in those suits." He began to walk off, then said, "I need to fill out some paperwork. Why don't you get used to your new body?"

Bill rounded a corner and left Chica truly alone in the dark. After several tries and just as many landings on her new snout, she managed to get the hang of moving around with an extra appendage. She glanced down at Jack's body, and the nausea hit her all over again. She wondered if there was any of the young man's blood staining her teeth, or gathered in the corner of her mouth. Then she heard a whisper in the back of her skull.

I want my body back.


Sorry about a cliffhanger, this chapter was getting so long that I wasn't comfortable just putting out the whole chapter at once, and besides, you don't deserve to wait if one chapter is done. Hopefully the fact that I split the chapter in two isn't two obvious and is seamless enough to be acceptable. You won't have to wait much longer for part two of this. It's almost done.