It was dark when the first group of people arrived in the auditorium.
"A bear?" One teen asked, "Lame."
"Hah, lookit that bunny." His friend said, "What do they think we are, twelve?"
"Good one." Another friend replied, clapping him on the back.
"Look at that chicken." A mother said as she came in with a small hoard of toddlers in party hats. "I'm not sure if I want that ugly thing here with my kids."
"Hey, ya gonna do somethin' or what?" Shouted a teen boy, grabbing a decorative cupcake a la Chica from the table and threw it at the bear with the bow and top hat. It bounced off the white bass in its big, brown paws and settled on the floor.
Another giggle, then the body of the bear snapped open, revealing it's folded up contents.
"My God! It's a chick!"
She slid out of the bear, falling on her back with her legs crossed at the ankles.
Dollface grabbed her bass from Freddy Fazbear's hand as she stood, unwinding herself. She yawned with a groan then snapped her jaws. She'd felt comfortable there.
Like she was supposed to be in the belly of a mechanical beast.
The beast would be left there for the rest of the restaurant's promising existence, just an attraction.
An exhibit.
A memorial to this glorious night of stardom.
Princess followed Dollface and giggled with false gusto, grabbing her y-shaped guitar from Bonnie's paws as she fell, all legs, flipping to her bare knees and finally ripped off a rhythm pattern, stopping ponderously to let Izzy fall out of the chicken's tummy.
Dolli Mae joined, grabbing her keyboard on her way down from the fox, and matched the chord rhythm as Wolfie climbed out of her gift box. Wolfie kicked a corner, making it collapse to reveal the electric drum kit. She pulled up and stood behind it.
Dollface looked at Princess, remembering something nearly forgotten in the rush of growing up. She nodded, glad Princess saw and could return the gesture.
Princess, now standing in purple ankle boots, let the red guitar rip, making the dissonant chords ring out among the quickly filling audience.
Dollface looked at the camera broadcasting the show and then looked for the proud faces of William and Henry in their suits. That was all she wanted after months of rehearsals and performances and stress; for them to be happy.
She wanted to make them proud.
Dollface felt a twinge in her lower back when she found them.
She scanned the crowd, hands idling on strings, stomach dropping when she saw a thin, pale face, sickly cat smile staring her down.
He came. Michael registered uncle Sebbie first, Dollface swallowing hard.
She glanced at Princess and Izzy again, nerves peaking now that someone she knew was here.
The room had quickly become packed, with some patrons leaving uninterested and others arriving just as quickly. Dollface eyed the Yuppie in the corner and the horde of children surrounding the total 'Karen', the only person glad to hear Fleetwood Mac.
Dollface felt the tingling, then felt something hit her like a bad idea in a thunderstorm. Her knees shook, blue garters holding up her fishnets suddenly making her itchy. She looked at the matching girls on either side of her, Izzy in her bib and feather trimmed dress. Then Princess, in a purple marchioness dress and red tie playing intently.
Dollface's breath shook, unable to go on with this song.
Her vision blurred as the world melted, shaped, rammed, changed, all as her hands suddenly stopped playing the intro. No one seemed to notice this undetectable shift in time, but she kept playing, growing angry.
Princess's eyes met with Dollface's.
They nodded in silent understanding, and Princess let a high-pitched wail be released from her guitar.
Dolli Mae's eyes lit up, seeing that there'd been a change of plan and began noodling around on the keytar.
Wolfie's drumsticks collided loudly with the drum machine's padded heads, hair flying around her as she slammed forward, happy to lose herself for the opening number of the show. Princess's guitar wailed, and soon, even the precocious Izzy was tapping her tambourine along with them. Dollface's bass rumbled, making the audience get up and hit the tacky dance floor by the stage.
They slowed down just enough so that Wolfie, ever the contrarian, could begin singing into her head set like a sleazy car salesman behind her drum set. "Two trailer park girls go 'round th'outside, 'round th'outside, 'round th'outside!"
"Ooooh!" Dolli Mae cooed over her banging keytaur as Wolfie shouted the next line, keeping time on her snare, "Two trailer park girls go 'round th'ouside, 'round thj'outside!"
They'd been told to keep it reasonable, but a heavy metal remix seemed to be in order.
"Guess who's back! Back again!" Princess responded, waving to the crowd to join as the other girls joined in on the chant.
"Guess who's back! Tell a friend!"
Dollface rattled on her bass, stomach dropping as the thought of Uncle Sebbie sitting in the audience.
"Freddy's back! Tell a friend!"
"Freddy's back! Freddy's back! Freddy's back!"
A weird honk was subbed out with a guitar riff by Princess, unmistakably stolen from the Footloose soundtrack.
"Ay, Ay, Ay!" Dolli Mae thrust her hips forward, hands never stopping as they ran like spiders on her keytar.
Snap!
"I've created a monster! 'Cause nobody wants t'see Dollie no more," Dollface spat into her headset, a la the Spice Girls, "They want Freddy, I'm chopped liver!"
Dollface couldn't help but grin at the parents dancing with there toddlers down below, bomb ready to drop in seconds, "Well, if ya want Freddy, this is what I'll give ya!"
"A lil bit o'me mixed wit'some hard liquor!"
"Then a shock when I get shocked at the hospital by the doctor when I'm not cooperating," Princess practically screamed into her headset, flat voice aiding in the jarring sounds of Eminem and hard rock, "When I'm rocking the table while he's operating."
"Hey!" Wolfie barked, grinning, "'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag an'ovulatin'!"
"I know-that you got a job, Ms. Cheney, but yer husband's heart problems' complicatin'" Dollface laughed as Izzy shimmied with her tambourine.
"So the FCC won't let me be or let me be me so let me see," Dolli Mae picked up happily, nasally voice matching the synth's cantor, "They tried t'shut me down on MTV, but it feels so empty without me!"
"Now this looks like a job fer me, so er'rybody, just follow me!'!" Shouted the girls as the roar of an engine surrounded them, "'Cause we need a lil controversy…"
"'Cause it feels so empty without me!" Dollface twisted and rolled her white bass on her hips, practically grinding against it as the sound of singing chainsaws ripped free from Princess's grasp.
"I said 'this looks like a job for me'! Princess yowled, "So everybody, just follow me!"
"'Cause we need a lil controversy!" Shouted a group of sloppy looking boys inching closer to the stage.
"'Cause it feels so empty without me!" Dollface said, voice dropping into a melodic growl.
Like a purr.
She forgot she could still make the sounds she could with just her voice alone, "Lil hellions-"
"Kids feelin' rebellious!" Wolfie shouted over the music.
Dollface gulped, beginning on the next line. She needed Michael for strength, an idea forming in her mind. "Embarrassed that their parents still listen t'Elvis!"
Dollface looked into the darkened audience for Sebastian again, or maybe Regina, a familiar face that she knew wasn't expecting anything from her.
Dollface couldn't see very well past the dining area or the dance floor just a few feet away from the stage now that they were flooded with flashing, colorful lights.
"They feel like prisoners, helpless," She had to fight the urge to nervously lick her painted lips, "Till someone on a mission comes along and yells-!"
"Bitch!" Dolli Mae laughingly sang, all band members knowing that they were out of line and now surrounded by boys on all sides.
"A visionary, vision is scary!" Dollface picked up, " Could start a revolution, pollution' th'airwaves!"
"So just let me revel and bask in the fact that I got everyone kissin' m'ass, an'it's a disaster, such a catastrophe," Dolli Mae waxed, "Fer ya t'see so damn much o'm'ass ya ask fer me"
"Well I'm back-" Dollface started.
"Nana-na nana-na," The Fazbear Girls' feral howled teased and snickered as they released the familiar Batman theme at the audience filled with boys and even a few teen girls crawled closer to them.
"Fix yer bent antenna, tune it in an'then I'm gonna enter in up under ya skin like a splinter," Izzy sang with an angry blade cutting her childlike voice, making her sound like an adult, "The center of attention back fer th'winter."
"I'm interestin', th'best thang since wrestlin', infestin' yer kids ears an'nestin'," Wolfie hollered in a mocking tone, "'Testing attention please', feel th'tension soon as someone mentions me!"
"Here's my ten cents, m'two cents is free, a nuisance, who sent, you sent fer me?" Dollface rasped into the mic, catching a glimpse of Afton, frowning.
She gulped and continued, preparing for her opening acrobatics.
Michael begged her not to, telling her that Afton was pissed already.
A group of teen boys in the back were hollering loudly, attention grabbed by the balls as they waved at her.
Good, now she had a target.
She looked down at the forming most pit below her, and began making her entrance plan.
"Now this looks like a job fer me, so everybody just follow me," Dollface said, slipping her platform boots off and choosing her target from the group, "'Cause we need a lil controversy!"
The girls around her danced with their instruments, gyrating and grinding on stage, too caught up in the moment to see what Dollface was planning.
Dollface put the bass down, knowing that they sounded off-kilter without it, but she was overtaken with the need as she rolled her hips, "It feels so empty without me!"
Dollface lept from the small stage and onto a table, letting the band continue singing the bridging chorus, "Now this looks like a job fer me so er'rybody, come follow me!"
Next table.
Dodging a plate of cake and some small children, Dollface dropped to her hands and knees, trying not to pant into the headset as angry parents pulled children away and older teen boys reached for her, desperate for a taste.
"We need a bit o'controversy!"
She dementedly crawled forward, then pushed a patron to one side. "'Cause it feels so empty without me!"
Dollface loudly snapped her jaws, getting closer and walked with hastened leisure, "Ya don't know me, ya too old, let go, its over, nobody listens to techno!"
She stood and lept to the next table, wings almost materializing as she landed gently next to her real target, "Now let's go, just give me the signal!"
She waved at the stunned band members to keep playing, even as she performed on tables.
"I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults, I've been dope, suspenseful with a pencil, ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol!" Dollface slammed onto her knees, grabbing the new teen boy's face like a condescending teacher, like Afton would when no one was looking, "But sometimes this shit just seems everybody only wants t'discuss me, so this must mean I'm disgusting!"
"But it's just me, I'm just obscene!"
"Yeah!" Wolfie barked, grinning evilliy, as Dollface's palms became sweaty.
She tried to hide her discomfort by grinning, looking into his darkened face. What did he see?
Was he afraid?
Interested?
What?
Dollface didn't care as brown feathers spiraled around her, and grabbed his face.
She leaned ever closer to his ear. He shivered.
She laughed as cruelly as she could and barked in his agape face, "KIDS!"
His friends surrounding him all stared wide eyed at her as she stood at the end of the long banquet table, hooping replaced with a trace.
"Na-na-na-na-na!" She knew they were jealous and could barely hold it in as she teased him with a schoolyard taunt, backed up by other teenagers, the Fazbear Girls, and oblivious children, "Na-na-na-na-na!
He was looking up at her, hidden eyes full of wonder and thirst as she rocked and waggled her tongue at him, Michael cursing her for doing something so stupid.
"Na-na-na-na-na'!" Dollface laughed loud and hoarsely right into his ear and pushed him hard. She stood as he fell off the bench and onto the tiles with a gasp. "Na-na-na-na-na!"
He looked up at her, towering over him on the table, "Na-na-na-na!"
She laughed and turned, jumping away to return to the stage as the music churned and pulsed like angry powertools, "Now y'all sing it!"
"Na-na-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na-na! Na-na-na-na!"
The song ended in a clash. Dollface bit her lip, laughing at how many parents were running to the door and taking kids with them. Teen boys were crowding around the stage, reaching for them.
Reaching for her.