A/N: Before you read, I'd like to clarify a few things here.
1. This is a sequel to That Old Place, another fic of mine based on FNAF 1.
2. In this series, FNAF 2 is the chronological sequel to FNAF 1 and none of the other games have any relevance. (beyond some elements of FNAF 3)
3. The Mangle is called Vixey in this, and I had to come up with a redesign in my mind since she's not destroyed in this version of the story. In the games, "the Mangle" is just a nickname that staff gave the animatronic after children started picking it apart. Also, for the purposes of this story, Vixey will be a female robot.
STORY RECAP:
In November of 1993, nearly six years after the murders and the Bite, the gang discover a newspaper on the table one night announcing that their restaurant will be shut down within a week's time. Shortly after, they discover the Puppet in the backroom who informs them that he has plans to kill William Afton, the man who murdered five children years before. After attempting to paralyze Chica, Afton gets himself cornered in the backstage room and accidentally gets himself killed by hiding in a springlock costume, which crushed his body. In the nights after, tensions grow and their trust in each other begins to falter, leading to major fights between Freddy, Bonnie, and Foxy. In their final moments alive, Foxy reveals to the others that he knew of an upcoming replacement restaurant starring new replacement characters that would be taking their places. They all get shut down, believing themselves to be dead forever, which brings us to the modern day.
He was never going to feel pain again.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The old bear's endoskeleton head was beginning to whir once more with low, resonating vibrations of energy. It was just barely enough to get his "brain" working again, if you could even call it a brain. He looked at his hands and it quickly occurred to him that he was still, in fact, a robot. An animatronic performer. For whatever reason, he felt surprised that he wasn't a human.
The bear tried to make sense of the sentence echoing in his brain. 'He was never going to feel pain again'? It felt like it was an old, incoherent thought that had been stuck in his brain for the longest time, that he couldn't yet remember the context for. It felt like a dying memory.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bear concentrated his energy on opening his eyes. His vision was blurry and he was not able to make out the details of the room he was trapped within, but he knew one thing. He wasn't at his own restaurant anymore.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
His head began to pound with some kind of internal frustration with the banging sound that was occupying his ears. The robot was beginning to remember some core details about itself. His name was Freddy Fazbear, the character who sang with his bandmates in his old restaurant, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Slight details about his friends who he worked with began to pop back up in his mind. Bonnie - purple bunny, guitarist, anger problems. Chica - yellow chicken, back-up vocalist, too sweet for her own good. But there was one other character in that restaurant that he didn't like, but he couldn't quite remember-
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Open up!" roared a dangerous-sounding voice that Freddy knew all too well.
"Pipe down, Foxy," mumbled Freddy, mustering what little energy he could into helping himself up into a sitting position on the floor. "Where are we?"
"That," said Foxy, "is a mystery that has yet to be solved."
Freddy rubbed his head and looked around. They were both locked inside of a dark room with shadows enveloping every corner. Normally, this wouldn't be an issue for him due to his night-vision, but it was barely working for him. He desperately looked around the room for his bandmates and felt the floor beside him. If they were actually in that room, then they were hidden in the dark.
"Any idea where the others might be?" said Freddy.
"Don't know," said Foxy. "Don't really care, either."
Freddy sighed. "I can see you haven't changed a bit."
"Nope," said Foxy. "Never will."
The old pirate fox looked to be in rough shape. He and Freddy had fought twice shortly before they were shut down by the pizzeria manager, and the second fight left Foxy crawling on his knees. He was standing up now, but he was obviously having trouble as his body was extremely shaky. His arms had gruesomely exposed wiring, and parts of his metal framework were visible. The machine equivalent of a man's flesh and bones being exposed to the world. The entire lower half of Foxy's torso was torn to shreds, and most morbidly of all, his eye was missing from when he had to tear it out defending himself in his first fight against the bear.
"You look terrible," said Freddy.
"Yeah, well." Foxy stood back from the door to examine himself, apparently impressed by his state. "My bones must be made of steel, I ain't missin' any limbs or nothin'."
"You're half skeleton," said Freddy.
"Are you concerned?" said Foxy.
Freddy chose not to respond to that. "What if there are humans in the building?"
Foxy stopped swinging his hook at the metal blockade. "Hadn't thought of that. Think they mighta hired a new night guard after all these years?"
"Let's hope not," said Freddy.
Just then, the two of them heard a pair of approaching footsteps outside the room.
"Damn it, Foxy!" hissed the bear, playing dead.
Foxy took a step to the side of the door, keeping his hook up. His one remaining eye was locked onto the knob.
"Uh...hello?" said a sweet, feminine, robotic voice. "Vixey?"
"What?" whispered Freddy. "Who the hell's Vixey?"
"Shit!" said Foxy, trying to keep as quiet as possible. "I know where we are!"
Freddy's eyes darted between the fox and the door. "And that is?"
"We're at the replacement pizzeria!" said Foxy. "This has gotta be the backstage room or somethin'!"
The girl came closer to the door and said, "Is someone there?"
Foxy stepped back in front of the exit and hacked something out of his voice box, trying to make sure his speech wouldn't falter and raise concern while he spoke. "Yeah."
There was a short pause of silence before the girl from the other side spoke again. Foxy pressed his ear to the wall.
"Who are you?" she asked.
Foxy tapped his forehead as he tried to think of something to say. "Name's uh...Tony." He looked over at the bear on the floor who simply stared at him. The fox shrugged in response. He didn't know if he could trust this strange character.
Freddy stared at the pirate, who shrugged in response.
"I don't think we've met," said the voice. "M'name's Chica."
Foxy and Freddy looked at each other. She sounded nothing like the Chica they knew. This new person had a slightly higher pitch and a Southern-American accent.
"Just go with it," said Freddy quietly.
"Uh...good to meetcha, Chica," said Foxy. "Now, I'm kinda locked up here...you mind gettin' the door there, sweetheart?"
"I don't have the key," said the girl. "I think Bonnie knows where it is, though. I'll go get him."
Freddy rapidly shook his head at Foxy and waved his hands frantically. "Don't let her get the others!" he said under his breath.
"Is somebody else in there?" asked the girl.
"No," said Foxy. "Listen, just, uh...there's no time fer you to get yer friends. See if you can find the key yerself, come back 'round here and-" His request was cut short as he heard another pair of footsteps closing in behind the new Chica.
"Chica! Who are you talking to?" said the newcomer's voice.
The two old robots trapped inside the room looked at each other again. The voice was otherworldly and ghoulish, yet strangely familiar to the two of them.
"Howdy, Puppet," said the girl. "There's another robot in there, his name's Tony."
There was a short pause before the Puppet spoke again. "I'll talk with him. You should get back to the others."
"'Kay, will do," she said. "Nice meetin' you."
The two of them listened to the sound of the girl's footsteps fade away until they completely disappeared. Once he was sure she was gone, the Puppet picked the lock with one of his slender fingers and walked inside, quietly closing the door behind him.
"Well," said the Puppet. "Good evening."
"Hello, Puppet," said Freddy. He examined the slender doll figure, who looked much cleaner and better taken-care of than he did last time they were together. "I can see you're doing fine."
The Puppet shifted in place uncomfortably. "How did you two wake up?"
"Dunno," said Foxy. "I just did, 'bout thirty-five minutes ago. Freddy here's been up for around ten minutes."
The Puppet slowly looked around the dark room. He didn't see Bonnie or Chica, who often accompanied the bear. "And the others?"
"I can't tell if they're in here or not," said Freddy. He rubbed his working eye and took another quick look around the room. "My night vision isn't working."
"Speakin' of which, how's yer eye there, Freddybear?" said Foxy sarcastically.
"At least I didn't have to rip mine out," said the bear, crossing his arms. "Tell me, does it still sting?"
The Puppet groaned. He didn't want to deal with them fighting each other ever again. The two were dangerous and both had the ability to destroy one another. The Puppet was surprised they hadn't torn each other's throats out already. "Please, guys. Not again."
Freddy waved his arm dismissively. "Who was that out there, anyway? That wasn't Chica."
"You're right. She's not." The Puppet twiddled his fingers together uncomfortably. "But, uh...she is."
"What?" said Freddy.
"Well, she's a Chica," said the Puppet. "We're not at your old restaurant anymore."
"I'm well aware," said Freddy, who stood up and began pacing around the room frustratedly. He looked around at the two others in the room. "This place just doesn't have the spirit."
Foxy chuckled. "Yeah, this place is much more lively." He pointed at the different posters hung on the walls, depicting children hugging the new characters.
"Yes," said the Puppet. "Those are your replacements. Welcome to the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, you two."
Freddy groaned as he stared at the picture, unable to hide his feelings of clear resentment. "Doesn't seem so improved to me."
"It is," said the Puppet. "Everything from the old location was recycled and made better." He examined the missing parts and torn costume pieces from both of the animatronics.
"In regards to this new restaurant, why ain'tcha in here with us?" said Foxy. "Look at you with yer shiny new coat of paint. You look like you actually got a bath."
The Puppet looked around at the two bots nervously.
"What is it?" said Freddy.
"Uh…" said the Puppet.
"Spit it out, lad!" said Foxy.
"I-I'm one of them now," the marionette stuttered. "I had my own little side attraction. I didn't do any shows, I just sold things to the children, you know, for tickets."
The bear slowly nodded his head. "I see."
Foxy looked at the Puppet with interest and leaned in. "Why're you speakin' like it's all already over?"
"Oh, well, the place is shut down," explained the Puppet. "Just for a while."
Freddy looked astonished. "What? Isn't this place new?"
The Puppet fidgeted in place. "Freddy, Foxy...it's been nearly five years."
"What?!" said Freddy. "What's the date?"
"June 27th, 1998," said the Puppet. "I'm sorry."
Freddy paced around the room, trying to wrap his head around this information. He and Foxy had been shut down from the world for about half a decade and now, without any warning or knowledge as to why, they had woken up again. Could it really be 1998?
"Why're you guys shut down anyway?" asked Foxy.
"I've been trying to figure that out myself," said the Puppet. "The workers have been awfully quiet."
After a moment of silence, Foxy rattled his fingers on the wall impatiently. "Well, are you gonna let us out, or what?" The pirate was tapping his foot on the ground reflexively in anticipation of getting out.
"You're not angry about the new animatronics?" said the Puppet.
"I guess we'll find out, won't we?" said Freddy.
The Puppet eyed the two of them suspiciously, turning to open the door. Suddenly, they all heard a loud mechanical whirring stir up from a dark corner of the room.
"What is that?" said Freddy, startled.
A light tapping came as metal parts clinked together. The new figure in the corner of the room rose from its knees, shuddering as it tried to stand up. Its arms were outstretched and its head was enormous.
"Chica?" said the Puppet.
The old chicken's dirty bib came into their view and they grimaced at the sight of her. Chica's head had only gotten worse since it was split in 1993, with the top half of her head raised about half a foot above her bottom half. The result was that her endoskeleton head was easily visible in the gap.
"W-WHERE AM I?" Chica screeched. Her voice came out shuddery, like her voice box was broken. And worse of all, the volume was earsplitting.
Freddy stepped forward and reached his hand out to grab her shoulder. "Just relax-"
"HELP ME!" she said. "I CAN'T THINK!"
"Someone turn down the volume on that thing!" said Foxy.
The Puppet moved over to her and peered inside of her endoskeleton mouth. He looked at her voice-box and turned a dial on it, then backed away.
"Thank you," she said. The chicken looked around the room, confused. She spotted a picture on the wall of their replacements performing for children, and her expression dropped even more. "I thought we were dead...what happened?"
"I have no clue," said the Puppet. "Do you feel alright?"
"I can't move my arms," said Chica. Her arms were still outstretched. "I'm stuck!"
Foxy tried to gently bend her elbow with his good hand but without success. "It won't budge." He moved his hand down her arm looking for a flexible joint until he noticed something and grimaced.
"What is it?" said Chica.
"Uh, yer hands, lass…" said the fox.
Chica looked to her left and right at her arms and gasped when she saw that her hands were completely missing, exposed wiring being in their place instead.
"I'm so sorry," said Freddy.
"I don't understand," said the Puppet. "You guys didn't do this to yourselves. So there's no reason why you'd be...unless…"
Foxy sighed loudly and his arms dropped to his sides. "Wouldja drop yer mystery act and just tell us what's stirrin' in that mind of yers?"
"Nevermind," said the Puppet. "It doesn't matter. What does matter is that you three just woke up out of nowhere after almost five years of nothing."
"Did you guys just wake up?" asked Chica.
"Yes," said Freddy. "
"And you're positive it's the sound that woke you up?' said the Puppet. "You don't remember seeing anybody walk out of here?'
"I can assure you, if there was somebody in here then I would've known," said Freddy. "It was just us when I woke up."
"Yeah," said Foxy. "Same fer me."
"Interesting," said the Puppet. "Sound. This place can get pretty noisy, but this particular sound is what woke you up." He began to knock on the door.
"I'm here," came a familiar voice from the darkness. "You don't have to do that."
The animatronics all looked around, startled.
"Was that Bonnie?" said Freddy, looking behind his shoulder.
Chica approached the voice's origin point and felt around with her wires. "Bonnie? Are you in here?"
"Since yesterday," said the rabbit, slowly standing up. "I thought y'all were dead."
Freddy approached the voice. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"
"My brain ain't been working too well," said Bonnie.
"Come closer into the light," said the Puppet. "Let's see you."
Bonnie took a step forward into the light, exposing his body. His left arm was missing from when Foxy had torn it off in 1993, and the costume skin on his right hand was missing. His legs looked torn up. Other than that, he had suffered no obvious harm.
"Oh, it's so good to see you," said Chica, reaching in for a hug.
The rabbit took another step forward, extending his arm, and Chica gasped.
"Holy shit!" said Foxy. "Yer face, lad!"
Bonnie's face was completely missing. The top half of it was just gone. It was clear that this wasn't just a typical injury, the cut in his face was almost surgically precise. It ran straight through his endoskeleton head, exposing his red back-up eyes.
"How bad is it?" he said, noticing everyone looking at him. He felt around the emptiness where his upper jaw once was and let out a large, mechanical sigh.
"I'm sorry," said Freddy.
The rabbit paced around the room slowly, clearly frustrated.
"Are you okay?" said the Puppet.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm…" The rabbit continued to pace back and forth, breathing heavily. His voice sounded as though he was speaking into a metal can. He hated everything about the situation they were in. "Why the hell's that door still closed?"
"I was going to open it, but-" began the Puppet.
Bonnie walked straight up to the door and kicked it open with his foot. "Was that so hard?!"
"I unlocked it," muttered the Puppet.
All of the others shuffled out behind him.
"Hey, uh, try to treat the newer models with respect," said the Puppet.
"Depends on whether they deserve it or not," said Bonnie angrily as he stormed down the corridor.
The door they had just exited through had a sign that read "Parts & Service". To the right of the room there was a long corridor with four rooms at the side and a large management office at the end. Ahead of them there was a clearly much larger room, presumably the new dining area.
"The rooms to your side are the 'party rooms,' they get reserved for birthday parties," said the Puppet.
"And you guys need four?!" said Chica. "We never had more than three going on at a time!"
"Even that was rare," said Freddy. "This place must be really popular."
The Puppet could tell that the old bear was disappointed. The children were getting on fine without him or his old bandmates.
"I wanna go see the new me," said Foxy. "Her name's Vixey, ain't it?"
"Yeah," said the Puppet. "But be careful. She can get pretty hot-headed."
"Not unlike the source material," muttered Freddy.
Foxy rolled his eyes and marched forward into the dining area. "Holy shit! There's a whole new world out here!"
Freddy and Chica followed up behind him and gasped. The dining room was magnificently huge. Their old restaurant's designated eating area was cluttered with tables and there was little space, but this new one had a remarkable amount of room to explore. There were side attractions everywhere, including a large carousel featuring four undetailed characters that remotely resembled the old gang, and large balloons and presents everywhere. If they were children, they would've loved this place.
"And those," said the Puppet, indicating the show stage, "are the new animatronics."
Standing atop the show stage were three large, plastic robots, each one with uncanny large red blush marks over their cheeks.. Bonnie stood before them, looking at his replacement with disapproval. The two rabbits stared at each other, neither one saying a word.
"Greetings," said the new Freddy, raising his hand.
"Are they alive like we are?" asked Chica.
"I wouldn't say that, but they are hyper intelligent machines, yes," said the Puppet. "Bonnie, would you back away, please?"
Both of the bunnies turned to look at him. The old machine looked angry while the new one seemed bewildered.
"Who are these guys?!" said the new Bonnie. "They're like crappy prototype versions of us or something!"
"It's more like you guys are cheap knockoffs of us," snarled the old rabbit.
"Just...try and be civil." While the Puppet didn't agree with the wording, he could see where the old model was coming from. All of the new machines had plastic shells instead of classic fur costumes like the old ones had, so there was definitely a sense of modern cheapness attached to them. The new Bonnie in particular was the furthest off from its source material, although the resemblance was still there. The new bunny sported a light blue color, had white make-up all over its face, large green eyes with purple eyelids, and a large white spot over its belly.
Freddy and Chica both came up and stood before their counterparts as well, examining them closely. The new Chica was noticeably much curvier and lighter than the original, with large blue eyes. Her bib read 'Let's Party!" as opposed to the older model's 'Let's Eat!' and she wore pink underwear.
The old bear was clearly the most critical of his counterpart, though. The new model's eyes had smaller, blue pupils and a large, ovular body similar to that of its source material. His head was more rounded off and his top-hat had a red band over it. The old bear grimaced as he examined this new model.
"They got my dimensions all wrong," said Freddy, jabbing the plastic bear's belly. "This thing looks like a toy. This is the star of your new pizzeria?"
"I can hear you, you know," said the new bear, whacking away his counterpart's finger. "Who are you?"
"Name's Freddy Fazbear," said Freddy.
"And they built you like that?" said the toy Freddy, grimacing.
"No," said Freddy. "This is just a temporary setback since staff's clearly forgotten who's in charge here."
"Freddy, you're not in charge," said the Puppet. "Now, you all have shared names, so I suggest you figure out what to call each other."
"You look like the goddamn Easter bunny," said Bonnie to the new rabbit.
"You look like a monster out of a 50's horror film," he retaliated.
"Stop it, you two," said the Puppet, walking in between them. "You're not accomplishing anything by berating each other. Be nice."
"I'm gonna call you Easter," said Bonnie.
Both the Chica's stared at each other, neither one saying a single word to the other. The new Chica looked shy and her eyes kept darting to her friends and all across the room. The old one seemed to be lost looking at her.
"You okay there, Chica?" asked Freddy.
"I'm fine," said the old bird. "I'm just...this is what staff wanted me to look like?"
The new chicken looked offended. "You have a problem with that?"
Bonnie looked at the group standing on the show stage and his ears recoiled. "You're all just so...fake."
"Come, now," said the Puppet. "If you're all going to stand around and complain, why don't you do it in that room?" He pointed back at the Parts & Service room.
Freddy laughed sarcastically and pinched his forehead. "And of course, you're on their side."
"I've been with these four for almost five years," said the Puppet. "They're good robots, all of them."
"Thank you," said the new Freddy. "Have some respect."
"For you?" said Bonnie. "Asshole looks like a teddy bear."
"That's just childish," muttered the Puppet.
Foxy walked down the dining area, looking around him at all the different decorations. Giant presents, balloons, banners...they definitely didn't have these at the old Freddy's. He approached a dim light at the end of the building, lighting up a banner that read "KID'S COVE". He remembered seeing this in the blueprints for the building back in 1993. This is where his replacement was.
He approached the doorway to the room and knocked on the side of it.
"Aye, come in," came a female voice. The pirate accent wasn't as thick as Foxy's, but it was still there.
"Hey," said Foxy.
The pirate vixen on the floor turned around to look at the old fox with her large yellow eyes. She had the same body type as the new Chica, smooth and curvy. She had a pirate hook, although it wasn't nearly as sharp as Foxy's, and she wore a brown jacket over her body with pink undergarments. She had pink make-up around her eyes, ears, snout, nails, and a spot over her torso. She also sported a large white tail, with a pink brush over at the tip.
"You alright?" she said, standing up. "Yer hurt."
Foxy looked over himself. Compared to his newer model, he was no longer impressed with the state of his body. "I'm fine. Been like this a long time."
"So who are ye?" she asked, examining the fox's injuries.
The old fox groaned and rubbed the back of his head. "Name's Foxy. I was, uh, in yer place back in the 80's."
The vixen looked surprised. "Damn, what brings you here?"
"No clue," said Foxy. "Just woke up 'round forty-five minutes ago, found myself in the storage room in the back and thought I'd explore."
She looked heavily interested. "Been a long time since this place's seen any newcomers. We been shut down fer around a week now. And I definitely wasn't expectin' to see a new bot, that's fer sure."
Foxy smiled. "So yer name's Vixey?"
"Sure is," she replied. "Who told ya?"
"Nobody," said Foxy. "Back before my old place shut down, I saw yer blueprints and the others'."
Vixey smiled at the old fox. "And you remembered my name?"
"Hard to forget," said Foxy. "I couldn't believe that they were really gonna bring me back. Well, y'know what I mean."
"Well, I'm glad they did," said Vixey with a grin. "The kids get kinda touchy sometimes, every now and then they'll take off a finger er somethin' but staff always puts it back when the curtains close."
"I know the feelin'," said Foxy.
The two looked at each other with a level of understanding but turned around as they heard footsteps approach them. It was Freddy and the Puppet. Foxy groaned.
"You two aren't fighting?" said the Puppet.
Freddy stared at the old pirate fox. "That's a shock."
Foxy grinned and rubbed the back of his head again. "Yeah, she turned out pretty okay."
"You're being awful nice," said Freddy. "You tell the nice girl here about your little mishap back in 1987?"
Vixey looked between the two of them with curiosity.
"Oh, shut up," snarled Foxy under his breath, his expression suddenly dropping to a dangerous glare. "I thought we handled that."
"I don't forget, Foxy," said Freddy. He looked between the three animatronics, then turned around and marched back in the direction of the service room.
The Puppet looked at the old fox and glowed with a sort of subtle happiness. "You seem to be taking this much better than they are."
"I'm happy the Pirate Cove's spirit gets to live on, even if it ain't through me," said Foxy. "Pleasure meetin' you, Vixey."
"Yeah," said Vixey. "Come again anytime. Maybe we can talk about yer mishap."
Foxy looked at the ceiling. "Some day," he lied. He turned around and walked up to the stage to meet the other robots.
"Well, I'll be damned," said Vixey as the old pirate disappeared into the shadows. "When'd they get here?"
"Turns out, they've been here this whole time," said the Puppet. "I had no idea."
The original stage band from the first restaurant all sat around the service room, waiting quietly. None of them knew what to say or what to think. They didn't approve of their replacements and, while none of them would admit it, they were all jealous of the place's popularity. The original Freddy's averaged about three or four customers per day until even that minuscule number started dwindling in the establishment's final months.
"Just completely disrespectful," said Freddy to break the silence. "That bear has no business being there."
"I just can't believe what they did to the new me," said Bonnie. "He looks ridiculous! I'm glad they didn't repair us if it means we didn't get those make-overs."
"Me too," said Chica. "This isn't the Freddy's that kids want."
Freddy's eyes darted up to the picture on the wall. "Apparently, it is."
The rabbit tried to rest his forehead on his hand and yelped when he touched his endoskeleton skull instead. "Just kill me again already."