"They're Dead"

Bonnie's words echoed as silence fell upon the warehouse. Barry looked down at the sorrow that encapsulated Bonnie's only working eye. He couldn't be serious, why was he saying this? Barry realised he had spent nearly a minute blankly staring at the older animatronic. He broke the silence with nervous laughter.

"Good one! Dead!?" Barry continued laughing as he caught Bonnie look down solemnly. "Oh god, you're serious, aren't you?" questioned Barry. Bonnie began to slowly sit up as his joints and gears whirred intensely after being still for over three decades.

"It was Springtrap. He came into the pizzeria and tricked us all, he killed everyone. They're all dead. Except me. Oh god Chica…" Bonnie's words trailed off as Barry stood to his full height. He put his hand over his face as he tried to keep it together.

"Jesus. Right well we can rebuild them or s-something. Mike will know what to do we need to find him and get out of this place!" Barry exclaimed. Bonnie rose carefully, deciding to take his time.

"Where is Mike?" He asked. Barry suddenly remembered earlier events with Mike & Amanda being arrested.

"Shit. I'm an idiot, Mike and Amanda they've been arrested…" sighed Barry. Bonnie's eyes widened.

"What!? Why would the police arrest them, w-what even happened!?" Exclaimed the frantic rabbit. Barry sighed as he tried to recall the situation.

"They were arrested because of us. We don't belong to them, we belong to Fazbear Entertainment. I have no clue why the company decided to take action now, but they came down hard. I need to find Godlie and Sprung, they have to be around here somewhere." Barry began walking around the warehouse tossing and throwing boxes and crates left and right searching for his smaller, golden companions. Bonnie began to dust off his exoskeleton as he turned to Barry.

"Are you even sure they're in here?" Bonnie asked.

"They have to be!" Barry's voice began to break. Bonnie decided to help look around. After a few minutes of searching he uncovered something. Bonnie gasped as Barry turned his head immediately.

"W-what is it!?" Barry shouted. Bonnie held up a dusty old cherry red electric guitar.

"My old guitar! I can't believe it; I haven't seen this I- "Bonnie was interrupted by a loud screech.

"You're kidding me right!?" screamed Barry, "I'm desperately searching for these guys, the least you can do is help!?" Bonnie put his guitar down as he bowed his head.

"You're right sorry." He quietly whispered.

Eventually Godlie and Sprung were found but to Barry's dismay, they had been completely destroyed. The last few decades hadn't been good to them. They're exoskeletons was mostly withered or corroded, and the endoskeletons were both torn apart and rusted. Barry fell to his knees.

"No. I was supposed to look out for them. I promised Sprung she'd wake up…" Barry cried. Bonnie put his arm on Barry's shoulder.

"This isn't your fault."

"I shouldn't have left them alone." Barry stated. He then stood up and put their remains in a small box. He turned to an old golf cart that was sitting in one of the corners of the warehouse. "I have an idea."

Mike and Amanda stood in the parking lot of the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza now officially known as 'Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction'. Mike was definitely nervous. This part of his life had been over for almost 30 years. Standing in this very location gave him shivers, he turned to Amanda as she gave him a reassuring smile. Suddenly a car pulled up. Mike recognised it as his sister Becky's as he rolled his eyes.

"Took her long enough." Mike muttered. Becky got out of the car as another person exited the passenger seat. Mike squinted his eyes not able to make out who. He fumbled in his pockets searching for his glasses which he then sighed as he realised he had left them at home. Becky walked over as the stranger suddenly came into view. Mike's face about dropped realising who it was. Becky smiled nervously as she began to talk, failing however as Mike interrupted her. "What the fuck is he doing here?!" exclaimed Mike. Amanda lightly hit him with her handbag.

"Michael!" She cried. The couple had been limiting back their swearing a lot ever since Timothy had started visiting them. Mike was still not used to this yet was no stranger to with one of Amanda's swings.

"Look Mike, I know this is strange but he's here to help we talked it over in the car." Becky calmly stated. She was of course referring to Todd Marcus. A former night guard at Freddy's, Becky's ex of many years, the shooter of Mike in which he had served 5 years in prison for and the widow to Shel Cooper who had died 32 years ago to the hand of the infamous Puppet. Todd decided to defend himself in front of the Schmidt Couple.

"I know this must seem silly Mike. But I was apart of all this too. I truly am sorry I did what I did that day, something came over me that I've worked so hard to repress ever since that day. Prison did me good. Strict routine is what I needed, I went to rehab too and I'm still in therapy. I'm doing the best I've ever been." Todd stated. Amanda looked back and forth at Mike as he held his chest where the scar of Todd's bullet hadn't healed.

"I'll give you a chance Todd." Stated Amanda which warranted Mike's surprise, "I believe prison can help rehabilitate people and it's been so long. I really hope you don't make me regret this. You were apart of all this too." Amanda ignored Mike's glares as she gave Todd a weak smile.

"Thank you, Amanda, and I promise you won't regret this. This is strictly about the animatronics and doesn't have to be anything more." Replied Todd. Mike continued his daggers towards Todd as he let out a noticeable grunt and shook his head slightly. He turned to face the entrance of Fazbear's Fright. Becky put her hand on Todd's shoulder, reassuring him slightly.

"Surely this place has to be loc- "Mike started as he tried the door which opened with ease, "…cked". He gave a disappointed look at the others as everyone could agree how unreliable Fazbear Entertainment could be. The group entered the building they were all once familiar with to see a dramatic change within the interior. The walls still had the same checkered patterns, but they were old and worn which went with the establishment's aesthetic nicely. There were old posters everywhere that children had drawn back in the day with different animatronics sprawled across them giving the children gifts.

Mike stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Freddy's exoskeleton on a pole with a light flickering from his eye and mouth. "Freddy? Oh god." Mike cried as he walked over to the remains of the poor animatronic. The group surrounded what was left of their dear friend as they quietly mourned him.

"This is awful, do you think any of the others made it?" asked Amanda. Todd looked down the dark hallway frightfully.

"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out." He gulped. The group slowly made their way down the eerie hallway as a camera watched them carefully.

Mark inspected the monitor carefully. Why were there people here? The attraction wasn't scheduled to open for another week. He followed the group clicking on various cameras as suddenly a loud beeping noise erupted from his second monitor. He turned to open it to find the ventilation system needed rebooted. That was strange. He clicked on the reboot button as he checked the vent cameras panicking. However, after a stern check over each of them he relaxed to find nothing inside. Frankly Mark wasn't sure what he was expecting.

"Jeez, this place is really getting to me." Mark checked the camera's again to find the group near the other side of the building. He decided he would go inform them the building wasn't open for another week. As he walked out of the office an animatronic fox with a dark green tint was seen dangling from the ceiling as she inspected the camera monitor from a distance. Focusing on the group of people walking the halls of the once loved pizzeria she narrowed her eyes, then they immediately widened. Could it be?

Echoes filled the establishment, giving the place a very eerie tone. Fading in slowly a large top hatted dark green tinted animatronic bear came into view. He opened his eyes as he looked around slowly.

"Where am I? What's going on?" he muttered to himself. Freddy Fazbear was puzzled to say the least. The last he remembered was the fearful Springtrap taking an axe to him and deactivating on the spot. Freddy looked down to see his dark green body and transparent features. What had happened to him? Freddy began to explore the building he found himself in. It had haunting reminders of the past with discarded present boxes lying on the floor and old drawings scattered along the walls. Freddy then spotted something on the ground. It couldn't be? Could it? Chica's head lay on the ground with a light flickering inside. Freddy examined it closely as he tried to pick it up but to no avail. He tried again and again continuously getting more and more frustrated. Freddy sat slumped against the wall next to Chica's head. He didn't know what was happening. Where was his friends? After minutes of silence Freddy began to hear noises. Noises that sounded like crawling. Metallic clanks over and over as they became closer and closer. Suddenly they stopped as Freddy looked around frantically. Those next few moments were very tense for the poor bear as wires and metallic parts came into view in front of him as a half-broken fox fell before his feet. Freddy jumped in fear as the fox shook its head trying to recover from its fall. The Fox looked up at Freddy as he slowly came to his senses and relaxed. His eyes widened realizing who this clumsy fox was. "Roxy!?" Freddy gasped. The broken animatronic tilted its head to Freddy as it nodded frantically. She opened her mouth trying to form words but all that emerged was painfully loud static. Freddy kneeled to her. "Oh no Roxy, what's happened to your voice? Any chance you know where we are?" The fox looked to the ground showing a look of sorrow on her face. She then began to climb the wall then pointed to a sign which read 'Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction'. Freddy's eyes narrowed as he read the sign in shock. "Horror Attraction?" He turned around looking down at Chica's head once more. How many years had Freddy been out this time? He glanced back at Roxy with fear in his eyes as he motioned for her to follow him. The mute fox nodded as she slowly crept behind the bear as they made their way further into the darkness.

Opening his eyes for the first time in decades, The Puppet looked around. He found himself in a very dark area, small and cramped. Painfully familiar to his music box days. He slowly began to move around as he sat up suddenly bumping his head against what seemed to be the ceiling of this small room. He felt around as he realised he could remove the top. He reluctantly emerged from a large box in the corner of a hallway. He scoffed at the fact he yet again found himself in a large present. He gathered his thoughts as he examined the room carefully. Old and worn with dim lights flickering everywhere, he could just catch a glimpse of the next room where he spotted old arcade machines which he recognized from the old restaurant. Memories entered his mind of giving presents and playing with children all leading up to that night where Zack the infamous killer of the missing children had returned to enact his revenge. The Puppet's mind wandered back to when he indirectly trapped Zack into Bernard's old spring lock suit causing Zack to die and be trapped inside. However, Zack never really did and became the entity known as Springtrap. The Puppet held his head in his hands. If he hadn't punished Zack this would have never happened. He came to the realization that he was some sort of ghost, phantom or spirit now, nothing he wasn't used to. Perhaps the others who had been slain to Springtrap's hand had possessed the same fate? He had to find them. The Puppet was about to climb out of the large present box when he started to hear loud footsteps. He scurried back inside and grabbed the top as he placed it back on just leaving enough room for him to peak out. The footsteps were very loud and metallic sounding which gave him the impression somehow an animatronic was walking the halls. But the footsteps weren't slow and robotic like an animatronic. They had a rhythm to them and were quite fast. They grew louder as the Puppet slowly sank into the box with every passing step, his cotton fingers gripping to the box's edge tighter and tighter. The Puppet was never normally nervous but within this unfamiliar setting he felt extremely uncomfortable. The footsteps were very loud now as they stopped and there was a large thump. Whatever was coming his way had stumbled which gave the Puppet the impression whatever this was hadn't used their legs in a while due to the fast rate of the steps, their unsteadiness and now this recent fall. The Puppet looked at the door of the hallway eagerly as a green yellowed hand suddenly appeared on the door frame with a loud clang nearly making the cotton toy fall back in its newfound safe space. The hand made some clicking noises as the rest of the body came into view standing up from its recent calamity. The figure stood up properly and walked a step entering the doorway and coming into light as there was faint sighs coming from its direction. The Puppet looked in pure horror as the figure was now clear to see. Springtrap. The animatronic, human abomination looked from left to right as a faint neck crack could be made out. The hauntingly disgusting figure stretched its arms as cracks and squelches were heard while a clang erupted from it sounding like metal colliding with bone. The figure turned its head slightly as it was facing the Puppet's direction now. Its breathing could be heard more distinctively now as the smile on the old faded suit allowed a small gap where the horribly corroded mouth and dry, nearly completely decomposed lips sat as small metal wires could be seen extruding from them. The Puppet had never seen Springtrap this close and especially not after all these years. Being able to clearly see the decomposition of a human body inside a spring lock suit was fascinating but almost definitely a horrifying sight. Springtrap began to slowly trudge through the hallway as the walking corpse began to emit a small groan which immediately transformed into a faint whistle. The whistle itself at first was low and faint but then slowly it became a familiar tune to the Puppet, he stumbled down the eerie corridor slowly reciting the nursery rhyme of 'Pop Goes The Weasel' continuing the jingle almost adjacent to the Puppet's location. He would faintly stop the whistle and quietly sing the words which would trail off and turn into a whistle again. He neared the end of his soul-stirring tune as he stopped dead in his tracks, he rattled off the final words of his song as he turned his head with a loud crack to the large present box as the Puppet looked back in fear. The dead eyes locking with the pinprick white dots of The Puppet.

"Pop Goes the Weasel".

Note from the Author:

Okay. So it's fair to say this is pretty surreal. Yeah after nearly 5 years I'm back. There is really no excuse for this massive absence besides the fact that I lost interest in this story and just didn't have the motivation to continue. I also recently read it back lately and frankly I found a lot of it genuinely hard to read. (Literally) However, I always did want to finish this some day and after recent encouragement from a friend I thought no time better than the present! I was 13 when I wrote the first 12 chapters. Now at 18 years old, I'd like to think my writing has developed along with my maturity. I plan to release two more chapters after this to conclude the story once and for all and I promise to try my best to write to the standards you deserve! Well hey look at that we finally got to the FNAF 3 portion of the story, it only took us five years...

If anyone really is still reading this, then I hope to see you all soon (Hopefully not in 2025) and remember to Stay Tuned!