Thank you for waiting! A bit of the Toys in this chapter, an actual second meeting between the Originals and Toys.
ON TO STORYTIME!
"BB! Get the Marionette from his box, will you? Please." BB looked up from his game of cards. Troy was in front of him in his human form. That's peculiar, normally they'd be at the Originals throats by now, BB thought, getting up and nodding farewell to Mangle.
He skipped over to the prize corner, flashing into his human form before the giant present box. He knocked on the outside and heard a faint rustling sound. The top fell off to reveal the Mariontte, peering down at his guest.
"Hello, BB. What makes you feel the need to wake me." The Marionette shifted forms until an adult took his place. He had black hair with black irises, wearing black clothing striped white, which contrasted greatly with his pale complexion. BB winced as Mari rubbed his eyes, dark circles standing out.
"I think the Toys wanted to do a meeting. It seemed pretty urgent." BB said, making his twelve year old voice squeak. He flushed, the other toys never had voice issues (Aside from Mangle) and they were only two years older than him! Mari chuckled.
"Well, it must be important since they never bother with the regular meetings." It was true. The Toys absolutely detested the scheduled meetings, saying they're too boring and takes up too much fun time.
Together they walked to the meeting room where all the other Toys were. The stage group was sitting stiffly, if not a bit fidgety. Mangle on the other hand, he was spinning in his chair. He halted to a stop and nearly fell off his chair once he caught sight of the two animatronics in the doorway.
They sat down and stewed in silence before ChiChi opened her mouth. "Did you know the Originals were around our age? I mean ones even a kid!" Her eyes looked nervously at Mari, who raised an eyebrow looking thoughtful.
"I always did think something was odd," He murmured before he cleared his throat, speaking a bit louder. "As a matter of fact, no. They are not under my jurisdiction. They are actually in the care of another animatronic, Goldie, I think his name was. Personally, I never met him before." It was silent before BB spoke up.
"Can we go see them? The Originals, I mean." The security guard was already taken care of. Idiot didn't even remember to wind up the music box. BonBon shifted, drawing their attention.
"Well, one's actually a child." The last word was said in no more than a whisper, though everyone heard it. Mangle's voice glitched angrily.
"WhAT?! I toLd You gUYs Not TO mESs wiTh theM! YoU WeRE BeaTIng uP a ChILD foR PiZZa's SakE!" The beaten up animatronic never took part in the bullying of the Originals. Mangle supposed it was because he understood what it felt like to be beaten up. The Toys looked down, ashamed. Even BB took part of the bullying. Mari didn't take part in this, but felt an obligation to calm everyone.
"Why don't we head down to the Parts and Services room to see for ourselves." He suggested. They all walked down to the room, each having different thoughts whizz through their head. Outside the door they flashed to their animatronic forms in case an Original attacked them. When they opened the door the room was dark and cold. BB could faintly make out the outlines of the beaten up animatronics.
A noise came from them as the Originals powered up and looked at them. The Toys sat in front of them, Mari standing in the background. A light enveloped them, shifting them back into their human forms. Mangle cleared his throat.
"H-Hello. My name in Mang- Mangle." The Originals looked at them silently until Freddy changed forms, the others following his lead. BB felt his heart stop. One of them was a child. Younger than BB even! Freddy spoke up.
"Freddy. My name is Freddy. This is Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy." Freddy gestured in their general directions as he said their names. His voice was cut off, emotionless. He didnt even seem to talk, mor like murmuring or mumbling. Even then, BB could hear the soreness in his throat. Mari spoke to the Originals.
"On behalf of our apologies, would you like to come out of this stuffy room? You may go as you please from now on." The Originals looked unconvinced until the little blonde whispered something in Freddy's ear. BB was too far to hear it, by it must have been something since the bear human hybrid slowly nodded his head.
They slowly got up, Foxy stumbling a bit before Bonnie steadied him. Outside of the room BB flicked on the light switch and the Originals shielded their eyes from the sudden light.
Freddy went up to the stage and ran a hand over it, nostalgic. He lifted himself up and sat on the stage. His voice was cracked as he talked. "Its different. More," he struggled to find the right word. "More colourful. Does the mic still work?" At ChiChi's nod he looked around him. BB guessed it was a lot to take in. Chica skipped over to a claw machine, examining the prizes.
"Its like it was before we were murdered." Bonnie said. Fredbear's Diner had been more colourful than when the Originals were in use. BB felt his throat close up. BonBon asked the question on their minds.
"You all were murdered?" Foxy looked up from where he was examining the table cloth patterns. "You guys aren't?" BB vaguely registered Mari going back to his box. At the blank looks he recieved, the Originals paused and looked at them.
"Oh. We just assumed that you all..." Chica trailed off. The Originals looked at them for a bit longer before resuming their activities. The Toys followed a moment later, though the atmosphere was more stiff. Freddy slipped off the stage only to sit back down next to it. The curtain nearly covered him and if the light wasn't on, BB guessed he wouldn't have seen him at all.
They stayed in the play room until the 6 am bell rang and they went back to their positions. The Originals gave them small nods of farewell, so the Toys didn't count that night as a total failure.