I am sooooo sorry for the wait, I'm having a bit of a block right now. So, if the chapter is short, like last time, I'm really sorry in advance.

So, uh, yeah. That's basically it. While we're still on questions (No we aren't. Why did I say that? Too late now.) does anyone actually read my other stories? Or are y'all just not in those fandoms?

Perfectly fine, if you aren't. Uh, plot wise, gonna just jot this down, in this chapter you guys see some of the dark sides of the Originals. Next chapter I'm planning to introduce Goldie to the Toys and maybe the purple guy...?

Also! I have a fic called 'How They Died'. It's on my profile. It's my version of how the children got murdered and this story will loosely use it, with a few minor changes.

In apologies of my absence to this story, I tried to make this chapter longer. You probably can't tell, but uh, yeah. It's longer.

STORY TIME!

Troy watched as Freddy talked to Mangle. He felt an odd feeling stir in his stomach. He frowned as he couldn't figure it out. ChiChi nudged him, "You feelin' alright?"

Troy tore his gaze away from the pair, "Yeah. Uh, yeah, hey did you catch in the news that-" he got cut off by Chica rushing into the room. The two bands plus Mangle were in one of the meeting rooms. The relationship between them had gotten better, though Freddy still avoids Troy.

It's been a couple of days and Troy had never felt so awkward around another animatronic. Whenever he enters a room, Freddy goes quiet. Not like before, no. Not in a you once beat me up. No, it was more of a you are such a wierdo, oh my god. At least, in Troys mind it was.

"Chica, are - you crying?" Freddy's eyebrows furrowed. He walked towards her and crouched down. The room got very quiet, everybody looking at the blonde child. Chica sniffed, blinking fast. She opened her mouth, "I- I was walk - walking past the night guard in my - my robot form and- and he said I was fat and ugly!" The last few words were made into a wail as Chica burrowed her head into Freddy's chest.

Freddy wrapped his arms around her, making shushing noises. Picking her up, the bear eared boy walked over to Foxy who was previously holding a conversation with Bonnie. After Foxy gathered her into his arms, her sniffles muffled into his collar, Freddy then turned to ChiChi.

"What do you do to the bodies?" The Toys did something different, not shoving the bodies into suits. They had a more clean route. The Originals never asked about that before, always shoving the bodies in suits when they were the ones who had killed the guard, leaving the Toys to clean up. That was one of the reasons leading up to the annoyance and hate towards the older animatronics.

Troy answered instead of ChiChi. "We usually drag it out back towards into the dumpster. Normally the body is too mutilated and the workers assume it's rotten meat. The door is right there," the brunet gestured to a door to the side of the meeting room, "Its close to the office and employees rarely go out this way, only if there's a fire."

Freddy nodded, already heading out the door. Bonnie stopped him before he could leave.

"Freddy, you're in human form." said Bonnie.

"Well, its not like he's gonna tell anyone after tonight." Freddy said, rolling his eyes as he shut the door behind him. Troy doubted that Freddy could kill the security guard. It was against common sense, since all animatronics kill people. Er, well security guards in any case. It was just that Freddy had this sort of innocence, like he was kept away from dark things all his life.

It made Troy want to bundle him in a blanket and never let him go. He looked away from the door, a faint blush on his face, making his rosy cheeks even redder. Troy didn't know what was happening to him. All these thoughts about Freddy was making him confused.

A gut wrenching scream came from the office. Mangle flinched and the others eyes' widened.

"Should we-" ChiChi got cut off.

"No. This is actually the norm, if you were uh, living in our, uh, era, I guess you could say? Reign?" Bonnie said. Foxy spoke up, "Freddy usually kills the night guards in his human form as that allows more movement. Plus, who're they gonna tell? It's sort of his way of saying no escape."

Chica was now sleeping against the redhead's chest, tear tracks drying. Troy marvelled at how she was able to sleep after hearing that scream. Even when he hears a scream, he's not that bored where he'll fall asleep!

The screams had died down and the Toys slowly relaxed, only to tense up again when they heard the begging.

Please stop. I- I didn't do anything. I p- promise! Why are you doing this to- no. No, stop that hurts. Please. No. Stop.

Every few words were punctuated by a scream. Mangle looked a little bit pale. The Toy band themselves were feeling a little sick. They never really tortured the guards. Never drawn it out. Glancing over, BonBon turned a bit more green when he saw no horror on the other Originals' faces. No terror or fear or disgust. All he saw were mildly curious faces, like a child only half listening. And that may have been the most terrifying thing so far.

Bonnie shifted, drawing the others attention. "Sometimes I wonder what he does towards them..." Foxy shrugged. "Heck if I know. Come to think of it, he never does let in the same room as the body when he's finished."

The two weren't asking it in horrification. It was more of a casual question - as if they couldn't care less. And, Troy thinks, that they really shouldn't care. After all, this was their job, right? Their reason for existing.

ChiChi tries to talk, her voice strained from the effort to keep from vomiting, "Why are you guys not disgusted? Doesn't this remind you of a traumatic experience or somethin'?"

Bonnie shrugged. "We don't really associate this with that. This is Freddy being, y'know, Freddy. Overprotective, leader-ish. That was an," his face darkened, "unprovoked series of murders." The Toys were silent as the sounds finally died off. They didn't hear them again.

The door flew opened and every Toy in the room flinched. Freddy walked in, casually dragging a body behind him.

"Hello Freddy bear!" Foxy greeted.

Freddy rolled his eyes, "Just cause you're the oldest - not counting Goldie - in the group doesn't mean you get to call me that!"

Bonnie smirked and the Toys' wondered at the Originals' ability to ignore the dead body right in from of them.

"You're just sour 'cuz you're the youngest besides Chica." He teased. Troy mentally filed those little age facts inside his head. Freddy scoffed and walked towards the exit, pushing the door open. Dragging the body, he left outside inside the dumpster. Walking inside, he wrinkled his nose, "That one was a lot more vocalized than the others."

"What do you do to them?" Mangle asked, losing a bit of his green tinge. Bonnie answered before Freddy could.

"Well, we know it isn't anything sexual since he goes all red when we mention it. See he's doin it right now!" Indeed, Freddy was a bit red in the face - and not just from the blood scattered on it. Grumbling, Freddy took Chica from Foxy's arms, adjusting her accordingly.

"I don't do any of that stuff. I just... torture them for a bit." Foxy made a frustrated noise. "But how do you kill them?"

Freddy shrugged.

"Do you guys do that every time Chica is... insulted? Hurt?" BonBon asked. Bonnie nodded to his counter part. "Usually, yeah. Depends on who it is."

The Toys nodded, grimacing a little. Troy took back his earlier thought. Freddy could definitely kill.

Foxy took sight of their green faces. "Aw, cheer up lads. If you were from our time, this would be nothing! You're lucky that this one was in whole!" Freddy kicked the redhead, careful not to jostle Chica, who was still snoozing.

"Foxy!"

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