Okay, so uh...this is awkward. This chapter has been, uh...done, for a while now...I just never put it out. Don't worry though, I haven't forgotten about this story! The next chapter is in production, and should be by March at the latest. Thank you everyone for being so patient. I hope you enjoy this one, and I hope 2018 is an amazing year.
Disclaimer: I don't own FNAF, or any other properties in this story that may have wandered in here. Dunno how they wandered in here, I had Zero over the other day. Maybe he left the door open or something. Who knows? Also, by the time Chapter 4 rolls around, chapter 1 will have had a tiny, itty bitty edit, so just keep that in mind. Now, on with the show!
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, 12:22 am.
As the fight between Freddy, Foxy, Vix, Fred, and the unknown vandals dragged on, the for bots began to get increasingly worn out. Not only was it seemingly five against four, but it felt no matter how many times they hit the thugs, they just got right back up.
Of course, actually hitting them was a task in of itself. Each of the intruders had worn black clothing, making it very hard for the bots to judge where they even were.
Fred winced in pain as the goon who had broken the windows punched him right in the stomach. The bear coughed up a little oil as he held his mid section. Who ever these guys were, they were tough! The brown bear was just recovering from the blow, when he felt the shadowy trouble maker hit him square in the jaw, sending him sprawling out onto the floor.
Freddy meanwhile was having problems of his own. The thug he was trying to fight off seemed to have some sort of baton, which made it hard for the bear to get in close. Whenever he tried to strike the vandal, he'd receive a nasty bash to his arms.
"What's the matter teddy bear?" the thug teased, dodging the bear's next swipe and striking him in the head with the weapon. "I thought bears were supposed to be ferocious creatures."
The thug took another swing with his weapon, only to blink as Freddy grabbed him by the wrist, squeezing it tightly and causing him to drop the baton. The bear stared into the vandal's eyes, his own eyes being a sinister shade of black.
"We are," Freddy replied in a dry voice. He was done playing games. "Some of us just need a little poking first."
Without hesitation, the brown bear struck his attacker in the head, and then again in the stomach, causing the thug to howl in pain. He was just about to hit the shadowy attack again, when-
"Ah!"
A shrill cried from Vix rang through the bear's ears, followed by the faint thump of her hitting the floor.
"Vix!" Freddy cried, looking back towards where he'd heard the scream. This gave the thug he was fighting the perfect chance to break free and tackle the bear down with an amazing amount of force.
The bear was just recovering from the fall, when the slimmer shadowed vandal turned to face him. Raising his arm, and fired a bright light at the bear. The last thing Freddy felt before losing contentiousness was a painful electric shock that made his entire body feel numb.
The thug, whom had shot the bear with a taser, chuckled to himself. Two down, two to go. His smile soon faltered when he heard an incredibly loud scream assault his ears, before just being able to make out a short, black object sail past his head. The object in question was actually the strangely short thug that had attacked Foxy at the beginning of the fight. He hit the wall with a loud thud, knocking him unconscious.
A growl could be heard as a certain vulpine pirate narrowed his one good eye at the crook. Without a second thought, Foxy charged at the vandal with all the speed he could muster, before swinging his hook at the thug's face. Luckily for the cloaked man, he was able to pull back just before the fox could cleave his head, leaving only a single scrape on the bridge of his nose.
The man could feel a bit of blood drip from where the fox had cut him. "Okay fox. You asked for it!" he growled, taking aim with the taser and firing it at Foxy. Unlike Freddy however, the fox wasn't phased by the electric weapon. Sure it hurt, but he'd felt worse. Much worse.
Fighting through the pain, Foxy slowly made his way towards the shadowy vandal. His eyes pierced the man like daggers, as would his hook when he finally reached him.
"S-Stay back!" he yelled, upping the voltage on the electric weapon. Foxy flinched at the increased pain, but refused to give in. Even as warning messages began to flood his vision, the fox kept approaching the now panicking criminal. He was just about to strike the lowly thug down, when a powerful force hit him from behind, knocking the fox down..
"Pirate fox no hurt master." said the dull sounding voice from earlier. "Me crush pirate fox." And before Foxy could react, he felt his jaw get stopped into the ground by a very large and heavy foot. The mechanisms connecting his upper and lower jaw strained, before snapping altogether, knocking any and all fight out of the fox.
"Nice work big guy." the thinner looking thug said, patting the larger one on the back.
"Gerald okay?" the large grunt asked.
"Yeah, I'm good." 'Gerald' replied, before looking over at one of his accomplices. "How about you, cat boy? You take out that other teddy bear?"
"U-Um...I-I think so..." came the jittery voice of the thug who'd smashed the windows, and was now crouched over the beaten form of Fred. "I don't think he's moving anymore...th-that's good, right boss?"
"Yeah, that's good." Gerald replied, albeit a bit unnerved. He still wasn't used to the new 'bodyguards,' but was glad they were with him to pull off the job none the less.
"Good to see your aim's as sharp as ever, Gerald." the baton wielding thug said, patting his accomplice on the back. "A couple more hits from that bear, and I might've been in some trouble."
"No problem, Skip." Gerald teased, giving the larger thug a taste of his own medicine. He was just about to say more, when-
"Whooooooa! -oof!" came a voice, followed by a hard sounding thump from across the room, startling the four remaining vandals.
"What the hell?!" Gerald cried, looking over at where the noise had come from. Before he could say anything else, a chilling voice filled the room.
"We do not take kindly to trespassers here...I'll give you one chance to leave, or I will be forced to remove you from the premises."
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: 12:15 am.
Bonnie took a hard swing at the shadowy figure, who was just barely able to get out of the way in time. The thug countered with a punch of his own, hitting the purple bunny in the midsection. Bonnie clenched his teeth as he recoiled. The bunny swung again, only to hit the wall instead and receive another blow from the ragged looking shadow.
"Catch me if ya can, ya big Easter Bunny!"
Bonnie growled at the vandal's taught, and turned to face the barely visible shadow. "You're gonna pay for that!"
From the safety of one of the party rooms, Bon watched the fight commence, wincing every time her purple pal took a hit. She honestly wanted to help her friend, she really did...but...
...she was scared. Like, really scared. She was just a small blue bunny who barely know how to throw a punch, let alone fight someone. What good could she do?
"C'mon, bunny-boy." the figure taunted again, striking Bonnie in the head. "I'm barely even tryin' here! Don't tell me this is the best you can do."
Bonnie growled, and took another swing. When he did, the figure grabbed him by the arm, and pulled the bunny in close, kneeing him in the stomach. That had done it. Bonnie coughed up a bit of oil as he dropped to his knees, the black figure seemingly smirking as the bunny crumbled.
Bon gasped as the purple bunny fell. "B-Bonnie..."
"You talk a big game, I'll give ya that." the tattered shadowy figure said as he circled the fallen bunny, before getting in close and grabbing Bonnie's ears. Bon could only watch as the oil thirsty criminal put its foot on the bunny's back, pushing him down, but pulling his ears up. Bon couldn't imagine the kind of pain Bonnie was in right now...and frankly, she didn't want to. "But there's a big difference between talkin' and -ahh!"
The figure stumbled back as Bonnie had taken the opportunity to strike the figure in the chest. Before his assailant could get out of punching range, the purple bunny grabbed it by the arm and gave him another, much more devastating blow to the head. The thug pulled back, holding the side of his face.
"What was that about talking a big game?" Bonnie asked, wiping the oil from his mouth. Bon's face lit up a little as her purple pal faced the shadowy attacker.
"Go, Bonnie! Go!" she cheered, only strengthening Bonnie's will to fight. If Bon believed he could do it, then so did he!
"Pipe down, doll!" the black figure growled. "Before I turn your friend here into scrap metal."
"That won't be necessary."
Bonnie blinked and looked around as he heard a somewhat familiar voice...
Before the shadowy thug could turn to face the owner of the voice, he felt an unnaturally powerful force hit the right side of his body, sending him smashing into the wall.
"Agh! Hey! Cheap shot pal! Show yerself!"
"Right here." the voice said, this time from behind the figure. Bonnie watched as the thug was sent flying off his feet, hurdling through the air before colliding with the opposite wall. The bunny was at a loss for words as to what he was seeing. Bon couldn't understand it either. But that voice...
Before either bunny could ask any questions, the thug was sent flying again, barely missing Bonnie as he hit the wall. Both Bonnie and Bon looked at where the thug had been launched from, and all their questions where answered when none other than Mari stepped out from the darkness.
"A bit late for a brawl, wouldn't you say Bonnie?" he asked in a polite sort of way. The bunny smiled weakly, clutching his stomach. He was about to reply, when he heard a rustling sound coming from where the thug had landed. "Do not worry, my friends. I'll deal with this troublemaker myself." The puppet turned turned to face the shadowy thug. With a flick of his wrist, the black figure was sent flying towards the main area. "Now, if you'll excuse me."
And with that, Mari disappeared into the darkness. Bonnie breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the puppet go, before feeling a pair of soft arms wrap around him. He smiled a little as he looked down at a certain blue bunny, who's face was all kinds of concerned.
"A-Are you okay, Bonnie?" Bon asked, hoping her friend hadn't gotten beaten up too badly.
Bonnie winced a bit from the hug, before chuckling. "Y-Yeah...I'm...I'm fine...j...just need to...to r-rest for a bit..."
"O-Oh, right! Here, let me..." Bon put the purple bunny's arm over her shoulder, allowing him to lean on her as she helped him back to the secret room. Once there, Bonnie practically felt his legs give out from under him as he slumped to the floor, causing Bon to 'eep' as she was nearly dragged down with him.
"S-Sorry..." he muttered, groaning a little as lay against the wall. After helping her purple pal lay down, Bon looked over his injuries. He didn't seem severely damaged, but he'd certainly had taken a beating, and then some.
"B-Bon..." he murmured, feeling very weak and tired.
"Y-Yeah, Bonnie?"
Bonnie winced, from the pain resonating through his body as he tried to speak. "Th-That thing...it didn't hurt you, d-did it?"
"N-No..." the blue belle replied, putting her paw on the bunny's arm. She felt awful, seeing her friend all beat up. Why was it always him getting hurt? And why was it always her that needed saving? Oh, if only she were big and strong like him! Then she could protect herself, and her bunny buddy.
"G-Good...good..." It truly pained Bonnie to be in this state, both physically and emotionally. Not only had he been beaten silly by...whatever that thing was...had Mari not stepped in and...
...well, done whatever it is the puppet did, Bon could've gotten seriously hurt...and Bonnie just wasn't okay with that. Bon was sweetest little bunny in the whole world, and the thought of her getting hurt, well...frankly, it sickened him.
With the thought of that encounter still fresh in his mind, the bunny slowly closed his eyes, and fell asleep. Bon sighed as she looked over her hurt friend, lost in thought. She sat there for a long time, her eyes trained on her beaten friend. She wished now that she'd never been so curious...