"Are you sure your hand's ok?" TF asked, with a raised eyebrow. Foxy sighed. "I said it's fine." TB rolled his eyes. He had dragged Foxy to Chickadee's for a second opinion on his injury. Chica clicked her tongue. "Be more careful, hon. Tia, don't bother cleaning that, I'll take care of it," Chica remarked to the other chicken. Ashley came from behind the kitchen with a few drinks and set them on the counter. As the group carried on their conversations, the door opened and Bonnie, Tim, and Rachel returned. "What happened to your face?" Asked TF in shock. Bonnie's face was red from where Mari had punched him. "It's nothing… Now listen, I promised you two answers, and I'll give you them."
"It was summer, about 5 or 6 years ago, at our 83rd location. I was assistant manager there, and the manager was a man named Scott. Mari was an assistant we brought on, he had impressive skills in costume making. We also had a security head, Goldie, and a technical supervisor, Springy. We had two animatronics on stage, Fredbear and BonBun, which we just called Golden Bonnie. Anyways, we had a big party scheduled for the morning, so everyone was running around getting ready. I was busy trying to test the mics when all of a sudden smoke started billowing out from back stage. Racing there, I found that the Fredbear animatronic was smoking pretty badly. Springy was there, and he was saying how there was some sort of malfunction. At that point, we had an impromptu staff meeting, and Springy said that we could try to run the show, and that the malfunction was a minor one. We took a quick vote, and all of us except for Mari voted to continue with the show. Mari voiced his displeasure, saying that he was worried about what could happen, but we ignored him. The show went on as planned, and everything seemed okay. That is, until a group of children got rowdy. There was one kid, he seemed scared of Fredbear. The others were taunting him, and they were pushing him towards the stage until he was right below Fredbear. Fredbear bent down, as his program said to, and started to talk but then… his voice glitched first, then his… head came down over the child. The poor kid… his skull was crushed in his jaw. There was screaming, and I ran up to Fredbear to try and pry his jaw open, but it wouldn't move… it took 5 of us to shut him down.. Then there was a bunch of legal stuff, and we had to close down… and Mari, well, Mari was very upset. He attacked Scott, and we all got into a fight, and he quit on the spot. He accused us of valuing money over safety, and that we all deserved to burn in hell for our decision. He said before he left, that as long as he lived he would make sure that there would never be another Freddy Fazbear's."
The occupants of the restaurant sat entranced, stunned by the story. As they let the story sink in, they almost all started asking questions at once. "Was the child okay?" "How come I never heard about this?" "And Marion's here?" "What do we do now?" Bonnie held up his hand warily. "Slow down, please. As far as I know, the child survived, but with trauma and brain damage. Freddy was able to… contain the situation, he didn't want the company to get a bad rep. Not that I agree with that much." Tim shook his head. He should have known his cousin would take drastic measures to ensure the survival of his company. "We kept an eye on Marion. He caused some trouble at a few other locations, but he disappeared for a while. Last we heard he was here." Bonnie sighed before standing up. "Excuse me, I better go call Freddy now." Tim stood up as well. "Wait. You mentioned that the security advisor was Goldie… He was the other bear, wasn't he?" Bonnie nodded. "Look, I'm sorry, but Marion won't allow any location affiliated with Freddy's to open here. I think you might want to look into other options." With that, the purple rabbit left.
Goldie walked down the street, his hands in the pockets of his coat. Stopping at a rundown apartment, he knocked at the door. "Who'z there…" Someone muttered before opening the door. A bear wearing a dark suit opened the door and blinked a few times. "Goldie." He grunted. "Hello, Shaf." Shaf said nothing for a moment before moving, letting Goldie into the room. "Who was it?" a voice called. The speaker, a rabbit dressed in a similar suit, stood on the staircase. "Oh. You," he said, in a voice without emotion. "Shab. Is he here?" Shab scoffed. "Where else would he be?" Shab had fully descended the stairs now. "Room 37. Have fun." Goldie climbed the stairs and stood in front of room 37. He knocked on the door three times. "Go away." Came the response. Rolling his eyes, Goldie opened the unlocked door. "I said go away." The occupant snapped. Goldie shook his head. "Now, now. That's no way to treat a friend." He straightened up before taking off his coat. His eyes strained against the dark, searching for movement. "Now… where are you, Springy?"