Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, August 14th, 1986, 5:52 PM, EST
To the left of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, a man stood motionless in the shadows. The man began to walk slowly, as if he was on a stroll through the park, towards the pizzeria's front doors. The male's unnaturally-colored purple eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, yet they still darted nervously around, searching for any signs of life. Seeing none, the man picked up his pace, until he arrived at the doors of the old building. He reached out and twisted the doorknob on one of the doors, roughly pushing it open. The man wrinkled his face in disgust as the stench of sweat and pizza filled his nostrils (he hated children and their disgusting odors).
Nevertheless, he was standing in the hallway that led to the main entrance of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria; a kiddie restaurant. But the man wasn't here for the children: he was here just to complete a simple task: get a key to the pizzeria. Today, he was fortunate; an employee had forgotten to close the door the right way. Now, all the man had to do was go into the main office and retrieve a spare set of keys. So, he walked forward and pushed the second set of doors that led into the main room of the pizzeria open.
The man smiled gleefully as he looked across the pizzeria. On a stage stood three animatronics, Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica. Diagonal from Bonnie was a small stage with a partially closed purple curtain, where Foxy the Fox stood, an out of order sign around his neck. The robots looked…horrible. Rips from rough handling were evident across their exoskeletons, and stains from various fluids were also evident. It was obvious that the robots hadn't been cared for or cleaned in years. Not that their well-being was important to the man, as right now, he was busy laughing at the animatronics horrible state.
However, this didn't last long. The man suddenly remembered that the animatronics free roam mode activated at 6:00…which was less than a minute away. Dammit, I've wasted too much time! He thought. So he sprinted towards the long hallway directly opposite the stage, his long coat billowing out behind him as he ran. Once he had reached the end of the hallway, he turned left and entered the unlocked office. Inside, various security cameras sat haphazardly on the desk. He searched, frantic now, to find a spare set of keys. He almost threw a security camera in his frustration, before he finally spotted what he was looking for. The man quickly snatched the keys, and without a second of hesitation, he sprinted out of the office, and back to the main area of the pizzeria.
He stared in horror as the clock reached six, and an almost inaudible rumbling filled the pizzeria. The man paled in fear. "No…not yet! I need to get out of here!" he exclaimed.
The man made a mad dash for the main door, his heart racing. He reached out with his hand, the doorknob cold and unyielding. The man swore under his breath, and rummaged through his coat for the keys he had taken. He pulled them out and breathed out shakily as he inserted one of them in the keyhole, hoping that the key would work. He tried to turn the key in the lock, but it refused to move. A cold fear washed over the man and he let out a whimper of fear. He had the wrong keys.
Now, the man stood, shaking with desperation as he heard mechanical clanks of movement. He banged against the door, and tried once again to open it, yet it still remained locked. A shadow passed over the ground and the man let out a choked sob. The mechanical buzz grew louder, and in his desperation, the man turned the key the opposite direction. The door unlocked with a click, and the man stumbled out of the pizzeria, slamming the door behind him. He locked the door and turned away from the restaurant, relieved to be alive. Now, the cold fear he had felt in the pizzeria was replaced by anger. The violet-eyed man growled, and without looking back, he walked away from the pizzeria, vowing his revenge on those horrid animatronics.
Inside the pizzeria, the mechanical buzzing grew louder. The clock read 6:03, yet the animatronics were still inactive. Suddenly, one-by-one, a clang came from the chest of each of the animatronics. The buzzing suddenly stopped, and was replaced by an ominous silence. For the next two minutes, nothing happened. However at 6:05, the animatronics started to move. It began with a small, hardly noticeable twitch, a flick of an ear, a slight adjustment of position. Then, the animatronics really started to move, randomly throwing their arms up or out (they never hit their bandmates) or kicking out their feet.
It was a bizarre spectacle that was strangely necessary to reset the animatronics servos. However, their movement died down to twitches once again by 6:08. Two minutes later, the first animatronic opened its eyes.
Bonnie the Bunny's red eyes emitted a soft glow. He turned his head slowly to the other animatronics, their eyes opening slowly. To the right of Freddy, Chica yawned and raised her arms above her head, her joints creaking ever so slightly. "Hey, Bonnie, do you know where the oil can is? My jaw is pretty stiff." said Chica.
Bonnie shook his head. "Sorry, I think Goldie had it last. Maybe ask him?"
To the right of the stage, Golden Freddy had just activated and was "blinking" his eyes. "Huh? Did somebody say my name?"
"Yeah, I did, and I was wondering. Do you know where the oil can is? I can't move my jaw very well." asked Chica.
"Sorry Chica, I used the last of the oil last night because I couldn't move my hand. I heard one of the employees on dayshift say that they were going to bring some in soon." said Goldie apologetically.
Chica growled in anger. "You'd think that the owners of this dumb place would at least try to care for us a little! I mean, come on!" she exclaimed angrily.
Freddy stepped back quickly to avoid getting run over by the chicken. "Hey! Watch where you're going buttface!" he huffed with annoyance.
Chica looked back at Freddy. "Oh, sorry Fredbear, didn't see ya there!" the chicken said sheepishly.
Bonnie laughed, "Look at you two! Bickering like an old married couple!" He teased, pointing towards Freddy and Chica.
Freddy laughed dryly "Haha, very funny Bonnie. But-" he began
"YARR HARR ME MATEYS! 'TIS A FINE NIGHT FER SAILIN'!" Interrupted Foxy, as he awkwardly jumped off the pirate's cove stage.
The fox stumbled as he tried to walk on his mangled legs. Chica quickly hopped down from the show stage to help the pirate. "Hey Foxy!" she chirped happily, smiling at the Fox.
Foxy grinned back at her "Why hello lassie! How ye be doin' on this fine day- err, night?"
"I'm fine, how about you? Are you feeling any better? I saw that you were put out of order today." asked Chica.
At this, the Fox's ears dropped. "Ay, 'tis right lass. I'm…I'm out of order fer a long time. There's been talk about me being scrapped, whatever that means."
The rest of the animatronics walked up to where Chica and Foxy were talking. "Wait, you're being scrapped? But why?" asked Freddy, his blue eyes full of concern for his vulpine friend.
"I-I… I think it's because I be too broken fer the kiddies to play with. They be worried about me hurtin' them. But, I jus' want to be their friends! Remember, when we were kids, Freddy?" said the saddened fox.
Freddy shook his head. "No, I'm sorry Foxy, but I can't remember anything about my past. How much do you remember?" asked the bear.
Foxy nodded. "Ay, well I can't remember all of it, but I do remember quite a lot of me childhood. Well, at least when I was…alive." replied the fox.
"Well, that's good that you remember that Foxy, but we need to figure out how to prevent you from being scrapped. First of all, why would they scrap you Foxy? The kids love you! They should just repair you, I mean, they repair us all the time." said Goldie.
"I think I know why they aren't repairing him, Golden." said Bonnie, holding up a piece of paper.
Goldie took the paper out of Bonnie's hand "A newspaper? What does this have to do with anything?"
"Read the second page." answered Bonnie.
Goldie opened the newspaper to the second page. "What?!" he exclaimed as he read the article.
Freddy moved next to Golden so he could see what the yellow bear was looking at. On the page was a picture of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and a headline that read "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Has Announced That It Will Be Closing In December." Freddy snarled in rage. "Why are they doing this?! Don't they realize that if they close this restaurant that we'll have nowhere to go?" exclaimed the bear.
"They don't know that we're people Freddy. Don't you think that if they knew about that they'd treat us more like humans? They think that we're just robots. We've been trying to tell them for years, but they just don't listen!" replied Goldie.
The other animatronics nodded in agreement. "Goldie is right, Freddy. You shouldn't be mad at them, the people just don't know. Why would you ever believe anything a six-foot animatronic told you?" said Chica.
"I…you're right. I'm sorry that I acted like that." replied Freddy.
"It's ok, we forgive you Freddy." said Bonnie.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I'm kinda wonderin', what are we going to do about the pizzeria closing?" asked Foxy.
"I don't know, do you two have any ideas?" said Chica, turning towards Bonnie and Freddy.
The two animatronics shook their heads. "I got nothing." said Bonnie.
The animatronics turned towards Goldie. "I don't know what to do either, but I do know one thing: we won't let this place go without a fight." stated Golden resolutely.