Golden Years: Halloween, 1982
As summer came to an end and fall brought with it its colder weather, the animatronics noticed that their weekday business practically disintegrated while their weekend business soared. It was a little bit sad to see most of the children stop visiting as often, and most of their attendees were children that were very young, or people that just wanted the buffet lunch.
In fact, as October arrived, there were so few children during the week that some days the band didn't even play, and just wandered around the mostly empty restaurant, talking to the staff or the few patrons that were there, until the children that came for the dinner rush arrived. Then it was business as usual.
Since Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had been opened for several months, all of the initial hype surrounding the business had officially declined, with most of the customers now from the surrounding neighborhoods. They were still busy during prime hours, but faces started to become more and more familiar. This passage of time also resulted in the staff becoming much more adjusted to talking and interacting with the animatronics, and vice-versa. While the mechanic Nathan would always be their favorite, the robots began to bond with other staff members as well.
Chica was becoming friends with the cooks, who taught her how they made the pizza. The bird felt an interesting draw to cooking, probably because it was something else to do. After the pizzeria closed, and while Nathan worked on the others, she would sneak into the Kitchen to try the new things she learned. This typically resulted in a mess, especially when Chica tried to knead dough and spilled flour everywhere. Nathan nearly had an aneurism when she walked up for inspection completely coated in white powder.
Freddy, on the other hand, had gained a similar respect that Mr. Fazbach received, considered to be in a position of authority for anything related to the animatronics or their performances. This puzzled him, since the bear wasn't entirely sure why other employees looked up to him, in a sense. The other animatronics, even Foxy, thought of Freddy as a "big brother," and often confided in him with any problems they had. That was understandable, he experienced many of the same kinds. But employees began doing the same, and Freddy had no idea how to handle human problems.
"I'm just not sure she likes me, you know?" one of the waiters, George, said to the bear one day.
"I'm afraid I don't know, really," Freddy admitted honestly, straightening a table, "I don't have relationship experience."
"Well, maybe not. But you're a good listener," George replied, and headed off to grab the finished plates left by one of the few patrons they had at this hour. Freddy shrugged to himself. He always listened to people's problems.
Bonnie was the most liked by the rest of the staff, her constant happiness and friendliness infectious. She always greeted each staff member in the morning, and said good bye at the end of their shift when she could, and knew all of them by name. All of the animatronics did, since they had the memory for it. But Bonnie would always say hello.
The only one that had any real difficulty seemed to be Foxy, since it became apparent over time that he had gained quite a temper and at the absolute worst could even be violent. It never, ever occurred with children, for which he had a bottomless supply of patience, but anyone older than 18 seemed to rub the metal fox the wrong way. He wasn't exactly mean, but was usually a little bit irritable when he couldn't perform or was having difficulties with something.
Nathan wasn't particularly worried, since Foxy hadn't hurt anyone (the worst incident was Foxy flipping a table in frustration upon being told that his show wouldn't be running for the third day in a row.) The mechanic would work with him, trying to get him to control his anger. Foxy seemed to be the only one who experienced that emotion, and it was a real struggle for him to get a handle on it.
That being said, there were a few people on the staff (besides Nathan) that enjoyed the fox's company. One of their newest waitresses, Karissa, who just graduated from high school, adored Foxy, and would flock to him whenever he was wandering around. Foxy didn't seem to mind, and enjoyed the attention. The other staff members were concerned, seeing romantic undertones in the waitress's actions and knowing very well Foxy's aversion to physical contact. But nothing happened. Yet.
About halfway through the month of October, Freddy and the others noticed that decorations were starting to be put up. Things like cotton cobwebs and pumpkins soon sat in corners or on tables, which had their usual rainbow tablecloths replaced with orange and black ones, with little pumpkins with odd grins.
"What's all this stuff for?" Chica asked Nathan one night, picking up a pumpkin. Nathan looked up from his notes.
"Halloween," he answered simply, looking back down.
"And this orange thing?" Chica continued. This time, Nathan didn't even look up.
"That's a pumpkin. We carve shapes in them for the holiday," he explained.
This caught Bonnie's interest.
"Carving? Like faces and stuff?" she asked, picking up a pumpkin as well and turning it around in her paws.
"Yeah, or pictures, or whatever. Then you put a candle or light inside, and it turns into a lantern. A Jack o' Lantern," Nathan replied, scribbling something down on his notepad.
"And who's Jack? A pumpkin?" Chica asked. Nathan laughed.
"No. I don't know, it's just a name for it. Maybe some guy named Jack invented it," Nathan said.
"Can we make one?" Bonnie asked. Nathan rubbed the back of his neck.
"No offense, but I don't want you guys handling knives," Nathan told her.
"Please?" Bonnie asked again. Nathan shook his head.
"No," he replied.
Bonnie pouted, and tried to give puppy dog eyes.
"Doesn't work when you're bigger than me," Nathan told her, crossing his arms.
By now, Freddy and Foxy had overheard the discussion, and walked over to where the mechanic was seated in the Dining Hall.
"Wha's all this abou' pu'pkins?" Foxy asked, "Also, wha's a pu'pkin?"
Nathan pointed to a small pumpkin sitting on the middle of the table he sat at.
"That's a pu'pkin," Nathan replied, copying Foxy's accent.
"I always thought those be some sort o' odd cannonball. Never could figure out why they be orange," Foxy observed, picking the gourd up with his good hand.
Nathan leaned back and sighed, already guessing the fox's next question.
"Before you ask, they're for Halloween. We carve shapes and faces on them, and put a candle in it, and make it a light," Nathan explained once Foxy opened his mouth to speak again.
"Well, can we make one?" Foxy asked, tossing the small pumpkin into the air and catching it.
"I don't want you guys using knives," Nathan said.
Freddy nodded.
"I agree. Those are dangerous," Freddy said.
"Thank you!" Nathan said, throwing his hands up in the air.
Foxy, meanwhile, began staring at the pumpkin and his hook, noting its sharp point. Putting two and two together, he stabbed his hook into the pumpkin, and began trying to carve it. He succeeded in annihilating the small gourd, sending pumpkin guts flying everywhere.
"Blast it!" Foxy exclaimed, shaking his hook clean, "Why do these be filled with gunk?" He began to brush the guts off of his suit.
Nathan wiped a bit of slime off of his face,
"Damn it Foxy!" he scolded, "I just told you no!"
"I wan'ed to carve a pu'pkin!" Foxy shot back, growling. Freddy put a paw on the fox's shoulder.
"Temper, Foxy," Freddy reminded, and Foxy closed his eyes, trying to calm himself.
"Righ', sorry," Foxy apologized to the mechanic.
"It's fine," Nathan replied, "Now help me clean this up."
About twenty minutes later, the last bits of Foxy's attempt at pumpkin carving had been thrown in the trash. Nathan returned to his chair, and wrote down more notes.
"What are you writing about?" Bonnie asked, reading over his shoulder.
"Notes about you guys. For example, Foxy attempted to carve pumpkin. Result: Unsuccessful, and very messy," Nathan said, writing down the words he just spoke. Foxy glared at him.
"So what else do people do on this 'Halloween' thing?" Chica asked.
"Trick or treating is a big one," Nathan replied, closing his notebook, "Basically, kids dress up in costumes and go around their neighborhood, knocking on doors and getting candy."
"That sounds fun! Can we do that?" Bonnie asked. The others looked at him excitedly as well, even Freddy.
"That sounds wonderful!" Freddy agreed, "That's not too unreasonable, right?" The animatronics looked at the mechanic hopefully. If Freddy approved…
"Hate to shoot down all of your ideas, guys, but you aren't allowed outside the restaurant. That's the biggest rule, and they'd fire me if I let you out," Nathan replied, "Besides. You guys don't eat."
Bonnie nodded sadly.
"That's true. And I'd hate to make you lose your job," she said.
Nathan frowned. So far, everything he had told them about the holiday was what they couldn't do. No pumpkin carving, no trick or treating, nothing. He felt bad. The group seemed dejected and disappointed.
He slammed his hands against the table.
"Tell you what, I'll talk to Mr. Fazbach and see if we can stay open later and hand out candy. Maybe he'll even let you wear costumes," Nathan told the animatronics. Freddy beamed.
"Good idea! It'll be wonderful to see the children so excited!" Freddy commented.
"Yay! Thank you, Nathan!" Bonnie said, pulling the mechanic off his chair and into a tight hug.
"Don't thank me yet, I still need to get permission from the boss," Nathan wheezed, trying to push Bonnie's arms away so he could breathe better. "Air!" he called, and Bonnie let go, looking at him sheepishly.
"Sorry," Bonnie apologized.
Nathan took several deep breaths, nodding in forgiveness.
"It's fine," he replied, "C'mon, let's power you guys down, it's getting late."
Several days later, on October 21st, Nathan finally got an answer.
"Mr. Fazbach loved the idea," Nathan announced, and the animatronics cheered, Bonnie giving the mechanic another crushing hug, actually lifting him off of the ground.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said, swinging him back and forth.
"Bonnie! Put me down!" Nathan cried, and started gasping once Bonnie released him, "Do you remember nothing about the watermelons?"
"I'm sorry, I'm just excited! This'll be so much fun!" Bonne cried, bouncing on her toes.
Freddy also thanked Nathan, taking off his hat with a flourish and bowing as well as he could.
"Thank you, Nathaniel, this is wonderful news!" Freddy said, looking up with a smile. Nathan shook his head.
"So dramatic," he told the bear, who grinned back.
Chica spoke up.
"What were you saying about costumes?" she asked. Nathan sat back down in his chair.
"Well, kids dress up as stuff, like pirates. It's fun," Nathan explained. Foxy perked up.
"Pirates?" he asked excitedly.
"Yeah, and other stuff too, but pirates are pretty popular," Nathan replied.
Foxy grinned widely, flashing all of his teeth. This was shaping up to be really exciting!
"So what would we dress up as?" Chica asked. Nathan shrugged.
"I don't know. What do you want to go as?" he asked.
"I never really thought about it," Chica admitted, "What would I dress up as?"
"Technically, you're wearing a costume," Nathan pointed out, "That's what makes you look like you do. A suit."
There was a pause as the animatronics pondered this.
"I guess we're all set then," Chica said, shrugging.
"It'd probably be really hard to get clothes that fit you anyway. Even Foxy's pants are just his suit's legs," Nathan agreed.
Foxy examined his legs curiously. Nathan was right, there was no fur underneath them, and exaggerated cuffs around his ankles and waist gave the illusion of clothing. The fox did have two other articles of clothing, a coat and a hat, but the coat restricted his movements and could get caught in his joints, and that hat constantly fell off, so he often went onstage without them.
"So what else would we need?" Bonnie asked.
"Just candy," Nathan replied, "and we'll handle all of that."
"Is there anything else we can do?" Freddy asked eagerly.
"No, I think we'll be okay. Relax, guys, it's still, like, ten days away," Nathan said, "Now c'mon, it's time you all powered off."
Those ten days dragged as slow as a ship trying to sail with its anchor snagged on rocks for Foxy. He still had his show to keep him occupied, but every free moment was spent wondering what Halloween would be like. The excitement permeated the air among everyone else too, being the topic of nearly every child's conversation. This made the wait even more excruciating for the animatronics, especially the week Halloween fell on, when the staff started dressing in costume, even Nathan.
"The heck are you supposed to be?" Chica asked, staring at the unmoving wolf's head mask on the mechanic's head. When he arrived, Freddy and the others assumed he was a new addition to the band, being covered by shaggy gray hair poking out under a flannel shirt and jeans. They were surprised when underneath the wolf head was Nathan's smirking face.
"It's a werewolf, Chica," Nathan explained, taking off the mask again.
"And what's that?" Chica continued.
"Basically a guy that turns into a wolf on the night of a full moon. Pretty cool, huh? I made the mask myself," Nathan said proudly.
"It's… nice," Chica commented, not really approving of the look.
"Oh, so now you're a costume expert," Nathan shot back with a grin.
"Not like you know one," Chica immediately fired back. Nathan's eyes widened, and he took out his notepad, scribbling furiously.
"Dialogue…responses…increasing in speed…" Nathan said aloud to himself, "Sarcasm… apparent… that's new."
Chica stared at him curiously, and when he continued to write, rolled her eyes and walked away. Nathan flicked his notepad closed with a snap, and cradled the wolf mask under his arm as he walked towards the Show Stage.
Freddy and Foxy had been hunched over… something since realizing that Nathan wasn't a new animatronic. They talked to each other in low voices, turning their volume down to a barely audible level. Nathan walked over.
"What are you two up to?"Nathan asked, trying to look over their shoulders. The two robots straightened and whirled around.
"Oh, hello Nathaniel. I thought you were talking with Chica in the Kitchen," Freddy said hurriedly, standing shoulder to shoulder with Foxy, hiding whatever they were working on.
"Yeah, I was. Whatcha' got there?" Nathan asked, standing on his toes.
"Nothin' tha' concerns ye," Foxy replied, starting to inch slowly towards Backstage, Freddy following, hands behind his back.
Nathan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes.
"What's behind your backs?" the mechanic asked.
"Nothing. Nothing at all," Freddy said smoothly, continuing to slowly creep backstage. Nathan glared at him like a parent.
"Show me. Now." Nathan demanded.
Freddy and Foxy fidgeted under the mechanic's angry gaze. For anyone watching, it would have been amusing to see the large robots wither under the smaller man's stare. Freddy nodded, and brought a pumpkin out from behind his back. It was almost carved, all the letters of the word "Freddy" cut out except for the "y".
Foxy, on the other hand, guiltily pulled out from behind his back a large kitchen knife. Nathan leaned back in surprise.
"Foxy, put that down!" Nathan ordered. Foxy obeyed, and set it on the stage. "I thought I told you guys not to touch that stuff! Where'd you get that?"
Foxy looked down. "Tha Kitchen," he replied. Nathan picked up the knife and set it on a nearby table, and took the pumpkin from Freddy and turned it over in his hands.
It had a hole cut in the top, and the guts had been scooped out. The cuts were rough, coming from a knife made for dicing things like tomatoes, but had an astounding degree of precision.
"We jus' be wan'ing ta carve a pu'pkin," Foxy explained, still staring guiltily at the floor.
"Yes. We were each going to make pumpkins with our names on them," Freddy also explained, "I found the knife, so I went first. Foxy helped me get all the gunk and seeds out."
Nathan looked at them, and scratched his head. He couldn't blame them for wanting to participate. After all, Halloween was tomorrow. Before he could think of what to say, Foxy spoke up.
"Are ye mad?" Foxy asked. Nathan was surprised at the innocence of the question, and then it hit him. Kids. They were acting like the kids they entertained. Their A.I., programmed to learn, was developing a child's interests and reactions to problems. Even for the more mature and logical Freddy.
They were more intelligent, yes, and self-sufficient, but the mechanic realized that all they knew about the world mostly came from children, and the animatronics looked at Nathan as a sort of fatherly figure. Especially now, with Foxy's usual "pirate" persona having been replaced with a child caught in a lie.
"No, I'm not mad," Nathan said gently, "I'm disappointed in you. Both of you. What did I tell you not to do?" Freddy scuffed his feet on the tile floor.
"You told us not to use a knife to carve a pumpkin," Freddy replied, staring at the floor.
"And did you?" Nathan asked. Foxy nodded.
"Aye. We did," Foxy replied softly, "And I be sorry fer it."
"Good. Apology accepted. Now go grab three more," Nathan said, sitting down at the table he set the knife on. Freddy and Foxy looked up.
"Pardon?" Freddy asked.
"Go grab three more pumpkins. Big ones, like this one. Oh, and ask Chica for a bowl or something. I said you couldn't use the knife. But I can, now hurry up, we don't have all night," Nathan told the pair, starting to carve out the final letter.
Freddy and Foxy grinned in surprise, and dashed off, gathering the necessary supplies.
Nathan worked diligently, with Freddy and Foxy assisting by scooping out the pumpkin guts. Soon, pumpkins with each of the characters names' on them were lined up on the Show Stage. Bonnie and Chica noticed these once they left the Kitchen.
"Oh wow!" Bonnie exclaimed, picking up the one with her name on it.
"Cool," Chica agreed, picking up hers as well.
"Yeah, well, you're welcome. Consider it a Halloween present," Nathan replied, "Now get in places guys, it's super late, and I got other work in the morning."
The animatronics nodded, and got prepped for powering down. Nathan moved to each one, saying good night to each robot as he hit the manual switch in the back of their heads.
The next day, Halloween, which was on a Saturday, saw Freddy's packed to the brim with children, all in costume. It brought a smile to Foxy's face when he saw many of them sported pirate hats and bandannas, brandishing plastic swords. Not wanting to be out-pirated, the metal fox dug through his treasure chest, pulling out his captain's tricorn, long burgundy coat, and his prop cutlass. It was a metal reproduction, but made safe by using a light metal and keeping it dull. The tip had even been rounded off, almost like a butter knife. There were a few other items he could have used, mainly used as just things to fill the chest (besides the layer of treasure), but the coat was already annoying enough.
The usual shows had been removed in favor of more conventional Halloween party games, with little areas laid out in the Dining Hall and Pirate's Cove for them to take place. The activities consisted of pumpkin "carving" (markers and paint as opposed to knives and spoons), bobbing for apples (which would then be turned into caramel apples by one of the cooks), and a scavenger hunt led by Foxy. Other events ran throughout the day, such as a costume contest where the animatronics were the judges, or a dance party with classic Halloween songs.
Things were going smoothly until a group of middle schoolers, probably close to fourteen, walked in. Foxy had found a group of children that all decided to dress like pirates, and they were happily parading around the restaurant with Foxy leading the way. The middle school kids noticed them, and started to make fun of them.
"Look at those losers, dressed up like pirates!" one called.
"Yeah, what, did your mommy make them for you?" another said, and the group laughed at their… comedy genius. Foxy noticed immediately, and turned to his followers.
"Ye all jus' pay those lubbers no mind. They be jealous," Foxy told the little pirates, and steered the line away from the taunting.
This didn't please the middle schoolers, and they followed the pirates, calling over any mocking insults they could think of. Freddy noticed what was going on and intercepted the bullies.
"Now come now, that's no way to behave," Freddy scolded, "I'm afraid that if you're not going to play nice, you'll have to leave." He pointed a paw at the door in emphasis. The authority in the bear's voice made the bullies falter, but quickly cocky smirks crossed their faces.
"Oh please. You're just a robot, what are you gonna do about it?" the leader challenged. Freddy narrowed his eyes.
"Where are your parents?" Freddy asked. One of the bullies scoffed.
"We came here by ourselves. We don't need our parents!" she said, putting her hands on her hips.
"I see… Foxy? Kindly ask your friends to go wait in Pirate's Cove. We have a dilemma," Freddy ordered, and Foxy quickly complied.
"Ye heard him, lads, go make port in Pirate's Cove, I has cap'n business to 'tend to," Foxy told the pirate children, "I'll meet ya there in jus' a few minutes." The little pirates nodded and marched towards the cove, looking back every so often to watch what was going to happen. With the children out of the line of fire, Foxy crossed his arms and nodded to Freddy. The bear nodded in return, and turned towards the group of bullies.
"This is the last time I'll ask nicely: Either quit being a nuisance, or you all will be forced to leave the restaurant," Freddy told them. The leader stepped out confidently, unperturbed at the warning.
"Oh yeah? Just try it," he goated, and turned to walk away. Foxy snagged the back of the boy's collar with his hook.
"Alrigh', ye asked," Foxy said, and began pulling him towards the exit. The leader pulled away with all his might, and finally tore a hole in his shirt, escaping. The other bullies cheered, watching as Foxy just barely missed trying to grab a hold of the boy's arm. Freddy blocked the fleeing boy's path, and the bully looked desperately for a way out. He grabbed the first thing he could find and threw it at the bear: an almost full cup of soda.
The liquid splashed across Freddy's face, and sparks began flying as several exposed wires shorted out. The bear began to twitch violently, the sparks increasing, before freezing and falling over with a crash.
"Freddy!" Foxy cried, and ran to his friend. The bullies stared, and Foxy glared at them.
"Are ye happy now!? Get ou' o' here before I keelhaul ya!" Foxy roared, and the bullies sprinted away, Foxy following them until they exited the restaurant. The crash and Foxy's shouting caused the room to go deathly quiet, the customers staring as the fox returned and stood over Freddy.
"Freddy? Can ya hear me, matey?" Foxy asked, waving his hook in front of the bear's eyes. They tracked it briefly, and noticeably flickered. By now, Bonnie and Chica had ran up and stared at the scene, horrified.
"What happened?" Bonnie asked.
"Lubber threw soda and he jus' sparked up, then fell. Help me get 'im Backstage," Foxy said, grabbing Freddy's legs. One of the employees quickly dialed Nathan's number.
An hour and a half later, and Freddy had been reactivated. The soda caused a short on an area of exposed wiring, leading to a failsafe to be triggered to protect vital systems. All that was necessary was for the area to be dried and a system reboot. Soon, Freddy had completely recovered, and went back out into the Dining Hall. Nothing occurred the rest of the day, and when night fell, most of the children left to go trick-or-treating.
Instead of closing early as was originally planned, the Dining Hall was cleaned up, and the lobby furniture pushed aside to make room. Four tables were set up, and upon which were placed a bowl of candy and one of the character's jack o' lanterns. The doors were propped open, exterior lights switched on, and a sign reading "Trick or treat at Freddy's!" placed outside, and the animatronics stood in position next to their respective table. All that was left was to wait.
Bonnie could hardly keep her excitement contained, bouncing slightly on her toes in anticipation. Nathan, who decided to stay and watch, chuckled. Foxy was equally excited, fiddling with his hook absent-mindedly. Freddy and Chica were much more outwardly calm, Freddy bearing a happy grin and Chica a bemused smile. Soon, they got their first visitor: a small boy dressed as an astronaut.
"Trick or treat!" he said shyly, holding up a little plastic bucket shaped like a jack o' lantern to Bonnie.
"Happy Halloween!" Bonnie said back, depositing candy into the bucket. The boy's mother watched with a curious expression, and turned to Nathan.
"That's pretty cool, getting guys to dress up in suits," she said.
"Oh, they're not guys in suits. Those are them. See their joints?" Nathan told the woman, pointing at one of the few areas of exposed metal. The woman watched, amazed, as the others animatronics gave their greetings (and candy) to her son, and waved after them when they left.
"He was pretty cute," Chica observed, digging through her bowl of candy.
"Aye," Foxy agreed, nudging his hat back into place. Soon, a line began to form outside the restaurant as word spread, and Freddy and the others were constantly giving out candy and taking pictures with various costumed kids. Foxy was pleased with number of little pirates that stopped by, happily posing with them for pictures and giving them extra candy. Bonnie had been a little bit too generous, and Nathan had to scramble to a nearby store for a refill before a riot broke out. Thankfully Freddy and Chica were able to cover for the depleted candy supplies.
But the absolute highlight of the evening had to have been the girl who arrived with a big brown fur coat, brown gloves, fuzzy boots, a top hat and a bowtie. She went as Freddy for Halloween. The bear was flattered, and traded hats, chuckling when his too-big hat barely managed to stay on the girl's head. Even one of the employees took a picture, knowing good advertising potential when he saw it.
Not too long afterward, a boy in a fox costume arrived. According to his father, the boy was just a fox, and didn't even know about Foxy, but the animatronic dumped his entire bowl of candy into the boy's bag anyway, forcing Nathan to run to the same store for the third time that evening, finding a bag of candy specially set aside for him.
As the night continued, the number of visitors slowly declined, and finally, close to 11:00, the final children exited the restaurant. Nathan yawned, grabbing a chocolate bar out of Bonnie's bowl and tearing it open, eating it in one bite.
"Hungry?" Bonnie asked, picking up the bowl and offering it to him.
"Yeah, never got to eat dinner," Nathan replied, grabbing the bowl and exiting into the Dining Hall. The rest of the employees cleaned up and reorganized the lobby, leaving the animatronics and Nathan alone.
"That was so much fun!" Chica said, sitting on the edge of the stage.
"Aye! Remember tha lad tha' dressed like me?" Foxy asked.
"Yeah, yeah, you won't stop talking about it," Chica replied.
"Remember those girls that all wore those long dresses?" Bonnie asked.
"What about that boy dressed as that turtle?" Freddy offered.
Conversation continued like this until Nathan walked up, wiping chocolate off of his face.
"Ugh, I'm gonna regret this in the morning," he said, clutching at his stomach, "Alright, glad you guys had fun, let's shut on down for the night. You okay, Freddy?"
"Fine, fine!" Freddy replied, "Not to worry."
"Good," Nathan said, relieved, "Good night guys. Happy Halloween."
A/N: Hello, everyone. Long time no write a damn thing. So this is my "Halloween Episode" for Just Another Night at Freddy's (JANaF, or "jay-naff"), just something I did while looking through the submissions.
Halloween is my favorite holiday (other than Independence Day), so I wanted to make an extra long one-shot in the Golden Years collection to celebrate. I'm looking forward to Night Five, which I'll be starting very shortly, since the contest is over. I'll officially announce the winners in that story, but they do know who they are, so it'll just be for the rest of us.
For a bit of extra good news (which I'll repeat in Night Five), I'm planning on definitely going for seven nights, and probably surpassing it.
Hope you have a fun and safe holiday, and from myself, my bestest buddies KamikazeRebel and Arm Chair General, and my whole version of the Fazbear crew, Happy Halloween! –DeltaV "The Guy That Just Takes One… Bowl"