Just Another Silent Night at Freddy's, 1982
"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way!" Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica all sang on the Show Stage. The gathered children below them belted out the lyrics as well, making such a festive cacophony of noise Foxy poked his head out of Pirate's Cove's curtained entrance, watching with a grin.
The day was December 18th, 1982, and the first official holiday season for the pizzeria. And Christmas was one week away. Of course, the staff had prepared the restaurant much sooner than that, the instant December 1st arrived, and wreaths hung from the walls and on the doors as tinsel crisscrossed the ceiling.
The stage received a new festive set, with a fake fireplace serving as the new backdrop, a paper fire "burning" inside. Stockings bearing the animatronics' names were hung up as well, and a Christmas tree sporting a large amount of red, purple, yellow, and brown ornaments sat in the back right corner.
The usual tablecloths had been replaced with cartoon portraits of each animatronic sporting a Santa Claus hat with the words "Merry Christmas!" written in red, blocky font with a green outline. For the first time, desserts were offered in the form of Christmas cookies (made by the quick-learning Chica and the two cooks, Sal and Gus). Suffice it to say, the holiday spirit permeated through every inch of the restaurant. And Nathan found himself in the role of mentor once again.
Naturally, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy immediately bombarded the mechanic with questions about Christmas, having overheard a great deal from the children they entertained.
"Who's Santa?" Chica asked, "I heard he's some fat guy that brings presents."
Nathan chuckled from the fake fireplace, checking to make sure everything worked.
"That pretty much sums it up," Nathan said. Bonnie sat on the edge of the stage, swinging her legs.
"I heard that when people are nice he brings them presents, and that he does it all in one night, and visits everyone by going down the chimney," Bonnie offered. Nathan nodded, fiddling with the stage chimney's fake fire.
"Yup, that's what they say," he said, flicking it on. The fake fire fluttered as air was blown from underneath it. The mechanic dusted his hands and stood up.
"Is tha lubber fer real?" Foxy asked. He had heard the same thing from all of his crews, and wanted to know for sure.
Nathan fidgeted.
"Well…" he began, unsure of how to explain it. Bonnie saved him the trouble.
"Of course he's real! Why wouldn't he be?" Bonnie exclaimed. Foxy nodded in acceptance.
Chica rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak, but Freddy put a paw on her shoulder. She looked at him and saw him subtly shake his head. The bird shrugged and crossed her arms, indifferent. Bonnie didn't notice.
"I'm so excited for Christmas! Nathan? Do you think we could stay powered on Christmas Eve so we can see Santa?" Bonnie asked. Nathan shook his head.
"If you guys aren't aslee-er, shutdown, then how do you expect to be fully charged for Christmas?" Nathan reminded.
"But we aren't open on Christmas," Bonnie countered, "We could charge then."
Nathan frowned. She got him, he couldn't think of a legitimate reason other than to avoid disappointment. He sighed in defeat.
"Fine," Nathan allowed, "You guys can stay up. But I expect no complaints about low batteries, capiche?"
"Capiche," Chica replied. She might not be onboard with the whole Santa thing, but getting to roam around longer was something to look forward to. Sal, one of the cooks, had shown her a few new pizza recipes to try out, but Nathan never let them stay active long enough for her to bake them.
A few hours later, Nathan finished his usual inspection of the robots, giving them all a clean bill of health. He stood onstage looking at Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica in their show positions, wiping off his grease-streaked with a rag.
"Good as always, guys," Nathan told them, getting ready to leave, "Ah shit, there was something I was supposed to tell you… Oh well, if it were important I would have remembered. Have a good night you three."
"Good night Nathan," the animatronics chorused, and Nathan shut them down individually. He then headed for Pirate's Cove, hearing a rustling coming from behind the curtain.
Foxy was digging enthusiastically through his treasure chest, pulling out odd pieces of treasure and junk.
"What are you doing?" Nathan asked. Foxy turned and looked up.
"Ahoy, Nate. I just be lookin' fer somethin' ta catch tha' San'a Claus," Foxy replied, and rummaged further before asking, "Do we have a net?"
"A net? No," Nathan replied, laughing, "Why do you want to catch Santa?"
"Ta prove he's real, o'course!" Foxy replied, "I be a little bi' on tha skeptical side."
"Bonnie believes it. Don't you trust her?"
"O'course, o'course, bu' a good pirate always sees it with his own eyes, mate," Foxy explained, "There also be all o' tha' treasure…"
Nathan shrugged.
"Whatever. Time for shutdown, bud," Nathan said, and Foxy quickly stuffed the items he tossed out back into the chest, closing it and sitting on it.
Nathan opened the hatch on the back of Foxy's head and powered him down.
"Crazy fox," he muttered to himself, smiling, and walked out of the pizzeria, clicking off lights along the way.
Several days later, on December 22nd, Nathan learned far too late what he was supposed to tell the animatronics, when the security supervisor called him in a slight panic.
"You're, um, you're gonna want to get down here. Um, uh, Santa's in a bit of trouble. I mean, he's fine, not saying he's not, but, um, you know what, you can handle this, I'll see you soon," the supervisor had said. Apparently the day had gone down like this:
Management had approved the visit of a Santa Claus impersonator as a way to entertain the kids, and Nathan was to install a particular show script that accommodated the actor's arrival. But the mechanic forgot.
As a result, when jolly old Saint Nicholas walked through the double doors, it was as much a surprise to the animatronics as it was to the children they entertained. To make matters worse, the poor old man was equally less informed in how much freedom the animatronics had to wander around. Freddy and the others were playing their show, Pirate's Cove being closed so as to not steal attention away from it. Foxy watched from behind his curtain, enjoying seeing his friends perform, when the big man in red made his entrance.
"Ho, ho, ho!" Santa said as he walked in, flanked by surprisingly tall elves, "Merry Christmas!"
The kids froze. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica froze. Foxy thrust his head out of his curtains. All eyes, both human and robotic, suddenly snapped to the large man with a white beard. He gave a friendly wave, staring with a furrowed brow at the animatronics onstage, who stared unblinkingly back.
A staff member quickly shooed Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica off to the side as another dragged a large armchair onto the left side of the stage, next to the large fireplace. Santa strode his way onstage and sat in it, his elven bodyguards standing on either side.
The day manager, Harry, quickly climbed onto the stage with a microphone.
"Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, Santa Claus has come to town!" he announced, earning a series of cheers from the crowd, "We are now offering free pictures with Santa for the next few hours, so be sure to tell him want you want for Christmas this year!" He ended his announcement and quickly ran to the side as a line formed up the stage steps.
"Well, that happened," Chica huffed, irritated at being pushed off the stage.
"I suppose this was what Nathan was referring to," Freddy surmised, watching with a smile as children sat on Santa's lap and took a picture.
Bonnie stared in awe, unable to believe her eyes.
"He's here," she said quietly, and moved around to stand in line. Several of the guests she stood next to looked up at her curiously, and inched away from the robot. Bonnie never noticed, eyes locked on the man in red onstage.
Like clockwork, a child walked up, sat on the man's lap, exchanged a few words, took a picture, and was ushered off the stage by one of the elves. As a result, despite the many people that had gotten in line, soon there were only a few people left before Bonnie. Santa sat a little boy onto his lap.
"Hello little boy," he said, "What's your name?"
"Calvin," he replied shyly.
"And what would you want for Christmas?"
The elves noticed Bonnie waiting patiently, still staring at Santa.
"Uh, should that thing be standing there?" the male "elf" quietly asked his female counterpart.
"I don't know… It's weird, it's just… staring…" the female "elf" replied.
While this was going on, Bonnie struggled to think of what she wanted to say to the one and only Santa Claus. Hundreds of questions exploded across her CPU. How did he deliver gifts all in one night? How did he fit his fat body down a chimney? How did he know what gifts to bring? What were those people dressed funny with pointy ears? Was she getting a gift? Should she give him one? What would he want?
These questions resulted in her to continue to stare at the man, slowly walking forward as the line progressed. Finally, it was only her. Santa's smile fell into concern as he stared back at Bonnie. He whispered to the male elf, and he quickly walked off to find a staff member. An awkward silence hung in the air, Bonnie still unaware that she was next. Santa cleared his throat.
"Um, is there a problem?" he asked quietly, dropping his Santa voice. Bonnie blinked, and shook her head slightly.
"What? Oh! Hello Santa!" she said, beaming. Santa's eyes widened in surprise at the acknowledgement. The female elf leaned over.
"I think this is the show they were talking about," she whispered into his ear.
"Oh," he replied, and smiled.
From across the Dining Hall, Foxy watched the entire scene unfold.
Well blow me down, the lubber's for real! Foxy thought, and then remembered his plan. He disappeared behind his purple curtains.
Freddy watched with a bemused smile, and Chica with a knowing grin. They both knew that this man wasn't the real Santa, but Bonnie's delight made them happy all the same, if for different reasons.
"Let's hope Bonnie remembers the watermelons," Chica said, crossing her arms.
Freddy's eyes widened.
"Oh dear, you know how she gets. Maybe one of us should go over there, just in case," Freddy suggested.
He was about to leave, but the children that had been distracted by Santa's arrival finally remembered the animatronics existed, and soon swarmed them.
"Freddy! Chica! Didja see? Santa's here!" a girl told them. Freddy nodded.
"Yes, isn't in wonderful? Let's go over there so I can say hello," Freddy suggested, hoping to use that as an excuse to keep an eye on Bonnie.
"He's much rounder in person," Chica quipped, and a few of the older kids laughed.
Back onstage, Bonnie could barely contain her excitement, joints twitching anxiously, giving the appearance that she was shivering with her whole body. The female elf noticed.
"What is up with that thing?" she asked her male colleague, who returned staff member-less. He shrugged.
"They got some sort of free roam or something, that's what one of their guys told me," the male elf explained, "Apparently we're just supposed to roll with it."
"It's creepy, the robots just walking around, doing what they want," Santa observed, "But, a job's a job, so let's just play along… Hello, um…" Santa had gone back into character, addressing Bonnie.
"Bonnie," the rabbit supplied, grinning widely. Santa returned it, slightly forced.
"What a lovely name," Santa complimented. Bonnie's smile grew wider, unnaturally so due to her mechanical jaw.
"Thanks!"
Bonnie couldn't contain herself anymore, and in three steps she pulled Santa into a tight hug, lifting him off of his chair. He shouted out in surprise, and the elves watched, concerned. A shout suddenly carried across the restaurant.
"Ye got 'im!" Foxy cheered, and sprinted across the Dining Hall, quickly scrabbling up onto the stage. Freddy and Chica quickly followed, a group of children tailing them.
Bonnie whirled around, carrying Santa with her, and faced the pirate. Santa gasped for breath. The rabbit noticed and set him down between her and Foxy, who crossed his arms.
"Alrigh' San'a, where be yer treasure?" Foxy demanded. Bonnie frowned.
"Foxy! You can't take his presents! They're for everyone!" she scolded, and the two launched into an argument, Foxy defending his piracy and Bonnie defending Santa.
The aforementioned holiday icon was incredibly confused. What the hell kind of show was this? It was almost as if these guys were making this up as they went along! The look of concern he saw on a few staff members faces as they watched the goings-on gave the man a sneaking suspicion that something wasn't quite right. He decided to put an end to it on his own terms, and stood as tall as he could, clearing his throat loudly.
"Now listen here, fox," Santa said in his most authoritative voice, "If you try and take any of my presents, I'm putting you on the Naughty List!"
The children watching gasped and froze, including Bonnie. Foxy looked around, confused.
"Tha wha'?" he asked.
"The Naughty List, Cap'n!" a little boy who frequented Pirate's Cove explained, "It says you don't get presents this year."
Foxy's eyes widened. He didn't want that. The fox scuffed his feet against the stage.
"Oh. 'M sorry, San'a. I didn' know tha' was bad," he apologized. Chica scoffed.
"You're talking about stealing, ya big dolt!" Chica pointed out, "Jeez, you guys seem to think Santa's real or something!" She quickly slapped a hand to her beak, eyes wide as she realized what she just said.
Silence spread throughout the Dining Hall after the bird's statement. Freddy shook his head at her sadly. The entire building held a collective breath, bracing for what would certainly be an intense reaction.
"Wha'!?" Foxy roared, turning to the man in red, "Yer an imposter!"
"O-o-of course not, I'm Santa!" Santa replied. Foxy narrowed his eyes.
"I don' believe ya," Foxy accused.
Bonnie looked at him sadly.
"You're not Santa?" she asked, crushed.
Foxy crossed his arms.
"No. He's no',"
"Of course I'm the real Santa!" Santa replied.
"The beard! Try the beard!" an equally suspicious kid suggested.
Foxy grinned slightly at the idea, and grabbed a handful of white hair in his good hand. With a sharp tug, it pulled free from the Spirit Gum holding it in place with a sound akin to pulling apart Velcro. "Santa" winced at the removal, and it revealed a middle aged man, completely clean-shaven.
"Oh no," he simply said.
Many children cried and rushed to their parents, demanding an explanation. Still others, Foxy included, glared at the man in hate. Even more, such as Bonnie, stood shell-shocked, trying to process the dastardly betrayal that occurred by the hand of this fake Saint Nick. Freddy shot a look at Chica, who stared guiltily at the floor. The group of children that surrounded them had long since left.
Foxy and his little band of protesters shouted insults and young (or pirate) obscenities at the clearly distraught actor. Foxy himself was the loudest, and seemed keen on getting revenge on being betrayed.
"Pull a fas' one on me crew, will ye? Yer goin' ta tha brig!" Foxy said, and grabbed the fake Santa by the front of his red suit, carrying him off towards Backstage. The maintenance room located there had a design flaw on its door, where the lock had been put on incorrectly and couldn't be manually unlocked from the inside, but rather from the outside. If someone wanted you in there, he could lock you in without a key, and you could only unlock the door from inside with said key.
The "elves" quickly ran to staff members, asking for help. Most didn't want to get in Foxy's way, and the only help came from the security supervisor, easily spotted in his dark blue uniform.
"Um, I'll, uh, call the mechanic right away, he can fix 'em up, right as rain," the supervisor assured, and picked up the phone in the office, dialing Nathan's number.
Nathan threw open the doors, and walked in to complete chaos, arriving mere minutes after being called due to driving like a bat out of hell. Kids were clearly distraught, with Freddy and Chica trying to comfort them as best they could. Bonnie was sitting, dejected, on the Show Stage, and Foxy was nowhere to be found. The security supervisor waved him over, standing next to a man in an elf costume.
Oh shit, Nathan thought, That was today. He jogged over to the two men.
"What's the deal?" Nathan asked.
"One of your robots walked away with Santa," the male elf accused, "I swear to God, if he's hurt in anyway…"
"Now now, these robots are harmless! Why, these guys hold a special place in these kids' hearts!" the security supervisor said, rising to the animatronic's defense.
Nathan interrupted them.
"Where's Foxy?" he asked the supervisor. He pointed towards Backstage.
"Backstage, I think," the supervisor replied, "Seemed like he was pretty upset to figure out Santa's not real. I mean, if I had that happen to me, I'd get a little cranky too."
Nathan nodded in confirmation.
"Alright, Backstage, thanks," Nathan said, and jogged towards the stage.
Opening the door revealed Foxy standing with his arms crossed in front of the maintenance room. Pounding and muffled shouting could be heard from the other side.
"No, 'm no' openin' tha door 'till ye learn yer lesson," Foxy replied.
"What the hell, Foxy?" Nathan questioned. Foxy turned around, and smiled.
"Ahoy Nathan, I jus' be takin' care o' this bilge rat," Foxy greeted, gesturing towards the locked maintenance room.
"Who's there? Please, help!" the actor playing Santa called through the door. Nathan pushed past Foxy and opened it. The man inside fell out, having been leaning against the door to hear a reply, and quickly got to his feet and put Nathan between himself and Foxy.
"You alright?" Nathan asked the actor, shooting a glare at Foxy. He nodded shakily.
"Y-yeah," the actor replied, "I quit, I'm not being Santa anymore!"
The actor opened the door and walked back onstage. Bonnie looked up sadly, and gave a solemn wave goodbye.
"Bye, sorry about all the, you know…" Bonnie said, and looked back down again.
The actor opened his mouth to say something, but shut it and continued on his way out of the restaurant hoping to go unnoticed by the children.
Angry parents were gathered around the manager, who tried to explain that Chica could think for herself, and that the pizzeria wasn't directly responsible for ruining many childhoods. The aforementioned bird had an idea, and stepped up onto the stage, giving Bonnie a quick squeeze on the shoulder.
"Hey, everybody!" Chica called, gathering all of the children's attention.
"I don't know about you, but I'm not about to let some guy in a costume ruin my Christmas! Of course that couldn't have been the real Santa! That fatty's probably really busy right now, and couldn't stay down here when he's up in the South Pole-,"
"North Pole," Bonnie corrected glumly from her spot on the edge of the stage.
"North Pole making presents and stuff!" Chica finished, "I just thought you guys all knew that, sorry for makin' ya freak out like that."
The adults cast hopeful glances at their children, hoping they agreed with the bird, while others looked at the animatronic in amazement for being able to deliver a speech like that. Bonnie looked up at Chica.
"Thanks for trying to make it better, but I know the truth now," Bonnie said, and got up and walked Backstage, wanting some time to herself. She ran into Foxy and Nathan, who were bitterly arguing.
"I don't care if he 'impersonated' Santa, you don't just kidnap a guy!" Nathan scolded. Foxy crossed his arms and turned his head.
"I though' it wasn' righ' ta lie," Foxy shot back.
"He was an actor, Foxy, that's his job!" Nathan countered, and noticed Bonnie watching.
"Oh, uh, hey Bon. You okay?" the mechanic asked.
Bonnie nodded sadly.
"Yeah, I know the truth now, so…" Bonnie didn't finish her thought, and closed herself inside the maintenance room. Nathan rubbed the back of his neck.
"Ugh, she's really upset," Nathan observed, "I gotta fix this, she never wants to be alone."
"Yer no' gonna get her ou'ta there," Foxy agreed, "I 'spose we'll have to see wha' tha tide brings, aye?"
Bonnie remained depressed for the next few days, even on December 24th, when the restaurant was closed to the public. It had been decided to hold the staff Christmas party that day with some of the workers (like Nathan) thinking the festivities would help cheer her up.
Bonnie's sadness also had a profound effect on the other animatronics as well, especially Chica who felt responsible for it. As a result, the chicken tried everything in her power to cheer her friend up, even resorting to slapstick comedy at Freddy and Foxy's expense.
"Hey fox, think fast!" Chica called, and hurled a large tomato across the room. Foxy quickly pulled his head back into his curtains, yelling angrily as the fruit splattered onto them. Chica laughed and elbowed Bonnie in the side, but the rabbit's downtrodden expression remained unchanged. Freddy pointed a finger sternly.
"Come now, Chica, don't make a mess!" he scolded, seeing two staff members arrive on the scene to clean up the red splatter. Foxy stuck his head out, glaring at Chica, and tried to help the workers wash the curtains.
"I'm just trying to help sad sack over here," Chica defended, and turned to Bonnie, "C'mon Bon, so Santa's not real? So what? It's still a holiday!"
Freddy nodded.
"She's right, you should focus on the fun stuff, like the party we're about to have," Freddy agreed. Bonnie thought it over for a few seconds, before finally nodding and raising her head.
"Alright, I'll try," she said simply. Chica beamed put an arm around Bonnie's shoulder.
"That's the spirit! C'mon, let's go mess with Nathan!" Chica announced.
"I heard that!" Nathan called over from the stage where he seemed to be working in the fake chimney of the fireplace. Freddy strolled over to see what was going on.
"Everything's ready?" Freddy asked, wiping away a small smudge on the painted front.
"Yup, good to go," Nathan confirmed, and climbed out of the fireplace, "I never did much carpentry, but I dabbled back in high school. It should hold."
"Good, thanks for doing this Nathan," Freddy said.
"Thank me after we pull it off," Nathan replied.
The party went smoothly, if it was a little underwhelming. The most exciting it ever became wasn't for a good reason. Karissa, the waitress with a bizarre crush on Foxy, decided to pick tonight to admit her adoration.
"Foxy? Can I talk to you a second?" she asked.
"Sure, lass, wha' do ye need?" Foxy replied.
Karissa took several deep breaths.
"Well, it's just… I like you," Karissa blurted. Foxy blinked.
"Tha's fine, I like ye too," Foxy said, not really sure what the fuss was about, and began to go off towards Pirate's Cove, tired of socializing. Karissa grabbed his arm, and the fox stiffened.
"No, I mean… I like like you," she said softly. Foxy stared at her hand for several seconds, then looked up at her in confusion.
"Wha'? Ye mean like a friend?" he asked, completely confused.
"No, like, um… you like treasure, right?" Karissa asked.
"Aye…"
"Well, I like you like a pirate likes treasure," Karissa tried to explain.
Foxy cocked his head and pulled his arm out of her grip.
"Tha's weird, lass," he said flatly, and walked into Pirate's Cove.
Karissa groaned in frustration.
"Men," she said, and joined the "party."
That night, after the rest of the staff left, Nathan bid farewell to the animatronics.
"'Night guys, I'll stop by real quick in the morning to make sure you get charged up, then I'm having Christmas at my parent's. Enjoy your long night," he said, and walked out the entrance.
The animatronics waved after him, and when the mechanic left, Freddy turned to Bonnie.
"Going to keep watch for Santa, Bonnie?" the bear asked. Bonnie shook her head.
"Why? He's not real," Bonnie said in a flat voice.
"Suit yourself, but it is Christmas Eve, you sure you're not just a little bit curious?" Freddy baited. Bonnie grinned slightly.
"A little," she admitted.
"Then let's keep watch, see if he stops by, or flies over," Freddy said, and the two of them stood in the Dining Hall, watching the chimney set onstage. A few hours passed with nothing happening, except the undetectable (to them) smell of fresh pizza wafting out from the Kitchen. Bonnie was about to give up the goose when a muffled scrambling sounded from the "fireplace." A leg, clad in red with white trim, appeared in view.
"What the?" Bonnie asked aloud.
Soon the rest of the body joined, and a large man in a red suit and white beard fell out and onto the stage. He stood up and brushed himself off.
"Ho, ho, ho!" he said with a big wave, "Mighty unconventional chimney you got there! Sorry I'm late, but it seems you guys don't sleep! Oh! I almost forgot my bag!"
The man crawled back under the chimney and rooted around, finally pulling a large sack out of the fireplace. He wiped his brow.
"There we go! Now let's see what we have here," he said to himself, and began digging through the bag.
Bonnie watched in pure awe, and Freddy with a knowing smile. The noise attracted Foxy, who reacted with similar surprise, and Chica who had a similar smile. The man in red pulled out a small yellow gift box, with a large purple bow on top. He studied it.
"Let's see, this one is for… Chica, yes! Come here, Chica, if you please," the man said, waving the bird over. Chica shrugged and walked over, taking the gift with a sly smile.
"Thanks 'Santa'," she said with a wink, and walked into the Dining Hall. The man chuckled, and dug through the bag again, this time pulling out another small box wrapped in red with a black bow, a large box wrapped in brown with a blue bow, and a long purple package with a red bow.
"And here we have Foxy, Freddy, and Bonnie," Santa said, reading each label and giving each animatronic their respective gift. Foxy looked at it eagerly.
"Can we open 'em?" Foxy asked, gazing at it longingly.
"Of course!" Santa said.
Foxy tore his open quickly with his hook. Inside was a ship-in-a-bottle, depicting a galleon with a small label saying "The Red Fox" in cursive script. The pirate stared at it and held it gently.
"Blazes… This be tha fines' ship I ever laid eyes on!" Foxy exclaimed happily, and dashed into his Cove to find a place to display it. Santa chuckled as he watched him go.
Chica went next, revealing a cookbook for different types of unique pizzas and pastas.
"Oh cool, a book," Chica said, and looked up, "Thanks Santa!" Santa nodded in acknowledgement.
Freddy opened his present, making a small tear and taking off the paper in one complete place, which he smoothed out and set down flat. Inside the large box was a brand new top hat.
"Your hat looked very well loved, Freddy," Santa explained. Freddy switched hats happily.
"Wow Santa, I didn't know you would go this far," Freddy said.
"It's my job, dear boy!" Santa replied, and turned to Bonnie, "Your turn, Bonnie."
Bonnie smiled widely and tore her package open, revealing a shiny, red, V-shaped guitar, a brand new replacement for the awkward yellow one she had now.
"Thanks Santa," she said, and pulled the man into a careful hug. He returned it happily.
"Believe now?" he asked. Bonnie nodded furiously. Santa looked at the clock mounted at the wall.
"Goodness, is that the time? I have to get going, do you mind if I use the regular entrance? It's really hard to climb up your chimney," Santa said, and grabbed his large bag, leaving through the main entrance. The animatronics watched him go and circle back around the building.
"Convinced?" Chica asked Bonnie.
"Yeah, that was amazing! I'm sorry I got so upset, I just was so sure he wasn't real," Bonnie apologized.
"Don't worry about it, now c'mon, let's go try some of these out!" Chica waved the cookbook in the air and led the way to the Kitchen. Freddy stood by the main entrance, hearing clanging from the Kitchens and Foxy singing from Pirate's Cove. The double doors opened, and Freddy turned to see Nathan half-wearing a Santa costume, gasping for breath.
"Good work Nathan, extremely convincing!" Freddy praised. Nathan shot him a confused look.
"What? I'm sorry I'm late, I couldn't find my beard. Is there time to sneak into the chimney?" Nathan asked, looking desperately to make sure his cover wouldn't be blown.
"But you just left," Freddy said, equally confused.
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I just got here," Nathan explained.
"But if that Santa wasn't you, then who was it?" Freddy asked.
Santa walked around to the back of the pizzeria, humming the Toreador March. He stopped and pulled off his beard, and took off the fat suit, revealing a security officer's uniform underneath, it's dark blue appearing almost purple in the low light. He smiled at the restaurant, and at the animatronics inside.
Yup, special place in our hearts indeed, the security supervisor thought, then said aloud:
"See you guys on the flip side. Merry Christmas," and walked off into the night.
A/N: Son of a nutcracker, this took forever to write. I just kept thinking of different stuff to happen, but at least it's done in time for Christmas! Imaginary brownie points to people that see the little connection with Foxy's gift. No, Chica's gift isn't the same cookbook that set the kitchen alight in Night Four. No, that is not Toy Bonnie's guitar. He still has it. Freddy's gift is an identical top hat.
Alright, here's the Christmas special, I hope you all enjoyed and have a safe, happy holiday no matter what you celebrate, be it Hanukah, Kwanza, Festivus for the Rest of Us, Atheists Go To The Movies Day, or whatever.
From all of us on the "Just Another Night at Freddy's" team (i.e. ME, KamikazeRebel, and Arm Chair General), as well as all of my characters, Happy Holidays!
-DeltaV "You sit on a throne of lies!"