I don't believe I've ever left a note on this… I just want to say that I don't own this, Five Nights at Freddy's is not my brain child. That honor goes to Scott Cawthon. I simply adore his games (hoping for a 4th right now!) and want to write my own take on the animatronics. This is not for profit, just for the entertainment of you fine readers.

-Lichylichy

Thursday, February 11, 1993. 2:29:01 am

Bonnie stopped, suddenly, before reaching the two dilapidated party rooms that had once been rented out to those who wanted a private party. They've been left unused practically since they opened. He expected Bonnie to keep going, but he was staring directly at a blank wall, seeming hesitant.

"Here we are." He finally announced.

"What do you mean? There's nothing here!"

"It may… seem that way." Was all he had to say. He took the fox's hand in his own and stepped through the wall. Foxy blinked in surprise, seeing the thousand pound animatronic simply disappear into seemingly thin air. The bunny pulled, and Foxy was pulled towards the wall. His legs locked up automatically, and he shivered in fear. A second pair of hands grabbed his wrist and he could offer no more resistance- he was pulled inside. He fell to the floor- there was a floor through the wall, and Fred went bouncing around the small room.

"Wh… Where..?" Foxy asked as he slowly got to his feet. He looked up and found himself face to face with a dirty, grey face, a wide smile was cut below its eyeless sockets, and worn purple tracks slid down its cheeks. He found himself giving a shout in surprise and fell back to the floor once more.

"Pardon, I didn't mean to frighten you." The Marionette mumbled, taking Foxy's hand in his two smaller ones, and easily lifting him to his feet. Foxy realized the animatronic was floating a foot above the ground, leaning slightly forward with his legs bent at the knees. The fox quickly composed himself, and looked around the small space.

"What is this place?"

"The Safe Room. For emergencies." The masked-being explained slowly, in his smooth, worn out voice. "They wanted to keep us out, so they made it so the animatronics couldn't see the entrance." He chuckled, slowly. He seemed to do everything in a slow fashion as he turned and floated to the other end of the small room. "So that someone doesn't try to knock the door down."

Foxy flinched. The Marionette was, of course, point out his tendency of banging at the closed door to the office, when the man in the purple suit was inside. He took in the safe room, head turning slowly on its socket. It was fairly well kept, but poorly furnished. There were only three broken down arcade machines, set in the corner, and a worn out table that looked as if it would turn to dust at any moment.

Marionette, despite the state of the table, had haphazardly stacked animatronics parts on it in a makeshift pyramid structure. Most were parts of endoskeletons, motors, memory, voice boxes that had wires sticking out. Though there were three major pieces that immediately got his attention. A chunk of a chest, connected to a boxy, brown arm, still clutching a microphone in its tight grasp, two sky blue legs, barely connected by a sliver of a waist, and… he paused to look at the decrepit mask, once white, now a similar grey to Marionette's. The head had a smile formed on its face, but the eye sockets were empty and lifeless. One of the ears had been broken off, as the part that held the ear was still half there, wires sticking out at angles..

"Urm… yeah, sorry you have to see that." Marionette was moving the arcade machines out of the way so he could grab something from behind them. "... But maybe one day I'll be able to get her back up and running." He came back with a large tome clutched in his child-sized arms, setting it on the ground. He flipped it open and glanced through the contents. Foxy was struck with how different all the pages were in it. Some were well worn, torn in places, taped back together, while others seemed completely fresh and untouched, all stuffed inside with no rhyme or reason. Or size, all the pages seemed to be of different sizes, although there were scrap papers that were set behind it and taped on, so all fit perfectly in the book. These scratch-paper borders had comments scribbled in, definitions of symptoms, and deeper explanations, or at least that is what it seemed like from what he managed to read before each page was turned.

"What the hell is this?" Or at least, that's what he attempted to say. The voice box had a nasty habit of replacing curses with other words, so instead of "hell" the animatronic said "blazes."

"This, my friend, is the answer to all our problems." Marionette stated, the frozen expression on his face gave Foxy the impression that the small animatronic was looking past his suit, to see the soul underneath.

"You have still not answered my question." If the Marionette could frown, no doubt he would be doing so right now.

"It's a book. I put it together myself." He sighed.

"I can tell." Foxy growled, irritated.

"It contains spells, incantations, curses, summon rituals. Anything and everything that will be needed to protect us." Foxy raised an eyebrow.

"You have to be joking, there's no such thing as magic."

"First of all, I don't joke." Marionette replied, lowering his head slightly. From where Foxy stood, it appeared that the masked face was now glaring at him- the mask had been made so he could still show expression, it seemed, with simple perspective tricks. "second, I've compiled this book from pages in library books, internet sites, scraps I've found littering the pizzeria- it comes up more often than you think." He stopped suddenly, grinning brightly "I found it." He held up the book for Foxy to see, as if he were the child and he were a story teller. "This is what you need."

Foxy looked over the page, which was a heavily detailed page, glued to a backdrop of multiple colors of construction papers scraps, which had been cut at the edges to make a multicolored page to set the page atop of. Speaking of the page, it had been torn on one side- he wasn't kidding when he said he defaced library books to get some of his information. As for the page itself, it depicted two people, exactly alike, with the one on the right a brown hue. He narrowed his eyes, the animatronic parts whirring in his head as he tried to decipher the words. It was difficult, the eyes were not acute enough to read the small words, especially in the dark.

"C… Co… Corp… us… re… reeeennn…. aaaatt… uussss…" He slowly deciphered. He glanced at Marionette. "What in the blazes is that, french?"

"Latin." Marionette replied dryly. "It can recreate Golden's springy body."

"It can? Than use it already, don't just stand there like a stiff!" The voice box squeaked at the last word, almost as if it was annoyed with his attempts at cussing.

"It's not a clicker! You can't just press a button and have it all turn out good! Everything comes with a need a body, a body that is similar to his, freshly killed, and draw this in the blood." He held up the book and pointed a long, hooked finger at a circle with five symbols on the outside of it, and a star on the inside, similar to what a teacher would give a grade schooler on the top of their homework to show that he did a good job, each point connecting to a symbol.

"... This looks like the Devil's work…" Foxy grumbled.

"What's with the sudden religious fever? You don't believe in God, why would you believe the Devil?" Marionette asked, staring through him again.

"Whatever! You're certain this will work, yes?" The animatronic growled impatiently.

"As certain as the day is long." Marionette replied with confidence.

"... When and if this works, we're going to have a long conversation on how that doesn't give me much hope." He slowly stood up, committing the image to memory, before handing the book back. He picked up Fred in his hook again, and gave a hesitant wave to the doll-like animatronic before turning to leave the tiny room. He paused as he noticed the worn and broken, faded yellow animatronic. Both eyes were gone, as was her beak, and there were cracks at the edge of her smile. Her left side was gouged, her arm missing and the endoskeleton could be seen beneath, on that side. Her right leg had been torn off from the knee, and wires were fanning out over the floor. Her bib was faded so badly the original writing couldn't be made out- but there was something written in sharpie, in childish, blocky letters... "MOTHER"

He frowned as he noticed her only arm had been placed almost comfortingly around an orange animatronic (it couldn't have been orange originally, but it's color was fading from it's old, old age) that reminded him of Bonnie. Despite it's age, it seemed that the original suit was at least in tact, and there seemed to be a sort of endoskeleton inside. He could practically feel the electricity coursing through it- it could still work, if it was needed to be. He slowly stepped out of the room, not taking his eye off the thing until he was out, and the wall seemed solid once more. He ran back to his Cove, with an odd sense of worry in his gut.

…

Tuesday, November 3, 1987. 10:21:53 pm

Vixen sat down next to Foxy in Parts and Services.

"Hey…" She greeted her predecessor, her voice was unusually quiet, and she obviously felt uneasy.

"Hey." Foxy replied bluntly. Vixen looked down at her lap, ears turning downwards.

"You're still mad? You know… You know I had no choice Foxy… It's the script." She didn't expect to see such rage in the animatronic's face, the fire in his eyes, almost as if he were trying to melt her where she stood.

"I know the blazin' script! In case yer've fergotten, it's my script! They made the bloody script fer me! They made you fer me! This whole place 'ould be nothing if it weren't for me! I 'ave the prototype of the databanks in yer 'ead! I 'ave the robotics that make up your advanced movement systems! If it weren't fer me, this bloody restaurant wouldn't be here!" He was breathing heavily, attempting to cool down his heated processors with the cold air. He twitched slightly, eyes glowing in the darkness.

"You're right." She stated, her usual kind tone gone, a cold tone in her voice. "If you hadn't killed those children we wouldn't be here right now." She turned on her heel and stormed towards the door.

"I didn't kill them." Foxy whimpered, all fight he had a moment previous long gone. Vixen paused at the door a long moment, before opening it wide and stepping outside, not once looking back.

…

Foxy moved the bear against the wall, between Bonnie and Chica. He angled their heads slightly up so while he was performing, he'd get the effect of them watching. Once he was certain they were in the right position, he ran back in front of the makeshift audience.

"Ahoy me maties! And welcome tu the Pirate's Cooove." He slurred, stepping onto a toolbox like he once did with his grand treasure chest. "I be Foxy the Pirate, but ye can call me Cap'n Foxy. Who wants tu sail the seven seas on the Red Fox with yer pirate cap'n?" The animatronics stared, almost dead looking, up at the red animatronic. He paused a moment, perhaps expecting a reply. He moved over to Freddy and moved his jaw up and down.

"I would Foxy! T'would be fun tu sail the seven seas with you!" He said in a squeaky voice, as if he were imitating a small child. He was back on the box in a second, as if he had never left.

"Arr, then you get tu be me firs' mate! Climb aboard matey!" Foxy declared, before stepping up to Freddy and picked up the animatronic, wrapping his arms under the bear's, and lifted him up and set him on the box. Usually, the box would be nothing but splinters at this point, but the withered animatronic had been searched for parts to save a few bucks on the new Toy animatronic line, so the box only creaked in protest.

"Oh boy, tis gonna be the bestest adventure ever!" 'Freddy' squeaked in excitement.

"Oh boy?" Foxy's head snapped around 180 degrees to see Marionette standing on the top step that led to the rest of the pizzeria. "Bestest? Really Foxy? Is that what you think kids will say, or are you just uneducated?" The child-sized gift giver stepped down the stairs, arms crossed behind his back. Despite the fact that he was balanced on the tips of his legs (as he had no feet) he moved fluidly, and quickly.

"Err… H… How long have ye been there lad?" Foxy asked, tugging at the front of his already ruined suit.

"A little after Vixen left." He answered vaguely, stepping by Foxy to look over the bear animatronic, who was still straddling the box. Foxy thought, for a moment, he saw a flash of silver lead from behind the small puppet's back towards the box. Could it have been a malfunction? But no, looking over the memory he was certain that he had seen something shining in the dull light. "Impressive ship. May I have a turn next?" It was more of a tease than anything.

"What do ye want, doll?" Foxy grumbled.

"I'm not a doll!" Marionette hissed angrily, eyes glowing pinpricks of white deep in the mask. His hands had shot out, sharpened fingertips inches from the animatronic's neck. He stayed in that position a long moment, before he seemed to calm down, and his arms returned to the crossed position behind his back. Foxy stood, unfazed through it all. "I don't want much, 'Captain.' Just your… cooperation. You're an intelligent one, yes? Just like the Toys. Not so much…" He glanced at the other three animatronics in the room pointedly. "I need… a favor."

"Favor? What kind o' favor?"

"You see… there's a guy here...um… I mean, he will be here… um…" The sudden nervousness in his voice made the pirate frown in confusion.

"Here? Ya mean… today? It be very late, are ye sure-"

"Yes! He was here! Yesterday! I am sure of it!" His head lowered, the way the mask was made, it looked like he was now glaring. It paired well with the venom in his voice.

"Okay, okay. Look, what do ye want me ta do about it?"

"I want you to…" The Marionette was silent a moment, his face an unreadable mask. "You are a fast animatronic. Just run down the hall and grab him." He turned, not waiting for an answer, and floated up the stairs, snapped threads that had once held him under control felt the ground in front of him. Once out of the dim light, the threads seemed to disappear.

"An' what are ye goin' ta do with the lubber once ye have 'im?" Marionette stopped and slowly turned his head to just glance in his direction.

"I'm going to tear his goddamn eyes out."

…

Thursday, February 11, 1993. 7:21:09 am

The silence was, for once, awkward in the pizzeria. If they were aloud to, the band would probably be shuffling or fidgeting, or maybe even singing. They'd do anything, just to get their eyes off of the night guard that was sitting at one of the big party tables, staring warily back at them. Foxy was listening from the Cove, waiting for something to happen. Something had to, why else was the guy sticking around? The place opened at 7:30!

"... Ear lits see kneet u ud y?" Golden whispered from the corner. Foxy replied by putting his hook to his lips and lifted a side of his head slightly, listening for any movement. Nothing, he probably hadn't heard. He held back a relaxed sigh and settled back, frowning to himself. He tapped his fingers on the concrete surface below him, wondering what the night guard was still doing after six. He half wanted to fling back the curtains and interrogate the guard himself… if he wasn't afraid the simple act would have given the older man a heart attack. That, and he was sure it would lose the fragile relationship he was building with the others, and he was certain he'd lose that if he didn't follow the rules.

His ears twitched as the sound of someone coming inside was heard. Several someones. He risked parting the curtains slightly so he could see outside. There were two large burly guys at the front door, and the night guard had approached them. One seemed to have hair in every place except the top of his head, while his buddy was completely muscle-bound, and his arms were plastered with tattoos. Foxy strained his ears, trying to listen, but he could barely make out the voices, let alone what was being said. He would curse the age of his parts, if he were able to.

The night guard led the two men down the hall to the right of the show stage, past the bathrooms, and into the back hall. There was not much back there, just a couple abandoned party rooms and… It couldn't be.

He threw back the curtains, ignoring the whispered protests of his fellow animatronic, and rushed as quietly as he could towards the back hall. He skid to a stop, right before the split in the hall. To the left was the hall that led to the basement- doors firmly locked. To the right, it would lead into the Safe Room, and beyond that the abandoned Private Party Rooms. He was on his guard as he glanced around the corner, hook at the ready in case the humans would… overreact if they were to see him. They were nowhere to be seen, though, so chances were they had probably entered the Safe Room

"Foxy!" The fox nearly jumped out of his suit as he heard the deep voice of the lead animatronic suddenly speaking behind him.

"Freddy! You curr! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" He shouted as loudly as he dared.

"What are you doing? We can't be off stage after six!"

"I have to know what they're doing. It's all too f-ed up." He grinned to himself, happy to be able to make a way around the censorship program. "Anyway, aren't you just a little curious?"

"Curiosity killed the cat. We can't be here, or-" He wasn't able to finish, Foxy quickly pushed him back towards the Show Stage, barely out of sight as the two men reappeared. Tattoos was carrying the box of spare parts from the deceased toys, and Baldy was trying to drag the broken body of Toy Chica. However, no sooner had they left the Safe Room that Toy Chica started up silently, white pupils appearing in the dark eyes. Baldy must not have noticed, because he was still dragging the womanly animatronic. Toy Chica… or, perhaps, MOTHER, if one were to go off the name drawn in sharpie on her faded bib, wiggled free of the grip that the man had on her, and managed to kick him in the chest in one fluid motion. Of course, it ended with the yellow animatronic on her face, attempting to stand with only one leg.

"Fucking shit! The thing is moving!" Tattoos shouted in surprise. The night guard ran out of the Safe Room and gave a shout of surprise.

"They shouldn't be powered! They shouldn't' be powered!" The night guard shouted from the sides, before rushing forward to help. He pulled the chicken into a bear hug, locking her arms to her side. She struggled in his grasp, but he slowly began dragging her towards the long hall that led to the basement.

"It's no use man, the fucker won't make it that far!" Baldy wheezed, getting up on his feet. the night guard was trying to think, while holding Mother so she wouldn't get away.

"The rooms, follow me." The night guard grunted and dragged the old Toy back towards the abandoned Party Rooms, grunting the whole way. Tattoos joined him, helping to drag the heavy animatronic into the room. The man moved quickly, and tied the animatronic to an old tabletop.

"It won't hold that long! We need to seal this bitch in. Larry, let's board it up!" He shouted to his partner, who had placed the box of Toy parts just inside the doorway. No sooner did he do this, than a monochrome blur tackled Larry to the ground, claws raking at the poor man's bearded face.

"Jesus fucking christ!" Tattoos shrieked, as the night guard went to help Larry.

"I got the puppet! Just board up the room!" The night guard grunted as he attempted to remove Marionette, and simultaneously drag the poor man out of the room. The room was quickly sealed with boards, just as a banging from the door started, and a metallic shriek. The night guard, by this point, had succeeded in taking Marionette from the now shaven (and bloody) man's face. Larry breathed heavily, obviously afraid of the doll-like creature, but the cuts were minor and he would survive the attack. He stood up slowly, legs shaking.

"Wh-What do I do Sean?" Larry asked nervously.

"Come on, there's still two more in there!" Sean shouted, disappearing into the room again. Another voice, one that Foxy hadn't heard in a long time, started up from the room.

"Let me go! Hands off! Stranger danger! Mr. Marionette, I need help!" The childish voice rang through the empty pizzeria. Sean came back out, trying to hold the struggling animatronic in his arms, and avoid the sign and balloon he was swinging around. His head turned 180 degrees and a small pipe rose up into his mouth, bent to point out of it. Usually, it was what he used to blow up balloons, but his helium supply had been long ago replaced with air. He managed to blow out a pressurized stream of air, forcing the man's eyes closed and his cheeks flapped out like sails. He dropped the animatronic with an angry shout.

Larry ran out of the room, seeming to have dropped whatever he had attempted to drag out. "Hey! Get back here!" He chased after the animatronic and managed to tackle it before he'd gotten to the hall back to the main area. With both of the guys, they managed to hold Balloon Boy still enough to get him to the other room. As soon as they disappeared inside, the balloon vendor shrieked.

"What did you do?! What did you do to him?!" They didn't answer. They were too busy boarding up the room. Balloon Boy pounded on the door from the other side. "You'll pay! You'll pay! I will get you for this!" His voice suddenly warped, filled with fury. "You will all pay for what you've done! I will find you! I will destroy everything you hold dear! You can't ever get away! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!" It fell silent as soon as it had started, and the three were in a long, uncomfortable silence.

"Well…" The night guard suddenly announced. "We'd better get Springy into the basement."

"Are you crazy? I'm not touching another one of those fuckers! We've done more than enough work for what you've had paid for! Go fuck yourself!" The two left, and the two animatronics quickly ran for the end of the hall, barely managing to press themselves around the corner and against the wall as they passed. The darkness of the pizzeria hid them from view, when they closed their eyes, if only just. Not even the night guard noticed them as he walked past, grumbling. The front door opened, and they all disappeared into the outside world.

The two sighed in relief and glanced back down the hall. They briefly considered going back to help them… But no, they'd just be locked up again afterwards. And the animatronics may be latched to the stage again, like all those years ago. It was not a pleasant thought, even if it had not been the children themselves that had not been bolted to the floor, but the animatronic in their memories.

"Did you enjoy it?" A voice giggled, a happy-go-lucky voice. The two turned to see a familiar person standing in the middle of the dining room. His eyes were silvery and full of a more powerful intelligence than the two. An intelligence of someone who's learned the lessons of life that came with growing older. And a madness twinkled inside as well. Though, perhaps that was because of how the animatronics knew him.

"This was your doing?" Foxy shouted, his hand clutched tightly at his side.

"Who else? I just told the manager that I noticed a certain animatronic heading off towards the Safe Room when I was reviewing the video feed. Nearly didn't get the video, you were nearly off screen. Probably why he didn't notice himself." He seemed to be speaking to himself, tugging slightly at his graying beard. He adjusted the filthy purple uniform he wore.

"You should… I outta..!" Foxy threatened, pointing his hook at the day guard.

"You can't." His creepy grin widened as he said the line. "It's against the rules. Your rules."

"I think I can make an exception." Foxy growled and swung the hook at him. The man pulled out a handheld device from the confines of his uniform, and pointed it threateningly at Foxy's stomach. The two stood, their weapons inches from each other.

"Foxy, it's not worth it." Freddy mumbled, putting a hand on the red animatronic's shoulder. Foxy hesitated a long moment before pulling away. The guard pulled away as well, the same bright grin on his face.

"I looked up to you." Foxy hissed angrily.

"I know." The day guard laughed and turned on his heel. "I'll be seeing you guys! It's time to open the doors!" He laughed as he unlocked the front door, and flipped the sign to "OPEN."