So a review gave me a hard time to understand that it took me hours to understand. And it looks like it was a major typo this whole time

Very humorous, I might say

This story is going fast, I might say. And thinks is going slow... I might say

So!

Enjoy Reading And Review If You Feel Like It!

Chapter 4
The Living Objects

Margaret Fazbear was working on some paperwork in his office at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria the next morning. While everyone was busy outside he worked inside his office. It was a bit frustrating, but he had to do it.

The janitors complained a bit how the adults littered everywhere in the pizzeria, some even threw the pizzas on the ground. It was a bit funny to see that the children were more behaved than the adults. The janitors felt a bit embarrassed about that fact.

Next, Mr. Fazbear Received a proposal from a guy called Scott Cawthon. He said in the proposal that he will make a point-and-click game dedicating about Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and its events. He also said that the game will be call 'Five Nights at Freddy's' and a horror game.

Mr. Fazbear pondered for a moment about the proposal, whether to accept it or not. But he liked horror games. And this horror game will be featuring Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the restaurant he owned. So he accepted the proposal and even suggested the guy about the Game the animatronics made.

Well, onto the next paperwork.

Mr. Fazbear received a complained that was obviously from a kid judging by the horrible hand writing. Mr. Fazbear laughed a bit, but he read the paper, a bit curious of what the boy said.

Hello Mister weird mustache man,

I am creating this paper to complan aboot Toy Chica. She sometimes be around this man that wearing weird hat. The man don com onto Uncle Freedy pizzah ria that often but whenever he did, Toy Chika always around him.

Tey den gose into dis room dat sad 'Employees Only'. Wen ever dey in der dey always make this weird sound. And when the weird hat man came out, he had som bruises around his neck. And Chika was giggling fer no resons.

Dat man distrakt Toy Chika whenever he am around and I do knot like it.

Please make him disappear, tank Q

:-)

XOXO
Little Annie

Mr. Fazbear couldn't stop laughing as he kept reading the horrible writing. He had to wipe the tears of an uncontrollable mirth. The complain paper was just funny.

But it did hold something. That Eric Van something guy sure made TC a bit distracted from her job. They always made out at the back of the pizzeria whenever Eric was around. But Eric and TC were 'together' so it was no use to separate them.

Well, onto the next paper.

It stated here that there was a man that was so horrendously ugly, especially with that iconic mustache of his, he was very old… What kind of complains was this? It also stated that the butt of this man was-

"God damn it, Goldie," Mr. Fazbear muttered to himself.

There was no other person than Goldie who wrote this kind of complains. It was stupid. But this was Goldie he was talking about. That gold bear was a mischievous guy along with the other two bears.

Before he made a move for the next paper Mr. Fazbear suddenly stopped and remembered something.

Looking at the clock on the wall it stated 12.45 in the afternoon. The weather was fine as he gazed through the window of his office. And today was Sunday.

Stacking the papers and put them away, Mr. Fazbear then stood up and walked out from his office to make his way for his car. During the journey, he couldn't stop smiling, because today was Sunday.

For Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, today was 'Dancing Sunday'.

Freddy was singing through his microphone with a smile on his face. Old Chica was as a backup singer while Old Bonnie played her iconic red guitar.

If Mr. Fazbear came earlier, OB and TB had been arguing whose guitars were whose.

Eddy was dancing along with them along with Toy Chica and Old Bonnie. They were laughing along with the children. Goldie was dancing with a little girl who giggled the whole way. Mangle was dancing near the ceiling while Marionette danced with BB.

OC and TC sometimes pulled the parents in to dance along with them. Mr. Fazbear would have dance along with them but he need to go somewhere. He smiled sadly as he made his way to the exit.

He had to stop because his path was suddenly got blocked by a long conga line. He laughed as they passed by him. Once they passed by and the path had finally cleared, he continued his journey to the exit door. But before he could pass through the door, he halted himself from getting out when he saw a certain person leaning against a wall. Mr. Fazbear carefully approached the tall man.

"Do you need anything, sir?" Mr. Fazbear questioned the seven foot man. The tall man kept staring in front of him as he gently petted the tabby cat in his arms.

Pets weren't allowed in Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. But with RJ Ralph it was different because cats weren't his pets. They are his family.

Also he had once threatened an employee that tried to take away the cats from him. They allowed him to bring cats to the pizzeria and he was harmless after then.

RJ Ralph wasn't Mr. Fazbear's regular customer. He usually came to the pizzeria with a cat and no one else. But he always ordered tuna flavored pizza and two glasses of milk. He always shared with the cat he brought along, which an odd sight to see.

But what Mr. Fazbear felt suspicious of the tall man was because he kept staring passed beyond everything and toward a room whenever he was at the pizzeria. Mr. Fazbear couldn't tell which room because he couldn't directly see where RJ Ralph was looking.

"I need nothing, Mr. Fazbear. But thank you for asking," the seven foot man softly replied. Despite being a giant, RJ Ralph was as peaceful as a kitten.

He then gave out a small smile while stood straight and nodded towards a room he looked at. Mr. Fazbear, of course, couldn't tell which one.

"You got something powerful in there, Mr. Fazbear," he stated and made his way to the exit, the cat still purred in his arms.

Mr. Fazbear looked confused but then shrugged off what RJ Ralph said to him. He headed toward the exit when a certain hanging white-pink animatronic halted him from leaving.

"Mr. Fazbear?" Mangle called as she dropped down onto the ground next to the owner of the place she worked. She looked up at the man before her in confusion. "Are you going somewhere, Mr. Fazbear?" she asked as her white tail wiggled behind her and adjusted her pink bow.

Mr. Fazbear sighed before he answered the white pink fox.

"Yes, Mangle. I have to go… somewhere," he answered. Mangle raised her eyebrows as her white tail twirled behind her. But she nodded her head in understanding.

"Okay, sir. Do you want me to tell the others, too?" she asked as she cocked her head to the side, tail still moving behind her. Mr. Fazbear nodded.

"Please do. I won't be here until tomorrow," he told her. He then looked at his wrist watch and noted the time. "I'll be going now, Mangle. See you tomorrow," he walked out and made his way for his car.

It was a little hard to find his car since the parking lot was crowded. Then he took another time to get out from the crowded parking lot. But he managed to wave goodbye toward Mangle who waved back.

He headed straight for his destination. It was a bit farther away from his pizzeria. He was meeting someone at the hospital.

No, he wasn't meeting his wife; she was happily quilting at home at her handmade weaved rocking chair.

No, he wasn't going to meet her daughter; she already gave birth to a son two months ago. The boy looked a lot like his grandfather which made Mr. Fazbear a proud grandfather.

Finally he arrived at the hospital. He turned off his engine and stepped out from his vehicle before he locked the car, obviously.

He then entered the hospital and entered the elevator. He punched the certain button for the certain floor he needed to be. He then looked for the name he was looking for at the list.

Maxwell Fazbear

Surprising Mr. Fazbear was meeting his father.

Margaret Fazbear maybe old but he wasn't that old. Also, Maxwell Fazbear was a very healthy man; it took much stronger force to take him down.

It had been proven when a baseball bat flew onto his head and he just walked away like nothing happened. He even swore than he didn't feel a thing.

Now, however, the old man had finally ended up in the hospital bed. He had been on the same bed for many times in his lifetime and had left it for many times. Now, he finally ended up in the bed permanently.

It took him sixty-eighth times to finally ended up in the bed permanently. Talk about strong man.

Margaret walked into the room where his father was resting. The old man was reading a newspaper at this kind of time. It was kind of rare for his father to read newspaper because he 'had no time for that'.

Maxwell looked up when he heard footsteps and smiled a wrinkled smile.

"Margaret, my son!" Maxwell beamed at his son who gave back the smile. "How are you?" Max asked as he folded the newspaper and put it away.

"As fine as always, father," Margaret answered as he pulled a chair beside the bed and sat down. "Little Maxey has been sleeping a lot, lately," he informed about his grandson to Max. The old man laughed weakly.

"He followed his grandfather, after all," Max commented as he grinned at his son. Margaret rolled his eyes but couldn't hold back his chuckle.

Silence developed between them for a moment before Maxwell opened his mouth to ask his son another question.

"So how's the pizzeria?" Max asked. Margaret knew that coming he always asked the question every time Margaret came to visit.

Maxwell was the previous owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, of course. And as the matter of fact it was he who designed and created the Old animatronics. So he knew about them being alive, of course. And his son was the one who designed and created the Toy animatronics.

"They're fine as always, father. You know that," Margaret answered casually since he had answered it so many times before.

But suddenly, the two swallowed hard, knowing that the next question might be a little… touchy.

"How's… Foxy?" Max hesitantly asked. Margaret took a deep breath before he answered.

"He's the same as usual," he answered with sadness.

Ever since Foxy's change in behavior Max was incredibly worried. Few years ago, Max went to the pizzeria to check on Foxy. He tried to get some answers from the fox but he kept silent and growled under his breath.

Now the same silence appeared between the two men every time after they talked about Foxy. Usually either would talk about having a drink or about how're their family doing. Now, however, was completely different.

"Foxy is a very special animatronic, you know that, right Margaret?" Max asked as he gazed down at his blanket. Margaret looked up in confusion for the new yet old topic. "I created him with all of my heart and soul. Of course, the others are also too. But he is my pride and joy," Max stated. He then looked up and stared into his son's eyes. "He's my creation"

Max then sighed sadly as Margaret began to open his mouth to speak.

"It's saddening to see Foxy in his current condition. It must've breaks your heart to see him like this. I mean he is, after all, the first animatronic with a soul"

That statement somehow brought a laugh from his father. Margaret looked at his father in confusion.

"Foxy is maybe the first animatronic with a soul," he said with a raised eyebrow. Margaret was a bit confused at the emphasis, until the next statement. "But he isn't the first object with a soul," Max stated, making Margaret's eyes widened at that.

"There are others like Foxy and the others?" Margaret asked in such bafflement. He had never thought of that idea. "I thought you said they are the only objects with souls"

"No, son," Max shook his head. "I said that Foxy and the others are probably the only animatronics with souls. I didn't say they're the only objects with souls," he added.

Margaret leaned back into his chair with a sighed. He was completely baffled at the statement. It was hard to take it in. He thought that Foxy and the others were one of a kind object, but after hearing the news that there others like them, he was utterly lost.

"There are others too?" he asked again. His father nodded, understood that his son was lost by the news.

"To be perfectly honest, Margaret, I never really expect Foxy to be brought to life," Max looked up in confusion. "I was just planning on creating an ordinary animatronic and nothing more. So when I saw him walking on his own and spoke without command, I soon realized that Foxy the Pirate Fox is alive," Max explained in astonishment. He then shook his head and continued.

"It took me quite a while to get my head wrap around the thought of Foxy being alive. But with his constant caring and worrying over me, it sure made the process faster. To tell you the truth, I had once met another person who had created an object with a soul," Max told his son as he continued his story.

"It was a year after Foxy was created where I met this man in German. Years before Foxy is created this man carved a cat figurine from a wood block with all of his heart and soul. He put so much passion in his work that the doll came to life. I actually met this cat figurine years ago who is now lived in Japan"

Margaret leaned in closer as his father gazed at the wall in front of him, lost in thought.

"And I have to say that the doll was extraordinary. The cat figurine filled me in with every information on living objects," Max explained to his son. "It turns out that the doll isn't just any ordinary living objects. He is a Creation"

Margaret raised a confused eyebrow. Noticing the questioning gaze, Max answered the unspoken question.

"Creations are living objects with special powers. Each Creation has their own specific title given and they are very few of them ever exists because they only appeared unexpectedly," the old man answered. "The cat figurine has the ability to manipulate lights and a great magician. He goes by the title, 'The Baron'," Max then grinned slyly at his son.

"Golden Freddy is actually a Creation, for your information. And also goes for Marionette"

Margaret's gaze sharpened as his breath hitched up in shock. This whole time there was some Creations in the pizzeria!? Maxwell continued.

"Golden Freddy goes by the title, 'Timer' for his ability to teleport himself through time and his instant recovery. Marionette goes by the title, 'Puppet Master' for his ability to control anything at his fingertips, including other Creations and also humans," Max explained.

"What about the others? What about Freddy or BB or Mangle, are they Creations too?"

"They are just ordinary living objects with no special ability," Max answered his son's question. "Freddy and the others actually know that Goldie and Marionette are Creations. That's why they took it normally, unlike us humans"

Yeah, Jeremy still remembered the first time he saw Goldie teleported into his office. It scared the hell out of him and shocked him than an animatronic could do such a thing. He also remembered when his body moved without his command and turned out that Marionette was laughing his butt off when he controlled Jeremy to do a chicken dance in front of OC and TC.

"Are there any other living objects out there beside the cat doll and Freddy and the others?" Margaret asked, curious. His father nodded in affirmation.

"Yes, there are," Max stated. "Unfortunately I don't know how many of them. In recent years, lesser of them ever created and I don't know how many of them had survived. I only know Freddy and the others and the cat figurine. And also Pinocchio"

"Pinocchio's exist?" Margaret asked, baffled. Who would've thought that a character in children story was a real creature?

"Pinocchio was exists. He was a wooden toy that transformed into a normal human being. He soon grew old and died of an old age"

"Was he a Creation?"

"Yes, Pinocchio went by the title, 'Nature' for his strong attachment with Mother Nature," Max answered.

Margaret and Maxwell then sat quietly as silence appeared around them. Margaret was still in the process of taking the news in while Max was lost in thought. Suddenly, Margaret asked a question.

"Why telling me all these?" he asked his father who looked up and meet his confused gaze. "Why telling me all about these living objects, these Creations? Why telling me now?"

Maxwell was silent for a moment after his son asked the questions. After a short while he opened his mouth.

"The reason I tell you know is because I thought you aren't ready for the news"

"Funny how I said the same thing yesterday"

"And the reason I tell you about these things is because I don't want them to end. I am probably the last human ever hold these information. And we both know that my life is going to end anytime soon. So I'm passing down the information to you"

Max then grasped his son's shoulder with a wrinkled old hand.

"I now want you to keep the information safe and don't let any other humans know about it. They could use it for evil intentions and I don't want that to happen. Can you keep my promise, Margaret?"

Margaret was silent for a while, deciding to keep the promise or not. Finally he firmly nodded his head.

"I'll do my best, father," Margaret answered. His father nodded and pulled back his hand. Margaret looked at his wrist watch, noting the time was now at 2.15 in the afternoon, and the weather was a bit cloudy through the window of the room. "I'll be going to, father"

"Right; tell the others I said 'Hi' okay?"

"Okay; goodbye, father"

"Goodbye, son"

So my OC, RJ Ralph has made his first appearance in this particular story. He has finally got released from Foxy's headlock and decided to show up

Just a heads up, whenever RJ Ralph is around, cats and kittens will be around.

Will he plays an important role? Could be... It depends on his mood.

Also the cat figurine that goes by the title 'The Baron' is actually a fictional character from a movie called 'The Cat Returns' made by Ghibli Studio.

If you want to know how 'The Baron' look like, just google : Baron Humbert Von Gikkingen

I admire the Baron...