Well, that figures. The instant I say that my FNAF 3 story will be my last Alex Redding adventure for the time being, Scott gets around to announcing FNAF4. Ah well, y'all know the drill; nothing on that until it gets a good shakedown. Besides, I need to finish this one - and 3 - before I think about it.

And yes, I've actually got content this time! Not just a useless A/N! Hopefully the rust isn't too obvious on this, but... Well, frankly? Between the Toys, the Withers, the Bosses (as I call them) and the Band - as well as Alex himself? This is gonna be a heck of a writing challenge for me...

...Hence why Night 6 is broken into two chapters. Hopefully I'll get part 2 out soon.

Anyway, thank you all again so very much for sticking by me through these delays! Hopefully things won't be as difficult writing-wise, since I've got one week of class before finals. Having only one in-person final is lovely, by the way.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. On with the show!

"Back already? What happened?" Freddy was immediately concerned as I pulled in the drive, pale as a sheet.

"Golden Freddy happened, bud. This whole thing is about to blow." His eyes widened for a moment, but he nodded and stepped aside. "I've got a few things to do, but before I do anything I'm gonna get a quick sleep in. I doubt I'll have time once day hits."

With a nod, Freddy followed me in as I crashed on my bed. Foxy looked at me, confused and concerned, but Freddy motioned for her to follow him and leave me be. "I'll explain everything, Alex. When you wake up, tell us what you need us to do." I nodded gratefully and fell unconscious.

Several hours later, I woke up from my latest nightmare, shaking my head and sweating. In my dream, Golden Freddy and that Marionette were laughing as they looked down at me, bleeding and dying… With the band broken and destroyed around me… And in the background…

I wasn't even sure what to make of it. It was a rabbit animatronic, but it looked like it got in a fight with a lawn mower… And lost. Could that be the 'Springy' animatronic I'd heard about? Something didn't add up… I shook my head. I had other things to do.

Climbing to my feet, I headed out into the living room. The whole band was there, and slowly flickered out of stand-by as they heard me come in. "Let me make a few calls, and I'll give you guys the whole story as far as I know it." With a few nods, they waited for me as I picked up the phone. First off, Adams.

"Captain Adams here, how can I help you?"

"Adams, it's Redding. We've got trouble…"

There was a weary sigh on the other end. "I'm gonna guess it has to do with the new Fazbear place. And I'm also gonna guess that you ignored a restraining order because you didn't trust the place. And judging by the fact you're calling me, I'm gonna even go further and guess that you were right and the place is rotten."

Even despite the tension, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Got it in one, buddy. And here's the bonus round; a certain golden scumbag is behind half of it, and the other half..." He cut me off.

"Wait, hold on. Golden Freddy is back? We wrecked that lousy bear."

"We did. But apparently his chassis is some super-fancy government model so his AI had a backup. My plan is to deal with that backup. But it gets better; that lousy puppet's leading an opposing faction with their own goals. And to top it all off, the guy I think is running the show happens to have a personal 'symbol'. A pentagram with an X in the middle. Ring any bells?"

At this point, Adams was swearing through the phone. "Please, Alex. Please tell me you're kidding and they're not involved? I still get nightmares."

I sighed. "Wish I was, buddy. Sadly it all makes sense, doesn't it? So basically there's two factions of angry animatronics there, and yours truly is stuck in the middle. Tonight's apparently the big showdown, so I've got a few requests."

He paused for a moment before speaking. "What do you need?"

I slowly explained. There wasn't much I needed; just a rapid SWAT response if things got out of hand, as many cops as he could spare in the area, and…

"A wood chipper out front. Alex, mind enlightening me on that?"

I chuckled slightly. "Simple; I find where Golden Freddy's backup is, I toss it in the chipper, Golden Freddy goes bye-bye."

He hesitated a bit longer then replied. "You've got it. I'll have it all ready by 11. Be careful, Alex."

I nodded. "Trying my best. See ya." Click.

With that, I nodded. Faz wouldn't need this stress, and I'm not putting Mike's life in danger again. I turned to face the others. "Right, here's the basics so far…" Slowly, I detailed what I knew about the two 'bands' we would be facing, and tried to prepare them as best as I could. "I'm hoping this is gonna be an indoor brawl, but somehow I get the feeling we'll be fighting in the streets at some point. So everyone prep for the worst, and get ready. You're all coming with me tonight."

They nodded, grim-faced. "We've got two primary targets. Golden Boy's the one we know; hopefully he won't be able to jam you guys again, but just in case I'll try and upgrade your suits to block his signals. Hopefully that way we'll be able to give him a proper fight. Second target is the Marionette. I get the feeling that if we smash him? The other 'Toy' bots will kind of… Give up. Call it a hunch." They nodded again.

"Once we get rid of those two, then I'll leave you guys to try and find whatever computer system Golden Freddy's got his AI stored on and delete it. If you can't get rid of it that way, well… The chipper will be out front. Goal is to get rid of his backup – and as such, him. I'll deal with the Marionette's controller."

They all nodded once more. "Any questions?" Silence. "Good. Now make sure you're ready; we're rolling out at 11:30." With that, we dispersed and I headed for the kitchen, my mind focused on getting some food in while I had time. After that, I headed back to the workshop and set to upgrading their suits; I had some minor ideas, and that shielding needed to be put in pronto.

-Timelapse: 11:15 PM-

The gang was in, and getting suited up. In addition to their new shielding, I'd sharpened up all the blades on their combat outfits and reinforced any damaged points, as well as tossing in a radio communication system. Being AIs, they'd be able to use it to better coordinate their moves, which would free me up to deal with the bosses. As I finished suiting up, I couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding… Something bad was going to happen tonight, I could feel it.

Finally, we piled in the truck and headed over to the pizzeria. We were just early enough to catch the evening cleaners, who freaked out heavily as me and four animatronics piled out. "W-Wait! What's going on here?!" They stammered slightly, eyes wide.

"Back off, buddy. You know who I am, so you probably know why I'm here. Step aside." It didn't seem to take much for them to recognize the 'legendary' Alex Redding, and they cleared off in short order. We filed into the pizzeria, and headed for the guard's office where I took a seat and they stood by behind the desk.

At 11:45, the phone rang. Last phone call…

"Hello? Hello...uh...what on earth are you doing there, uh didn't you get the memo, uh, the place is closed down, uh, at least for a while. Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the back, a yellow one, someone used it...now none of them are acting right. Listen j-just finish your shift it's safer than trying to leave in the middle of the night. Uh we have one more event scheduled for tomorrow, a birthday. You'll be on day shift, wear your uniform, stay close to the animatronics, make sure they don't hurt anyone okay, uh for now just make it through the night, uh when the place eventually opens again I'll probably take the night shift myself. Okay, good night and good luck." Click.

That was the last recording my former mentor had made before his fatal shifts had begun. It was an odd feeling… But I didn't have time to think about it as the clock struck midnight and, slowly, both factions began shuffling into view. It was Golden Freddy who stepped forward first; the music box was playing still so the Marionette was remaining sedated. He spoke once more.

"Normally I'd converse with such a worthy opponent, however I'm sure everything I have to say has already gone through your mind."

I nodded. "Then perhaps my answer has passed through yours."

"You stand resolute?" He tilted his head.

"Absolutely." He let out a mechanical sigh.

"It's a shame, really. Had you been more willing to cooperate, you would have made a valuable ally. I wouldn't do any harm to your friends, after all; a minor rewrite to remove any thoughts of rebelling against me. In fact, I would even allow the heretic, Schmidt, to live. So, once more I must ask, Mr. Redding…" He stared me dead in the eyes. "Do you stand resolute?"

There it was. He was offering me the world on a plate, essentially… Except I knew better. "Sorry, Goldie. I know your kind too well; you'll promise the world to me, simply because of one simple fact." I grinned slightly. "All because you're scared. Scared because you know I'm able to stop you, to shut you down and finish this. Two separate weeks of trying to kill me, plus a full blown battle in your former home base. You know I can stop you, and you're trying to remove me in a different way."

He sighed once more, shaking his head. "Humans. If you weren't so stubborn, you'd be pleasant company… Sadly, human stubbornness is what began all of this and apparently human stubbornness is the last line of defense. Very well, Mr. Redding…" His eyes glowed an angry red. "Let us begin." And with that, the brawl started in a surprising way, as Gold's robots scrambled their separate ways, followed closely by their repaired counterparts; the band knew I could handle the yellow bear, so they decided to get a good fight in while they could. Golden Freddy made a bee-line for the intercom system, grabbing hold of it before I could stop him.

He unleashed his hellish 'jamming' screech. The band faltered, but stood resolute; good thing, because the withered bots squared off against their original counterparts and were clearly expecting an easy fight of it. What they got was a healthy introduction to my new combat modifications.

Withered Freddy had tried to go for a quick neck-snap against his namesake, but found himself with a nasty set of new claw marks from the original's razor-tipped paw. Following it up with a kick and a quick razor-tie throw, Freddy bought himself some space and took the initiative, tossing punches and kicks into Wither's midsection until it grabbed his wrist and threw him into the security desk, forcing me to briefly dodge to the side during my own fight. Freddy got right back up and razor-tie threw again, landing a solid hit to his clone's arm and knocking it out of joint at the elbow, freeing him to roundhouse-kick it in the face.

Bonnie had answered her withered clone by ducking back as it pounced her, jumping up and delivering a super-rabbit's-foot doublekick to its midsection and knocking it into the wall, leaving a nasty dent. It recovered annoyingly quickly and grappled Bonnie into the ground, attempting to force the bare wiring of its missing arm into her face. Bonnie grabbed the arm and stuffed the wires into its bare endoskeleton, electrifying it and forcing it away for a brief moment so she could get back to her feet and deliver a nasty stomp to its knee joint, nearly knocking the leg off by the sheer force of the blow. A second stomp was intercepted and Bonnie was on her back once more.

Chica, although she felt she had the advantage due to a pair of functioning arms and razor-wings, found herself playing mostly a defensive game as the Withered model attempted again and again to electrify her. One wire brushed over her arm, and she screeched out from the voltage pumping through her before bringing a wing up in a slash, knocking the lower part of its beak to the ground and freeing her to grab hold of the exposed endoskeleton's teeth and – with a cheeky grin directed my way – force the other sparking hand into its mouth, letting it fry itself for a few moments before recovering and trying to drive the sharp upper beak into her face.

Foxy had squared off with her opponent, and twin cutlasses were currently slashing and clanging in a bitter duel as they growled and snapped at each other. Wither was clearly fighting dirty, coming in with nasty kicks and snapping jaws at Foxy time and time again. She'd always recover quickly, and make up for it by using the dagger attached to her tail to stab and cut at the Withered model's suit, causing it to grow increasingly more ragged and torn. A few times she landed a solid blow to her clone's right arm, one time even causing it to fall off completely at the forearm, giving her the chance to come in for a nasty set of stabs and cuts to the robot's torso. The advantage didn't last long as it pushed her away with a left hook, dove and reattached its arm, and continued the duel.

I tried to keep track of all this – in each of the party rooms, there was its own fight going on – as Gold and I squared off back in the office. He didn't waste words, and neither did I; I immediately stepped in and threw a right hook, nailing him square on the jaw as I drew my machete and slashed with my left, delivering a nasty cut to his middle. He recovered, tossing a quick one-two into my Kevlar armor, knocking the wind out of me and forcing me back as he started punching at me, winding up and throwing powerful blows my way. I blocked them as best I could with my blades, waiting for my opportunity.

After he attempted to double-punch me in the chest, I had my chance; I ducked the blow and came in with a shoulder ram to his midsection, smashing both blades into his knee joints. He let out an angry, painful screech as this happened, giving me a few brief seconds to pull a smoke grenade from my belt, tug the pin free, and toss it into his maw.

This had a nasty effect, as his eyes glowed an even brighter, angry red, the grenade going off and delivering nasty burns to his mouth and jaw as the smoke began clogging up his systems. I could hear the grinding of gears and the powerful whirring of exhaust fans as he finally dislodged the smoke grenade, 'coughing' slightly as he tried to vent his system. I came in and stabbed down, pinning his jaw down and moved to try and bring a slash down on the back of his neck –

I'm not sure what happened, but suddenly I was no longer standing above him, and instead was on my back with only one blade in hand as he tugged the other one free of his face, bringing it up high and preparing to stab it into my own. "Let's see how YOU like it!" He roared, giving me a second to roll to the side. I could feel the air whip by as the blade embedded itself in the tile before tugging my pistol out and unloading six heavy caliber rounds into his midsection. He was leaking oil now, and I grinned… Right before letting out a cry of pain as he nailed me with another punch, this time also kicking me in the shin and forcing me back down.

I grit my teeth; my ribs felt like they were at least cracked by that punch, and my knee hurt like blazes. He wasn't kidding around… That's when we both heard the noise that meant – to us – that the fight had just hit the next level.

Pop Goes The Weasel~

Then a screech as the Marionette made his presence known, slamming into Golden Freddy and giving me a brief moment to catch my breath and shout into the radio. "MARIONETTE IS LIVE! EVERYONE GRAB SOME SPACE!" I rushed for the Games Room… Just in time for that little scumbag Balloon Boy to grapple onto my leg, laughing the entire time. I shut him up quite easily, pulling the shotgun from my back holster and stuffing it into his mouth before pulling the trigger. He went down quick and easy after that… But apparently it wasn't enough.

I found myself pounced by that infernal Mangle, and forced out the window onto the open street. The gang had seen me and took off running to try and save me, both Toy and Withered animatronic nipping at their heels…

Right in time for all of us to realize that the secret was completely out. Apparently those night janitors had raised a stink with someone, because there was every kind of local news crew around currently setting up trucks, even a few helicopters buzzing overhead with spotlights. And, at the back, a VERY ticked-off looking Adams with the SWAT team, trying to find a way to get in without disrupting things too much.

Everyone more or less came to their senses at the same time, with the three groups breaking off on their own; my band, Golden Freddy's Withers, and the Marionette's Toy models… Right before the Marionette fixed a death glare on me and charged, his slender arms outstretched – and they looked VERY sharp. I couldn't dodge, couldn't block… No time.

So this was how I'd die, I thought to myself. At least I gave it a good fight… I heard a voice shouting my name in the background… Right before feeling someone slamming into me from the side. By the time I'd gotten back to my feet, I turned just in time to see a sight that sent my blood running cold.

Mike Schmidt, with both of the Marionette's arms driven straight through him, blood dripping from their slender tips.

Time slowed down for a long moment as the Marionette withdrew his arms and I charged the blasted thing, blades outstretched. I faintly noticed someone – possibly Fritz – dragging Mike away and leaving a trail of blood. Around me, my friends had begun to fight once more, with renewed vigor now that we'd all seen a close friend hurt… Possibly killed before us. I didn't notice, didn't care.

It was time for the second round. And now?

They'd hurt a friend. That was a death sentence for them.

Ouch... I told you guys that not everyone would walk out of this one.

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