Author Note:

Hey guys! I didn't expect such nice reviews, especially for a fic I wrote under 30 minutes, haha. If you really want more I'll give you some. Although I feel kinda guilty updating this one instead of my other one, which a lot of people are /still/ waiting for... hahaha... I'm sorry about that. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

It's been a week since I died. I just kinda stood there, letting my AI do all the work. I sang, wished kids happy birthday, greet people... but I just observe. Lately, because of my murder, less people have been going in, and more investigations were made. Most of my friends are missing too.. Kyle, Lucy, Troy, and Ben.

I'll be honest, I haven't seen much of been at all when I was here. He was in the background, being quiet and not talking about anybody. When I was going to get my pizza that Lucy got, I noticed him a couple of feet away, staring at the music box. He looked troubled... as a matter of fact, it looked like he wanted to cry.

I don't blame him. Something is wrong with the music box, and I want to get to the bottom of it. But somehow, I knew that I wouldn't figure it out anytime soon. I looked over to Chica, who was by me. Blood ran down her eye sockets as well, and I mentally sighed. Oh... Lucy... why did that happen to you?

I'm tempted to call her Chica, as my AI keeps insisting. I have to call her Chica, because when I speak out loud, other people can hear, and they aren't hearing from Jacob Fletcher, they're hearing from Freddy Fazbear. I look over to be left, where Ben is. I mean, Bonnie. My heart shrivels inside my chest, knowing such tragic things happened to us. I don't know what happened to Kyle or Troy, I haven't seen them at all. I just know that Chica- I mean Lucy tried to fight the gold costume, and died by it. Kyle tried fighting him, and I didn't see him die.

But that doesn't mean that he survived.

I just know that he fought and fought. He was so courageous... but there's no way he could survive. He was the oldest of us, Troy being the second. I was the third, Ben and Lucy were the same age. We're all kids who live near each other.

Now, we're all kids who live together.

I move my robotic head to the music box. Even though it's calm song was playing, I still remember the 'pop goes the weasel' song play when I was dying.

I only remember looking at the ceiling, the golden costume's face, and the darkness. And the sweet music that followed it... I wanted to hear it again, somehow.

I snapped back to reality. Blinking a few times, or making the animatronic head blink a few times, I turn my head to the door again. My mother walks in, crying. Now, this isn't the first time that happened. She's been coming in everyday since the murder, claiming that I'm not dead, I'm just lost.

A week ago, this happened;

"Ma'am, please sit down." An officer with a notebook in his hands looks at the worried mother. "We got work to do."

"No, you don't understand," Her voice cracked inbetween sentences. "My son- He's gone..!"

"Ma'am, we already got reports of 4 children missing. What makes you think you're son is gone too?"

The mother glared at the officer. "He hasn't returned home." She said, trying to make sure her voice didn't waver.

"She's right, dude." An employee walks up. "Actually, the children all went the same way. The camera did see 5 children... Ma'am, did you see the video?"

"No-" The officer tried to interrupt, but the mother cut him off.

She hesitated, and gave a scared look. Finally, she decided. "Please, let me see it..."

The Employee nodded. "Please come this way."

They both walk into a room with a screen, showing all areas around the Pizzaria. He put his finger on the screen, showing the entrance to the one hallway. "You see... This first kid-"

A loud gasp interrupted the Employee, with loud crying as the mother falls to the floor.

"That was Jacob.." She said in-between sobs. "That was him, my baby..."

The employee looked at her, and bit his lip. I don't think I have the heart to tell her other suspicions that others reported... He mentally concluded. Thinking back, he remembered his Engineers reporting something unusual about the animatronics. It was too insane to even consider, so he shrugged off the idea. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry..."

I looked at my mom, trying to talk to the investigators. I wish I could tell her everything that happened... I took a few steps forward before being stopped by Chica- I mean Lucy.

"Jacob..." Lucy whispered to me. She used the animatronic to talk, but no one else heard us. We knew it. We could also manipulate the AI to make it do as we wish.

"What?" I whispered back. The deep voice of Mr. Fazbear unsettled me.

"You're mom won't recognize you..." She trailed off, looking at the music box.

I huffed, or did mentally, and looked away. "So what? I can try to tell her."

"You can't!" Chica protested. Her voice was so not like Lucy's... "You're Freddy now! She won't believe a character."

I wanted to cry. I wanted to talk to my mom, hug by mom, be comforted by my mom... I looked at my animatronic hands. "...Fine..."

After a period of silence, we went back on stage to perform.

It was 11:AM, we were put backstage. I looked over at Ben and Lucy, and they looked at me. We were left alone, so we were allowed to talk.

"Ben..." Bonnie the animatronic moved it's head up to face mine. He didn't reply. "I'm so sorry..."

Bonnie looked away. I looked back over to Lucy- I mean Chica, and she looked at me back. I decided to think for a bit, trying to come up with a conversation. Suddenly, in the back of my mind, the music box started playing again. That's when it hit me.

"Hey, Lucy... did you hear a song?"

"What song?"

"I don't know... a song, after being killed..."

There was a deadly silence. After a period of time, Chica answered. "Yes. I did, Freddy." My name's not Freddy! It's Jacob...

I beg to differ.

My head went to static and I shook myself out of it. What was that?! I looked over to Lucy again. "Chica," I mentally bit my tongue. I meant to say Lucy. "What happened when you were out?"

"Nothing." She answered bitterly. "I woke up here. That's it."

I looked back forward, mentally frowning. If I could display my emotions on this animatronic, I would. Before I knew it, it was 12 AM. Everyone was gone. I looked around, deciding whether or not I should move.

Being in a suit, I can't sleep. I can't eat, drink, rest... I'm awake, all the time, like having a soul attached to a giant suit of armor. I can't feel anything but emotions. I moved away from the stage, but hearing the voices of my friends caused me to stop.

"Where do you think you're going?" Chica asked.

"Nowhere." I answered. "I'm just going for a walk."

She thoughtfully looked away, as if she was considering it. Ben stared at us both. I turned around and walked away.

As I made my way through the Pizzaria, I passed Pirate's Cove. I instantly thought of my friend, Troy. Wow, he loved that place. Everytime he showed up at school he wore a Foxy shirt. I smiled and went to the Pirate Cove curtains. Pushing it open, to white eyeballs stared at me. I stared back at it. "H-hello... Foxy..."

"Go away, Freddy." A voice of a Pirate Fox answered. Something was wrong, it wasn't very... pirate-y.

I insisted. "Are you okay?"

The Pirate Fox jumped up and grabbed the curtains, pulling them shut. "Aye! I said go away!"

I blinked a few times, before opening it back up. "W-why?"

The fox glared at me.

I took a few steps back, looking at it. It looked me up and down before talking. "You ain't Freddy."

I tilted my head. I knew that. "I'm Jacob." I stated. Hopefully this fox will help me find my two other friends...

Instead, the pirate fox just kinda stared. It didn't do anything, but for a second, I sensed an emotion of sadness. "You didn't talk to the thing, did you?"

"What thing?"

"The.. No, I can't say it here..." The fox looked away. "Jacob.. did it do this to the others?" It seemed like the fox was trying to avoid it's pirate accent.

"Um, Ben, Lucy..." I tried to think. "I can't find Troy or Kyle..."

The fox's head snapped to face mine. "Jacob... I'm... I'm Troy..."

I stared at the fox, my animatronic jaw dropping. I was happy that I found Troy, but devastated that he was... murdered.

Don't talk to him.

I had a strange sense to obey.

"Don't listen to it Jacob." The fox hissed. "It wants to control us. It did this."

"What do you mean?" I said aloud.

Get away from him.

Static took over my eyesight, and a sharp pain throbbed throughout my 'skull'. I stumbled and almost fell down, but Troy picked me back up. "You don't have to suffer this..." Troy reassured. "Don't do what it says..."

"Why?" I whimpered, holding my head, believing that it helped.

"Don't, or else you'll become it's puppe-"

Freddy.

Almost blacking out, the static almost took over my whole AI system, causing me to fall down and scream.

Troy looked over me as I was trying to get away, making my way to the exit. Troy looked sympathetic, and he called after me. "Don't forget your real name!"

Don't forget my real name... I echoed. What's going on..?

Author note:

Another message from the author! Here's another chapter I typed up in 30 minutes. As I was typing I started brainstorming ideas for the main story for this one... Well, more reviews equals more motivation to get this story started. Let me know what you think, and give me suggestions! What do you want to happen?

Oh, and I thought I should say... this happens before the 'Toy' characters get created. Just to help with the story a little bit.

~Furiookami