Scott smiled as he took a moment to recline in his chair in the office. It had been about an hour since the Toys had finished their routine.

And it was awesome!

Naturally for the band, there was a lot of singing involved! And even though there were some admittedly cheesy remakes of existing songs from the previous decade, it was fantastic. For robots, they really could sing...

Scott even got to choose which songs they sung, though, a lot of his choices were a bit... ahead of their time, to put it lightly. He really should introduce them to some more modern music. I mean, the newest song they knew was Funkytown.

Like, c'mon.

But, at least Scott got to set foot onstage a few times!

Though his singing was nothing short of terrible...

There was also quite a bit of dancing, mostly between him and Foxy while the band supplied the music. She seemed to be really into it as well, twirling and spinning about. For a robot that could almost be called an antique, she could really dance. He could barely keep up!

But now, he had to ask himself something...

Why did he agree to this?

He wasn't referring to this little endeavor in general, of course. Heading here was one of his better ideas, he had to say!

But why, why did he agree to act as the night guard, or 'endo' as the Toys liked to call it? He had to sit in this small room at the end of a long, dark hallway, armed with nothing but his flashlight and cameras! He wasn't sure if this was very fair! I mean, there weren't even any doors! Plus, he knew very well how 'enthusiastic' they could get when playing this kind of game! For all he knew, maybe they'd actually put him in a suit!

Well, he knew they wouldn't go that far, but still. The whole thing weirded him out!

Scott shook his head, escaping those unnerving thoughts. He had a job to do, and he was gonna do it. There weren't any real consequences. It's not like he had to last six whole hours like the poor souls who sat in this very room before him.

He just had to last as long as possible.

Scott opened the camera tablet, waiting as the camera feed shuddered and glitched before clearing up. The band was onstage, standing still and blankly staring ahead in their 'inactive' state.

Scott, however, knew that they were far from inactive. He pressed one of the buttons onscreen, prompting the feed to switch to the Kid's Cove. Unsurprisingly, Foxy was also there. Like the other three, she stood like a statue. Scott took a moment to check up on the band once again. Everything was calm, still, and quiet.

...And then the feed went dark.

Scott blinked, studying the tablet. Did the thing just break on him? He tilted it slightly, before looking at the back of it. Everything seemed alright...

He then turned it back around, frowning. How was he going to do this without cameras? This just went from 'unfair' to 'really unfair'!

To his surprise, the feed suddenly returned! Scott grinned, gazing upon the show stage in all of its glory! This showstage with only... two bots.

Oh, fie.

Scott hurriedly cycled through the cameras, trying to locate the missing Bonnie. Eventually, he managed to find him in one of the party rooms with his face... unnecessarily close to the camera. Scott stared, unsure of how to respond to this.

...He also wasn't sure how Bonnie managed to get his face that close to the camera. Was the thing really mounted that low on the wall, or was Bonnie that tall?

Huh.

Scott didn't have much time to dwell on that issue, however, as the feed cut out once again – but not before Bonnie grinned and gave a parting wave.

"Hey, what's going on?", Scott asked aloud, turning the tablet slightly. He frowned as he heard some chuckling, coupled with plastic footsteps.

"...Bonnie, are you doing this?!", Scott called out.

"...Noooo...", Bonnie gave a quiet, delayed answer, followed by more chuckling.

"You're totally doing this, aren't you?!"

"Am not!"

Scott lightly facepalmed. Of course he had to deal with that. Of course. After once again locating that lousy lagomorph, he decided to pay some attention to the show stage.

...Aaaand, nobody was there...

Scott had no idea how physically draining being a not-really-a-night-guard would be. He wasn't sure how long he had lasted up to this point, but it was definitely starting to tire him. Every time he thought he was safe, one of the Toys would suddenly pop up where he'd least expect! He's had so many close calls with the three bandmembers, he's lost count!

And Foxy hadn't even moved from her spot yet! How was he supposed to last like this?

Scott took a few deep breaths before sighing. He just needed to calm down. After all, this should be easy! He remembered the rules that Freddy outlined before this 'game' began.

"It's simple, Scott," he remembered the bear saying. "All you have to do to keep us from getting inside is to catch us in the act. If you fail to do that, well, heheh..."

So, that was all he had to do! Just check the cameras in the vents (heaven knows why there're cameras in the vents in the first place...), and keep an eye on the hallway! A masterful plan!

And so, that's what he did! With this new strategy in mind, he actually managed to last a few more minutes. He came up with a system. Left Vent, Right Vent, Hallway. It was perfect!

But then, he heard thumping.

Thumping, in the vents.

Now, as always, Scott knew what to do. He had to check the camera in there, of course. So, he did.

And there was nothing there.

This was when Scott began to panic. This meant that whatever was in there had already gotten past the camera! This left him with one last line of defense – the light! He quickly leaned over to press the button. But, before he could manage that...

A brown arm came out.

Scott yelped and nearly leaped from his seat! This was it, then! He was done for! Despite his masterful plan, he's lost! Any second now, Freddy would emerge from that dark, small space and claim his victory!

...Though, oddly enough, that didn't happen.

"E-Err, Scott?", came a voice rattling from within the vent.

"Y-Yeah, Freddy?", he reluctantly replied. Freddy did not respond right away, seeming to instead flail his arm around a little. Finally, as he set it on the ground, he sighed.

"...I'm stuck."

Scott blinked, taking a moment to register what he just heard.

Then, he snorted.

"Freddy... Y-You're not... fooling around, are you?", Scott asked.

"No, I'm not 'fooling around'!", the bear indignantly replied. "I'm actually stuck! I... I saw the others heading through here and I thought I could blindside you by doing the same!"

Scott began to chuckle while Freddy spilled the beans. Oh, this was gold.

"Wh-What's so funny? This is a serious matter!", the Toy protested.

"I-I know, I know!", Scott replied, trying to stifle his laughter. "I just can't believe it! I thought you guys were flexible enough to make it through there! Bonnie and Chica could do it! Oh, speaking of the two, where are they?", he quietly asked, beginning to cycle through the cameras. While he did this, he began to wonder if he was forgetting something. All this time, he'd been fending off the three bandmembers. Not once did Foxy show up...

Scott slowly pointed his gaze down the dark hallway, beginning to hear some footsteps. They started out in a slow, almost calculated way. But then, they increased in speed, getting louder as they drew closer. Scott pushed his chair back a little, wondering who could've been down there...

...Oh. Right.

Scott screamed as Foxy suddenly burst from the darkness at lightning speed! An eyepatch covered one of her eyes and a corked hook replaced one of her hands. She stopped just short of his desk. She grinned before poking his forehead with her hook.

"Got'cha, matey!", she said in her faux pirate's accent.

Before Scott could offer any sort of protest, cheering was heard from down the hall. Soon, Bonnie and Chica would run into the office, congratulating Foxy.

"Haha, good job, Foxy!", Bonnie exclaimed.

"Yeah! In your face, Scott!", Chica said, pointing at the not-guard in question. "Thought you could cheat by just using the vent cameras, huh? Well, you had another thing comin', pal! Whoo!"

"W-Well, i-it's not like I had much of a choice!", Scott said. "Y-You guys're too good at this!"

"Chica, don't be so rude!", Foxy scolded, tapping the chick's shoulder with her hook. She then smiled as the chicken muttered an apology. "And, it's okay, Scott...", Foxy soothed, walking around the desk and putting her good hand on Scott's shoulder. "If it means anything, you lasted quite a while!"

"Yeah!", Bonnie agreed. "You lasted about...", he paused, thinking for a moment. "Fifty-five minutes! That's a lot of minutes!" he assured, nodding.

Scott crossed his arms, pouting a little. He wasn't sure if that was something to be happy about...

But then, he looked up at the smiling three. He'd by lying if he said that he and the bots didn't have any fun. Oh, on the contrary! And, really, isn't that why they all came here in the first place?

"...Well... Thanks," Scott finally said, calming down. He was about to ask Foxy why she was dressed up like that, but...

"H-Hey!", came a voice. "What about me?!"

"Freddy?", the other three Toys said in unison. All of their gazes would be directed toward one of the vents, where the bear was still trapped.

"What're you doing in there?", Chica asked, stepping toward the vent. "The game's over! You should be out here with the rest of us!"

"I would, but... I'm stuck," Freddy said before once again waving his arm uselessly. "Could'ja do me a favor 'n pull me out?"

Scott and the three Toys looked at each other. The man shrugged as the bots expressed their various states of disbelief. Then, looking at Freddy once again, they sighed.

It took them a bit of time, and a lot of effort, but they eventually managed to free the Fazbear from his metal prison. Freddy dusted himself off as he stood up, grinning nervously.

"Th-Thanks...", he said. "I-I promise it won't happen again. I thought I could fit, but... Heheh...", he trailed off, looking away slightly.

"Oh, don't worry, Freddy!", Bonnie said with a grin. "Accidents happen! Plus, it's not like you're hurt, right?"

"Hrmm... I suppose you're right, Bon," Freddy agreed with a smile. "I'm definitely unhurt. ...Though, something just doesn't feel right...", he then said in a near-murmur as he slowly looked down. Then, he gasped.

"What's wrong, Freddy?", Scott worriedly asked, taking a step towards the bear.

"M-My foot!", Freddy exclaimed. "One of the toes're missing!"

"O-Oh! So it is!", Bonnie replied in disbelief, putting his hands to his dimples as he looked down. The plastic covering on one of Freddy's toes was missing, leaving the metal under it visible.

"Do you need any help finding it?", Chica asked.

"No, no... Scott and I can track it down...", he said. "The rest of you can head back to the main room while we look! We'll catch up!"

"Alright then!", Foxy said. "We'll meet'cha there! And you, Scott," she added, donning her pirate's accent once again as she poked the man with her hook. "You 'n I'll be spendin' some quality time togetherrrr. Yarr."

"I-I'll be looking forward to that!", Scott replied with a slight nervous edge to his voice. Corked or not, that hook did bother him a bit... He watched as the three Toys disappeared into the darkness of the hallway...

"Come, come, Scott. Let us find the Missing Toe, shall we?", Freddy beckoned. "It probably came off in the vent!"

"O-Oh, sure, sure!", Scott replied, quickly following as the bear made his way into one of the party rooms.

The toe was right where the two had assumed. From its position deep inside the vent, they could assume that it probably came off when Freddy was trying to navigate around the corner. Thanks to his trusty flashlight that he totally didn't pilfer from the office just now, Scott had easily found and reinstalled the toe. It was as easy as snapping it on.

"Ah, that feels much better!", Freddy said with a sigh as he sat in one of the chairs. "Thank you, Scott!"

"You're quite welcome, Freddy!", Scott replied with a smile. He watched as the bear wiggled his toes, making sure that they were all still in working order.

"...Say, I'm gonna head back to the main room with the others," Freddy then said, standing up. "Wanna come? Maybe we could get one of those arcade machines to work, hm? Oh- Maybe even that old carousel! The children used to really love that thing! Maybe you'll like it too!"

"Uh, sure! Sure! But first...", Scott said, his voice trailing off a little. He furrowed his brow, looking away slightly.

"What is it, Scott?", Freddy asked, tilting his head.

"...E-Ehh, nothin'. Nothin'," he replied after a bit of hesitation.

"Are you sure?" Freddy put his hands behind his back, smiling. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I know, I know... A-And, it was more of a question. L-Listen, maybe I'll... Maybe I'll ask you later. But for now, let's see what's happening in the main room, huh?"

"Well... Alright then," Freddy reluctantly replied. "C'mon," he said, motioning for Scott to follow – an offer that Scott took.

"Oh, hey, there you guys are!", Bonnie happily greeted. He kicked his legs lazily as he sat on the edge of the stage, waving at the two.

"Did you guys have any trouble?", Chica asked from her place next to Bonnie. "It took you quite a while..."

"No, no, we didn't have much trouble!", Freddy replied. "I'd go as far as to say it was toe-tally easy!", he said with a wide grin.

Bonnie giggled while Chica groaned, resting her back on the stage floor.

"Good one, boss!", the bunny congratulated as Chica recovered.

"Heheh, thank you," Freddy modestly replied, before looking around. "Say, where's Foxy, anyway?"

"She's in her Cove," Chica responded, pointing to the room in particular. "Probably waiting for Scott!"

"Yarr, that be correct!", came a distant pirate's voice, coupled with the fox waving her hooked hand from the inside of her room. "Th'Captain needs her First Mate!"

"Well, Scott...", Freddy began, chuckling. "You probably shouldn't keep her waiting, huh?", he asked, looking at the man in question.

"H-Huh?", Scott asked, his mind elsewhere. "O-Oh, yeah, yeah. Right!"

"...Scott, are you sure you're alright?", Freddy worriedly asked, tilting his head.

"I'm fine, I'm fine," Scott replied, waving his hand. "Just... Thinkin' about something," he equivocated as he set off for the Cove.

"Yarr, welcome, Scott, to the Kid's Cove!", Foxy exclaimed as the man entered. "Ol' Foxy's been waitin' fer ya'! Take a seat wherever y'see fit, and we shall begin!"

Scott obliged. He took a seat where he saw fit, that place being the floor since there weren't really any chairs in the room.

"Good!", she said, sitting down as well. "Now, what adventure shall we embark on today, eh? Shall we set sail on th'seven seas, searchin' fer treasure?!", she asked, putting her hand to her forehead and looking around. "Or shall we head deep underground, fendin' off spooky skeletons as we find our lost friends?!", she offered with her gruffest, most authentic pirate's accent. "Or, really, we could do away with that altogether and just draw for a bit!", she then said, quickly dropping the act and flipping up her eyepatch. She dug into a nearby box and produced some sheets of drawing paper. "It's really your choice, dearie!", she said rosily.

Scott chuckled. He really did enjoy doing things with her... Then again, he enjoyed doing things with all of the Toys. He enjoyed listening to Bonnie play his guitar, he enjoyed Freddy's singing and general politeness, and he enjoyed Chica's parties.

But, despite all of that, one thing still bothered him...

"W-Well, I don't know...", Scott replied. "That's quite a few options! Th-Though, before I make a decision, I guess I should ask you something..."

"Hm? What is it?", she asked.

"W-Well...", Scott took a deep breath, then opened his mouth. "B-Basically, how-"

And as if the universe at this particular time simply didn't want him to ask the question that had been bothering him for so long, everything suddenly went dark. A low, plunging sound was heard throughout the building, signaling only one thing.

The power went out.

"Wh-What happened?!", Scott asked, turning this way and that. He flailed his arms about, trying to get his bearings.

"I-I'm not sure!", Foxy replied. "C'mon, get up!", she exclaimed, grabbing Scott's hand and helping him up. "We need to find the others!"

Fortunately, the others found them. Freddy rushed into the room, followed by Bonnie and Chica. It was worth noting that Freddy's eyes were lit up almost like flashlights, and he emitted an oddly lighthearted tune.

"G-Guys! I think the power went out!", Freddy said over his music in a hurried tone. "Are you two alright?"

"Yep, we're fine!", Foxy replied. Scott nodded in agreement.

"Th-Though, what's with the music?", Scott asked. "And, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"Good, good...", he said in relief. "I was worried... A-And, nothing's wrong! It's just a safety measure! You see, every time something happens that I think may worry the children, or in this case, you, I play some nice, soothing music! It used to always calm them down!", he exclaimed proudly. "...Y-You are calm, right?", he asked.

"Yeah, I was just a little surprised, that's all," Scott said. Though, he had to admit that that was a rather... interesting feature that Freddy had.

"Ah, fantastic!", Freddy said. He pressed one of the buttons on his chest, prompting the music and lights to stop.

"Uh, say, we should probably get the power back on!", Chica suggested. "We can't have our fun in the dark!"

"Ch-Chica's right!", Bonnie agreed. "I-I'm kinda... a-afraid of the dark, anyway!", he admitted.

"...Bonnie, we all have nightvision," Chica reminded flatly.

"Oh, right!"

"...Right, we should work on that!", Freddy said, glancing at the two. "Say, Scott...", he began, looking at Scott once more. "Do you think you can head outside and see what happened? The circuit breaker is so old, it probably failed. How many lights did we have on, anyway?", he asked, looking at the two Toys behind him.

"Preeetty much every single one...", Chica reluctantly admitted.

"Well, that would probably do it...", Scott said. "I'll see what I can do!" Pulling his flashlight out of his pocket, he flicked it on. After taking a moment to look at the Toys who were essentially surrounding him, he made a small nod and took off.

"W-Wait!", Foxy shouted as he stepped out of the Cove. "What were you going to ask me?"

"Uh, I'll... I'll tell you later!", Scott called back.

"Well... Alright!" she replied. "Please, be careful!"

And careful he was. After taking a moment to find the back door, and enlisting Freddy's help in that mission. Scott took a deep breath, then sighed as he stepped out the back door of the pizzeria.

"Fresh air...", he muttered. He looked to his left, then to his right in an attempt to find the circuit breaker. Eventually, he managed to find it. As expected, it was mounted on the wall.

Scott was almost perplexed by the thing, seeing as it opened without needing to be unlocked. It was a small, dirty, rusty thing on the outside. The inside wasn't in much better shape. He could barely make out the labels on the many switches that lined the interior. All he needed to do was, hopefully, turn all of these back on. Then, he and the Toys could have their fun!

Then, Scott sighed. The Toys... Never before had he seen robots with so much... heart They talked, they played, they laughed, and they danced.

...And they snored, they panted, they sighed, and they felt.

He knew about the Toys' personalities, adaptability, and such, but he didn't know about their other qualities. They had feelings. They cared for him, they truly did.

How exactly was that possible?

That's partly what Scott wanted to ask, but something possessed him not to. He didn't know how they'd react to such a question. It felt personal...

And the fact that they were decommissioned only made him feel just that much worse...

"Well...", Scott began, holstering his flashlight. "Let's get down to business."

Meanwhile, in the front of the building, a small car slowly rolled into the parking lot. Its headlights momentarily illuminated the inside of the restaurant as it parked. It sat idle for a moment before turning off. After nearly a minute, one of its doors opened and a man stepped out. He sneered slightly as he closed the door, gazing upon the establishment.

"As desolate as ever...", Fritz Smith muttered. He retrieved his flashlight from his pocket and made his way toward the door...

A/N: Whoo! Another chapter, and guess who's finally making an appearance! Bet you were wondering why this fic was called "On The Fritz", huh? WELL HERE'S YER ANSWER WHO WOULD'A THOUGHT IT'D BE HIMMMM.

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Anyway, sorry for being a little late these past few chapters! I usually try to upload on Saturday night, buty'knowIcangetlazy. Fortunately, I'm already partway through writing the next chapter, so hopefully that'll be uploaded sooner than usual! Thank you for your patience, and I'll see you next time!

BGBNDR's such a weird name...

A/N Part Two: Heeey, some of you might'a noticed that I actually first uploaded this last night, but soon deleted it. The reason is that I realized that uploading on a Sunday evening was probably not the best time. Everyone's probably getting ready for the upcoming week!