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©1987

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Chica woke up with a start. She quickly sat up and looked around, trying to get an idea of where she was. Everything was dark, which only unnerved her more. She absentmindedly patted the floor under her, soon realizing that it was made of metal. In fact, she could infer that it was less of a floor and more of a table.

"H-Huh?", she uttered in confusion at this realization "What happened?"

She waited for a response. When she received none, she blinked a few times, triggering her nightvision to finally engage. Immediately, she scanned the room, soon realizing that it was the Parts & Services room. She had only been in here a few times, usually when her beak had to be reattached. However, she knew that bots were usually pulled back here for more serious repairs. Foxy would definitely know about that. But, that didn't answer her question.

What happened to her?

She felt stiff, almost sore, even. She stayed where she was, trying to recall what had happened earlier. She remembered playing games with Bonnie. Then, someone got into the pizzeria. She had tried to get him to leave, then...

She was tased.

Chica frowned. Right. She was tased by that guy. How long had she been out? It couldn't have been for more than an hour. What happened in that span oftime? Did her friends get rid of that guy? Did they confiscate his weapon?

Well, she decided to find out.

She turned and slid off of the metal table, her feet thudding as they hit the floor. She stood there for a moment, testing her joints to see if they were damaged at all. Satisfied that she was all good, if not still just the slightest bit stiff, Chica made her way toward the door. She slowly pushed it open, leaning out of the room

"Guys?", she called, looking around. She frowned slightly upon once again not hearing a response. She fully opened the door and took a few steps outside, stopping as she heard some voices. She heard Bonnie's, Foxy's, Freddy's, and...

Scott's!

She found herself smiling as she heard his voice.

"Scott's back!...", she whispered happily to herself. "This must mean that that guy's gone too!" She found her spirits uplifted as she continued to walk. Good riddance to him, she'd say! That guy was nothing but trouble. As she began to make her way down the main hallway toward the party rooms, she stopped and thought.

"Hrmmm...", she went. "It's been a while. Maybe I should make some more popcorn for him..." She then nodded, her smile widening. Yes, she will do just that. She shall make some popcorn for her favorite guy!

...And, really, the only guy she knows at this point.

She also didn't know why, but she actually felt really good tonight despite her recent K.O. Before tonight, she had to admit that she hadn't been feeling all too well. After all, the whole 'being technically dead for ten years' thing was still fresh in her memory. That was a lot to take in. But, it's been a few weeks and perhaps – just maybe – she's getting over it.

Slowly.

Plus, coming back here seemed to put her at ease a bit. It felt good being back in her old building and getting to truly entertain someone again. Just talking and playing with her friends and generally having a good time in this place – which was ironic considering the terrible things that've happened he-

Wait, no. No. Not gonna go down that route again. Got to focus on the popcorn. After all, she might be the party chick, but her poster also says something else.

Let's Eat!

Chica lightly hummed as she lazily glided the frying pan across one of the stove's burners. She tilted her head slightly, watching as the corn seeds popped and pattered. She almost wished that she could actually eat some of this stuff. The pizzas she used to serve looked delicious!

She sighed. Oh well. At least Scott'll get to enjoy this.

Chica decided to leave the pan on the stove for a moment as the popcorn finished cooking, and made her way toward the fridge. After a bit of pulling, she opened it up and took a look inside.

...And, it was much like one would expect from a refrigerator that hadn't been opened in a decade.

Whatever food was left in there had completely gone off, to put it lightly. The bread was rock-hard, the lettuce and tomatoes had long shriveled and darkened, and the jars of peanut butter and jam were...

...Black.

But, luckily, Chica found something. She pushed aside the rotten and stale food items and pulled out a red can of soda. It had probably gone flat long ago, but she hoped that it was at least still drinkable. I mean, soda's soda, right?

"Eugh...", she uttered after taking one more look at the food before quickly shutting the door. That wasn't something she wanted to see again anytime soon...

She set the can down on the counter and got a bowl from the pantry. She filled it with the now-done popcorn and set off for the party rooms. She assumed that that's where everyone was, considering she didn't see anyone in the main room.

As she walked down the hall, she noticed that the office had been cleaned up. Just more proof that the Intruder was gone. She soon began to hear Scott's voice. She slowed down slightly, listening in to what he was saying. He sounded like he was talking about the things that had happened a few weeks ago...

"What's he talking about that for?", she wondered. Slowly, she approached the room's doorway and peeked inside. Then, she gasped. There was the Intruder, and Scott was talking to him! And her three other friends were there!

Chica quickly took a step away from the doorway, hoping that she wasn't seen. Why was that Intruder still here? And why was Scott talking to him – worse than that – telling him everything that happened?! Especially considering what had happened to her, recently – what with her being tased and all! Didn't that mean anything to them? She tightened her hold on what she was carrying, leaning against the wall. Scott had a lot of explaining to do...

But for now, she waited and listened to what was being said. When Scott had finished his story, he heard the Intruder begin to speak. He mentioned something about telling his own story. Chica realized that this was something that had bugged her... Why was he here, anyway?

"Well, basically...", she heard the Intruder begin. "I used to be a technician here."

Chica hmphed. Surprising. She didn't remember anyone like him. However, she continued to listen, her curiosity piqued...

The Early Morning of November 14th, 1987

Fritz began today's shift like any other day. He woke up, drank his coffee, ate his breakfast, and headed down to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. He had picked up this job as a summer gig of sorts, but his financial situation forced him to extend his employment into the fall. It's not like it didn't pay well – on the contrary in fact. It's just that a lot of things about the establishment just... unnerved him.

But, we'll get to that in a second.

After locking the doors of his car, he tucked his keys into his pocket and stepped inside. The bells on the door jingled merrily, alerting the staff inside to his presence.

"Hey, hey, Fritz!", a man shouted from onstage. He was standing behind Freddy, Toy Freddy, fiddling with something in the back of the bear's head through an open panel. The other two Toys had similarly opened panels on the backs of their heads. Fritz sighed, watching as the man began to dig through his toolbox, muttering something.

"Y-Yeah, hi, Mack," he finally replied. "I see that the, uh... situation still hasn't been fixed?"

"Yeah, unfortunately not," Mack The Mechanic replied. "I mean, for a while, I barely even knew where to start with this," he continued. "Whoever messed with these bots really knew how to muddle everything up in here!"

"Well, you gotta find a way to fix 'em!", Fritz said as he approached the stage. "You're the best mechanic we have!" Mack smiled.

"I try...", he quietly replied, feeling genuinely complimented. "Look, I'll see what I can do," he then said, looking at Fritz. "I think I finally got this figured out. Gimme a few minutes, and I'll turn this guy on. You, uh, you might wanna stand back once I do this, Fritz," he said. Fritz nodded, already taking a step back. If there was one thing that he knew about Mack's previous, it was that the bots needed a lot of space when they were being switched on.

After all, you'd want to have a bit of distance if a bear, rabbit, or chicken weighing in the neighborhood of 150 to 200 pounds was coming after you.

But, before any of that happened, the two froze as they heard a noise. Fritz and Mack turned a little to see another one of the employees seated at one of the tables. She was a relatively new employee, having been hired the prior day, named Barbara. She took a slow sip of her milkshake as she watched them, filling the room with a sucking noise as the thick liquid flowed through the straw.

"U-Uh, Barbara? What're you doing sitting around?", Mack asked. "In case you hadn't heard, some 'prankster' went and messed with the bots a few days ago. All of 'em! We could use some help tryin' to fix this!" he said, frowning. "Didn't the boss tell you to go see if the Mangle was at least functional?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know..." she replied dismissively. "Yeah, Mr. Fazburg told me to head into the Cove to see what was wrong with The Mangle earlier. I didn't know why he wanted me to at the time, but... jeez...", she trailed off.

"Well?", Fritz asked. "What happened?"

"It's like it came to life!", Barbara exclaimed, waving her arms a little. "Like, immediately after I switched it on, one of its eyes lit up and it looked like it was tryin' to move around! It even started moving its jaws when it looked at me! Nobody told me that the thing could move on its own in the first place!"

Fritz almost facepalmed. That was a bit outlandish. Normally, he would've told Barbara to shut up and get to work, but... The things that've happened in these past few days forced him to at least consider the truthfulness of her story. The Mangle in particular had been acting the oddest of them all, to put it lightly. Where the rest of the Toys seemed almost bent on removing any 'predators' from the premises, The Mangle seemed especially fervent in that endeavor...

He didn't even understand why it was left activated in the first place...

"Well that's... worrisome," he simply replied. Mack, on the other hand, stared at Barbara for a moment, absolutely bewildered by her story.

"I'd better prioritize that...", the mechanic then trailed off as he refocused on the bear in front of him. He worked at a notably quicker pace than before.

Then, things were left mostly quiet as Fritz stood in the middle of the room. Barbara continued to sit in her seat, watching Mack as he worked. She occasionally took a sip of her shake, basically waiting for her shift to begin at this point. Fritz, however, began to grow rather nervous. Between the recent murders, the Toys' sudden change in behavior, the building's temporary lockdown, and what Barbara had just told him, he had a feeling, just an inkling of a feeling that something terrible was going to eventually happen.

Just then, the bells above the entrance rang once again as someone else entered. He walked slowly and tiredly, as if he had just worked a long shift the night prior. It could've been but one man.

Jeremy.

"Hey guys...", the man said in a half-mumble as he traversed the room, making his way to one of the tables.

"U-Uh, hey Jeremy," Fritz said. "Are you alright? ...What're you doing here?"

"Fazburg put Jeremy on the day shift," Mack answered for the man. "Said we needed some extra security 'cause of our little problem."

"Pretty much...", Jeremy replied as he sat down at Barbara's table. "He had that guy on the phone relay the message to me last night. Imagine my reaction upon realizing that I had to work a double shift," he said, resting his elbow on the table.

"I'm... gonna say it was pretty bad," Barbara guessed before taking another sip of her shake. Jeremy simply nodded.

"W-Well, wha'd'you have to do exactly, Jeremy?", Fritz asked as he approached the table. "Nothing too difficult, right? Just gotta stand around and watch the crowd?"

"Pretty much...", the man droned. "Some kid's havin' a party today..."

"Well..." Fritz began. "I gotta work this shift too. The least I can do is stand next to you and make sure you don't nod off," he said.

"Yeah, I guess," Jeremy replied. Though his voice betrayed him, he was actually quite thankful for the help. With Fritz's assistance, maybe this'll all just go by like a blur.

It didn't.

"...And, well, that's how that went," Fritz said. "All of you can guess as to how the rest of the day went. The... 'event' happened, the place closed down, I was laid off. I sort'a jumped from job to job over the next few years 'till that new restaurant opened up. Thanks to my past experiences, I was rehired, workedthere for a few years, and tonight they sent me back here to just 'check up on things'. And surprise surprise, I run into this display," Fritz said, taking a moment to get a good look at the four before him. While he wasn't scared like before, he still found himself just the slightest bit agitated. He just couldn't believe it. Some guy, some random guy, had reactivated the Toys and brought them here. That was something he did not see coming.

Speaking of things that weren't expected, Scott and the Toys didn't expect the man's story to have so much to do with the pizzeria's. Fritz was there when 'it' happened. In fact, he was the guy who was trying to keep it from happening!

In fact, they all found their moods seriously dropping as Fritz told his story. Between Fritz's description of the Toys' general issues, the murders, and even Barbara's description of The Mangle, they were reminded of what gotten them here in the first place.

This was quite the bombshell...

"A-And your name is?", Scott finally asked.

"Fritz," he replied. "I ain't giving you my last name, so there. Now, can I please leave? I've stayed here long enough, and I didn't exactly have plans to recall the worst day of my life tonight," he said. He didn't intend to sound so mean, but he was really reaching the end of his rope at this point. He felt like he had stayed here far too long.

"U-Uhh, s-sure..." Scott said. He wanted to say something else to the technician, but he wasn't sure exactly what. "Do you want me to, uh, show you the door?"

"No, I don't think I'll need help walking," Fritz replied dryly. "You four have a good night. And the fifth, whenever it wakes up."

Chica was dumbfounded. Of all the things she expected to hear, that... wasn't on the list.

Good grief.

She suddenly flinched, instinctively took a step back as she heard one of the chairs being pushed away from the table. She nervously waited as she heard footsteps coming closer and closer.

Fritz soon emerged from the party room, barely glancing at Chica as he increased his pace. She watched as he quickly walked down the hall before turning the corner and heading out of sight.

She turned back around, once again looking at the doorway just adjacent to her. She didn't hear much from the room, just some mumbling. She wondered what they were talking about, and she hoped that they had a few more answers to her now-mounting questions.

"H-Hey, guys!", she greeted, finally stepping into view. The four in the room quickly shifted their attentions to the chick, looking rather worried.

"Oh, hi, Chica!", Bonnie spoke first.

"H-How are you, hun?", Foxy asked.

"A-Ah, Chica, you woke up just in time!", Freddy said. "W-We've just had a little... talk with our guest, and... And now he's leaving! I-Isn't that interesting?"

"O-Oh, hey! P-Popcorn...", Scott remarked halfheartedly. "C-Cool."

Chica frowned. This wasn't good. Everyone seemed rather tired and bummed out – the opposite of what they were earlier that night. She set the popcorn and soda down on the table before standing in front of the four. She opened her mouth, preparing for a speech.

"Come on, guys," she began sternly. "L-Look, I heard... pretty much everything that was said in here. And... Well, I don't know what to think about that right now, but here's the point! We can't just sit here and mope around like this! We can't let every little reminder of days gone by ruin our moods! S-So, c'mon! Get up! Let's continue what we've been doing before all of this happened, huh? I-I even got some soda for you, Scott!", she said, picking up the can and showing the man.

To her dismay, nobody responded.

This wasn't good. Chica didn't like seeing her friends this way. Why did that guy, Fritz, have to come here in the first place?

...Well, she knew why, but still!

If he hadn't showed his face around here, none of this would've happened!

"Chica...", Freddy began. "While you have a point, I-I think we just need some... time to get over this."

"Y-Yeah!", Bonnie agreed. "I-I know I'm usually happy, since I love being happy, but... I think I'm gonna take a minute to process this. I-If y'don't mind..."

Chica sighed.

"You too?", she asked, looking at Scott and Foxy.

Scott looked away slightly, frowning.

"L-Listen, hun, I-I think we all want to be on board with what you're trying to say, but... C-Could you give us a few moments to settle down? J-Just to let us get back on track," she said with a partly-forced smile. Chica, however, frowned even more, feeling her own mood begin to sink.

"F-Fine," she reluctantly said, looking down slightly. "I hope you enjoy the food, Scott. If you need me, I'll be... Somewhere," she said before setting down the soda can once again before turning and slowly leaving.

Fritz shook his head as he exited the pizzeria, taking in the fresh night air. He wondered how long he had been cooped up in that building. Was it an hour, or possibly more? He didn't know. He just wanted to leave. He'll think about it in the morning.

He grumbled as he opened his car's door and stepped inside. The nerve of them, too, to stalk him, knock him out, then tell him to relay his story. The nerve.

Then, he sighed. Whatever. At least it was over now. He placed his key in the ignition and prepared to start the vehicle, but then...

He heard something.

Fritz heard the sound of another vehicle nearby. He turned in his seat before the interior of his car was filled with light for a moment. He watched as a van quickly drove through the parking lot, past his car, and disappeared behind the building. He sat there in surprise, wondering what that could've been about.

After a moment, he stepped out of his car and snuck along the building. He had to see what was going on. Who was driving the van? Who would come to an abandoned- semi-abandoned building in the dead of night anyway? He had to find out.

And soon, he did.

He saw the van, parked behind the building. Two people were stepping out the back of it, clad in black outfits and masks.

"So this is the place, huh?", one of them asked. He was a lanky man with a cigarette sticking from his mouth.

"Yeah, yeah, boss! This is the place, Vinny, this is the place!", another replied. Unlike the first, he was rather large.

"I know it's the place, Joel," the first one, Vinny, quickly retorted. "It was a rhetorical question."

"A rhetori... wha?", Joel asked.

"Oh, fuggeddaboutit. Do you at least remember why we're here?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah! We're gonna spray-paint the outside!"

"Aaaand?"

"And we're gonna mess up the inside real good!"

"And why're we doing this?", Vinny asked, getting an odd sort of enjoyment from asking these questions.

"Because... Because, uh..."

"Because it's what we do!", a third, agitated voice exclaimed from inside the van. Whoever it was, she didn't seem all too pleased by the incessant questioning of the first two individuals. "Because we're a group dedicated to messin' up buildings that we think deserve it, we've let this one go untouched for far too long, blah-blah-blah Now, are you two done playing Twenty Questions?"

There was a bit of silence before one of them spoke up.

"...Yeah, well...", Vinny began. "Just get ready, Margaret. You too, Joel. We'll spray up the outside o' this place, then work our way in doors. Shouldn't take more than a few minutes. Got that?"

"Mhrm."

"Yuhuh!"

Fritz gulped. They were gonna tear this place to shreds! As much as he was disinclined to meet those robots and the man inside, it would be wrong not to warn them about this. Fritz slowly backed away from the scene. Then, when he was sure he was out of earshot...

He ran.

A/N: Whoo, what a big chapter this is! I didn't mean for it to get quite this long, but aeh. Stuff happens! (In fact, it was going to be longer...) It's also kinda the reason for why it's taken me so long to upload this thing! Also, forgive me if any parts of this chapter seem a little rushed/off to ya', especially towards the middle and end. I'm not particularly skilled in writing these sorts of situations...

Anyway, do ya'll like the new cover? I made it after realizing that the old one was a little bland... You can check out the full res version on my dA! The link's in my profile!

Also, expect a new chapter of A New Adventure soonish! Not sure when, but just keep a look out!

Until Next Time!