On the last day of my one week's notice, I got a phone call. It wasn't overly important, nor was it very big of a deal.

But of course it made me exited, the cleanup crew at Fazbear's had packaged up all the old spare parts, and suit pieces, and now they wanted me to come puck them up, and my new anamatronics. Of course this meant. "Chica, and Foxey, whom both a which would get cleaned up, and fully repaired tonight. I didn't spend all of this morning reading the Fazbear Anamatronics Manual Vol2 for nothing you know. I loaded up in my old red pickup truck, and pulled out of my driveway. Thinking back on it now, I'm suprised I survived the first five nights at that god awful restaurant.

The first night was by far the worst. No one ever told me the Anamatronics were allowed to roam around, at least not at the beginning. "This is gonna be a peice of cake!" I had said. Oh how very wrong I was.

The first bit of creepy shit came, at around twelve o' clock. I had just kicked my feet up, and started to relax, I didn't really pay much attention to the moniter for the first half of that night. I really should have.

Bonnie came out first, I just looked up, and thought I saw something moving on the dark hallway, when I flicked on my flashlight I was pretty disturbed to see the faceless old Bonnie standing in the doorway. I didn't even hesitate to call my boss, who told me it was all completley normal, and explained the Freddy head, and the music box, which I quickly wound up, then threw on the Freddy mask, and hoped like hell it would go away.

When it finnaly left I didn't get a break, the newer Bonnie decided it was time to shine, and crawled it's happy ass out of the air vent to my right. Most of the night went on like this, until about five in the morning.

That's when Freddy came out.

And it wasn't even the new one! It was the older ratty one, even at my desk I could smerk the stench of rot coming off him. He just stood at the end of the hallway, staring at me with those black eyes, just before six I could have swore it spoke.

"It was me."

And then the lights clicked back on, and the damned thing was gone, like he was never even there. Of course the smell lingered for a while.

My truck rolled into the Freddy's parking lot, engine rumbling to a stop. When I got out, and walked into the doors, a few workers were folding up tables, and cleaning floors. I just walked past them to the two large boxes.

The first was marked with big bold letters; Fox.

The second said: Spare parts.

I noticed Chica wasn't here, but finding her would be easy, I was more worried about Mangle, who wasn't in it's corner. Maybe someone bought it? I shook my head, ignoring the missing robot, and went backstage. It was here I found Chica, posed as if she was onstage, with that funny little cupcake in hand. When I approched her I instantly noticed how her eyes followed me, she may not have been able to roam around, but at least she was coherent.

I gave her a small wave. "Afternoon Chica!"

She blinked, as close to a greeting as she could give. I smiled at her. "I've got a suprise for you, and Foxy today. Now hold still."

She rolled her eyes on the last part, but gave a startled noise when I pit my arms around her waiste and picked her up, thankfully Chica was one of the lighter models, I would have hated to move her original version. As I carried her out to my truck, she became wide eyed when we walked outside, I was certain she had never seen this sight before. It was part of my job to keep them inside after all. I sat Chica beside the passenger door, turning her back to face me. Pulling down the feathers around her neck, I pushed the little lever there from 'Lock' to 'Unlock', and let her fall limp in my arms. Again that cute noise of suprise left her.

Very gently, and careful not to put my hand anywere inappropriate on her rappidly warming body, I maneuvered her into the passednger seat, and clipped the seatbelt around her.

A look of fear came I to her eyes as I began to walk away. "Everythings fine Chica, trust me." I reassured, a smile on my lips. Today just seems like a good day for some reason!

I went back inside, getting some help from a few of the men I loaded the two boxes into the back, one of which had a hook wave at me from inside when the other men walked away. Of course I strapped the boxes down, using some heavy rope, then loaded myself beside Chica, and started up the truck. Chica visably jumped when the noise began, but she quickly relaxed as she stared out the window like a child looking into a candy store. It made me chuckle, how easily she was amazed. Most of the drive was in silence, until I was bout four blocks from home.

I saw Chica turn to fave me out of the cor 'Er of my eyes, but I didn't pay it much mind until she spoke again.

"D, Didn't L-leave me." It was bareley a whisper.

A smile grew on my lips. "Of course not! I promised, and mother always taught me, never break a promise. Especially to a nice girl like you."

My face flushed red when I rattled that off, were had that come from? When I glanced over at Chica her face was noticably redder than mine, guess she doesn't get compliments often.

The look of awe on the two anamatronics faces when I let them into the house had to be the highlight of my day, switching them to a more permanent free roam mode had been easy, keeping them from curiusly looking at everything, well I couldn't stop them if I tried. As I watched Foxy run wild around my house, dashing from room to room, I decided it was about time I fixed him up. So I went back out, and dragged that heavy ass box inside, who knew spare parts could weigh so much?

Now let me explain something, I prided myself on one thing the whole time I worked the night shift, never once did I scream, weather it was out of fear it would get me killed faster, or just because I didn't I don't know. But I know for sure I screamed when fucking Mangle fell out of the box along with a tangle of other parts. It nealry gave me a heart attack. Regardless, I moved the heap of twisted metal aside, and began setting out all the Foxy suit peices I would need to replace. Now I just needed to get Foxy to hold still.

While I worked on Foxy, memories of my second night came to mind. It almost seemed darker that night, like something foul had settled in the old Pizzeria for a day. Whatever caused it, I didn't have time to think about, I was too busy wearing that damn Freddy head. Funny part is, it was only Chica standing in the hall, trying to figure out what I liked. Didn't help much that the others just wanted me dead. I guess I was slightly less scared that night, seeing as I already knew what would happen every night. I'm proud to say I didn't panic, not even when Freddy showed up at the end of the night again, he didn't talk that time. He just stood there staring at me.

Again I had to shake the dark thoughts from my mind as I replaced the last of Foxy's suit. Once the leg peice was attached, and he was mobile again, I think he was quite pleased. Considering he didn't try to hide anymore. As soon as I finished with him, I replaced Chica's beak, needless to say, she looks terrifying without it, anyway, after that I took a look at Mangle, or at least, the parts of it that didn't get tore up by kids.

I could tell it was supposed to be a fox, and I knew I had the rest of its prices, but building an anamatronic is a lot harder than fixing one.

I tried anyway, with mixed results. When the white fox's neck moved it clicked a lot, and it was still missing an arm, which I couldn't find the pin for. But on the bright side, I did learn what Mangle's real name is! And I also learned she's a female, thanks to the word Vixen printed on her shoulder peice. She was a lot like Foxy, but bright white, with a more female build, kinda like Chica. A few splashes of pink were Foxy was white, and a nice pink skirt, striped stockings, and a bra-like blouse really made her look a bit like a pirate wench. Thankfully whatever programming she had survived being disassembled yet again, as when she woke up, her face lit up at the sight of Foxy, and me. I let those two run loose, while I took a break on the couch. Poor little Chica, she looked so lost sitting next to me, most of her day was ussually spent singing.

I clicked on my old TV, channels surfing a bit, while Chica twildled her thumbs. I glanced at her, noticing how she seemed to have something on her mind.

"Whats bothering you Chica?" I asked, a bit of concern in my voice.

She looked at me, those magenta eyes making my heart stutter, but that was probbably just because I needed to take deeper breaths right? Right?

"Is C-Chica Reeeal." She asked, her artifical voice box hitching. I really needed to find a way to fix that.

A small frown played on my lips. I didn't really have an answer to that, shure she was more alive now than she was before, but she was still an automaton.

"I don't know Chica, but as far as I'm concerned you're real enough to me."

She smiled at me. "Thank, you-u." She said, wrapping me in a hug, she was still pleasntly warm. Funny how a month ago I was terrified of her.

It was Sunday now, and I decides to go to the auction for the Freddy's building, of course when I got there I thought I had the wrong address. That or I missed the auction completely, which would have pissed me off too, considering I spent half an hour convincing the gang to stay home, and not follow me.

Of course Chica still followed me but oh well. She was waiting in the truck right now, while I see how the auction went.

"Hey!" I called to the man sitting on the stage, it was Mr. Burhns, how strange.

He smiled back at me. "Hello my boy, how are you, and Chica doing?"

I sat next to him on the stage, my smaller frame dwarfed by his larger one. "Oh not bad, just looking for a new job, caring for three high end machines is a bit of a financial deathtrap."

His grin widened. "Ah so Vixey did get out. Hmm I was wondering where she got off too."

I frowned slightly. "So, did I miss the auction or what?"

He shook his head, all of the mirth in his eyes gone. "No, no. It seems that the Pizzeria just wasn't as atractive as I thought. I only got one buyer, and he wanted the whole place for five hundred dollars. Now that I think about it, I should have taken that offer."

We both sat in silence for awhile, thinking about what we had said, the pizzeria itself wasn't a bad place, it was just a poorly executed idea, with a heap of bad luck thrown in.

"Hey, meet in the Freddy's parking lot tomorrow, I think I have a solution to both our problems." I said, jumping off the stage and running outside. Another cold chill ran down my spine, and I knew without looking Mr. Burhns was gone.

Once outside I jumped into my truck, waking Chica, whose head was resting against the window. It was strange how they did that, never needing to be plugged in or anything, they just...fell asleep sometimes, but never once did I have to plug one of them in.

"Wake up Chica, were going to the park!"

I had a crazy plan, one that might just make me look crazy, but if it worked. It might make me rich, and as well.

I gave Chica a small grinn. "How do you feel about singing again?"

I don't think I've ever seen a smile like that on her face.

Authors note: Just so you all know, this entire story is written from a smart phone, so errors, and issues may ensue.

Also this story has gotten more possitive feedback than all my others, it will live on!