Now we move on to 1987 - a little bit of FNaF2 and The Bite (which happened before FNaF2 in this version of the story).

Part the Third: Bites and Night Jobs

It's four years later. The boy who was bitten four years ago is long dead. The purple guard was caught, but never brought to justice. He vanished before his trial.

The scene is Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The time is 8:30 PM; long past the normal operating hours, but a few teenagers still mill around, breaking the Rules of Safety without care. Two animatronics argue silently, occasionally letting out a roar or growl. None of the teenagers speak their language, so none know what this growling is about.

They are two of the dead children. Foxy and Freddy glare at each other with something that could only be called "friendly hate". They've been friends since they found themselves in this predicament of not being able to remember who they were or why they're animatronics, and they're arguing for the first time in….well, forever.

Foxy lets out a sigh. "You can't just let her push ya around." He's the more sensible one, and the one you call in an emergency, as long as that emergency doesn't involve wounds.

Freddy holds up his (very large) paws. "Listen, you don't argue with the girl with a deadly guitar, ok? She was about to kill me!" He's the one who's terrible in any situation that can even be vaguely called an emergency. Kid stuck in a vent? He panics. Anything at all stuck in a vent? Even more panic. Random things falling from the sky? That hasn't ever happened, but you can bet he's panicking.

"She was not about to kill you. She was nowhere near killing you."

"Shut up. What do you know? You weren't there!"

"I know plenty!" Foxy stomps his foot. He's frustrated, angry, and kind of tired of this fight. What is the point of arguing with him? He's as stubborn as a mule.

Freddy shakes his head. "No, you don't." He's thinking the same thing, and suddenly a solution comes to him. "Why don't we settle this with a fencing match?"

They're both good at fencing, so Foxy agrees. They take their places, and both shout "En garde!"

They lunge at each other with sticks, growling.

An hour later, they're still at it. Very few of the teenagers who were there at 8:30 are still there, but the few who are are watching the fight. Foxy looks at Freddy, feeling more tired than ever. "Final blow?"

"Final blow."

A hook raises. A jaw is unhinged….sorta. They fly towards each other, and completely miss. Foxy winds up embedded in the wall, and Freddy ends up with a rather unfortunate teenager caught in his teeth. "Foxy? Help."

"I'm stuck too, pal. Can't help ya." Foxy attempts to free his hook from the wall. Unfortunately, it went through one wall and got stuck in the next, so all he succeeded in doing was getting it more stuck. "Ya might try calling Bonnie over."

"But she's still mad at me!"

"If ya don't, we're both stuck for who knows how long!"

Freddy disagrees with that notion. "I'm sure we can get free eventually…."

Foxy lets out a sigh. "You're impossible." He twists himself so that he's semi-facing Bonnie, who's still up on the stage. "BONNIE! Get over here!"

Bonnie tromps over. "You called?" She takes in the scene with a raised eyebrow. "How, exactly, did you get yourselves in this situation?" Foxy shrugs, not really having an answer. Freddy's the one who answers. "Fencing."

"How many times have I told you not to fence by the children?" This question is directed towards Freddy, who looks like if he wasn't a machine, he'd be crying. He shrugs helplessly. "I dunno, twenty, maybe?"

"Two hundred and fifty-nine. And look what's happened now!" Bonnie swipes at him, and he dodges, dragging the teenager with him. "I told you this would happen! And Foxy, you got stuck in the wall!"

"Walls. I got stuck in the walls." He corrects her without even looking, avoiding every semblance of being in this conversation.

"STILL. You should know better!" She shakes her head. "If that poor kid dies, this place'll probably get shut down. We don't have anywhere to go if that happens! We'll probably die here!"

"We can't die." Foxy's still not looking at her. "I think the fact that we're here, we're alive, proves that."

"How do you know?"

"I can just feel it." He sighs. "Like this - not this precise thing, but something like it - happened before. We'll be fine. We're fine now, aren't we?"

Bonnie looks at him strangely. "What the heck do you mean by that? Freddy's never bitten someone."

"I….I just feel it. I've never been wrong before, right?" Bonnie gives Foxy a disbelieving look, and shakes her head, deciding not to argue anymore. She turns to Freddy. "Don't bite down, no matter what."

A loud bang from the kitchen startles them, and all of them jump. There's a shriek and a crunch. The whole "don't bite down" thing evidently didn't go well for either Foxy or Freddy, and the teenager lies on the ground, staring at the ceiling. Someone calls 911, and Bonnie slaps Freddy. "I told you not to bite down!"

Foxy looks at Bonnie imploringly, his jaw now as stuck as his hook. "Mmph."

The restaurant is being shut down for a while. Chica's the one who hears the news and passes it on. "The place is being shut down. Something something health department something something near death something something animatronics. I couldn't actually hear all that well, probably because they decided to shut the door on me."

Foxy rolled his eyes. "And were you hovering by the door like you usually do?"

"Shut up. Anyway, I did manage to get some info before they did that. The whole shutdown thing stems from an animatronic biting someone. Specifically, Freddy bit a teenager." She glares at him, and he shrugs sheepishly. "Foxy and I were having an argument, and we started fencing. Bonnie already chewed us out about it."

"Oh, and that makes it all better. You two never think."

"We think plenty!" Chica and Freddy start arguing, their words increasing in volume until it becomes almost painful to passerby, who avoid the animatronics like the plague. Foxy and Bonnie share a look that said, fairly clearly, These two.

The next week, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria is closed. It's the middle of July.

A few months later, a new and revamped version is opened in a different spot. An ad is put out for a night shift security guard, and a certain Jeremiah Fitzgerald takes the job. He doesn't suspect that the new and "improved" animatronics are alive.

Of course, nobody ever expected that the old ones were, either.