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I'm lazy. Thus, this probably came a lot later than the first five chapters. This deals with the arrival of Mangle, Marionette and Balloon Boy at the older location and a little bit of FNAFSL.
Also, Davis. Davis is an OC and bears no importance here except a passing mention because restaurants need managers.
By the way, I in no way own any of the places mentioned by Bonnie, except Farla Pizza. By the way, not to spoil things for the rest of the story, but I have something in mind for it….ahahaha….
Part the Sixth: Old and New
A truck pulls to a stop in front of an old, run-down restaurant with a sign that reads "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria". A few workers climb out, hauling a total of three boxes behind them and acting like they're the heaviest things in the world. Of course, they're only doing this on a Saturday because it means they get overtime, so they're probably just stalling.
It only takes a few minutes to drag the boxes and unpack them, and then the workers are off again. They have a day off to enjoy and an overtime paycheck to collect.
Meanwhile, inside the building, three boxes suddenly and randomly open.
They pop the top off their box quickly, doing the same to Balloon Boy's and Mangle's. After a few seconds, the other two animatronics reactivate, looking around and seeming just as confused as they are. Balloon Boy speaks first. "Where are we?"
There's a thumping sound from the hall, and then a very confused, slightly worn-down blue-purple rabbit walks in. "Who the heck are you?"
Balloon Boy waves, slightly slower than normal due to being slightly overstimulated. "I'm Balloon Boy! Everyone calls me BB."
"Mangle." Mangle, predictably, is ignoring the fact that there's a perfectly good floor and is hanging off the ceiling, right above a shelf full of dusty animatronic heads. "I do not have a nickname. Nor am I friends with these two, though I am….acquaintances with Balloon Boy."
Lastly, Marionette waves, the movement just as slow and vaguely ghost-like as the rest of his movements. "I am the Marionette. Just call me Sam." Mangle gives him an odd look, and he shrugs. "It's not exactly what everyone calls me, but I like it."
The rabbit absorbs this information. "Well, alright then. I'm Bonnie. Where'd you come from? I don't remember seeing you around…."
Balloon Boy shares a look with them, and the smaller animatronic moves over to their box and sits by them, still holding onto his small balloon, although the sign had been lost somewhere in between the states of New York and Pennsylvania. Mangle hovers over them like a strange, disfigured angel, her voice echoing like it always does. "We came from the newer location. Did you not hear of it? It was shut down."
"Totally not my fault at all, by the way." Balloon Boy puffs out his (pretty much non-existent, as it was as round as the rest of him) chest. Bonnie nods. "Yup, sounds like Freddy's. What for? This one was shut down because Freddy bit a kid."
Marionette answers this one. "We were shut down due to a night guard complaining that we were trying to catch him. If he had been in his costume, we would not have tried to catch him. The next guard was wise."
"Huh." Bonnie nods again. "Say, was there ever a guy who wore purple there? I'm, um, asking for a friend." The three newer animatronics look at each other, and they find themselves thinking of the one that stole a costume. Toy Bonnie hadn't been quite right in the head for a few hours after that, and by the time he was right again, it was too late. We should have caught him, but we did not. Something broke in all of us, and we hunted our friend instead…."Yes."
"Wait, seriously? What happened?" Bonnie seems upset. They regret telling her, and resolve to keep their mouth shut. Balloon Boy glances from them to Mangle uncomfortably, and they both nod. He turns back. "Uh, we went a little….wacko. He hit me with something that messed up my circuits, Sam went a little wild on the whole 'unwind the music box' thing, and Mangle….well, suffice to say she sorta knew him? From a while back? It wasn't pretty, specially cause Tony went a little wacky in the head too."
"Sorta knew him?" Bonnie stares at Mangle suspiciously. "How so?"
Mangle flips onto the shelf of empty heads effortlessly. "Simple. He killed me. I tried to pay him back. It failed, and I nearly killed the only night guard I will ever trust."
Bonnie considers this before frowning. "Wait….Chica overheard that you guys had advanced facial recognition. What happened to that? How'd he get passed it? And who's Tony?"
"The suit." They speak up again. "There was a golden rabbit suit in the back. He used it for….evil purposes, and to get passed the recognition. Then he messed with the main brain, the thing that keeps our systems running correctly. I tried to stop him, but….well, Balloon Boy summed it up rather nicely." Should I tell her who Tony is? After all….the Toys are replacements….the Withered ones didn't take it very well the first time.
He doesn't have time to decide, however, because Balloon Boy blurts it out. "Tony's just a nickname. His real name's Toy Bonnie." There's a few moments of silence, and then Bonnie frowns again. "Just how many clones of us is the Purple One going to make?! I mean, we spawned from the Fredbear's here - here is New Jersey, by the way - which got shut down because some kid and his friends shoved his brother into the mouth of an animatronic - actually, I think it was the purple one's kid! Wonder if he got jammed into an animatronic….
"And then there were a few chains, like Circus Baby's, which is still operating, and, obviously, yours, plus there was the one that got shut down cause some guy murdered some toddlers...I think that one was in a place called Utah.
"Uh, there was the one that got shut down because of hygienic reasons, Chica said they were gonna use those ones for spare parts cause Davis, the manager here, wouldn't let them use us…one got shut down cause a guy murdered some kids and got arrested, but the robots were acting odd, and then the Fredbear stored there got out and went crazy.
"One was burned to the ground by an arsonist, there was a Fredbear's - also in Utah - that was shut down cause the owner's son got kidnapped…uh, there was one in some place called Framingham that was shut down because some girl got really sick from the food and her dad sued the company.
"There's like fifty locations that are called some variation of Fredbear's or Circus Baby's, there's still a couple Candy's standing, though a lot of them got shut down after the whole Mad Cow disease thing, there's a Popgoes somewhere out in Michigan, Jolibee's is still running pretty well….
"I think there was a branch called Farla's Pizza, but it got shut down for the same reason as most of them: unhygienic, and I think in the third location, a guy murdered some parents and their kids. And then there's the whole branch based off some wild story a guy named Toby Fax or something like that told the purple one. At least, I think they're still running. They go under the name of the Spaghetti Palace, though I think a lot of people think of it as Papyrus's Spaghetti Palace."
Bonnie pauses to take a breath. "And finally, there's the one in Redbury. That's the only one that's still running and also has the Freddy's name on it. Pretty sure it's because the robots regularly escape the restaurant and help the police. They have a pretty good reputation."
After a few moments of silence, Marionette raises their eyebrow. "That is a lot of locations. The Purple One - or the purple guy, as Fritz dubbed him - really owns all of those?"
"Not yet. He's still the Vice President. But he has enough power to do that, plus the CEO is so much of an idiot that if you put a piece of paper and tell him to sign on that line because that's the autograph line, he'll do it." Bonnie snickers. "Anyway, with so many shut down, and the arrival of you guys, I'm betting they're either reopening this one or razing it to the ground. After all, yours was one of the biggest money-makers, with the one in Redbury being the biggest of all. Everyone wants to meet the famous sentient robots that help the police."
"Of course they do." Marionette sighs. "Humans…." Irony is, I am the child. The one shoved into the maw of an animatronic. And I'm still terrified of these things. I'm terrified of myself, for god's sake….
A few more moments of silence, this one more awkward than the last. Finally, Mangle breaks the silence. "What are we going to do now?"
Everyone in the room looked at each other. They were all thinking the same thing.
What are we going to do now?
A few years later, in 1989, a young man known as Michael Afton enters a warehouse used to store the rental animatronics of Circus Baby's for the first time since his sister had gone missing in there. Nothing will prepare him for what is to come.
The animatronics there will have their Happiest Day….no matter what it takes.