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A Wild Toy Chica appears! What will you do?

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Caution! Fredrick being an adorable derp in this one.

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Be ?

Your eyes open though it doesn't make much difference the darkness is all around you, it's always there. Your body hurts as it always does but you can't move so you just lay there listening to the monitors attached to you beep steadily making the only noise here to pierce the silence. Perhaps you'll just go back to sleep there's nobody here for you anymore. You close your eyes again and smile soft as you're greeted by blue eyes, beautiful honey locks, and a smile that could light the world.

One Month Later

Be Bernard

The clock goes off as it does every morning. Six bangs signal that it's ok for you to leave your living space. So you do, this morning is no different from any other after all. You dress swiftly and silently as to not disturb your room mate and quickly leave the room. You open the trap door and slip out as quietly as you can your red bass strapped securely to your back. The week of mornings has been quiet since Mark left for collage but he still comes at night for a little while to record new footage so you shake off the quiet, he'll be here tomorrow night. You look about everyone is in their proper spots well almost everyone. You cock your head when you notice that Fredrick's suit has moved. The toys don't move at night so he must have been moved by someone at some point this morning. It had to have been recently like really recently as it's only 6:15. He's on the main stage instead of his little side stage on its right side. In his place stands a smaller suit. A toy version of Chica in a pink skirt and white shirt broadcasting the words "Let's Party" in bold black letters. What the hell?

You raise an eyebrow at it and make your way closer. She's taken up her position behind Fredrick's keyboard which now even sports a little cupcake mascot. You wonder why she's here but with a shrug you leave it be you get up early to rock after all not ask questions. Your bass is practically your life well and Fredrick. The thought of him makes you blush but you quickly shake it off and hop off the stage heading for the security room. Goldie took the vent caps off there's no need for them when all the whitecoats think that Mark is still working here every night all night so you can once again shimmy into the one Chica occupies on occasion at night. You, unlike everyone else, understand why the suits like these vents. They're just the right size. They're tight enough to be cozy but wide enough to not be cramped plus you get to sit right in the warmth in the winter and right in the cool in the summer its perfect.

The chord you start with rings against the metal but this early and far from the stage nobody will notice so you keep going playing through the songs you'll be playing with Bonnie tomorrow for the kids. Your eyes close in content as your fingers fly across the strings from memory. Soon you won't be playing with Bonnie as much. Soon the toddler area will open up, Jeremy calls it The Toy Box, and Fredrick and you will be playing shows in there for the smaller kids. Your suits are newer, still old but only half as old as Bonnie, Freddy, Foxy, Chica, and Goldie and are, therefore, much more durable. So it's best that you two are the ones to play for them as they are less likely to cause your suits damage. You don't mind honestly you have a super soft spot in your heart for the really little kids. They look to you with more wonder than the older kids who are starting to figure out you're not actually a dapper blue rabbit playing music. Well, not a fully furred, four legged one anyway. The smaller kids though. Its magic to them and the looks in their eyes bring you almost as much joy as your songs bring them. You love being the source of that happiness and you've always loved the spotlight what can you say you live to entertain. To some you might even come off as somewhat vein. But you beg to differ you just love it when all eyes are on you but you only need one pair on you. As long as he keeps looking at you with wonder in his blue eyes you don't care about the rest. The world could burn around you and as long as he still looked to you and smiled you wouldn't be able to care less.

Voices outside pull you out of your music and blue eyed bear induced trance and half way out of the vent.

"He always plays in the morning. Once you're living with the others down below though you won't be able to hear it. Unless you follow him of course."

Jeremy's voice is hushed as if to not disturb you but your ears are huge and pick up everything in this place. Who is he talking to?

"He plays really good I always really liked him, and his fur is such a pretty blue."

A little girl? You blush a little she thinks your fur is pretty...meaning if she saw you now she'd think your hair was pretty? They're the same color after all. You wonder if Fredrick thinks your hair is pretty it makes you blush harder ears coming down as your hands come up both to cover your face bashfully despite being the only one in this little vent. You shake it off and return to the matter at hand. A little girl? The Toy Chica maybe? She sounds young, like really young, like maybe half your age and that's generous young. You shimmy the rest of the way out of the vent falling a little less than gracefully onto the security room floor. You bolt to your feet looking around making sure nobody saw that giving a breath of relief when you see you're still alone. You poke your head out the door but the two are already gone leaving the place empty once more. With a shrug you forget about it climbing back into the vent to play the morning away.

Hours in the Future but Not Many

Be Foxy

"God damn you!"

You proceed to chuck one of your tools you swear its like this suit doesn't want to be fixed. You sit back on your heels and glare at the mess of parts, white, and pink nursing your now bruised hand. Its been two months, you've been working on this ONE suit for two months, and you can't even get the mouth to stop snapping shut on your fingers when you try to work on the jaw. Guess it doesn't help that you wanna take minimal help from Goldie. You just really wanna fix this stupid thing by yourself but you're starting to think that may just be your pride talking. Goldie and you do repairs together all the time, though you'll admit he does most of it, so Fritz can better focus on the building. Don't want this one to go to shit like the last one almost did. Goldie's kind of been your teacher with these things it'd be nice to show him you actually retain his teachings.

"Are you having a hard time, Foxy? Perhaps we can assist?"

You jump out of your skin at the sound of Spring behind you and turn to see him perched on Goldie's shoulder who looks somewhat dazed or maybe he's spacing he's been doing that a lot lately. Its really starting to worry Freddy and Bonnie as well as the rest of you but mostly them as he apparently hasn't been as cuddly as he usually is as of late. His stare is vacant trained on the back wall, perhaps it would be good for him to work on Mangle with you. Pride be damned he needs a project to bring him back and not whatever one he works on in the back room on his free time that he's been so secretive about.

"You know what, yeah I really am. Think you can help me out, Goldie? I swear this suit doesn't want me to fix it," he doesn't seem to register you're talking to him.

"Goldie," he seems to come back at the sound of his tech mate looking from him to you with confusion in his eyes.

"What?"

You chuckle if it weren't so worrying you would all out laugh but this is starting to get really weird even for him.

"I asked if you could help me out. I don't think Mangle wants me to fix him."

"Oh sure yeah that sounds nice."

He joins you on the floor next to the mess of parts and you notice his hands are black. Absolutely covered in grease from whatever his other project is. Of course that's what he was doing all morning. Bonnie came to you this morning full of worry saying he wasn't in bed with them asking you for help finding him. After Freddy's disappearance everyone is on edge when someone can't be found. The older Fazbear showed up a few moments later carrying him. He was asleep, his face was tear stained and Freddy explained that he found him curled up on the floor of the back room but you didn't notice his hands at the time. You wonder what is so important back there and if it showed up right after the teeth incident with Freddy since that's when his odd behavior started up.

"This is why you can't get the mouth to stop snapping."

His voice drags you back and he's securing something to the corner of the jaw that you must have missed. He pulls his hand out of the fox's mouth and messes with it nodding satisfied when it eases shut instead of snapping shut like it kept doing to you.

"Man, I feel kind of dumb now."

You scratch the back of your neck with your flesh hand, you made the mistake of doing that with your metal one once and only once. But really how did you miss that part?

"Don't, its a small part. Easily overlooked. The older suits don't have it since their jaws were never designed to be able to open and close as drastically as the toys, swear these buggers could chomp your head off, and let's face it we're always working on those ones we almost never work on the toys. They don't usually need it. Frankly we could really use actual costumes instead of having to modify these old things...robots covered in costumes are not the same as just costumes might even save some grief...where on this green and blue planet is his other arm?"

"Still looking for it honestly. Think it's in the parts box somewhere. Kids did a number on this one when it was still in service."

He nods and goes to the shelf pulling an enormous box off the top rack like it weighs nothing bringing it back to where you sit and practically diving into it in search of the arm. You both search for a good hour just in this one box and by the time you emerge from it you're both a mess of black grease and stray tufts of faux fur but you have the arm and thankfully its in good condition just needs to be cleaned. But the whole thing needs that so you're not worried you just pull the mechanical structure out as carefully as possible and proceed to sew it onto the torso. You actually did manage to get that gutted, resewn, redyed, and shaped with foam in two months you're just having issues putting the endoskeleton back together as its a mess with not a one thing in the right place. You'll give that job to him he loves playing with his welder.

Its been a few hours but you both continue to work in relative silence save for the piano music Goldie plays over Spring's speakers and the soft hum of the welder where it sits next to the almost finished torso. Its comfortable though and you think you can see him slowly coming back to you maybe, just maybe. He hums along softly with the sad sounding song playing as he continues disconnecting now unnecessary mechanical pieces from one of the suit's legs replacing the metals with cut out pieces of couch foam to make the look of actual canine legs while still allowing Mangle to move as if it weren't there. It's a nice touch that he added to all of the suits, besides the birds of course, in the last month to give them a more animal feel and less of a school mascot one. You work on one of the mesh eyes opting to go with gold like yours instead the deep red of Mangle's real eyes as to not freak the kids. It takes more work than you'd like to admit to get the animatronic eyes out of their places, cut the holes a bit bigger, and replace them with the cartoony mesh ones but with Goldie's help you damn near have the blasted thing completely done in a matter of hours. He hands you the now empty and reshaped legs so you can connect them to the suit before flipping his mask back down and returning to welding the endoskeleton for its night display.

You mess with the airbrush next to you painting the feet and calves of the now finished legs their appropriate pink color to match the hands and Mangle's own features that will stick out of the suit as the original idea of pirate boots doesn't work well with the modification to the legs Goldie did. But he only did it to all the suits so they'd match yours. The boots you always put on your suit lost their soles they fell right off and Mangle thought it would be more cost effective to scrap the pants and boots of your suit and take on a Disney kind of feel with the costuming. You liked the idea but it looked funny on human like legs so Goldie modified it to give you canine legs then did the same to everyone else claiming everyone should match. He even gave Bonnie and Bernard bigger feet like actual rabbits and modified Chica's arms to look like wings. He's pretty awesome with these things. You know he didn't mean his earlier remark about replacing them. Despite them wanting to kill everyone at night and being a pain in the ass to repair he has a soft spot for them probably because his suit is the reason he's even alive. You smile at your work, he just needs to dry the rest of the way then you can connect the legs. You head backstage to the costume closet you all have back there for some reason pulling out a long piece of violet fabric plus some other odds and ends that you need and your button box before heading back to the service room. You think they only get cranky at night cuz they feel a bit out of style and disrespected so you've started making all new costumes for them. Mangle's suit will be dressed just like him minus his pants and boots of course, violet coat, magenta vest, pale pink button up done all the way up and his red ribbon around his neck. But you will be adding a black eye patch flipped up like yours and a parrot companion that will house the tech mate Goldie finished for him. She's long since done sitting next to the white suit with a flap in her head opened waiting for the tech mate. Her name is Cali fashioned after one of the Chica prototypes that lived next to Mangle in the Institution before he was moved here with you guys, successful but not exact just like you all. Cali was terminated after a test on her eyes left her blind.

You try not to cry as you continue to sew. You didn't even know her yet her unjustified death leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

"Alright, the endoskeleton is done."

Goldie takes off his mask wiping sweat from his brow leaving a black streak across his forehead that almost makes you chuckle. There's not much more for him to do with this then.

"Well, then the costuming is all that's left of this mess well and attaching the legs but sewing is my department."

You smile at him and he nods standing up and picking Spring up with the utmost care. You've never seen anyone handle a machine the way he handles that little cube. He returns him to his shoulder giving you a wave and making his way out. You sigh and set back to work humming 'Pirate's Life For Me' to yourself.

Be Fredrick

What. Is. This. You tend to be the calmer of the young ones here but you don't really appreciate others taking over your keyboard. The hell! It even has a bright pink cupcake resting on it. You stare at the new suit almost like its done you wrong in some way pinching the bridge of your nose and giving a sigh. Breathe, there's a reason and surly its not that you suck that bad at keyboard. She's cute you'll admit all ruffles and sky blue eyes not as cute as Bernard but cute. You wonder if someone is moving in then. You all work and live together one big ass family and its only this family that runs this place. Your ear twitches in you slight irritation but you brush it off and decide to just leave it be hoping off the stage in search of your brothers instead of worrying over it. Maybe they can give you a straight answer. Goldie emerges from the service room only to head straight for the back room without so much as a glance your way so you decide it might be best to find Freddy instead though you really wonder what's up with him lately. You turn on your heel curiosity getting the better of you and follow after him opening the door as carefully as you can and tip toeing inside. You hide behind a few things, this room always was really cluttered, and watch as he pulls a cover off of...a Bonnie suit? No not Bonnie its yellow and kind of...ragged. No scratch that its practically destroyed that suit has definitely seen way better days, but it looks like he's trying to fix it. You back off when you hear him sniffle hiding his face in his hands as he sits on the floor next to the slouched suit. You leave him be closing the door softly almost guiltily as you hear his soft sobs of 'I'm sorry.'

You don't see him after that and you can't find it in you to look for him. You can't even find it in you to stay irritated at the new toy suit taking your place. In fact you're not sure why you were ever mad about it now you have a full team for when you move to The Toy Box. You just sit with Bernard listening as he plays debating weather or not you have the guts to lean over and rest your aching head in his welcoming looking lap. His green eyes are closed as he plays a song you've heard a million times yet whenever it comes from him you don't mind it for it always sounds lovely when played by his hands. You let your eyes drift over him like you usually do when he's in his zone like this letting them memorize the shades of blue that compliment his fair skin so well. Eventually they come to rest on his hands calloused from hours of working the strings, nails perfectly kept even painted a soft pale blue you bet he thought nobody would notice. But you did. It makes sense really his older brother paints his a very obvious black and doesn't give two shits what anyone else may say about it. Best part is nobody does. It started as a joke, apparently Chica just did it one day and he liked it end of story. Bernard looks up to him so he picked up the habit since he too liked the way his hands looked when dotted with color. Mangle says guys don't tend to paint their nails on the outside, not that he truly cares, and really who should care its not like you guys go anywhere anyway and its not hurting anyone. You think the color suits him. Your eyes trace back up to his face and shit you've been caught. His bright greens blink at you in confusion and your face lights up.

"Are you ok, Fredrick? You look a little sick."

He bites his lip a nervous habit you've long since noticed and oh lord please stop looking so adorable this crush you have is hard enough to deal with without all that. He reaches out to you and oh boy you're doomed. His knuckles brush your forehead making your face heat up even more.

"I-I'm good, Ber. R-Really I am."

He doesn't look like he's completely buying it.

"You sure? You're really warm and you keep spacing on me."

Shit, make something up you fool!

"Y-Yeah I'm sure I'm just...tired...yeah tired really tired and lost in thought about that keyboard snatcher."

God that was weak but it seemed to work. Yes, turn his attention elsewhere! Look Ber, ooo shiny! Please take the bait!

"Yeah I don't get that either, none of the security trio have been here today to ask and nobody else seems to know where she came from either."

Nailed it. You nod with him noting the furrow in his brow. He only gets that when he's thinking.

"Well, I don't mind really now we have a full team for the box it'll make things easier and the little girls will love her."

He makes a face of discontent he likes attention and doesn't like to share his spotlight with much of anyone much less someone he doesn't know. He sighs as you just continue to smile at him.

"If you're good with her then so am I."

You nod to him smiling wider and the discontent melts away as he goes back to his music slowly getting back his easy smile.

"You look so beautiful when you play."

The music stops abruptly with an off tune chord and his head whips to you face inventing new shades of red. You cock your head...what? Something on your face?...Wait...Shit you said that out loud!

"I-I umm errr crap umm."

Oh that's intelligible Fredrick! You're shaking now and your face has to be as red as his with how hot it just got in here.

"F-Fredrick? W-what did you say?"

He knows damn well what you just said you almost get pissed too but then you see a small twinkle of what looks like hope in those greens and shit guess the cat's out of the bag now. You bite your lip now still shaking while you rake your brain for what to do. But it's blank you have no idea what to do so you go with instinct leaning forward and letting your lips brush over his for a split second. His breath hitches and you chicken out leaping up and darting for the security room punching the button to the door letting it come down with a slam.

Be Bonnie

You jump at the sound of the security door slamming shut. Freddy does too his arms tightening around you as his eyes dart about the area.

"Shh, Freddy it was just the security door. No idea what the kids are doing but they mean no harm. They're just playing its ok darling we're safe."

You pet the back of one of his hands where it rests on your stomach stirring the noodles you're working on for the stir fry Chica and you are making with your free hand.

"Why don't you go check, Freddy. Go see for yourself."

Chica smiles at the two of you and, with some hesitation, he nods to her releasing you to go see what's up. You sigh watching as he leaves eyebrows going up when he has to jump to the side to avoid running into an all but sprinting Bernard on his way.

"Ber? What's wrong?"

You try to fuss over him, his face is flaming and he looks like he might cry, but he runs right by you diving into Chica's night time vent.

"No time gotta go bye!"

What the fuck? You shake your head but reluctantly leave it be listening to him crawl through banging on the metal with every move.

"None of them are acting right today, Chica. I bet that was Fredrick that locked himself in the security room based on how Bernard tore through here, he's been acting off today probably the new suit...he never was confident, sweet, patient yes confident in his own work though not a chance, hope he doesn't think he was preforming badly and was replaced or anything...Freddy's on edge flinching at every sound, he's been tailing me all day couldn't even shower alone not that I mind just wish he'd tell me what's wrong he looks so scared today, and Goldie...well I haven't seen him all day. Foxy says he worked with him this morning but he was distant and quiet more so than normal and playing depressing piano music. Piano, Chica, that's his 'the world is an awful place and I don't want to be a part of it' music! I'm worried about them..."

She hugs you carefully giving your back a light pat.

"They'll be ok, Bon. They're just all having a bad day...at the same time...but I'm sure its nothing don't worry so much you'll give yourself an ulcer."

She releases you with a soft punch to the arm that gets a soft laugh out of you before turning back to her vegetables, beef, and chicken in the wok as your ears pick up the soft chime of the front door.

"Better grab more plates sounds like Jeremy, Mike, and Fritz are here."

"I'm thankful for your ears."

She laughs fetching more plates and setting them on the pile while you strain the noodles and toss them into her wok. She flips it around a bit before putting it all in a large bowl. You grab the bowl from her as it's a bit heavier and you're a gent and leave the kitchen with her.

"Aw there you two are. Where are Bernard and Fredrick they might want to meet their new fellow toy."

She doesn't need introducing. You all have seen plenty of pictures of the girl in front of you from the only family she has. Freddy looks like he's gonna be sick, Foxy looks like he's gonna cry, even Mangle's eyebrows are raised in surprise and his mouth is in a thin line, he looks like he's gonna murder. Her honey curls are short and frame her face perfectly, a bright smile on her lips, and eyes the color of sky sparkle despite her obvious new modification. White wings flutter on her back as she looks to you all with wonder. Her pink dress is hand sewn covered in front by a simple white apron with a bear head in the lower corner and the pink bow in her hair is complete with a felt Freddy head pin in its center. She hugs her Freddy plush close, her favorite you remember, and you almost drop the food. Next to you Chica does drop the plates, thankfully they're plastic.

"Well, everyone meet Toy Chica real name, Angel. She'll be your newest family member."