Chapter 9: Plushies, Murder and Meetings

Disclaimer: I don't own FNAF. In this chapter, Josh gets a new job, another kid is killed by the Purple Guy and the animatronics have a very eventful meeting. Don't forget to review, and enjoy!

I lay in my present, listening to the stampeding feet of the children, waiting for someone to notice the new sign above my present. Just when I start wondering where these kids' curiosity is, the lid opens and a girl peeps in. I poked my head out. Taking a split second look at the bold letters behind me ( FREE PRESENTS FOR ANYONE WHO OPENS THIS PRESENT! ) I turn to the girl.

"Hello!" I say. "Would you like a present?"

"Yes please," the girl says shyly. "A Chica one please," she adds after she sees my animatronic plushies.

"What's your name?" I ask kindly, getting out a pen.

"Georgie," she says, so I tie a label around the neck, write "for Georgie" on it and give it to her.

"Thank you!" She says, smiling. She then runs off to tell her friends about the magic puppet that gives gifts. I look up at the stage. I notice that toy Foxy isn't there! I look around and soon, my eyes find a wide open door full of kids and a white fox giving them food; I guess they needed an animatronic to cater to the kids, not the teens and the adults. Well, I think, toy Foxy will definitely fit in there! I turn around and do a double-take. A massive had line formed in front of my present, full of children wanting plushies from the puppet. Someone actually called me the "master of all puppets" then "the amazing puppet master" then just "the puppet master", and that stuck. I was having the best day of my life; it was like I had a thousand friends! Suddenly my eyes sought out a golden bear with a purple bow tie and hat.

"Uh oh," I murmur as I watch Fredbear lead a happy child backstage...

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"What's the agenda?" Freddy asks. I had called an animatronic meeting.

"Hopefully why we stay in this tiny room doing nothing all day," Foxy mutters. "I liked doing the show."

"We need to discuss the Purple Guy that keeps killing children for no reason." I say, pointedly ignoring Foxy.

"Has he struck again?!" Bonnie asked.

"Yes," I say. "He led another innocent child to the safe room today."

Everyone looked at the floor, trying to hide their grief.

"He dressed up in the old Fredbear suit and told the child he was programmed to give out cake." I continued.

"He did that to us," Bonnie commented, still very interested in the floor.

"Don't worry," I say. "One day we will get our revenge."

"How?" Foxy asks, looking up.

"I don't know," I confess. "It has to be clever, painful and, most of all, it has to not fail."

We were all lost in thought.

"Wait, I have a different agenda," Freddy says. "I heard someone talking about us getting a security guard at night."

Everyone looks up sharply.

"Does that mean we can't play games?" Chica asks fearfully.

Everyone is looking at me now.

"Well," I start. "If he stays in the office the whole time, he won't be a problem."

"What if the guard is the purple guy?" Bonnie said excitedly. Everyone turned to him and was about to protest when he carried on. "No, wait... If the guard is Purple Guy, why don't we attack him in his office?"

"He'll be disguised though, won't he?" Foxy asks.

"We could just attack him anyway?" Freddy suggests.

"That's a good plan," I say. This agenda had changed rapidly since the start, and I was eager to call it off; this was a hard topic to talk about. "Think about the fate of Purple Guy though; we will compare each other's plans next meeting,"

They all nod, then Chica suggests Hide and Seek. Thankful, I get up, the weight of one more dead child on my mind.