Mr. Davidson was staring at the document in his hand before looking to the officer in front of him. He was quite stern looking had rather strange ears. The lobes of them went down to an exaggerated length and were currently touching the floor. Even if the man stood up, the lobes would still be touching the ground.
"You're serious about this?"
"Deadly so, sir."
"But Freddy-."
"The state of-." Just as the officer said the name of the state, the sound of smashing plates covered it up. "-has agreed that Freddy Francisco Fazbear-."
"He's been renamed Freddy Fucking Fazbear now," Mr. Davidson corrected.
"-Is to stand trial for these charges. He's also being ordered to change his name back to Freddy Francisco Fazbear. The current name is too vulgar and if he refuses, we'll be changing his name to something else whether he likes it or not. So anything to say before I leave, sir?"
Mr. Davidson frowned and mentally looked through the guide book of what to do if the law got involved, and you couldn't hire an assassin.
"… I don't suppose being promised having food here for free for a year would make this go away?"
"Why the hell would I eat here?" the long ear lobbed officer sneered. "For god's sake, Freddy himself was goddamn twerking on the stage!"
"Damn it, not again!"
Mr. Davidson stood up and stormed out of his office towards the dining room. Freddy was on stage, butt pointed towards the audience as he twerked and slapped his metal butt cheeks with both his hands as he laughed. The smell of alcohol was stronger on him than usual. Bonnie and Chica stood on either side of him awkwardly. Bonnie held his hands up to cover his eyes, too scared to look at the audience while Chica looked like she was trying to make herself disappear. The audience themselves looked caught between horror, disturbed and just plain uncertainty on how to react.
"FREDDY! What did we say about twerking during work?!" Mr. Davidson yelled as he stormed onto the stage.
"I'm giving the audience what they want, caviar lover!" Freddy snapped, still continuing his twerking skills.
Springtrap peered through the door of Parts and Services and looked at Freddy in confusion. He had yet to know what twerking was, so he was confusing the 'dance' Freddy was doing for something else.
"Freddy do the bunny-tail wiggle wrong," Springtrap said simply. "BonBon EXPERT at bunny-tail wiggle! Maybe BonBon show him!"
So Springtrap let himself out of the room while Mr. Davidson and Freddy were still arguing and twerking.
"Freddy, just get off the stage! You're drunk! Just give the microphone to Foxy!"
Foxy's head shot out of his curtains, an excited look on his face.
"Wait, I mean Chica."
Foxy whined like a dog and pulled his head back behind his cove's curtains.
"No way!" Freddy declared hotly. "Over my dead robo-body!"
"Daddy?" a little girl tugged on her daddy's sleeve. "Can I go to those twerking lessons at school?"
"Hell no!" the girl's father shot up and glared at Freddy. "You fiend! You've corrupted my daughter!"
"THE TWERK SHALL WORK!"
"Hey, there's a yellow bunny Frankenstein monster trying to twerk!" a little boy squealed as he pointed to Springtrap on stage next to Freddy. Swaying his hips a little while making his little bob tail move up and down.
"The bunny-tail wiggle!" Springtrap declared proudly. He giggle before Freddy stood up straight and shove Springtrap off the stage.
"Freddy!" Chica shrieked.
"He was stealing my attention!"
"Freddy, PLEASE," Mr. Davidson said in exasperation. "There's something I have to talk to you about, and it's important.
"Ugh, fine!" Freddy rolled his eyes before grinning to the audience. "Back in five folks! Springtrap, get back to your room."
Springtrap was about to respond when he noticed the little boy from earlier holding a pizza slice, out to him.
"Want some mister bunny?"
Springtrap giggled and accepted the pizza slice before he began nibbling on it like a rabbit on carrots or a mouse with a cracker.
Meanwhile, the stage curtains closed leaving Freddy, Bonnie and Chica alone with Mr. Davidson.
"So what do you want?" Freddy demanded. Mr. Davidson held out a page to him and Freddy took it. "What's this?"
"It's a subpoena," Mr. Davidson said flatly.
"A what now?"
"It means you have to go to court," Chica explained to Freddy, an annoyed expression on her face. What the hell did Freddy do this time. Said bear looked absolutely livid.
"COURT?! What for?!"
"You drinking in public for one," Mr. Davidson answered. "Then there's also the public indecency."
"WHAT?!"
"Twerking in this establishment is considered public indecency. Haven't you heard the new law?"
"Whoever made such a law should be taken to court!" Freddy declared, his face full of wrath. Who the hell thought they could stop his twerking? Whoever they were, they would pay. Oh, how they would pay.
"Yes, yes," Mr. Davidson waved off. "But onto more important matters, there's also the accusation of you being racist towards night guards and possibly humans in general."
"WHAT?!" Chica's jaw dropped, unable to believe what she had just heard. "You must be joking!"
"No, that's what it says in the paper," Mr. Davidson replied. "Also, Freddy is being ordered to change his name back from Freddy Fucking Fazbear to Freddy Franciso Fazbear on the threat of changing it to something else. I think one of the names they mentioned possibly changing it to were Franny Frowncake and Debbie Dower."
Freddy scowled at the names but reluctantly nodded.
"Fine. I'll change my middle name back to Franciso. But I WILL fight these other charges! And then we'll fight whoever decided to try and take twerking away from me! How am I supposed to bring twerking to the Olympics if I can't practice in front of an audience?!"
"Forget about the damned twerking for one minute!" Chica couldn't believe how childish Freddy was being. "This is serious!"
"Yeah, some dumbasses are trying to put false charges on me!"
"Ar-are you sure?" Bonnie asked with a frown. "I-I mean… Some of those things mentioned on the document… They do sound like stuff you've done in the past…"
"NO ONE ASKED FOR YOUR DAMN OPINION, BONNIE!" Freddy yelled at the poor purple rabbit. Bonnie whimpered at Freddy's yelling and backed away as he clutch to his guitar.
"Anyway, I know I'll win against those selfish bastards because I have these two by my side, as well as Foxy, BB and Virgin Mari."
Meanwhile, with Marionette…
"Here's your present, little girl," Marionette said happily as he handed a wrapped yellow present to a little girl who giggled when he patted her head.
"Thank you!" she chirped before skipping away.
"Enjoy your gi-AGH!"
The Marionette suddenly clutched his head and started shaking all over. He didn't know why, but one word ran throughout his head repeatedly.
Virgin Mari.
Virgin Mari.
Virgin Mari.
It was happening a lot lately. Sometimes he would just randomly start shaking and hearing those two dreadful words feeling him with nothing but cold, cold misery.
It reminded him of his childhood days in puppet primary school in Switzerland (which was followed by puppet secondary school in Belgium) when Pinocchio mocked the Marionette and declared that he would die a virgin, while Pinocchio's magic nose could be appreciated by all the ladies and men.
"I… I won't die a virgin," Marionette whimpered as his oily tears ran down his face before he crumbled into a ball on the floor of his box and whimpered. "I won't die a virgin. I won't die a virgin. I won't die a virgin. I'm not the Virgin Mari. I won't die a virgin. I won't die a virgin…"
Back to Freddy and co…
"And of course there's the guards," Freddy said cheerfully. "We'll have Lizzy and Phil by our side. We could even get some of the old guards too! Like Mike, and Fitz, and Jeremy-."
"I think Jeremy would be a hazard to Foxy," Chica tried to point out, but Freddy paid her no attention.
"They'll be more than happy to help us out, surely!" Freddy sounded very confident and smug with himself. "It'll be like old times!"
"I… I don't think the guards will see it the way you do," Mr. Davidson said tentatively.
"Nonsense!" Freddy scoffed. "Why wouldn't they try to help me? After all we've been through?"
"That's kind of the point," Chica said to him. "What they've been through with you is exactly why they wouldn't side with you."
"Like what?"
"Attempted murder."
"What? Sorry, can't hear you," Freddy said, pretending to be deaf. Chica groaned and rubbed her face. Why couldn't she have made for entertainment in London? Or Paris? Or Las Vegas?
"So, when's the hearing?" Bonnie asked, shyly.
"According to this…" Mr. Davidson looked at the subpoena. "Next chapter."
"What?" Bonnie frowned.
"I said sometime later this month."
"I don't think that's what you said," Bonnie said, looking a bit doubtful.
"No, it says it right here," Mr. Davidson held up the paper.
"But-."
"Not now Bonnie. Freddy, go get your suit and try it on to see if it still fits. You may as well look decent at the hearing."
"Fine," said Freddy as he rolled his eyes like a moody teenager and wandered off to Parts and Services. Springtrap was still outside so Freddy had the room to himself for the time being as he looked for his suit.
"Now where is that thing?" Freddy mumbled as he looked through boxes and boxes of stuff. "Let's see… Wrench, no… Batteries, no… the actual Majora's Mask, no… Ah, here's that suit!" Freddy said cheerfully as he pulled out his misty grey suit. "Just what I-."
"Hey, Freddy~."
Freddy dropped the suit and started whimpering before turning around. Behind him with a massive grin was his golden and black eyed (with white dot pupils) doppelganger with the most massive grin on his golden bear face.
"How's my little nephew~?"
"Fi-fi-fine, Uncle Goldie,"Freddy replied with a nervous smile.
"So I heard you're going to court?" Goldie chuckled and shook his head. "I've been tried twelve times, and they still can't do shit about me."
Freddy gave a nervous chuckle and quietly picked up his suit.
"Hehe, you sure show them, uncle."
"Damn straight," Goldie agreed with a firm nod.
"s-so how was your trip to Disney Land?" Freddy asked, glancing around for a way out.
"It was great. Ariel blew a kiss to me during the parade, so I ran out to jump on the float and claim her as my bride," Goldie said fondly before frowning. "But then she slapped me when I picked her up and smacked her fish ass, so I spun around and through her towards the castle. I think she was clinging to the roof when security forced me out. But I also managed to scare some kids on the haunted house ride. Then I stole an actor's Micky Mouse head and showed it to some other kids after putting ketchup on it and said I ripped his head off. It was hi-larious."
"Good to know you had great time, uncle," said Freddy as he walked around Golden Freddy. "I should probably leave you be."
"Good call," Goldie said ominously. "But first, do we have any new night guards?"
"… Now that you mention it…"
That night, Lizzy sat in her office. She was leaning back in her swivel chair, arms folded behind her back and security hat tilted down to cover her eyes. She looked peacefully asleep, and no animatronic would dare disturb her rest. Not unless they want Lizzy to rip their heads off.
Golden Freddy smirked to himself as he appeared slumped on Lizzy's desk. He would so scare the heck out of that guard.
… Once she woke up.
"… Psst… Psssst… Pssssssst." Golden Freddy frowned when he saw she wasn't waking up so he tried something else.
"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE GROWN UP BRAT!"
Lizzy snorted and nearly fell out of her seat waking up. Calming down and seeing Golden Freddy, she furrowed her brows in confussion.
"Freddy, that you? Your new colour looks gaudy and pretentious."
"I… What?" Golden Freddy frowned and looked down at himself. He didn't look… Wait, what was he getting worried about?
"FOOL!" Golden Freddy said loudly with a devious smirk. "I, am THE Golden Freddy. Uncle to Freddy Fazbear."
"He's your nephew?"
"Yes."
"He sucks and he's a dick."
"I already know that," Golden Freddy scoffed. It was kinda obvious. "But I am here to end YOU, and continue making everyone here my bitch!"
Lizzy stared at Golden Freddy impassively, and actually looked bored. Golden Freddy's smirk was forced on now because he didn't want to give any indication of not having expected Lizzy's reaction.
"… You don't know who I am, do you?" Lizzy said calmly. "Well here's some news for you, you golden shower stained bear. I'm Lizzy Parker, and everyone in this building now is MY bitch. And you're just another bitch to be."
Golden Freddy broke into a loud cackle.
"Y-you think you can make me your bitch?!" he asked in between laughing. "God, you must be high or something because that is NOT going to be happening anytime-."
Back in the dining room, Freddy was writing out his reasons that he should not be prosecuted at one of the tables, and reading them out to the other seated animatronics who were all obviously bored. Except the Marionette. He was rocking back and forth in his seat and saying how he 'wasn't the Virgin Mari' and that he 'wasn't going to die a virgin'.
"… Reason number 70; I'm better than everyone in the courtroom."
"You've said that THREE TIMES already!" Foxy said in exasperation and Chica rubbed her forehead.
BANG!
All animatronics looked in the direction of the east hallway. Lying on the ground, covered in blue flames and rolling back and forth to put them out was Golden Freddy.
"AGGGGGHHHHHH!" he yelled. "SOMEONE DO SOMETHING!"
"EVERYONE'S OFFICIALLY MY BITCH!" Lizzy cackled loudly from her office.
"Mother of Sweeney," Freddy rasped, dropping the pages he was holding. "Not even Uncle Goldie can stop her. We're… We're doomed."
"Uncle Goldie BonBon's brother?"
"GOLDEN FREDDY ISN'T YOUR BROTHER!" Freddy yelled at Springtrap. He began to softly cry against Bonnie because of how Freddy raised his voice at him.
"STOP MAKING HIM CRY!" Chica yelled at Freddy. Freddy winced in response. Why couldn't he get Chica to like him? What did he do wrong? Bonnie meanwhile looked to Golden Freddy as he continued rolling back and forth as the flames covered his body. As much as he was scared of Golden Freddy, he still felt a bit sorry for him.
"Shouldn't we put the fire out on him?"