Week of the Dead

Night 1- Toy Turmoil

A certain toy bear knew something bad was going to happen. He didn't want to admit it, but he could feel it in every fiber and circuit of his bear shaped body. Earlier that day he had hear the employees say some very disturbing news; both Liam and Cordelia had been fired. Toy Freddy wanted to dig a hole and hide in it. The night was going to be a violent one, and he knew it.

All of the people had left, and the clock would soon strike 12. All of the animatronics could have moved around sooner, but none moved a muscle. The caramel colored bear could see the feelings in the faces of his band mates. The bunny's ears were curled low near his face, and his big green eyes laid half lidded and shallowed with a heavy fog of sadness while his mouth formed a non-characteristic straightline expression. The chicken also looked distraught. Her cupcake was held much lower, and her bright blue eyes were downcast.

The chimes sounded, and he heard her quietly mumble, "I wonder why they would just fire them like that and even ban them."

The popping of animatronic joints could be heard as Toy Bonnie tightened the fist he was making and practically growled before Toy Chica lightly hugged him. Toy Freddy placed a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to help calm him. It had no such effect.

In an instant, the bunny broke down in the comfort his friends. Oil like tears began to slowly cover his face and his hands while he tried to cover his eyes. Soft sobs exited his mouth. He looked so broken while having no parts out of place or wires a skew. The blue bunny was a broken toy.

"It will be okay," the chicken tried to soothe him.

"Why do I feel this way?" he questioned out loud to neither of them in particularly.

"It hurts when you lose someone you really like, Bon," Mangle said as she entered the room and pulled his blue hands into her pink and white ones.

"But it doesn't even hurt," he cried as he tried to pull his hands back to hide his face. He was embarrassed for crying in front of them, but after seeing how they only cared for how he was feeling, let them stare at him and his tear streaked face. "It feels like all my motors have been turned off, and all the electricity has left my circuits, but I'm still running. I feel hollow inside."

Toy Freddy looked down his blue friend. "That's because she was not just a game like you had planned her to be originally." The bunny's eyes looked like all his sadness was going to pour from them and flood the pizzeria at that statement.

The bunny had only wanted to kill her then he simply wanted to keep her for himself. When their game started, he was unsure of his feelings. Now he would never ever admit them. If she wasn't coming back, it didn't matter if she was just a toy to him or something more.

All of his animatronic friends let go of him but stayed close as he let go of the tension that held his body. He had no clue he had even tensed at all. Now he was calming himself and the feeling of malice burned in him to replace the emptiness of loss. All of his circuits and programs pointed to do one thing. Go to the room with noise and people. Make sure everyone is in the appropriate party wear. Everyone knew that the new guard would not be.

"So who is up for a little f-fun," he asked the other toys as he looked up with wide eyes and tiny pupils.

All of them looked reluctant for only a minute before they decided it would be best to do this to try and cheer up their friend. It also helped that their programming was roaring in each of their heads to do exactly what the bunny wanted to do.

"Well what are we waiting for," Toy Chica questioned. Her eyes were now blacked out with only small pinpricks of white. Her beak was also gone revealing her teeth. "Let's go!"

With that, they dispersed.

The guard was being lazy and had all but ignored the phone guy's message of warning. The only thing he did actually do was keep the music box wound up. Every other moment, his eyes were focused on a game on his phone. He was too fixated on making sure he didn't run out of power on his phone game to notice the animatronics that had approached him.

After he ran out of power on the game and lost, he jumped slightly and huffed at the phone before grabbing the tablet to wind the music box. Not once did he even think of checking the hall or vents. A fatal mistake was made because of this.

When he put the tablet down he was met by a smiling bear with blacked out eyes. "Holy fuck!" he screamed as he shoved the rolly chair back and it slammed against the wall.

From his left he was grabbed by strong yellow arms. More colorful words loudly exited his mouth as he watched Toy Freddy get closer, and the blue bunny exit the vent. "You are not in the proper Freddy Fazbear attire."

"No worries though," Toy Chica cheered while the guard tried to struggle. "We have a suit prepared just for you."

"No thanks," he yelled as he somehow managed to wiggled out of her grasp. The bear and bunny made no move to stop him when he tried to dart out in the hall. The bunny just laughed, and Toy Freddy couldn't help but crack a smile at his friend's laughter.

The guard disappeared into the shadows of the hall. The three animatronic all heard the sound of a loud crunch accompanied by a long pained cry. The guard now rushed unthinkingly back to the office with a huge chunk missing from his shoulder. He looked as though he was a cake, and someone decided to have a small taste.

Franticly he put the Freddy mask on and sunk into the corner of the room. Mangle walked in with red glistening brightly on her muzzle and sharp teeth; she received a proud pat on the head from her blue brother figure. "Nice job," he cued before directing his attention to the bloodied and horrified guard, "You figured out a little too late. I think…" Toy Bonnie paused and walked closer. "It's time to die."

Night 2- Never Gets Old

When the mayor came in the next morning, he was disgusted but not very surprised to have a horrible mess to clean up. Toy Freddy had blood all over his hands. Toy Bonnie looked more red than blue. Chica was covered in red splatter like it was fun party glitter, and Mangle had a chunks of flesh in her teeth.

He was dismayed and almost threw up several times as he cleaned them up. He had to get it done before anyone else could get to work. He was fairly happy to see the older animatronics and the puppet had not been part of the night's events. Vincent had locked them in the parts and service room when he locked everything else, and for some reason hooked the box shut and laid several things on top of it. The manager wasn't exactly pleased to move it all, but it was less gore for him to see.

The day only got worse for him though. A light bulb was not working in the boy's restroom, and the problem wasn't the bulb since it had been replaced many times. Balloon Boy wasn't talking; he didn't know if that was even good or bad. He also noticed that Toy Bonnie had a glitch in his voice.

He tried to get one of the mechanics to work on it. They fixed nothing. Balloon Boy wasn't saying anything. The bathroom was dimmer than normal still. The worst thing was that they made the blue bunny's voice even worse. He would be happy to have Liam back, and until then he had to simply deal with the problems.

He locked up earlier that night and could feel the sharp glares from the toys on him and was almost positive they were shifting around before he made it out of the door. He could feel eyes burning into the back of his neck but ignored it. The stressed man left the newest night guard to fend for himself again the rabid toys, and he had, unlike Vincent, not locked up the older models; although, he did re-rig the music box not to open.

He didn't lock the old mascots up because he figured if he let them stay out the toys would get less bloody. He really didn't want to clean them up again.

After he swiftly exited, the toys were already moving around. The chicken and bear were going to speak to their blue friend but found that he had already bounded off of stage to another location. They decided to let him work through it alone that night as he sometimes worked things through best on his own. He, however, was not going for alone time.

The blue bunny stopped in front of the parts and service room's door. He grinned in an odd insane yet sorrowful way and ripped the door open to show the glow of the older mascots' eyes as they activated.

"G-good morning," he said shortly and mockingly before he was knock to the ground by a rather enraged fox.

Foxy's yellow eyes were glaring harshly at Toy Bonnie who now was sitting up on the floor and grinning at him with little regard to the fact he'd been slammed to the floor. The angry pirate held his hook up threateningly and shouted, "Why did ye lock us up, ye blue git."

A laugh verbalized passed his buck teeth. The older animatronics eyed him warily as it sound much more metallic than it should have. "I did n-not lock you guys up. The purple guy did."

Foxy watched him with a slowly dying fury. He normally would be a bit harsher and question the blue bunny more, but he was thrown off by the younger animatronics static filled voice and how his ears were spazzing out with glitches.

"Are you okay?" Bonnie asked with cautious worry.

"NO!" he replied loudly as he slammed his foot on the ground and a sparks lit and scattered inside him. He gripped his head and his expression downturned from his creepy attitude to upset. "They are gone. They are gone. She is g-g-gone. They t-t-took her away."

"What are you talking about?" Chica spoke softly as she slowly walked over to the overemotional toy.

"Y-y-y-you guys don't understand," he shook his head rapidly. "The stupid com-m-mpany fired Cordelia and that boy. They are gone banded fore-e-ever. We w-will nev-"

He was cut off by a clawed hand brushing over his face. In a second his was out on the floor. Behind him stood the rest of the toy, minus Balloon Boy, and the Marionette. They all looked worried, and the puppet was starting to wrap strings around the blue toys to move him.

Before the older animatronics could say anything, Toy Freddy started apologizing, "I am deeply sorry to you. He is not doing well with the fact our friends were fired. We did not mean to disturb you in any way."

"Wait!" Bonnie said urgently. "Why would they be fired?"

"We don't know," the puppet replied and let his silver eyes stare into those of the now panicked ones of the older animatronics. "We just know he banned them to even be here. Don't expect them to back, but please stay clam about this or as calm as you can. As you can see Bon is not doing well. If you glitch, the mechanics just screw you up more. You all have been warned. I'll be leaving to try and fix him the best I can since the humans only made him worse."

Without letting anyone get a word in he took off with bunny wrapped in strings, and the other toys followed close behind leaving the older mascots to themselves. The all were in shock. Freddy's face was blank. Chica looked like she could cry but was resisting it. Foxy ears were lowered and his hook held low as he started to pace. Bonnie looked heartbroken; his red eyes look empty. They had again lost friends.

They all were silent and trying to stay calm. They didn't want their functions to cease and be tampered with like Toy Bonnie's had. They all just sat before Freddy rose from where he sat on the wall. His feet echoed as he stared to walk blankly forward.

"Come on," he said lowly. Chica and Foxy nodded and started out the door. Freddy's blue gaze made its way to the purple bunny who was still standing perfectly still with a blank expression.

"Are you going to come, Bonnie? We can kill to keep this off of our mind. We will just do what we did to keep the pain off our mind that we did before we met the boy. It will be okay."

The bunny stood and walked out slowly with no words. His form was stiff as if he was trying his best to contain his emotion, but his red downcast eyes seemed so hollow and showed none of the deep rooted pain that was coursing thickly through his circuits.

Freddy sighed deeply as he watched his friend exit. It broken his heart to see his friends this way after finally being fixed and getting to see the children again. He hated it. Tonight was going to be as gory as he could make; that he would make sure of. The management would know that they had made a very poor decision.

A blood curdling scream ripped from the manager throat as he walked in. On the main stage, he saw the older models rather than the toys. They looked worse than the toys had the day before. All of them had red saturated into fabric fur. All four sets of eyes looked cold and full of hate, and all of their mouths were held into creepy fake cheerful expressions.

His dark eyes looked closer and was positive that he saw fingers poking out between Foxy's sharp teeth. Chica had an unidentified bloody blob on her plate instead of a cupcake, and instead of a mic Freddy held up white bone glossed in crimson with chunks of muscle clinging to it.

The manager couldn't even take a closer look at Bonnie as he was already running to the bathroom to empty the contents of his stomach. The man did not make it, however, because he tripped on something.

His gaze shifted around from his lying place on the floor as his hand held it place over his mouth. What he saw made him lose all of his breakfast. He had found the rest of the body ripped to shreds and only half stuffed in the suit. He could see the night guard's dead eyes staring at him emptily.

Freddy hoped this show got their feelings across or an encore might be necessary.