There is a bit of more graphic gore near the end of Night 4. Fair warning.

Week of the Dead (Part 2)

Night 3 Ladies Night

The manager was extremely tempted to call back his two 'fired works.' The only problem was that company regulations actually had a line in their rules on that a person cannot be fired and rehired in any less of a time span than 5 days. He was angry at himself for not thinking of how the animatronics would react. He knew he could try to talk to them, but the manager thought it was only possible to communicate with them at night, and he was smart enough to know they would kill him on sight if they saw him at night.

For this reason, He cleaned up the awful mess known as the last night guard. He wasn't recognizable enough to put a name to. He locked the older animatronics in the room during the day except Bonnie who he cleaned up fast to put on stage.

Toy Bonnie was glitching too bad to out so he had to work with what he had. The day went fairly well despite the night's event, an animatronic being broken, and the fact he had three very bloody ones in a closet. That night he left and simply prayed it wouldn't be as bad. There were only two more days after this one.

Marionette and Bonnie watched a very dazed looking blue bunny closely. The girls claimed this night as 'Ladies Night' so all the guys were staying in the main room. Freddy was trying to explain something to Balloon Boy, who seemed anything but interested whilst Toy Freddy seemed to have found a book and was reading it. Foxy was walking around aimlessly.

"What did you do to him?" the purple bunny asked the puppet as he still eyed his counterpart, who was starting at the ceiling with wide blank eyes and a slightly gapped mouth.

"He was malfunctioning badly, and I thought if I tried to lower his IA systems for a while it might help," the Marionette replied.

The bunny waved his hand in front of his younger versions face. A solid minute after he did this the younger trailed his green eyes over to meet red and silver ones. "Hi," he mumbled meekly as he tried to draw himself away from them and wound up falling out of his chair. Now he was staring up at the ceiling flat on his back with no definite emotion.

"Maybe I lowered it a bit too much," the Marionette grimaced.

Bonnie would have had his eyebrows cocked in a way to ask 'Really? Is that what you think?' but since he doesn't have any in his animatronic form he simply stated, "You think?"

The puppet rolled his shiny silver eyes in their black pits and started walking over to the laying animatronic, but stopped as soon as green eyes snapped to him and latched. Toy Bonnie was up in a second and right in front of the tall thin animatronic. He was now in his human form and just slightly taller than normal but still looking up at the puppet's purple tear streaked face.

The purple mascot had to hold back a laugh because the scene did look rather funny. The humanoid bunny boy looked very unthreatening though his stance made it look like he might be trying for to be, and the lanky puppet look utterly distraught on what to do.

"I can't," were the only words coming from the sad bunny boy's lips. He looked blank as if no emotion were present, but in his words there was a quiet grieved note. "I'm s-s-s-s-sorry. This doesn-n-n't rock at al-l-l-l-ll." With that said he fell flat over and onto his back. His eyes were shut, and he was out cold.

Toy Freddy glanced over the rim of his book to make sure his friend was okay, and after seeing his chest moving up and down slowly returned to his book. He knew it was going to be a process for him to get better. He, himself, was a little scared of what the bunny would have done if his IA was lowered. His friend was in bad shape, but the only thing he could do was watch as he let Marionette try to solve the problem; although, he did offer his help if anything he could do came up.

"What are you going to do with him?" the purple bunny asked boredly while hiding any of the present worry from his voice. The puppet morphed into his human form and picked up the unconscious bunny boy to carry him like he was giving him a piggy back ride all the way to the prize corner. The boy's long just flapped down over the black clothed boy's shoulder as he head slumped forward weakly.

"I'm going to try again. Lowering his IA clearly was no help since half of his other systems are failing. It just made him weak and crazy," the puppet said in his less raspy human voice. The bunny nodded his purple head and watched as the humanoid animatronic towed his counterpart away.

Bonnie could have sworn his purple ears picked up the sound of the blue haired boy mumbling, "Stupid Oldie. Stupid doll." With this being heard his red eyes rolled in there dark rimmed sockets. He knew that stubborn boy would be fine, but it was just in his nature to worry a little even if who he was worrying about was annoying as hell.

His ears then heard the laugh of the youngest animatronic and turned to see him completely ignoring a fuming Freddy who now had three balloons taped to his back. Bonnie assumed it happened when the bear tried to talk to Foxy about his instant pacing. In that moment he decided, Balloon Boy was the one who was so annoying that he could be Hell's twin; Toy Bonnie just fell somewhere else on the chart between pest and hellish. Impish could work.

His laugh echoed in the room, and it was about to cause everyone to lose their cool; he just would not shut up. Foxy, however was unaffected as he paced. His yellow eyes were intense and wide as he paced and before anything was said he darted.

His feet started clanking against the floor heavily as he ran and yelled, "Yarharhar, I can't take it anymore! I be moving stead forward to join ye lassie!"

Bonnie and Freddy both had sweat drops slipping down their faces. Their faces were both a cross between mild embarrassment and mirth but quickly morphed to red anger as the child's animatronic laugh again rang in the room. "I think we need to give someone a time out. Don't you think so, Freddy?"

One of the balloons popped that was tapped to the bear back, and his eyes glowed menacingly as he turned to the round animatronic who was slowly backing away. Freddy was still splattered in blood so he look rather deadly, and the small animatronic started backing up slowly; his laugh was much more quiet and nervous.

"I believe so, Bonnie."

Night 4 Spring Fever

The manager was relieved that it wasn't quite as bloody as the nights before. Of course, he was unhappy that there was a death, but at least it was a simpler killing than the previous two. The person was simply stuffed into a suit with minimal blood on the female animatronics, other than Chica who hadn't been cleaned the previous night. He did have to find Balloon Boy who had been lodged into a box in the parts and service room, but everything was okay.

He left everything alone and simply left and again hoped for something less bloody to happen that night, too.

Toy Bonnie's ear twitched almost every time he took a step, but due to his systems being so dysfunctional he paid it no mind as his blue feet walked down steps with a purple pair of feet following slowly behind him.

"Why should we go talk to him now?" Bonnie asked as his red gazed watched the blue bunny carefully. The older mascot felt like he was babysitting since he was having to keep up with the younger animatronic because for some reason he wanted to drag him along on a trip. The purple bunny wasn't sure if he was more annoyed by this or relieved that he was still functioning enough to ask him to come along. He was worried for his counterpart.

"B-b-cause," he spoke lightly as he continued farther down the stairs and into the darkness of the room. Red eyes rolled at his behavior. He called into the darkness, "Hello-o"

"Hello," a smooth voice returned as the oldest bunny of the restaurant stepped forward into the light that was streaming from the manager's office door that lead into the lower room.

Green eyes and red eyes scanned over his golden form. Springtrap stood casually in front of them and held a small smile. His silver eyes held a happy gleam. He wanted to meet his counterparts and had been lonely for the past few days since Cordelia hadn't come to visit and the Liam hadn't come to do a mechanical checkup; the company was greatly appreciated.

"Sp-springtrap?" the blue bunny half questioned half stated with a bold grin on his face.

"Yes," he confirmed. "You are Toy Bonnie I assume. Little one has told me a lot about you."

"L-little one?" the youngest bunny's voiced glitched in a high statically way as his grin dropped; he knew that 'little one' was Cordelia. Bonnie could slap the golden animatronic. He had worked so hard earlier to calm the toy down earlier after they had readjusted his AI level.

The bunny pushed his hand down on the younger models head and patted it in the most comforting way he could. He was almost instantly wrapped in the blue arms of the crying animatronic. Silver eyes watched the two oddly. Toy Bonnie was too messed up to care that he was hugging and crying into the older model that he so enjoyed to annoy, and Bonnie was playing the role of caring worried big brother.

"Did I say something wrong?" Springtrap's smooth voice asked with slight awkwardness.

While Bonnie petted his hand over Toy Bonnie's head who had flattened his ears down, he spoke sadly, "Both Cordelia and Liam were fired. He isn't taking Cordelia being gone well, and there is no decent mechanic to fix him."

Silver eyes widened and golden ears rose straighter at the words. He was stunned. He knew she wasn't doing anything to get herself fired. She was surviving which was a feat to do at night at Freddy's at night, and although he wasn't close to the mechanic, he was certain that the boy would do nothing that would require him to be fired. His form stiffened and his silver eyes darkened as he thought. It must have something to do with the corruption of these humans. Why can't they just stay young and pure?

"We don't know exactly why they were fired," the purple bunny continued. "None of us are happy about it though." He paused. "Some of us are taking it hard. Some much harder than others."

The golden animatronic looked at the distressed blue form that clung to Bonnie. More thoughts flew through his mind, but he didn't voice any of them; he didn't know what to say. His purple counterpart didn't either. They stood in a hard silence until the static sobs of the youngest ceased and he pulled from the light hold of purple arms that were cradling him.

His grin was again wide stretched and his pupils were small and crazed. He spoke out, "Well, it is nice-ce to meet you Golden Oldie. We should have a bon-bonding experiment-t-t. Don't you-ou agree, Oldie?" His neck sprung his head to an odd angle before snapping back normal and looking at the questioned animatronic.

"What kind of bonding?" Springtrap asked curiously yet still with the darkness that was being fueled from his emotion.

Bonnie moved his red eyes around nervously with all the attention now on him. "He wants us to team up and take out the night guard."

"Really?" This concept wasn't exactly on the golden bunny's main things of understanding. He knew they killed based on programing and didn't know how they got satisfaction out of it, but after a few moments of contemplating he finally understood. It would make some of the pain and anger go away even if only for a minute. The reason he was put out of order was because of accidental injury and killings that had happened inside him. Now, he thought he was ready to kill for real, for sport. "Okay."

"Awes-some!" the blue bunny practically bounced as he start up the stairs.

Bonnie watched with tired sad red eyes as he watched the younger animatronics movements. "You really shouldn't have encouraged him. This is going to look nasty. I warn you. Be ready."

The oldest bunny let out a laugh that sounded like bells. "I was put down here because people died inside me. I never got any satisfaction from it, but I can't say I didn't enjoy feeling their bones break and blood gush inside me. It made me feel like them. Like a human. Maybe some of that maliciousness somehow got passed down to you two."

He then too started off, and Bonnie could only stare. He hadn't said anything about even slightly enjoying the kill because he always felt so bad afterward. A small smile slowly flipped onto his face at the idea that these two understood him in a way that his closest friends may never. His heavy metal feet then started brushing against the floor and up the step to catch up.

The manager was surprised to see only specks of red on the tips of the purple bunny's furred fingers and a little on Toy Bonnie who was back stage. He was pleasantly surprised to find no super bloody animal mascots but was miffed that he couldn't find a body.

He searched and searched but to no avail. Begrudgingly, he marched back to his office to find something odd. His chair was facing the wall and his dark eyes could see the head of Springtrap over the chair's high back.

With a furrowed brow, he ease around the desk, and found that he would have to get rid of his favorite chair. Inside Springtrap was the body he had been searching for. Blood was seeping out everywhere and pooled on the floor around the suit. The man's jaw went slack as he noticed more and more. Red streaked down from the suits silver eyes like sad tears and from ever joint the liquid dripped as if to boldly mark the parts where the robot should move. He inhaled deeply as he heard clicking.

He again wanted to run off to the restroom to vomit but resisted the urge and closed his eyes after he saw. The gold bunny had opened his torso portion like he would if he was letting someone wear him, but instead of the empty shell that was supposed to be there, it was filled with intestines that looked like long stringy worms swimming about with other torn up organs in blood that was still pooled inside. The body was still sitting somewhat straight in the suit because the head was stuck in the head portion of the suit and the neck paired with the backbone hug everything up in a sickening straight up way.

The golden bunny grinned just like his counterparts in the other room. The manager was too tired to deal with this.

Night 5 Scared to Death

The manager decided to shut the animatronics down for the night; he could not clean up all that again. If it messed up some of the robots systems, he would get Liam to fix them because both he and Cordelia would be coming back the following day.

He had made his point to the other employees. Half of the mechanical stuff needed fixed back up and Toy Bonnie just kept getting more glitches every time someone tried to fix him. No night guard had even stayed two nights straight; they didn't have to know they didn't make it. Also, since he hired sketchy people for the night guards, no one asked questions when they just sort of vanished.

So today was the last day for a fill in. The night guard sat in the office and looked boredly through the cameras. Nothing was happening. Of course, none of the animatronics were moving since they had been deactivated. His head bobbed down then shot back up before slamming into the desk. He was sleepy, and the job was not helping him stay up.

Around three is when he heard it. There was a soft giggle that circulated the room. His young beady eyes swept over the room to see nothing so he lifted the camera to check things elsewhere.

"Well, well," a voice cooed to itself in the hallway, unheard by the currently flustered guard. "Seems things are boring tonight. Why don't I have a little bit of fun?"

The night guard sighed as he saw nothing of interest on the camera and lowered the tablet to the table. For a second he didn't notice what was in front of him. His body did jolt up when his young eyes register the slumped golden bear suit that was sitting between the opening of the hall and the desk. His boney hands pressed and rubbed his eyes furiously before gazing out again; nothing was there.

He left out a nervous breathy laugh and shook his head stupidly as he thought he had gone crazy for a minute. He plopped back into the seat and was about to check the cameras again when instead he picked up the flash light and flashed it down the hall.

A girlish screech ripped from the man's throat as he looked into the hall and saw the golden bear's face and it rushed toward him. The night guard fell backward onto the floor and hyperventilating. His whole body was shaking; his hair ears couldn't even pick up the sound of giggling.

After a minute, he regained his senses and looked around warily. His body was soaked; he was unsure if it was just from perspiration or if he had also pissed himself. His body quaked frantically as he rose again and stood behind the desk.

He blinked his eyes, and when he opened them again, the bear again sat slumped, staring at him with black hollow lifeless eyes. The night guard backed away and blinked for it to only disappear.

The boy just screamed again and without turning on a light or flashing the flashlight ran. His feet ran so fast that it was surprising he didn't trip before he made it out of the pizzeria.

"Hahaha," a laugh filled the room with an undertone of the giggle from earlier. "That was great. I can't even take this. Hahaha! Ah, I gotta tell Springs about this! Oh, things are about to get so fun"