Fredbear's systems slowly turned on, his eyes once again surveyed the charging room. Once his systems rebooted, the last moments from when he was still active played through his A.I. Images of Violets stabbing the crying Alfred; Alfred's eyes as they closed and that shiny thing Violets used a…knife. There are some in the kitchen but, they were only used to cut food not…children. Why would Violets use that on a child, knives are dangerous! Violets could have killed...Alfred. Violets killed Alfred. Fredbear's A.I. processed this information and the images were set on repeat as he recited out loud what he saw.

"Violets killed Alfred. Violets killed Alfred. Violets killed a child. Violets KILLED."

How could Violets? He was supposed to care for children, that's why he created Fredbear, correct? Fredbear didn't understand why, he needed to see Violets again, he needed to ask why. He needed to know. Violets was so nice when Fredbear was first activated then he changed into something that would-ki-harm children. Fredbear's programming would never allow him to ki-harm a child.

THUD

Fredbear turned to see the crate that Violets brought in a few days ago, Fredbear would have cared less but after what Violets did, the security of the diner may be in jeopardy. With a potential threat possible Fredbear carefully pushed the top of the crate back, surprised when it opened easily. Not able to see inside the dark crate, Fredbear turned his eyelights on. Looking in he saw something black and limp. Fredbear reached in and slowly lifted the thing out of the crate and placed it on the table. The…thing, Fredbear's A.I. soon told him it was another animatronic, did not look like him or Cupcake. It was black with white stripes wrapped around its entire body, its limbs were long and thin, attatched to the end of the limbs and head were strings. The face was also white, similar to a…mask. The mask had black eyes and there was a smile painted on the face, giving it an ever happy look. What did this remind Fredbear of…a, um…clown. Yes, this new animatronic is most likely a clown. It looked more human than him and clowns were human so that must be why.

Fredbear stared down at the clown wondering why it wasn't on, it was past midnight and the clown should be activated. Fredbear scanned every inch of the clown's body to find the switch to turn the new animatronic on with, when the fabric body did not reveal a switch Fredbear looked into the crate the clown originally came from. He grabbed a large cube, smaller than the crate but big enough Fredbear had to use two arms to carry it, and placed it on the ground next to the table the clown was spread out on. It was a pale purple box with rainbow confetti decorating the sides and top. Fredbear found a switch and cord on the back, he plugged the box in and then flipped the switch, nothing happened. Fredbear looked into the box and his A.I. told him that the clown needed to go in the purple box. Fredbear lifted up the clown and carefully put it in the box so it was sitting with its knees up and arms wrapped around its spindly legs. As the clown charged, Fredbear decided to play a tune, it might help pass time, at least that's what Mr. Fazzlit used to say and Fredbear thought it might be useful one day. Who knows, the power might go out and if the kids were scared he could play the tune and guide them to safety. Maybe he should turn his eyelights on as well if that ever happened. The kids, and their parents, would know that Fredbear was in a safe location. His A.I. said he could do both simultaneously, because he already had his eyelights on all he had to do was switch the music box on that was inside of him. Fredbear focused his A.I. and a soft tune started to play, his A.I. told him the tune was called…"Toreador's March." Fredbear was fond of the tune, it's light and happy notes would definitely make the children happy.

Fredbear watched the open box as the clown slowly started to move on its own. First the fingers twitched, then the head twitched unnaturally, this concerned Fredbear, and then it turned its head to look up at him. The black eyes had two white dots in the center, they stared at Fredbear and Fredbear stared back. The clown stared before large fat drops of purple liquid fell from its eyes and a breath of air escaped its mouth a…sob? Was the clown crying?

"P-please! D-don't hurt me I-I don't want to die-" the clown stopped talking, the whites of its irises glowed briefly. Then the puppet screeched, it started to get out of the box to only fall on the ground once out. The clown tried to stand but it didn't know how to move its flimsy limbs.

"NO! I need to find that man! I need to make him pay! He killed me!" The clown cried, Fredbear watched, confused his A.I. was slowly processing this new information. The conclusion his A.I. made shocked him and he almost thought his processors were broken, until he heard what the clown said next: "Grandpa! Grandpa help me! T-the mechanic-he-he-I tried to get away! I tried to get inside the diner, you said I would be safe there!" Again the clown screeched, this animatronic reminded Fredbear of a child, of…Alfred. The clown turned to look at him, Fredbear realized he must have said Alfred's name out loud.

"Are you…Alfred?" The clown started crawling towards the box slowly his head turned to stare at Fredbear. It's voice was scared when it answered, "W-who are you? How d-do you know my name?"

Fredbear processed this information, why did Alfred not recognize him? They had seen each other daily ever since Alfred's birthday. How could he not know it was Fredbear? He was standing in front of him…the lights. The lights were off, all the clown could see were Fredbear's eyelights, apparently the clown wasn't built with eyelights installed.

Fredbear walked to the wall with the door and flipped on the charging room's lights, the clown jumped in surprise and hissed at the sudden brightness. It looked ready to attack Fredbear, who was currently focusing on turning his eyelights and music box off. Once done he looked at the clown whose mouth seemed to be gaping, Fredbear patted the clown on the head, same as when he was alive.

"How ya doin' Alfie?"

/

Later, Fredbear found out all Alfred could remember was catching a glimpse of a purple shadow in the window's reflection, then looking at Fredbear as pain erupted in his back and everything went black.

By the end or his tale more purple liquid had fallen from his eyes and Fredbear was quick to wipe them away and pat Alfred's head, which cued Alfred to hug Fredbear and cry for five minutes. Fredbear decided he would make some pizza to cheer up Alfred, the boy always liked the pizza Fredbear gave him. When Fredbear moved away to make the pizza Alfred cried out for him to stop. Alfred couldn't move very far on his own and he struggled just to stand. Fredbear analyzed the way Alfred moved and his A.I. recommended that he look at the blueprints for the clown animatronic. When Fredbear found the blueprints at the bottom of the box, Fredbear realized the clown body worked the same way his did, just in a different endoskeleton, Fredbear turned to Alfred.

"Alfie, calm down, ok? Can you do that for me?" Alfred nodded.

"Good, now search your A.I. for directions on how to move. Don't panic if you don't find it right away, ok? Take your time, we have all night." Fredbear watched the clown's eyes start to move from side to side, as if searching for something. The clown's permanent smile seemed more real as Alfred slowly stood. Fredbear clapped in encouragement, a smile growing as well. Alfred took one step forward, then another but then he fell on top of Fredbear, both started laughing. Alfred slowly started to get up, his movements jerky, then Fredbear pushed himself into a sitting position. Fredbear slowly helped Alfred into the kitchen by holding his hands and keeping Alfred's eyes on him. While Alfred looked around in awe at his new surroundings with his new eyes Fredbear started the pizza. Fredbear noticed Alfred started asking what Fredbear was doing and eventually got up and watched over Fredbear's shoulder.

"What is that? What are you doing? Can I help? Can I try some if I do help? Fredbear?"

"Why don't you try walking around more, Alfred? The more you practice the better you will be. Now, Cupcake, what spice-" Fredbear froze, Alfred looked at him curiously. Fredbear scanned the room for Cupcake, and hurried out when no Squeak! answered him. Fredbear hurried to the charging room and started searching. Once the charging room had been searched over twice, Fredbear started searching the whole diner. His robotic voice echoed around the building as he called out for the missing bakery treat. Alfred struggled to keep up with the fast bear, the clown slowly remembering who Cupcake was. Fredbear searched the diner three times before his A.I. forced him to return to the charging room for the night. As he entered and looked at the place where Cupcake would normally charge at night, Fredbear felt…something. It was a strange sensation and his A.I. didn't know what to make of it either.

"You look sad Fredbear." Sad? An emotion? He was an animatronic he couldn't feel emotions, especially sadness, he was built to bring happiness, at least that was what he always thought. Fredbear helped the struggling clown into his box and was going to plug in himself in and shut down for the night when Alfred's thin hand held Fredbear's silently asking him not to leave. Fredbear looked at Alfred's clown face and was shocked to see purple streaks stained from the bottom of Alfred's eyes to the top of his smile. The smile seemed unhappy in that moment, Fredbear tilted his head at Alfred, curious on what else he needed.

"W-will you play that tune again, Fredbear? The one you played when I woke up? Please?" Fredbear nodded, he sat beside the box and started "Toreador's March" and listened to the clown shift in the box before becoming still. Fredbear only stopped playing when his system was thirty seconds away from shutting down, then he hurried to his charger and plugged himself in immediately before he shut down.

/

The next time Fredbear woke he was in a dark room, a different room, his eyelights turned on but they showed him an unfamiliar room. He was slouched in a back corner of the room and on the opposite wall was a door, this one was a different color than the one in his charging room. It had a…gleam to it, the handle wasn't round like the one to his charging room either, this handle was more like a lever. Fredbear touched the unfamiliar door and waited a moment listening hoping to hear children laughing or adults scolding someone. Nothing leaked through the door and Fredbear started to wonder what was going on. He looked at the handle and tried to turn it like he would the round handles he was familiar with. His hand didn't know where to fit to turn it so Fredbear tried another angle, eventually he pushed the end of the lever down and pushed when he heard a soft click. The door still didn't open, Fredbear pushed again and jiggled the handle up and down, the door still didn't move. Fredbear sighed and looked around the handle, he happened to see red letters beside the handle that said PULL. Fredbear pulled the door and the door still didn't move. Fredbear knocked his head against the door, thinking the jolt would get his processors working again. Luckily it did, soon his A.I. told him to push the end of the handle down and then pull the door open. When Fredbear tried it the door opened easily and Fredbear was met with…stairs. There were a lot more stairs than the three Fredbear was used to. The three he used to get on stage was difficult enough but going up…thirty? It seemed impossible, in fact Fredbear decided to turn back. What was the point of walking up those steps? The employees would come and get him soon enough.

Follow me.

Fredbear stopped when the whispered voice echo in the dark. Fredbear looked up the staircase where he was sure the voice came from. His eyelights didn't show him much farther than eight steps up. After debating and another "Follow me" Fredbear changed his mind and started up the stairs. Fredbear noticed his servos were slightly stiff, as if he hadn't moved in a long time, which did not make sense. He was playing his music box for Alfred a few hours ago, definitely not long enough for his servos to get this stiff.

…Why was he in that room anyway? He can't remember it anywhere in the building. If it was why didn't anyone tell him?

Fredbear glanced at another door, this one similar to the one in his charging room. He twisted the knob and pushed the door open, this time he found shelves ling the walls on both sides of him and a table in the center of the room. Three crates were shoved in a corner to the right of Fredbear and the doorway. What caught Fredbear's attention was the animatronic sitting on the table. Fredbear left the door open and walked around the table to stand in front of the slouched figure, his eyelights revealed gold colored fur, and a purple hat on the figure's head. Fredbear saw blueprints beside the figure and looked them over carefully. This animatronic was a bear and looked exactly like him except for the color of his fur and the fact he had a hat and bow-tie. It also seemed he was recently built and was going to be activated tomorrow.

Why? Why was Fredbear being replaced? What did he do to deserve this? Hadn't eh kept the kids happy and entertained them, just as he was programmed? How could they make such a rip-off? Just because their fur was different colors didn't mean the gold bear wasn't a rip-off!

Fredbear turned the bear on, deciding he wanted to know more about what was happening. He would then shut the rip-off down and hide him, then they would have to take Fredbear, the original Fredbear back. Fredbear turned the animatronic on, the weird feeling in him similar, but different than the sadness Alfred claimed he had. Alfred…where was he? Was he ok? Fredbear could only hope so.

The bear jerked slightly before its servos started whirring and it jerked before lifting its head up. Fredbear stared into the brown eyes of the other bear, Fredbear reached out, ready to turn the bear off again but stopped when the other bear cowered from his touch, eyes trying to scan him.

"W-who are you? W-where am I?" Before Fredbear knew what he was doing his hand was on top of the other bear's head comfortingly petting him.

"Calm down. Let your A.I. processors take over, listen to it." The bear paused looking at the ground momentarily before again squinting at Fredbear, who decided he could ask some questions now that the other bear seemed to be listening to him.

"What is your name?" Fredbear asked his gold replacement. The bear paused before answering.

"Fredbear."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in…Fredbear's Family Diner, my diner."

"Are you programmed to sing and entertain children?"

"Yes."

Fredbear looked at his golden replacement. The other animatronic would have something that Fredbear could only dream about now. The other meant no ill intent, he had just woken up, didn't even know his own name until Fredbear told him to stop and think. Fredbear turned and left.

"Wait! Who are you!? My A.I. doesn't recognize you as anyone!"

As Fredbear opened the door he looked at the crates in the corner, more animatronics for the new and shiny Fredbear. Deciding to give his replacement some parting advice fredbear turned his head slightly to look back at the new Fredbear.

"When your friends wake up calm them the same way I calmed you." The door shut and the lock clicked into place.

/

FINALLY! You guys have no idea how long this took! I had started the chapter out and liked the way it was going, then I just had to watch Game Theorists and it made me rethink my whole story. I really liked the beginning with Alfred and couldn't bring myself to delete it so…here it is! I think I know a way of bringing FNAF 4 into this anyway so don't worry about that!

Sorry about the ramble. Please leave a fav follow or a question in the comments!

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