Hello to all the loyal readers! Thank you again for sticking with me. I just wanted to clarify one thing I got a question about: Does this story take place over five nights? The answer is no. This story takes place over a greater span of time BUT the phone messages will still play a part (as you saw) and will aid the story development. And with the sudden release of the third game – a few things I need to rethink. As well as attending PAX East this past weekend and meeting Markiplier (always awesome) threw me for a loop. There are a few other elements that will go into this but no need to address them now because I do not wish to spoil anything :p Any who! On with the chapter!

Curiosity had finally gotten the best of me. There was more to Freddy Fazbear's than meets the eye. The night shift alone said that. "So there was a previous location? What happened to it?" She just shakes her head. "My knowledge of the location before this one is limited. All I know is that Fazbear Diner was closed due to an incident I know nothing about. The first Freddy's had sanitation issues, odor coming from the animatronics. So this location opened." She took a moment, as if the clips were playing in her mind, "The inside of that box, my bed, is the first memory of my own."

"Of your own?"

She nods. "From time to time, I can access the other animatronics and see what they saw. Or I see things I cannot explain." My eyes shift to the box and then back to her. "That's where you…you normally are, right?" Her head motion confirms it. I look over to see that the music box on the shelf. She had moved it the night before to lure me in. Tonight, she left it untouched. "They use the box on you?" I hold the button on my handheld, watching the crank respond. It was interesting to see it work in person.

"Yes, by my music box. I can hear it no matter where it is in the building. The music…it calls to me…"

She started to move her fingers, almost as if she was playing a piano. "And the fact that you look human was just by chance?" My eyes are mesmerized by her finger movement. "I suppose? I was designed this way. To look and feel like a human girl." She removed the mark from her head completely and tossed it into her box. "To be more appealing to the kids, yes?" I guessed, reaching over and touching the skin of her neck. She doesn't flinch in the least. The texture was so lifelike. "The children, yes. And to some extent, their fathers." I retracted my fingers quickly when she said 'fathers.' Why would that matter? This was a place for children.

"A beautiful, young girl with soft skin and a desirable form tending to their will as they are forced to attend their children's parties."

At first, I had to repeat what she had explained. What the actual hell?! "You, uh…wow, that sounds dark. You get them drinks or something?" I asked, still in shock. "We don't have alcohol per say. Non-alcoholic beer is the closest option. I'm an event to them, as the children jump on me and take turns with the music box. The other animatronics get to stay on the stage during that time of the party." Again, there seemed to be sadness in her voice as she explained her daily routine. "I mean," I honestly had no idea where to start, "do you envy them?" Her tone had seemed to hint at it.

"They aren't ordered around like I am. The employees are worse. They've made jokes about parts feeling 'authentic."

"Do…do any of them hurt yo-" I had to stop myself after thinking of something she said, "P-Parts?!" Was she actually suggesting that not only did she have a detailed body under her clothes, but that people had actually tried to take advantage of it? She looks at me concerned, more than likely noting my distress. I shook my head, hoping she would get the hint. "Yes, parts. My chest mostly," Her hands falling to the hem of her dress, "And…there. There is a private room that is my hiding place. The other animatronics cannot enter that room. Employees have used the room to perform strange actions to each other. One of them thought it would be funny to touch me. He was shocked at how soft they made my skin. Almost life like."

My head was spinning. What kind of people worked here?! "Wh-why would they?" I swallow a little hard, looking towards her hands and trying not to think too hard. "Why didn't you tell them to stop?" She shrugged her shoulders. "During the day, it's a lot harder for any form of my own movement. I'm either under control of the music box or put into idle mode for charging." None of this seemed to bother her but then again, did she even understand? All she seemed to notice now was my distress. "Master? What's wrong? Are you in pain?" She jumped to her feet, moving to stand right in front of me.

"You've, uh…you've done nothing wrong. It's just…" I didn't know how to explain to her what I was feeling. If she didn't care, why should I? "It's just what? I want to help you, Master. It's my purpose! Please tell me!" She placed her hands on my knees. The expression on her face looked just as real as the skin I had felt earlier. Maybe it did make sense about what the employees had explored? The more I thought about it, the more my curiosity stirred. She just continued to look at me in concern. She cocked her head to the side, bangs sliding. "I've been t-thinking about what you feel like." My hand flew up and covered my mouth.

She just stared, processing what I had just said. Her eyes flashed a bit, signaling that her processor was running. "Why are you embarrassed, Master?" Of course she didn't understand. "I don't know…should I really be thinking such things when you've told me what everybody else has done? And it sounds like you didn't like it..." My eyes shifted to the now silent box. I wasn't sure when it had stopped exactly but she seemed alright. No need to wind it. She almost seemed hurt by my words, taking a step back. "Does that make me dirty? I know not physically because I am well maintained in that aspect. Am I…mentally dirty? Appalling?" "N-No, it's just…I don't want you to think I'm trying to hurt you or take advantage." I caught my last statement. Why did all of this matter? At the same time, how could her processor come to those answers? "This line of questioning doesn't bother you?" I ask, finally laying down my handheld.

"Why would it? You're my Master. You ask a question and I answer it to the best of my ability. There is nothing to bother."

I sigh, talking a moment to look over her full form from head to toe. She had to be about 5"3, the perfect height for an early twenty year old (or so she seemed to be). "They…made you all the way?" My breathing has steadied somewhat. Just questions and answers. "If you are asking if I have full functioning female anatomy design parts under my uniform then you are correct." She curtsied quickly, almost like a reflex.

"But…why did they?" The same question that seemed to keep coming up but going unanswered.

"I know that I am a prototype for a new style of animatronic to simulate a human being. I appear to be alive but in reality, I'm nothing but wires and metal in a fleshy package. I also work for free and that is a huge labor saving cost."

She had finally said something that made sense. Labor was one of the costly things a restaurant had to shell out money for. With the previous incidents she had mentioned, including a closed diner and restaurant I had never even heard of, the company must be hurting financially. All they had to do was charge her and she did whatever she was told. She even came with her own remote: the music box. I ran my hand over her head petting lightly, trying to convey comfort.

"I'm sure you do a fine job, Puppet."

She just smiled back at me. For the time being, the conversation had stopped. I honestly couldn't stomach anymore of the darkness in Freddy Fazbear's. But there was something I wish I could stomach, and it was food. I just remembered that I hadn't taken my lunch box out of the fridge. My stomach growled, causing Puppet's expression to change into a confused look. "What was that?" I placed my hand over my abdomen. "I'm just hungry. I didn't bring food with me." She took a step back and motioned to the door. "We can go to the kitchen then. There is food in there." She turned on her heels. "Are you sure that's alright? Isn't it locked?" I stood up, quickly stretching my back.

"There is a fridge with food for employees. The door has no lock as it is a swinging door. It's fine."

She pops her head out, looking around before motioning me to follow. Hopefully the kitchen wasn't far as to avoid unwanted run-ins with the other animatronics. Puppet just skipped along, looking from side to side when we passed hallways. Her family had seemed to migrate to the complete other side of the building. We turned the corner and the swinging door came into view. She pushed it open, holding it for me. I walked by and thanked her, taking in the kitchen for the first time. There were two large doors that I imagine were a walk in freezer and refrigerator. Nearby pizza ovens, prep tables and a POS system where the orders came in were to our left. Puppet went right, opening the door of a tall refrigerator.

"Here you are, Master. These are items we have for birthday parties but the staff is allowed to partake."

I stood behind her and looked at my options. Mainly juice boxes, crackers, and a few premade sandwiches. Not exactly dinner material but anything was better than nothing. I took out a few things for myself and watched as Puppet climbed onto a nearby counter, sitting. Unwrapping half of a sandwich, I took a large bite. It was pretty decent. Puppet kept watch as I enjoyed my meal, seeming quite pleased. "I take it that is your spot?" I asked, motioning to the counter. She nods.

"I sit here while the food is cooking and then serve it to the guests. As to the counter, I'm not sure. I've always enjoyed sitting here. Just something…inside me."

There she went again, having a moment that resembled a flashback. At this point, I could only assume that her original programming had been encrypted and hidden away. Small things triggered it. The more she talked or interacted with me, the more she seemed to remember. What happened at the previous location? That train of thought was suddenly put to rest when Puppet jumped to her feet in a panic. "What is it?" No answer. She ran over to me and gripped my arm. The next thing I knew, I was on the floor behind the prep table I was eating on. I peered through the legs of the table to see the legs of Toy Chica. Puppet stood in front of her, taking control of the situation. There seemed no reason to panic as Puppet had handled the others before.

I was wrong.

Chica raised her hand and gripped Puppet's shoulder, causing her to scream. "Puppet! What's going on?!" I crawled closer, trying to get a better look. Puppet had mentioned something about the animatronics being hostile towards her but I couldn't remember why. "My mask! I…I forgot it! She can't register who I am!" Puppet reached up and managed to remove Chica's hand. She turned and made eye contact with me. "Just stay there, Master! She doesn't see you!" As she cautioned, I could only watch as Chica caught and threw her to the ground. Puppet's head cracked against the leg of the table. There seemed to be no physical damage but her face showed pain.

Chica made a noise, similar to a hiss. Puppet started to shake. "Ma-Master…wind the box…NOW." She was in a panic as Chica's hand entrapped her throat. With one swift motion, she was lifted into the air. I frantically looked for my handheld before horror registering in my face. "I…I left it in the room! Puppet, what do I do?!" Small gasps escaped her mouth.

"It's been too long…the music…I can't hear i-"

A loud, static like noise suddenly echoed in the room. I covered my ears and looked towards the source of the noise: Puppet. She appeared somewhat limp in Chica's grasp. Her eyes shot open as the noise persisted, her irises now glowing an eerie pale blue instead of their usual hazel. Her hands flew up, one grasping the hand around her throat and the other on the shoulder. As her mouth opened, the noise grew louder but with it came a voice. It sounded like Puppet's but more…possessed?

"I…gave…you…life…and I…can take it…AWAY!"

Electricity seemed to fill the air as Chica began to shake. Her form soon gave out and both of them lay on the floor, unmoving.

And there you have it! I have some digging around to do about 3. Until next time! Please review ^^