Old Freddy's POV
The buzzing of a radio caused Freddy's servos to boot up. He lie there for a brief, moment taking in his surroundings. Nothing had changed, he was still in the same room as before. His own personal hell. It would have been a bit better, not by much, if the others talked more often, but instead they stayed dormant and hardly ever said a word.
He rotated his left arm in the socket, his endoskeleton letting out a metallic sigh after being locked in place for so long. He himself groaned, lifting a paw and feeling for his hat. When he couldn't find it, he patted the tiled floor around him in search of his signature top hat.
"Here" a quiet, robotic voices said, offering him his hat.
Freddy took it and adjusted it on his head, before looking up at the ceiling to see Mangle hanging upside down, staring at him with one amber eye and one empty socket where her other eye should have been, with only a glowing white dot to replace it.
He moved into a sitting position and continued to stare back at Mangle. Was he really seeing this or...? He glanced over his shoulder at the others. Bonnie was sitting in the corner, Chica was lying on the ground, and Foxy was sitting close to the door. Since his 'friends' hardly ever spoke to him anymore, he doubted he could get conformation from them that Mangle was actually here. He couldn't get a lot out of them anymore.
If his mind was playing tricks on him, then he decided to play along. He turned back to Mangle and locked eye contact with her. Maybe she was really there, after all, imaginary things can't give you objects, and she had given him his hat.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned.
"I came to tell you something" she replied, cocking her head a little.
"What is it?" He grunted, not really interesting by what she had to say.
"The joy of creation" she stated simply.
Freddy was suddenly all ears "How do you know about that?" He snapped. He didn't know much about it himself, but those words never left his memory. They were important to him in some way.
"The puppet told me" Mangle responded, her voice calm and unchanged "And soon, the rest of them will understand it too"
"The puppet?" Freddy questioned.
"He's been here a long time. Longer than I, longer than the others. Even longer than you. He's seen many things, done many things. He's the reason why you're here. Why you're all here."
"What are you saying?" He asked, very puzzled by her words.
"They're with you" she stated.
"Who is? You're not making sense"
"You have forgotten, just as they have. Don't worry, soon everything will become clear, for you, and for them"
"What will become clear? Who is 'them'?" Freddy questioned, annoyed by Mangle's riddles.
"You ask too many questions. I thought Freddy Fazbear always had answers. Children use to come up to you and ask you so many things, and you would answer those questions without fail. You would comfort them when they were sad and bring them joy when they needed it"
"Don't talk about the past... I don't want to hear about the past" Freddy hated hearing about it. He already thought about it enough. His thought process always seemed to wander. Then again, what else was he supposed to do after being isolated in a room.
"Tell me something, Freddy. In the old restaurant, before you ended up here, why did you kill the night guards? Was it fun?" She asked. The tables had turned.
"No, they were breaking the rules-"
"That's what they wanted you to think" Mangle interrupted him.
"Who are 'they'?!" He yelled at her, his temper rising.
"You act like you don't know, when deep down you do. They made you forget, but you saw it. You all did."
"What did I forget?" He asked.
Mangle's head twitched "What makes you, you" she stated.
Freddy didn't bother to ask another question. He was too busy trying to take this all in.
"What do you think is keeping you alive, Freddy? The fact that you are malfunctioning... Or something else?"
"Something else...?" His head was hurting, but why? Could he even do that? Could animatronics hurt like this? He was starting to question his own existents, what he did, the way he felt.
"You would be nothing but scrap metal if it weren't for them" she told him. Freddy didn't know who the elusive 'them' were.
"There's something going on, Freddy. Something bigger than you or I. We all have a part to play in this, we are not just entertainment for children. We once were, but not anymore. Some of us have lost sight of that. Some of us never knew that. The ones out there will soon know. Soon they will understand." she explained, although her explanation was very vague.
"I saw what Foxy saw on that day. Chica saw what old Chica saw that day. She also saw what she did to a night guard. He made a lot of phone calls. He played a role in all of this, but he was not the one. None of them were"
"The one?" Freddy spoke up after a moment of silence.
"The one in purple. But on that day he was golden"
"I don't know what you mean" Freddy murmured.
"He will one day pay. One way or another, he will pay" Mangle stated boldly. "The new Freddy will understand very soon... And then Bonnie will be the last. The puppet admires her... He wants to toy with her a little longer. She is strong... He will break her. And once it is over... Then it'll be time for you to remember"
"But I don't know what you want me to remember"
"You will" Mangle stated simply, edging across the ceiling and disappearing into the darkness "You will"
What if... Everything the older animatronics know is a lie too?
It's time to remember.