The last part of my 3 part chapters, they're in a new restaurant, but what will come of it? These chapters might come less frequently, not only do I have a book, but another fan-fiction that still has only 1 chapter. I don't really have much to say, but now, I will need more recommendations after this chapter, in fact, you might want to start thinking now (by that I mean after reading this chapter).

The parts and service room

3:17 am

Mike walks into the dark and dusty room, it hasn't been touched since it was built, but it was in good condition nevertheless. It was a small square room with a protruding wall coming from the wall opposite the door, leaving a little pocket in the far corner of the room.

Mike doesn't hang long, there wasn't much to look at. To the right of him had another hallway, 2 doors on each side with a chair and cameras at the end of the hall. It was weird, he has more rooms elsewhere away from the office, and the dining area was bigger then the entire old restaurant combined, but at the same time, Mike felt that he was going to be closer to the security guard than ever.

The sound of a truck pulling up forces him to hide in the room in the corner behind some old arcade machine. Mike listened for the sounds. First, the sounds of a squeaky dolly is heard, then the door to the parts and service room opens. Whatever cargo was held was slid off, then the dolly was wheeled out, the squeaking even louder for being without weight. After a couple of minutes another delivery was made, then a third, a forth.

But footsteps was heard leaving, without the dolly, then came the scraping sound of metal being picked up from concrete. When they came back, crates were opened, presumably with a crowbar, followed by the dragging of metal. The dolly was taken away with an empty crate. This went on until all of the crates were taken and the door closed. The truck drove off with the crowbar, the dolly and the crates that were once full.

Mike cautiously got up and peeked around the corner, he was greeted by his friends who were laid down against the walls, looking at the poorly kept environment around them.

"Where are we?" Chica was the first one to ask, Foxy walked out of the room.

"The parts and service room." Mike replied.

The expressions made the atmosphere darker. "Don't worry," Freddy explained, "we're just here for a repair, that's all."

Foxy calls from the other room. "Um, guys, you may want to look at this."

The dining room

3:34 am

The animatronics and Mike stood meters away from and were facing the stage, their mouths were wide open in god knows what feelings. As standing as the centerpiece of the whole restaurant, are more 'kid-friendly' versions of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. They all looked like toys.

'Toy' Freddy had red spots for cheeks and a brighter color, his top hat included an extra bright red stripe lining it.

Bonnie's 'toy' counter-part looked gay, as in literally very gay. No other words can describe him other than the red cheeks and brighter color that Freddy had.

Chica's version could very clearly be seen as a female, probably because of how often people mistaken her for a boy. Still with the red circles and vivid colors.

"What are those things?" Freddy asked. Motors could be heard and the eyes shined bright, their heads looked at the crowd that had gathered around the stage.

The parts and service room

3:37 am

"Well that escalated quickly." Mike captioned the obvious, barely keeping his voice above the loud banging against the door he was leaning on.

"Those imposters..." Bonnie cried, "they replaced us!"

The others were holding him close, he was always the sensitive one. "Now what are we supposed to do?" Freddy asked, "And on top of everything else, Fritz isn't here, so we're their only target!"

The banging didn't slow down, Mike slid down to the floor leaning on the door, they spent hours contemplating how they were going to live like this. Mike started getting sleepy and the others were tired of the banging.

1:12 am (next night)

Mike's eyes flickered for a moment, the sound of nearby footsteps waking him. Work shoes, heavy footsteps, walking towards the office, obviously Fritz's, why he wasn't here last night is beyond him. The immediate snoring is heard, obviously a long and productive day. Mike woke the animatronics, they got up slowly, like how a human would yawn in the morning, they balance themselves on their 2 legs.

Before anything could be said, commotion could be heard in the dining room, not like things bumping into each other, like arguments and confusion. The group cautiously sneaked past the hall and peered into the room. Foxy and Mike could clearly tell what had happened, but Mike was the first to voice it.

"Uh oh."

Let me stop you there, so I don't make possibly the best ending (to a chapter) I've ever done anti-climatic. I would like to remind you that I can't go on without you telling me ideas of scenarios to do, so if you have even the most quickest and vaguest idea, tell me.

The dining room

1:43 am

Mike and Foxy were leaning against opposite rows of arcade machines, the others though, were getting used to the 'new' toy animatronics, as well as the toy foxy and completely unexplained 'Balloon Boy'

"They seem to be getting used to them quite quickly." Mike starts the conversation.

"You know what this means don't you?"

"Of course, Fritz killed again."

"Who's to say he won't do it again?"

"Where's he going to put them? It's fine, live and let live right?"

"Until he finds us."

"No, I mean the others." Mike motions to the toy animatronics.

"Well of course, what could possibly go wrong?"

Foxy thought about this, accepting the new-comers, the short-tempered children, now in the exo-suit that is, the outer casing of children animatronics, going to be forced to dance and sing for other children, rage insured, they have no idea who they are, having their memory wiped thanks to being stuffed in a suit that dug into their brain.

Seeing the attempted smiles on their faces, he lets it go. Terrible mistake. The instant he ignored the only reason not to accept them, a brand new reason came up, a voice, obviously referring to his decision to accept them, spoke to him, a terrible, horrible voice that shook fear throughout not just his heart, but his entire body, a voice that hell itself would've spat right back out, a voice that wasn't just filled with malice, but spoke with it, spoke the most frightening thing that could've been said at that moment...

"You shouldn't've done that."