10 Years Later...
Night 4: Freddy Fazpony's Pizzeria
12 AM
The night guard station had always been in the back of places like this. Discord never really knew why, despite working with the company for 40+ years. Though in 2 days he likely wouldn't care. What he had to focus on now was surviving and recording the last two tapes for the new guy taking over next week. "Oh, that's right. Nearly forgot." He said to himself with a small chuckle, picking up the phone on the desk in front of him. Though right before beginning the recording, he heard something; something going off outside the restaurant. "Police sirens? Why now of all times?" He muttered, putting the phone down and closing the thick steel doors to the room.
The aging man pulled up the camera feeds, and sure enough two officers had entered the restaurant, and were moving down the left hallway. He had to check one last thing. He switched to Pirate Cove's camera and sure enough, the resident pony-fox hybrid pirate was already almost out of frame. "This can work." He said with a nod before picking up the phone and beginning the recording.
"Hello hello? Hey. Hey wow, day four." He started, sounding as nervous as he could. "Didn't think you'd do it. Hey, uh, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow-" A loud banging was heard on the other side of the left door.
"We know you're in there!" One of the officers yelled. "Open up! You're under arrest!"
"It's-It's been a bad night here, for me. Um, I'm kinda glad I recorded these messages for you, when I did." Another few loud bangs came from the door. "Hey, do me a favor. Maybe sometime you could, uh, check inside those suits," another few bangs. "In the back room? I'ma gonna try to hold out until someone, checks. Maybe it won't be so bad." More banging. "I always wondered, what was in all those empty heads back there." A familiar music box theme started playing, and moans of the barely alive could be heard from the screens in front of the night guard. He checked Pirate's Cove one last time, and sure enough, Foxy was making a beeline for the officers. "Oh no." He said, a wicked grin on his face as he turned to hear the screams of the officers getting ripped to shreds and Foxy doing the ripping.
He quickly hung up, opened the right door and made a mad dash towards the restrooms. He had no plans to hide in them, but the safest room in the whole building was right next to it, behind a layer of cleverly laid wood. He reached for a red metal box next to him, holding a fire axe. He took the axe and began hacking open a sliver of wall, thick enough for him to get in, and entered the room, collapsing next to a moldy yellow version of Bonnie's suit. "Hello my old friend." He said, putting a hand on the suit's shoulder. "It's been too long since our last get together."
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Night 5: Freddy Fazpony's Pizzeria
12 AM
The animatronics heard the click of the latches keeping them bolted to the stage being released, and the pony-animal hybrids took a moment to look around. It was quiet. Too quiet. None of the cameras seemed to be active. Freddy was the first to make a move, slowly stepping off the stage and looking around the area.
"Follow…" The animatronic bear-pony heard uttered from the darkness. It looked in the direction of the voice, seeing what looked like itself, though with a color scheme of purple and black in what little light there was. The figure moved towards the restrooms, and Freddy followed it, moving from the main dining area to the restroom hallway before the figure disappeared into what the animatronic thought was a wall. He tried following but was met with a message.
ERR
ERR
It turned to walk away, heading towards the women's restroom before realizing something; it was now down a back leg. It turned and screamed before a losing one of its front legs and falling over, a large boot stomping on its neck. It looked up, seeing an aging man entirely cladin purple with a large axe.
"So nice to see that you found me." Discord said, brushing off his shirt. "I was beginning to think I'd have to monologue to my friend in the other room. But in any case, come 6 o'clock today, I'll be retired, on my way to some foreign island nation, 11 dead kids under my belt, and all I have to do is survive the night. Shouldn't be too difficult with this." He held up the axe and twirled it in his hand. "But before I go, I might as well destroy you 4, for old times sake." He swung the axe down, cleanly separating the head of the robot from the rest of it. "Consider it payback for decades of close calls." He ripped the top hat from the head and threw it into the dining area before kicking the head away and walking back into the boarded up room.
Hour after hour, the other animatronics were lead by the shadowy Fazpony, and one by one they were dismantled violently. Until the hour of 5 A.M., when a ghostly white girl with with tear-tracks running down her body appeared on the animatronics stage in time with a loud crack of thunder. "Time to end this." The female ghost muttered to herself, slowly floating towards the boarded up room, where four other young ghosts had positioned themselves to make sure there was no way out for the man inside. She floated in, and the the man in purple began to panic.
"No. This isn't possible!" He yelled, backing away from the spirits. "This doesn't make any sense!"
"Making sense? What fun is there in making sense?" The 5 ghosts chanted in unison. Discord kept backing away, keeping trying to find anything to keep himself safe. He threw the axe at the ghost girl, but it just went through her.
"Okay, Discord. Think." He glanced towards the yellow Bonnie suit behind him. "Aha!" He declared, getting into the suit. He gave a mocking laugh as the spirits stared at him, as if waiting for something to happen. "Well, what are you waiting for? Go o-" At that moment, he felt it, several crossbeams violently entering his body, the face especially. He fell to the ground, seeing the spirits slowly fade away and feeling the pool of blood growing underneath him. "So, this is how it ends, huh?" He asked himself, coughing up a bit of blood. "Kinda fitting, really."
"Yes, real irony." The final spirit said bitterly before fading.
Morning 6: Freddy Fazpony's Pizzaria
6:30 AM
The Apples had walked in on an utter massacre, seeing bot parts sprawled over the floor and finding a room that only Granny Smith knew existed before that morning. "Well, it's going to be one of those days." Granny said, shaking her head disappointedly. "Applebloom, change the sign to closed. We can't open today. Applejack, start collecting parts. Big Mac, see if ya can patch up that hole in the wall. I want to make sure that no one realizes there ever was a hole there." The three nodded, going to take care of their tasks before Big Mac noticed the red puddle under the suit in the secret room.
"What about him?" He asked, pointing at the suit.
"Ah, leave him. He ain't gonna be seen." Granny replied. He shrugged, before beginning to look for some spare wood.