7 Days Later...

Night 5: Freddy Fazpony's Pizzeria

11:30 PM

Pinkie Pie had originally thought this would be an easy job. She had gotten a standard uniform, a silly hat, and was told to watch the cameras from Midnight to 6 in the morning. It sounded like a cakewalk, but no. She was wrong. From the moment she stepped foot in that office, the animatronics were after her, and that first night phone call only reassured her beliefs.

She had began to think how many night guards had died the way the phone guy had told her about. How many deaths the Apples were covering up. And then there was last night, where the only voice helping her through the night had gone the way of, what she assumed was, most of the other night guards.

There were so many questions rattling around in her brain. Were the night guards killed? Were they stuffed into the suits in the back? How was this legal? How could an animatronic remove a person's frontal lobe? Though she was certain of one thing. This had to stop. And that was why she had brought a full, 5 gallon can of gasoline to work with her today. "This will end tonight! Or my name isn't Pinkamena Diane Pie!" She yelled into the night as she entered the restaurant.

She took one last look at the place before heading towards the stage. "Hey guys." She said, a hint of stress in her chipper voice. "Don't mind me, I'm just gonna take care of something." She opened the gas can and began pouring the gas onto the robots. By the time she was done, she had used half of the can, and the three pony-animal hybrids had been thoroughly covered. "Ah, there we go." She quickly turned her attention to the purple curtains near the back of the dining area.

"Don't worry Foxy, I didn't forget about you." The pink haired girl said, approaching the curtains. She drew them back, seeing the pirate fox standing there, motionless. She smiled wickedly, pouring some gas on the robot. "There we go, now you're looking good." She glanced down at her bare wrist. "Oh dear. I need to hurry up, or I'll never be done in time."

She left the dining area and entered the kitchen, which was pitch black and only illuminated by the dim lights of the room it was connected to. She entered, grabbing a cheap-looking lighter from her pocket and flicking it on. "Let's see, where's the stove?" She asked herself, her free hand on the wall. She spent about two minutes feeling the middle of the wall before feeling metal under her fingers. She lowered her reach, and found a few knobs with the same texture. "A-ha. Found you." She said, one of the knobs and a blue flame lighting up a bit of the darkness. "Might need you later." She said, the flames disappearing before she splashed a bit of the liquid all over the room. "Alright, one last stop."

She left the kitchen and began walking to her office, pouring a stream on the hallway floor. "Why doesn't tile burn?" She thought aloud as she entered her office. She heaved a sigh of relief, tossing her Security top hat out into the clean hallway. "Now, one last thing." She shook the jerry can a little, and sure enough, it still had a little gas inside of it. She heaved a sigh of relief, raising the can over her head and emptying it, her normally curly hair flattening. She tossed the can aside, and took a moment to look at herself in the reflection of one of the security monitors. "Yeah, it's just not me." She said. "Oh wait, what time is it?"

12 AM

"Yes! I made it!" She said, sitting down and putting her feet on the desk in front of her. "Now to wait."

After a phone call that was nothing but mechanical gargling, she waited for what felt like an eternity before she couldn't find Freddy on the cams. She turned around in her chair and was met with a loud screech, which was cut short. "Hey there buddy." Pinkie said, hugging the bear-pony. It was obviously caught off guard. "You know, I was just about to throw the best party this place has ever seen, and everyone's invited." The robot cocked its head to the side, not exactly sure what she meant. She grabbed the lighter from her pocket, and tried to light it. Nothing. She tried again. Nothing. One last time. It finally lit. "Oh thank goodness. I thought I was gonna have to use the stove in the kitchen and it would be all awkward and anticlimactic. But it lit. Meaning I can do this." She dropped the lighter, igniting the pool of gasoline beneath the chair.

Freddy ran as fast as his legs would let him back to the stage. "Aw come on Freddy!" Pinkie yelled, her voice stating clearly that her sanity had gone out of the nearest window as she appeared in the dining area. The fire had already consumed her body, already forming scars, shorting her hair and causing holes to form in her uniform. "I thought you loved parties!" She kept getting closer, running her hands along two tables as she moved towards the stage. "And what happened to your friends!?" As if on cue, she heard rapidly approaching footsteps as Foxy tackled her to the floor, screeching in her face, only to catch on fire as well. She forced the pirate off and put a hand on Freddy's back, setting him ablaze. They both screeched, as if they were in pain as Bonnie walked into the dining area and began to walk away. "Oh no you don't big guy! I wanna see you smile!" She ran to the bunny, grabbed his back legs, lighting him on fire. "Now, where's Chica?!" A loud clattering of metal came from the kitchen. "There you are!"

She entered the kitchen, finding it harder and harder to move with every passing second as she saw the glowing, white pupils of the chicken-pony. "Hey there Chica! Come on! Join the party!" The animatronic screeched as fire overtook the floor beneath them, and it along with the floor. Pinkie nodded, the pain now setting in fast as she collapsed on the floor. She took one last look at her work; 4 animatronics with burning bodies and smoke coming out from underneath their suits, and a pizzeria that was being burnt to the ground. "It's a party, and everyone's invited." She said, a smile on her face as she let out her final breath.

6 AM

By the time the next morning had rolled around, the fire had stopped and the restaurant was surrounded by news vans, police cruisers and one ambulance. While the exterior looked okay, the inside had definitely seen better days. Several walls, once lined with the drawings of small kids were now scorched black, as were most of the floor. The animatronic suits had most of their felt burnt off, leaving most of the crossbars and other tools to keep the masks and bodies in place exposed, while exoskeletons didn't look like they'd be moving any time soon. And in the center of it all was a well cooked Pinkie, though she wasn't easy to recognize covered in burn scars and having most of the hair on her body burnt off.

"I don't think we can come back from something like this." Big Mac said as he sat on the curb outside the pizzeria.

"As much as I hate to admit it, I think we're finally done." Granny Smith said with a disappointed sigh before pulling out a phone.

"Who're ya calling?" Applebloom asked, staring at her grandmother with curious eyes.

"Oh, these tycoon types who've been trying to buy the rights to this place and everything that comes with it for years." She replied as the phone started ringing.

"Yes, hello? Flim and Flam talking." Came a voice after a few seconds.

"You know who this is and you know why I'm calling." The old woman said bitterly.

"Indeed we do. In fact, we'll probably know all of the details later this morning." A different yet similar voice replied.

"So, will you buy the old place?"

"Buy it? Mrs. Smith, we'll do much more than that Why, in a few years we'll have wiped Freddy's hooves of blood so thoroughly, it'll look like they'd never gotten dirty in the first place." She stayed quiet. "Meet with us later, and we'll discuss the specifics."

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Pizzeria Catches Fire

Local pizzeria, Freddy Fazpony's has entered the news once again after 17 year old night guard, Pinkamena Diane Pie, attempted to burn the restaurant to the ground after only working there 5 days. Upon further research, it was revealed that Ms. Pie had very lackluster mental health, and was likely driven to madness by sleep deprivation.

When asked about what was to be expected next from Freddy Fazpony, owner Granny Smith stated "I've sold the restaurant. You'll probably know who I sold it to in a few weeks. As for me, well, retirement sounds nice right about now." When asked what was to become of the old animatronics, Smith replied with one word; "Scrapped."