Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Sunday June 28th, 1987

Two days had passed since Reynard and Bailey had last been seen, and neither of them had shown up. After church, Gilead, Freddy, and Charlotte arrived at the restaurant to search for their missing friends, hoping against all odds that they would show up.

"We last saw him at Daddy's restaurant, so maybe Bailey just had so much fun that he didn't want to leave?" Freddy wondered aloud.

Charlotte shifted her gaze away from him, unable to look at him in his denial.

Gilead sighed. "Freddy, you and I both know that's not what happened. We'll look for him and Reynard here, but I doubt we'll find them."

"They have to be here!" Freddy whined.

Gilead shook his head and kept walking.

They searched high and low without success until dinner time. The trio took a break to eat, ordering a pizza to share. As they wordlessly ate, a familiar mascot bounced over to their table.

"Golden Freddy!" Freddy cheered.

The mascot laughed. "You've got that right, kiddo!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm glad you asked! I have a special surprise for you three!"

Gilead narrowed his eyes at the costumed employee. He didn't remember the restaurant offering surprise events. Yet, knowing his father, it may have been a new idea he was trying out on him and his friends.

Charlotte giggled. "What kind of surprise, Golden Freddy?"

The mascot dragged two fingers across his lips, mimicking a zipper. "Ah, that's a secret, my dear. You'll have to come with me if you want to see."

Freddy and Charlotte raced from their seats over to the mascot's side. "Let's go! I wanna see the secret!" Freddy exclaimed.

Gilead still couldn't help but question what was going on. Regardless, he wouldn't let his brother wander off alone, even in the restaurant. He stood and joined the two younger children. Whispering to the man in costume, he said, "I don't know what my dad put you up to, but it'd better be good."

"I can assure you, it is," the man replied in the similar tone of voice. He returned to the mascot's personality and said, "Come along!" He sang the tune of a song the band would play as he escorted the trio away, soon bringing them to the restaurant's back room.

"Daddy never lets me back here," Freddy said.

"It'll be our little secret, won't it?" 'Golden Freddy' answered.

Gilead felt a pit in his stomach. He couldn't place why, but his heart raced and his palms grew sweaty at the mere thought of entering the room. He almost wanted to warn Freddy and Charlotte away, but opted against it. Gilead gulped, then looked between the mascot and his friends.

The man proceeded to open the door of the room, then held it open for the children. Freddy and Charlotte bounded in while Gilead looked down the hall before reluctantly joining them. Once they were inside, 'Golden Freddy' entered, shutting and locking the door behind them.

Freddy looked around the back room and asked, "Where's the surprise?"

The mascot removed the head of the costume and quickly took off the body portions of the suit. "Oh, it's here…"

"What do you mean? I don't see any surprise…" Charlotte added.

"Oh, but there is." The man pulled out a pizza cutter and grinned slightly. "It's me."

Gilead stepped in front of Freddy and Charlotte, holding his arms out protectively. "Back off," he growled.

"You're cute, but that's not enough to fool me; to make me think you're innocent. You won't take me alive! They told me what you're going to do!" His hand shook, causing the pizza cutter he guarded himself with to rattle. His faint smile had faded, replaced by a stern expression.

The eldest child tried to back away, but was too late. The crazed man already moved into range and swung the blade across Gilead's stomach. The child shrieked in pain and wrapped his arm around his bleeding torso. He fell to the floor, blood oozing out of his fresh wound onto to the tile floor. He looked up to his brother and met his eyes, seeing a desperate and panicked expression that matched his own. "F-Freddy… Run," he groaned.

As much as he wanted to run away, Freddy couldn't make his legs obey him. "Gilead!" he screamed as he watched his brother's life slowly slip away before his eyes.

"W-Want to join him, huh?" the man taunted, pointing the pizza cutter at the boy's face as he spoke. Freddy looked up at him, eyes wide and tears rolling off his cheeks.

"Or h-how about you?" the man went on, moving the blade to face the girl beside the boy. Charlotte gasped, tears falling from her eyes as well. She shakily took a step back, and the twisted man took it as his cue to make his move. He stepped toward her, the shake in his limbs worsening.

"N-No!" she shrieked. "Stop!"

The man let out a short laugh. He wiped his bloodied hand across his forehead, brushing his hair out of the way. The blood, accompanied by the wild look in his eyes created a truly terrifying scene. "Y-You're with them, I know it!" he screamed, raising the cutter above his head.

Charlotte tried to dodge the attack, but was unable to get away quickly enough. The attacker brought the blade down on her throat, slitting her windpipe open. She tried to cry out, but only gurgling was heard as blood blossomed from her neck.

Freddy grabbed hold of her. "C-Charlotte!" he cried, holding her by the shoulders. She brought her hand up to the wound and gave her friend a helpless look before she lost consciousness in his arms. "No! NO!" he shrieked.

He held onto his friend tightly, determined to protect her. The psychotic man tore the girl from his hands, carelessly letting her tumble to the floor. Freddy was alone and at a clear disadvantage. Gilead was too injured to help him, and Charlotte was rapidly fading away. He closed his eyes, knowing that the end would be near. He thought of the times he'd spent with his dad, with his brother, and with Bailey and Charlotte. He suddenly missed even the most boring things of his life, such as his dull teacher at school and that annoying kid who'd kick his seat at church.

"W-Why are you doing this?" Freddy sobbed. He refused to open his eyes, unwilling to stare down the monster that stood before him.

"You're the one who's out to get me!"

He covered his tear stained face. "No I'm n-not!"

"Don't lie to me! I know what you're going to do," the man growled. "You'll pay."

"I-I'm not goi-" Freddy managed to say before he found the pizza cutter lodged in his chest. The man ripped the tool back out, and the boy desperately grabbed at his chest. He opened his eyes and saw his own blood coating his hands. He began to cry harder from both the pain and impending doom he was facing. He attempted to ignore his own crisis to get to Charlotte, but felt his knees give out before he could. He watched the world around him fade to black as he struggled to remain awake. Unfortunately, he failed.

The man stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by the bodies of his victims. He went over to the girl's body, and hastily slashed 'It's me' into her chest. He shakily headed towards the door, ready to leave. He stopped when he heard a groan behind him. Turning around, he saw the blond boy, the eldest child, standing once more with his arm wrapped around his stomach. The boy was deathly pale, yet a fire still burned in his eyes.

"You w-won't get away with this…" he mumbled, tightening his grip around his torso.

Much to his confusion, Gilead saw a completely different man from before. He almost seemed timid. It wasn't important to him when his brother and his friend were dying. As he turned to help the younger children, the soon-to-be killer lodged the blade into the back of the boy's neck and left it, watching as Gilead collapsed near Freddy.

The blood-covered man ran from the back room and fled the scene, leaving the children to die from their injuries. He was safe, for now.

Bright light pierced his eyes when they opened, finding himself looking up from the floor at the fluorescent lights on the tiled ceiling above. He sat up, and looked around, noticing that he was in the back room of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He smiled and let out a sigh of relief. Yet, when looked down, he saw fuzzy brown legs with oversized feet. He gasped, jolting back suddenly and the legs went with him. "W-What the…?" he asked. His voice was much deeper than it should've been.

"Freddy, you're awake..." He turned and saw a familiar golden face, the very one from before. He screamed and rushed to his feet, determined to get away from the masked evil. Yet, it sounded nothing like that man did. It was a warm, soothing voice. A familiar one.

He stumbled, unbalanced, and felt something catch him. Turning around revealed another familiar face: the white face of the slender tall figure that ran the Prize Corner.

"P-Puppet…?" he asked. "What are you doing here?"

The Puppet simply offered a sad smile. "How are you feeling?"

"What's going on?" Freddy asked.

"There was an… incident." he explained. "Do you remember?"

"Remember what?"

"You… died, Freddy." the golden bear mumbled.

His eyes widened. "D-Died…? That doesn't make sense! I'm here, right in front of you!" Freddy exclaimed.

The seemingly evil suit came up beside him and looked him in the eyes. He took note that they came to the same height as his line of sight, yet he knew himself to only be as tall as the animatronic's hip.

The bear spoke quietly. "Freddy… It's me. Your brother."

"G-Gilead…?" Freddy choked.

He nodded. "I was there… I watched him bring the blade down on you. I-I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him…"

Instead of being upset with him, Freddy hugged him and began to cry, no tears escaping from his animated eyes. Gilead hugged him back, holding his younger brother close to him. "It's going to be alright… D-Dad will take care of us. I'm sure he'll understand."

"Um, actually…" Marionette interrupted.

"What?"

"You can't tell him."

"What…? No, I-I'm going to!" Freddy protested.

The puppet sighed. "It's best that he doesn't know. I'm just like you, actually. My name is James. That same man killed me several years ago, back at the Fredbear's location… Anyway, it'll complicate things if you tell Thomas. It's best if you just support him from the stage. Do your best to do a good job entertaining the other kids."

"What are you talking about?"

"Look at yourself, Freddy. Your dream really did come true," said Gilead. "You're Freddy Fazbear, the leader of the band."

"I am?"

Gilead nodded to a reflective surface in the back room, and Freddy wandered over to it. When he looked into it, he saw Freddy Fazbear's face staring back at him, not his own. He brought his hand to his face, and the reflection mimicked him. "I-I am…"

Gilead hugged Freddy again. " It's alright… We're going to be fine, I just know it."

He nodded and buried his face in his brother's shoulder, wishing that it was only a dream. He desperately hoped he'd wake up and realize that he was lying in bed, in his normal nine-year-old boy body.

He heard footsteps, and when he looked up, Bonnie the Bunny was standing in front of him.

"Bonnie…?"

The animatronic shook its head with a bleak smile. "Wrong, dummy!"

He stared at the rabbit in confusion.

It rolled its eyes. "'Bailey Olsen.' Sound familiar?"

Freddy's eyes widened. "Bailey? That's you?"

He nodded. "Sure is!" He smiled a little more. "This is really weird, isn't it?"

"Y-Yeah…" Freddy mumbled. "How did you get here?"

"Me? Well, remember when I said my dad was coming to get me from the pizzeria when I last saw ya?"

He nodded.

His head fell a little. "He was late. Then some guy in a gold suit told me to follow him to the back room because there was some cool thing back there or whatever. I saw Reynard there, so I followed him… Welp, here I am now. I somehow got in this suit or something..." He closed his eyes and sighed, continuing in a hollow voice, "I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe him…"

"Wait, Reynard's here?" Gilead asked.

Bailey nodded. "He came with me to the back room…"

He frowned. "He didn't get out either, I guess…"

"He's in one of the suits, so you can go talk to him later."

"At least there's that…"

"What happened to Charlotte?" Freddy interjected.

James answered him. "Look." He gestured to the corner, where Chica the Chicken's suit sat.

Bailey's eyes widened. "Not her, too…"

Freddy and Bailey rushed over to their friend's side, gently tapping her on the shoulder. "Charlotte…?" Freddy began.

"Come on, Char, wake up!" Bailey encouraged.

Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked up and raised an eyebrow at them. "Freddy, Bonnie…? What's going on?"

"More like Bailey and, uh… Freddy." Bailey corrected.

"Huh…?"

"It's us, your friends." Freddy added.

James slid over to the group. "You remember what happened, don't you?"

She nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry but you… Well, you didn't survive the injury."

Her eyes widened in shock. "W-What do you mean…?"

James remained silent, only offering his hand to help her up in response. She took it and stood, looking down at her feet as she did.

"You're in one of the suits now," James told her. "Chica's suit, to be exact. So, uh, welcome to your new body…"

Chica began to cry. "This can't be happening! T-This doesn't make sense! I want to go home…"

Freddy and Bailey instinctively hugged her, and she wrapped her arms around the two of them.

"We can't…" Bailey mourned.

"At least we have each other… Right?" Freddy reminded them.

Chica hugged them tighter, giving a slight nod of acknowledgement.

While they were talking, Foxy the Pirate entered the room. "What's going on in here?"

Gilead looked up at him, not placing who it was. The fox was equally puzzled.

James smiled a little. "Reynard, great of you to join us."

"R-Reynard…?"

"Yes… And you are?"

Gilead smiled. "Reynard, I'm here too. It's Gilead."

Reynard smiled grimly. "You got dragged into this too, huh?" He went over and hugged his friend, his ears flattening and his tail swishing behind him nervously. "I'm sorry…"

"It's not your fault. We'll be fine, I'm sure of it." Gilead chuckled quietly. "On the bright side, we don't have to play that E.T. game again."

He snorted a laugh. "At least that."

James cleared his throat to get their attention. "Now that you're all here, we have to set some rules."

"Rules?" they asked collectively.

He nodded. "As I've said before, you can't tell the staff about who any of you are. That includes Thomas. I've been here since the Fredbear's Family Diner days and, even still, no one knows I'm here." James smiled slightly, and added quietly, "At least I have some friends now… Oh, also, because they can't know you're here, you need to stay in character during the day. You'll need to sing the songs and move rigidly to avoid suspicion."

"I know how the songs go," Freddy said.

"That's perfect. It'll make things easier for all of us."

He looked to his friends and brother, noticing the decided lack of happiness in their eyes. He himself felt the pangs of loss, but he knew there were no decisions to be made about his new reality. Freddy, despite having wanted to be the Freddy Fazbear for years, couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"How did you… do this?" Reynard inquired.

"I found you all on the night of your murders, since I wander around when the staff leave. Since I'm just like you, I wanted to… help." he explained. "I wanted to give you the gift of a second chance at life. I know it's far from ideal, but it's something. I don't think I can explain exactly how I did this, but, I managed to bind your souls to the suits, so you can have life once again. It's complicated."

"So we're stuck here?" Charlotte asked.

James frowned slightly. "I wouldn't put it like that, but in a way, yes."

"At least we're here together." Freddy said.

Bailey perked up a little. "Yeah, come on! Let's go explore! It's been so boring being here without you guys!"

The animatronics left the back room and began to check out their new home. Upon entering the Games Area, the kids immediately made their ways to the arcade machines and began to play all night. If they couldn't fight their new existence, they could at least learn to make the best of it.