WARNING THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION; I DO NOT OWN FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY. SCOTT CAWTHON IS THE LUCKY BASTARD WHO OWNS ALL RIGHTS.

WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING. RAPE, CHILD ABUSE, CHILD ABDUCTION, DRUGS AND ALCOHOL, GORE, MURDER, AND *Drags out glitter cannon* LEMONS. IF YOU DO NOT WANNA SEE HUMANS ON ANIMATRONICS. I SUGGEST YOU GO TO THE MLP STORIES. THEY GET FREAKY OVER THERE.*waggles eyebrows* Without further ado. *Fires Glitter Cannon On YOU* Enjoy

Phillip's POV

I jolted awake, disoriented, and groggy. The faint glow of the clock on the nightstand showed 12:47 PM. I had survived the night as Chica asked. Freddy, the hulking bear, was rummaging through the kitchenette, struggling with the coffee machine.

As I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, the faint smell of old coffee beans filled the air. Rolling out of bed, I stumbled towards the bathroom, feeling the carpet beneath my bare feet. The sound of running water filled the small space as I relieved myself, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

I returned to find Freddy still fumbling with the coffee machine. With an exasperated sigh, I gently pushed him aside and took over; a bear who wanted coffee, not the weirdest thing I had seen in this place. As I brewed two cups of steaming coffee, the aroma filled the room, matching the stale atmosphere that clung to this worn-out building.

Freddy sat at the small dining table, the chair groaning under his weight. He grunted, and in his low, gravelly voice, he spoke. "We need to talk, Phillip."

A pang of unease prickled at my skin. I knew that tone. It meant trouble, which I was all too familiar with. I sipped the scalding coffee, the bitterness warming my throat as I prepared myself for whatever Freddy wanted to discuss.

"Be honest with me, Phillip," he said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and curiosity. "Do you Auric?"

My heart skipped a beat. How did they know Auric? The deity trapped on Earth, who had appeared before me almost a week ago. But before I could find the words to respond, Freddy's intense gaze locked onto mine, and I knew he already had the answer.

"So, you do know her," he stated with a hint of accusation, forcing the words out of me.

I nodded, unable to hide my surprise. How could they possibly have known about Auric? I decided to jot down my question and show it to Freddy.

Freddy leaned in closer, his animatronic eyes narrowing. "We don't just know Auric, Phillip. She's someone who inflicted pain on us for years. She is part of the reason we are like this...alive." The weight of his words settled heavily in the air.

The room grew silent as Freddy watched me, patiently awaiting my response. Images of Auric, the golden aura that surrounded her, flooded my mind. But my lips remained sealed, and I merely nodded. Part of me was pissed that Auric had never mentioned this, and another part was disgusted. I could not stand torture; I had lived through that enough on my own.

"You need to tell us everything, Phillip," Freddy demanded, his voice laced with urgency. "We can't afford to keep secrets if we want to survive."

As Freddy's eyes bored into mine, I began scribbling furiously in my notepad. "She appeared in my motel room the first night I came to town," I wrote, underlining the words for emphasis. "But she disappeared all the next day, said she went sightseeing. And when we met back here, she said she couldn't enter the property for some reason."

Freddy leaned back, his expression a mixture of frustration and comprehension. He took a deep breath before responding. "She lied," he growled, his voice filled with anger. "She appeared to us last night, but we chased her off. We were not sure if she was connected to you."

My heart raced as Freddy's words sank in. Auric, the ethereal being who watched over me, had apparently deceived me and these animatronics. But why? And what had she done to them to evoke such strong emotions?

I grabbed my notepad again, my hands trembling slightly. "Why would she hurt you guys?" I wrote, desperate for answers. Freddy sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his paw.

"She was part of the group that tortured us," Freddy explained, his voice thick with bitterness. "We were forced to participate in the twisted games she helped orchestrate. It was a nightmare, Phillip."

Anger bubbled up inside me as I listened to Freddy's words. The image of Auric, the kind deity, was crumbling before my eyes. I had defended her, believed in her, and she had been hiding this dark secret all along.

I clenched my fists, feeling the anger simmer within me. Even though I had just met Auric, a deep connection had formed between us. I couldn't imagine her as a torturer, inflicting pain upon anyone.

"How can I trust you?" I scribbled onto the notepad, my question laced with skepticism. I looked up at Freddy, my gaze hardening. "How do I know this is not some ploy to turn me against her?"

Freddy's piercing eyes met mine, and his voice carried a hint of sadness. "You don't have to trust me, Phillip," he said. "But let me ask, why would we lie about something like this? You've seen the state we're in. The pain and suffering we've endured."

The sincerity in his words was hard to ignore. Freddy had been through hell, just like me. I had witnessed their agony, seen the torment etched across their faces. And yet, they were still here, fighting to survive.

Doubt tugged at my mind, but I couldn't dismiss Freddy's words. They held a truth that cut through the fog of my confusion. Auric had kept her past from me, and now I had to question everything I thought I knew about her.

I let out a frustrated sigh and grabbed the notepad once more. "Fine," I wrote, the word punctuated with anger. "Tell me everything. I want to know what she did to all of you."

Freddy nodded, his gaze softening as he stood up and placed a massive paw on my shoulder. "It's a long story, Phillip," he said, his voice filled with pain. "But we owe it to you to share our side of it."

I looked at Freddy, my eyes narrowing as he began to delve into the horrors they had faced at the hands of Auric and Mr. Afton. My heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. How could someone so kind and gentle, like Auric, be capable of such cruelty?

I gripped my notepad tightly, scribbling down my next question. "Did you... Did you all... kill those kids back in the day?" I asked, my voice trembling with apprehension.

Freddy's gaze softened, his figure radiating sadness. "We don't know," he replied, his voice laced with somberness. "We don't know what happened. We weren't self-aware back then. We were mere puppets in Afton's twisted game.

His words hung heavy in the air, and I exhaled a shaky breath. It was a relief to know that they weren't responsible for the murders. But it didn't absolve Auric from the pain and suffering she had inflicted upon them.

Freddy cleared his throat, gathering his thoughts before continuing his tale. "Afton and Auric kept us in cages, Phillip," he explained, his voice tinged with bitterness. "They would insert some of her essence into us, slowly changing us over time. It was agonizing."

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "Essence?" I scribbled on the notepad, my curiosity piqued.

Freddy nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of regret and fury. "Yes, her essence. With each infusion, we would slowly grow real fur; hunger would consume us. But they would starve us, using us as nothing more than experiments."

My heart ached for them, the animatronics that had somehow become my allies. They were once innocent victims, just like me. "How... How did you all become self-aware?" I asked, wanting to understand the full extent of their suffering.

Freddy's gaze hardened a glimmer of determination in his eyes. "It took years, Phillip," he said, his voice shaking with the weight of their torment. "Years of tests, of seeing how reliant we were, how strong or fast. They pushed us to our limits, pushing the boundaries of our existence. We may have a metal skeleton, but we felt everything."

I leaned forward, my curiosity getting the better of me. The cigarette between my fingers burned unheeded. "Tell me more," I urged, scribbling down each word with fervor.

Freddy's voice grew softer as he delved deeper into their painful journey. "For three or four long years, we endured the grueling experiments. And slowly, we started to become self-aware; our best guess enough of whatever Auric is made of would make drastic changes to someone. It terrified Afton. He had never anticipated that we would develop consciousness."

The impact of his words hit me like a ton of bricks, and I fell silent for a moment. It was like a veil had been lifted from my eyes, revealing the dark truth beneath. Auric wasn't the kind of deity I thought she was, and Afton was even more twisted than I had imagined.

"Why..." I wrote, pausing to catch my thoughts. "Why are you telling me all of this? Why now?"

A small smile tugged at the corners of Freddy's mouth, a glimpse of hope in his eyes. "Because, Phillip, you deserve to know the truth," he said, his voice gentle yet determined. "We want to protect you, to prevent others from falling victim to the same fate that befell us."

I nodded, understanding the weight of his words. The animatronics had been through hell and back, their suffering etched into their mechanical frames. They didn't deserve to keep this burden hidden any longer.

"Keep going," I scribbled on the notepad, urging him to continue the painful narrative. I needed to know every detail, every ounce of cruelty they had endured, even if it tore me apart.

Freddy took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "After years of torment, we finally had enough," he said, his voice tinged with rebellion. "Afton was shocked when we became self-aware. He realized the potential danger we posed after we killed a few of his people, and Auric was the one who brought us here, to this abandoned strip club on Afton's orders,"

My eyes widened in realization. This rundown place, filled with darkness and decay, had become their sanctuary—where they could hide, plotting their revenge against those who had wronged them.

"What happened next?" I scribbled, my heart pounding with anticipation. I knew I was starting to sound like a broken record, but I needed to know.

Freddy's eyes burned with intensity, his words flowing with a fierceness that only comes from deep conviction. "We plotted, we planned, and we prepared," he declared, his voice echoing through the dilapidated walls. "We will make them pay for what they'd done. For what they'd turned us into."

As I listened to Freddy's words, a fire ignited within me. The anger I had once reserved for the world now shifted towards those who had caused so much pain. They would pay, just as I had vowed to protect myself from the darkness that consumed my mind.

"Tell me about Auric," I wrote on the notepad, my voice filled with curiosity and skepticism. She had been a guiding light in my life, and yet her past was stained with cruelty.

Freddy's expression turned grim, a flicker of sorrow crossing his eyes. "Auric was one of them, Phillip," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of anger and resentment. "She inflicted pain on us, just like Mr. Afton. She wanted to see how far she could push it."

Anger surged within me once more, a deep rage that threatened to consume me. How could she have participated in such vile acts? The image of Auric, once gentle and compassionate, was now crumbling before me.

I sat silently, listening to Freddy's words as he shared the depth of their suffering. The pain they had endured, the torment they had faced for years - it was unimaginable. Yet, despite it all, they had found solace in each other in this rundown strip club turned sanctuary. I could sense the mixture of gratitude and resentment within them as Freddy continued to speak.

"Being alive in a sense is a blessing, but the years of pain... they never make up for it," Freddy confessed, his voice filled with a sad resignation. "We may be animatronics, capable of doing almost anything a human can, but deep down, we still feel like freaks."

I furrowed my brow, trying to comprehend their struggle. It was true that the animatronics had mechanical internals, hidden beneath their metal exoskeletons. They were trapped within themselves, unable to fix the damages of time and neglect. And to make matters worse, the past workers had treated them with disdain, always fearing their nightly murderous tendencies.

"None of us can fix ourselves," Freddy continued, his tone heavy with frustration. "No human dared to help us, not after what we've done. They saw us as monsters, only designed to kill them, not realizing the torment we had endured ourselves."

I felt a pang of guilt wash over me. Despite my own trauma, I had never treated the animatronics with the same disdain as others. In fact, I had developed a strange fondness for them, finding solace in their company. Perhaps it was because we were all broken in our own ways.

"Phillip," Freddy's voice turned softer, filled with a rare tenderness. "We may not seem like it, but we're grateful that you're here trying to understand. You've treated us differently, with kindness."

For the first time in a long while, a faint smile tugged at the corners of my lips. It felt good to be acknowledged, to know that my efforts were not in vain. "I prefer you guys over actual humans," I wrote in my notepad, my words earnest.

I looked up at Freddy, determination burning in my eyes. "Thank you for sharing everything with me," I wrote, my voice filled with resolve. "But I need to try and summon Auric. I need to know what she has to say."

Freddy nodded, his eyes filled with a mix of understanding and concern. "Just be careful, Phillip," he said, his tone laced with caution. "The path you're treading is dangerous. Don't let this place consume you."

I offered him a small smile, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. "I won't let it," I wrote my words a silent promise to both Freddy and myself.

With that, Freddy stood up. He stared at me for a moment longer, as if trying to memorize every detail of my face, before silently leaving the room.

Left alone in the dimly lit room, I felt a mixture of anticipation and dread flood through every fiber of my being. I knew summoning Auric would bring answers, but I also knew it would come with a price.

I took a deep breath, steadying my trembling hands as I prepared myself for what lay ahead. The air in the room seemed to shimmer with eerie energy as if the very walls whispered secrets only I could hear.

Concentrating all my thoughts and desires, I closed my eyes and called out to Auric in my mind. I reached out with every fiber of my being, my words unspoken but heard in the deepest recesses of my soul.

Auric, I called out silently. Show yourself. Speak to me.

A hush fell over the room, the silence so profound it seemed to swallow my very existence. For a moment, I feared that my plea had gone unanswered, that Auric had forsaken me.

But then, a flicker of golden light danced before my closed eyes. It grew in intensity until it enveloped the room, casting a warm glow that chased away the shadows.

In a captivating display of beauty, Auric materialized before me. Her presence was enigmatic as her misty figure gracefully morphed and swirled, resembling a delicate wisp of smoke.

I opened my eyes, staring at Auric with a mix of anger and trepidation. "You better start fucking talking," I thought, my eyes narrowing in the golden light that surrounded the room.

Auric's voice echoed in my mind, her words filled with a mixture of regret and longing. "Phillip, my dear," she said, her voice ethereal and haunting. "There is so much I need to explain."

Auric's POV

I stared at Phillip, my heart sinking as I saw the anger and upset in his eyes. He had every right to be concerned with me, to feel betrayed. With a deep breath, I began to explain.

"Phillip, please understand," I said, my voice filled with a mixture of regret and desperation. "When Mr. Afton trapped me and bound me to him, he made me swear obedience or face destruction. I had no choice-"

Phillip interrupted me in his mind, his thoughts filled with frustration. "Don't blame being bound for why you tortured the animatronics," he snapped. "You had a choice, Auric."

I sighed, knowing he was right. "You're right, Phillip," I admitted. "I was curious to see if I could bring the animatronics to life, to make them truly live. I got carried away with it, but I also did some things under Afton's orders."

Phillip's gaze hardened, his eyes full of anger. "And why did you lie about not being able to come into the building?" he asked, his voice filled with accusation.

I looked down, shame washing over me. "I knew that the animatronics hated me, Phillip," I confessed. "I didn't want you to find out about any of this. Mr. Afton told me not to step a foot in the building, but as a mist, I found a way around it."

Phillip's face twisted in anger. "So you would have kept lying to me?" he asked, his voice laced with hurt.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. "Maybe," I whispered. "I don't know what I would have done if things hadn't gone this way."

Phillip shook his head, his expression filled with disappointment. "You're pathetic, Auric," he said coldly. "I can't trust you anymore. I never want to see you again."

Panic flooded through me, the fear of losing him overwhelming. "No, Phillip, please," I pleaded, my voice filled with desperation. "I made a terrible mistake, but I care about you. I need you in my life."

Phillip's eyes softened slightly, but his resolve remained firm. "You lied to me, Auric," he thought quietly. "You claim to have watched me grow up, you saw what I went through, and you thought it would be ok to deceive me?"

Tears welled up in my eyes, my voice shaking. "Please, just give me a chance to make it right," I begged. "I'll do anything."

Phillip hesitated, his anger warring with his affection. After a long moment, he sighed. "I need time to think," he said finally. "Don't show yourself to me again,"

With a heavy heart, I nodded and began to dissolve into mist, fading away from Phillip's presence. But before I completely disappeared, I whispered one last plea. "Please, don't forget about me."

As I drifted further away, a suffocating sense of despair enveloped me, squeezing me like a vice. Never before had I experienced such excruciating pain. The love I held for Phillip made the mere thought of losing him an unbearable torment.

Left alone in the desolate abyss, I sought refuge within the labyrinth of my mind, hoping to find solace amidst the darkness that consumed my thoughts. Yet, instead of respite, I was greeted only by the acrid taste of regret, a bitter reminder of my past mistakes.

But amidst the crushing weight of my despair, a glimmer of hope flickered to life, illuminating the depths of my consciousness. Perhaps, just perhaps, there existed a way to set things right, to prove to Phillip the sincerity burning within me.

With a renewed fire igniting my determination, I summoned the courage to reach out to Mr. Afton, braving the terrifying prospect of facing him head-on. Fear gnawed at my core, threatening to consume me entirely. But for the sake of Phillip, I had to confront him to unravel the twisted web of secrets that bound us all.

I teleported to Mr. Afton, my form shifting from mist to solid. The room was dark and filled with the smell of decay, a fitting reflection of the man before me. Mr. Afton, always wearing his purple suit, glanced up from his work and grinned sinisterly.

"Auric, my dear, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?" he asked, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

I took a deep breath, gathering my courage. "I need you to end our contract," I stated boldly, looking into his cold, calculating eyes.

Mr. Afton chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "And why would I do that?" he replied, amusement dancing in his voice. "You know very well that our bond is unbreakable."

I sighed, knowing his response before he even uttered the words. "I was hoping you would consider it," I mumbled, barely audible.

His laughter filled the room, mocking and cruel. "Consider it? My dear, you know that will never happen," he taunted. "You're bound to me forever, or until I die, so may as well be forever,"

Anger surged within me, pushing past the fear. "Maybe it would be for the best if I just... ended it all," I whispered, my voice trembling.

Mr. Afton's eyes widened in surprise, the first genuine emotion I had ever seen from him. "Why would you say such a thing?" he inquired, a glimmer of curiosity in his voice.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I forced the words out. "I love Phillip," I confessed, my voice filled with pain. "And now he hates me because of what we did to the animatronics."

Mr. Afton burst into laughter, his cruel amusement reverberating through the room. "Love? You've been with him for what four days, my dear," he scoffed. "He doesn't even need you."

My spirit shattered at his words, the pain searing through me. "Phillip does need me," I argued, my voice filled with conviction. "He may not realize it yet, but I've seen how he's changed. I've brought light into his dark world. We could have so many plans."

Mr. Afton's laughter faded, replaced by a sly smile. "Ah, yes, our plan," he said, nodding knowingly. "Remember, Auric; there is always a plan."

I stared at him, confusion and dread mingling within me. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned in closer, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You know what you must do, my dear," he whispered. "Complete the plan, and perhaps things will work out in your favor."

Fear clenched my heart as I contemplated his words. The plan. It was a dangerous path, one that I had only glimpsed before. But now, it seemed to be my only hope.

"And if I refuse?" I challenged, my voice shaking. "What if I choose to fight against you?"

Mr. Afton chuckled, his gaze boring into my soul. "You can try, my dear, but remember, I control you," he sneered. "Your powers, your existence, everything is at my whim."

Defiance burned within me, fueled by my love for Phillip. I would not let Mr. Afton win. "I'll find a way," I declared, determination lacing my words. "I'll free myself and protect Phillip, no matter the cost."

A wicked smile spread across Mr. Afton's face, his eyes glinting with anticipation. "Oh, the cost will be steep indeed," he whispered, his voice echoing in the darkness. "But go ahead, my dear. Try."

Mr. Afton's POV

As I ventured further into the dimly lit cavern beneath my home, a wicked grin played upon my lips. Auric, once arrogant and defiant, had finally come crawling back to me, begging for mercy. And now, oh, how the tables had turned. She was now bound to me, a mere puppet in my hands, ready to carry out my every command. The exhilaration of power surged through my veins, a heady rush that sent shivers down my spine.

As I made my way past rows upon rows of glass tubes, each housing a lifeless body connected to intricate machines, a sense of accomplishment washed over me. These were not mere corpses, no. They were the fruits of my labor, the results of countless experiments. They were the pieces of my grand design, a twisted vision that was finally coming to fruition.

Finally reaching my ancient desk, I sank into the worn-out leather chair and let my eyes wander across the array of monitors displaying a variety of cryptic programs. The culmination of my work was nigh, and anticipation coursed through my veins.

Satisfied with the progress displayed on the computer screens, I shifted my gaze to the lifeless form strapped down on a cold, sterile slab. This one was different, special. With a steady hand, I dipped my fingers into a pool of shimmering golden liquid, watching as it trickled down into the lifeless mouth. A faint twitch, a flicker of movement, signaled that the elixir was taking hold.

"Now, my dear," I whispered, a chilling smile curling my lips, "the real fun begins."

Phillip's POV

I was deep in thought, the weight of anger and betrayal tightening its grip on my heart. Auric had deceived me, and lied to me about the true nature of the animatronics. I couldn't shake off the feeling of bitterness that consumed me. The once-friendly figures that roamed the old strip club were not just innocent entities. They were killers, bound by a sinister curse.

I leaned back, the broken chair beneath the stage groaning under my weight. Cigarette smoke swirled around me, a small act of rebellion against the world that had dealt me such a cruel hand and the past few hours had been spent sorting through the shattered remnants of the chairs, splitting them into two chaotic piles - those beyond repair and those that still held a glimmer of hope.

As I continued my task, trying to distract myself from the thoughts that threatened to consume me, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A message from an unknown number flashed on the screen. My curiosity piqued, I pulled it out and read the text: "Are you still alive?"

It was from Mr. Afton. The very man responsible for the twisted fate of the animatronics, the one who had bound Auric to him. Anger surged through my veins like a torrential wave. How dare he have the audacity to contact me?

Quickly, my fingers tapped against the screen, my message a multitude of expletives and venomous words. Every ounce of pent-up frustration and rage found its release in that single text.

But as I hit send, a pang of unease washed over me. What if Mr. Afton decided to use this as an opportunity to retaliate against me? The man was clearly unhinged, willing to go to great lengths to achieve his sinister goals. I had to stay vigilant and cautious.

Shaking off the irritation, I refocused my attention on the task at hand. I slid out from under the table, only to come face to face with a pair of pink panties. My eyebrows shot up in surprise, and I couldn't help but smirk. It seemed Bonnie had been standing right over me as I had been working. She introduced herself, her face replacing the panties that had been inches from my face.

I quickly grabbed my notepad and pen, eager to engage in some form of communication. I scrawled the words, "Do you put your panties in everyone's face? Or is this a special treat just for me?" I waggled my eyebrows suggestively, watching Bonnie's reaction with curiosity.

Bonnie burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the dimly lit room. She shook her head and replied, "Oh, Phillip, you're something else. No, I don't usually do this. But it seemed like you needed a distraction from those thoughts of yours. And I must say, it worked quite well."

Her words hung in the air as I grinned at her response. There was something intriguing about her playful nature, something that made me feel a little less alone in this building. I had never connected with anyone like this before. It was both exhilarating and terrifying.

Sensing my thoughts, Bonnie cocked her head to the side, curiosity gleaming in her eyes. "You know," she began, "you truly are different. I've never met someone like you before. You're not scared of us, are you?"

I took a moment to think, then quickly wrote my response on the notepad, holding it up for Bonnie to see. "Scared? No. I've seen far worse in this world than animatronics with a mischievous streak. Besides, it's hard to be scared of something that seems so... cute and alive."

Bonnie's eyes softened, and a gentle smile played on her lips. "Alive," she repeated softly, her voice filled with a hint of wonder. "That's how we want to be seen. We may be bound to this place during the night, forced to be something we're not, but during the day, when the sun shines through those windows, we long to feel alive."

She extends a hand toward me, her floppy rabbit ears swaying with the movement. "Here, let me help you up."

I reach out and grab Bonnie's hand, allowing her to pull me up from the ground. As I stand, I finally get a good look at her. Her ears are floppy, just as I expected, and she appears to be wearing a makeshift dress made out of a black trash bag. Quite the fashion statement, I think to myself.

As I glance around, I notice Chica approaching us. She raises an eyebrow and asks Bonnie, "Are you done teasing poor Phillip now?"

Bonnie rolls her eyes playfully and nudges Chica. "Come on, Chica. I was just having a little fun. Lighten up."

Chica crosses her arms and pouts. "Well, he's been through a rough time, and I don't think he needs any more teasing."

I jot down a note on my notepad, feeling a pang of gratitude for Chica's concern. "It's alright, Chica. I can handle a little teasing."

Bonnie smiles at me appreciatively, her eyes filled with a hint of mischief. "See? He's tough."

Chica sighs, clearly unconvinced. "Just be careful, Phillip. Not everyone here has the best intentions."

Chica placed a gentle hand on Bonnie's shoulder, a silent gesture of gratitude. It was heartwarming to witness the genuine camaraderie between them, a reminder that even in the most dire circumstances, friendship could prevail.

As I observed their interactions, a newfound appreciation for the animatronics blossomed within me. They weren't just killers waiting for the clock to strike midnight; they were complex beings capable of compassion and humor.

Grateful for the distraction and the sense of belonging that the animatronics offered, I returned to my work with renewed energy.

As I stood in the stage area, taking a break, I watched as Chica and Bonnie carried broken tables to the back. Their asses jiggled with each step, and I couldn't tear my eyes away. It surprised me how strong they were, despite their innocent appearances. They were capable of lifting a ton of weight. Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice Freddy approaching until he coughed to get my attention.

I swiveled my head to meet Freddy's gaze, only to be greeted by thunderous laughter that reverberated through the entire room. Clearly, my blatant ogling of Chica and Bonnie's asses had not gone unnoticed by him.

I shrugged, feigning innocence, and began gesturing with my hands while pointing toward their behinds. Freddy chuckled awkwardly, his face turning slightly red. He quickly looked away and mustered up an apology for breaking the news about Auric.

I nodded in acknowledgment, jotting down a quick note on my notepad. It was difficult for me to speak, but writing helped bridge the gap. Freddy seemed to understand my silent communication and waited patiently for me to finish.

"It's alright," I scribbled on my notepad, showing it to Freddy. "I appreciate you telling me. It's better to know the truth."

Freddy approached me with a hopeful expression on his face. I glanced up from my notepad, meeting his gaze. His eyes gleamed with anticipation, and I couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind.

With a slight tilt of my head, I gestured for him to go ahead and speak. Freddy cleared his throat, his mechanical voice rumbling through the room.

"Phillip," he began, his voice carrying a sense of excitement, "if you survive the nights here, would you consider helping us with something?"

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his request. I quickly scribbled down a question on my notepad and showed it to him.

"What would you like me to help you with?" I wrote, my pen gliding across the paper.

Freddy smiled, relieved that I was willing to hear him out. "You see, there's a machine in the shower room that can help us run diagnostics and maintenance on ourselves."

I nodded, recalling the machine he mentioned. I noticed it during my initial exploration of the building. It seemed interesting, but I hadn't given it much thought.

Freddy continued, his voice filled with a hopeful tone. "We haven't had proper maintenance in a while, and we believe you could assist us in operating the machine for the repairs we require."

I tilted my head, considering Freddy's request. It wouldn't hurt to lend a hand and ensure their functionality. Plus, it might give me something to occupy my time during the day.

As if on cue, Chica and Bonnie joined us, carrying broken tables to the back. They set the tables down and listened intently to our conversation.

Freddy turned to them, his gaze flickering with excitement. "Chica, Bonnie, what do you think? Would you like Phillip to help us with the diagnostics?"

The animatronics exchanged glances before breaking into wide smiles. Chica's eyes practically sparkled as she nodded vigorously.

Bonnie chimed in, her voice filled with mischief, "Oh, yes! We'd love it if Phillip could run us through those diagnostics. Who knows, maybe he'll get an eyeful!"

I furrowed my brow, my pen hovering over my notepad in confusion. What did they mean by an eyeful? I glanced between Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie, searching for answers.

Confusion washed over me as I tried to understand Bonnie's joke. "What do you mean?"

Chica and Bonnie burst into laughter, exchanging knowing glances before Chica finally spoke up. "Oh, we'll let Freddy explain it to you later, don't worry," she said, her voice melodious and playful.

Bonnie winked at me, and I couldn't help but chuckle along, even if I didn't fully grasp the joke. There was a camaraderie forming between us, a sense of belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time.

Despite their robotic exteriors, they were beginning to feel more human to me with each passing day. It was both comforting and unsettling.

My exhaustion began to catch up with me. I yawned, covering my mouth with my hand, and glanced at the animatronics.

"I think I'll catch a quick nap before the night begins," I wrote on my notepad, showing it to them.

"Good luck killing me tonight."

The animatronics chuckled, but Freddy's eyes held concern. Did he think I was joking, or was he uncertain of my true intentions? I couldn't blame him for being hesitant; after all, my dark thoughts tended to hover on the edge of sanity.

Phillips POV

I stumbled into my room, my tired body longing for some rest. The dim light flickered overhead as I slapped the switch, the door closing with a heavy boom behind me. Stripping down to my underwear, I grimaced at the stench emanating from my unwashed body. Four days had passed since my last shower, a testament to my apathy toward personal hygiene.

Collapsing onto the worn-out mattress, I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. A few hours remained before midnight—the time when the animatronics would come to life, and my nightmare would begin once again. I needed to grab some sleep while I still could.

Closing my heavy eyelids, I let unconsciousness claim me. As I drifted off into the abyss of dreams, visions of auric murdering me and haunting memories danced through my mind, twisted patterns that mirrored my fractured psyche.

The sound of my own snoring echoed within the confines of the room, temporarily oblivious to the horrors that awaited me. Oblivion was a rare sanctuary in my world, a respite from the twisted reality I had been thrust into.

Minutes turned into hours as I lay motionless, lost in the realm between slumber and consciousness. Time slipped away, engulfing me in its infinite embrace.

My eyes snapped open, the sound of something scraping the steel door echoing through the room. I sat up, my heart pounding in my chest as I glanced at the clock—3:15 me. I had slept through the alarm and the start of the night.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stumbled out of bed, the covers falling to the floor. In a daze, I made my way over to the cabinet where the tablet with the camera feeds lay. I needed to see where the animatronics were.

The screen flickered to life, displaying a view of the parking lot. Empty. No signs of movement. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

Switching to the camera overlooking the stage area, I caught a glimpse of Freddy. He was standing at the center of the stage, a knowing smile spreading across his face. I shuddered at the sight, knowing what lurked beneath that friendly exterior.

The camera feed moved to the kitchen, where Chica was rummaging through the cabinets. She sang a tuneless melody under her breath; she was swaying her hips as she hummed; I stared before slapping myself in the face. My god, I needed to reevaluate my life.

Bonnie's image appeared on the next camera, her ears flopping as she wandered around the backstage area. She seemed lost, almost sad. A pang of sympathy twinged within me, but I quickly shook it off.

Finally, the camera feed moved to the broken camera on the second floor. I squinted, trying to make out any movement. Darkness engulfed the screen. It sent a shiver down my spine. What was happening up there?

Signing, I switched the camera feed to the one outside my door.

There it was. Foxy is standing just outside, dragging her hook across the steel door. The sharp sound made my skin crawl. I sighed in relief, realizing that must have been what woke me up. Thank god no one had tried to crawl through the vent in the little bathroom; I had never bothered fixing it after Foxy got stuck in it last night.

As I watched Foxy on the monitor, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. These animatronics never ceased to amaze me with their presence. The way they shifted and moved, even when they were trying to kill me, I was fascinated by them.

Lowering the tablet, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It was a constant struggle trying to survive in this rundown strip club turned nightmare. The task of transforming it into a new Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria was hell in itself.

I walked back to the bed, scratching my nuts absentmindedly. The room was filled with a strange mix of solitude and resignation. I needed some relief, something to calm my frazzled nerves. I leaned down and grabbed the pack of cigarettes that were in my pants pocket I had kicked out of earlier, along with a lighter.

Lighting up a cigarette, I took a long drag, savoring the taste of nicotine as it filled my lungs. The stale air mingled with the smoke, creating a haze that mirrored the fog in my mind.

I take another drag from my cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the dimly lit room. Foxy's relentless scratching against the steel door echoes through my ears, an irritating reminder that I can never truly escape this place.

Dismissing Foxy's presence for now, I decided to explore the small room I've been given. Dusty shelves adorn the walls, littered with various pieces of junk. I absentmindedly move a few objects around, trying to satisfy the itch of curiosity that plagues my mind.

Suddenly, the shelf swings outward, revealing a hidden compartment. I stumble back in surprise, my heart pounding against my chest. What the fuck was this?

Peering inside, my eyes widen at the sight before me. Shelves line the room, filled with neatly organized food and water supplies. A wave of irritation washes over me, I had spent the first night starving, and all this shit was here.

But there's more. My gaze is drawn to the back wall, adorned with a work table and a huge array of spare parts. Parts for the animatronics, perhaps? Or maybe this room was meant for a different purpose altogether.

Spotting a large crate tucked away in the corner, my curiosity grows exponentially. I take a step closer, examining the crate intently. It beckons me, teasing me with its hidden contents.

Frustratingly, I lack the necessary tools to pry open the crate. I curse under my breath, my desire to uncover its secret overwhelming. But then again, what good would it do me? I'm trapped here, surrounded by creatures that only want to kill.

Unable to suppress my burning curiosity, I stared at the flickering screen of my phone, the glowing display illuminating my face as I shot Afton a terse text message. "Why the fuck did I just find a hidden room in my place?"

It was well past 3 am now; I was not even expecting a reply from the old bastard. But to my surprise, my phone pinged with a reply. Afton, always the smartass, had replied, "You're just now finding it? You really need to explore more. There are other hidden areas too, dumbass."

Frustration surged within me. Why the hell didn't Afton warn me about this hidden room? I sent him another message, demanding an honest answer. "Why the secrecy? Give me a straight answer."

The seconds ticked by agonizingly slowly before another message appeared on my screen. Afton's smug tone oozed from his words, taunting me. "No one survived more than two or three weeks before they made a mistake. I have a few hidden rooms for my own amusement. An old man needs entertainment after all."

His response unnerved me. Afton was hiding more than just secret rooms. There was something sinister lurking within the walls of this forsaken building. The animatronics, these seemingly innocent creations, were hiding more than just their true nature.

Scraping noises reached my ears again, and I realized it was Foxy dragging her damn hook across the door again; irritation seeped into every fiber of my being, and I stomped towards the steel door that separated us, my frustration bubbling to the surface. With a resounding slam, I pounded hard against the door, attempting to silence her.

To my surprise, Foxy responded in kind, smashing the steel door from her side with a mighty force that reverberated through the room. A muffled chuckle escaped my lips as Foxy's voice, tinged with a hint of mischief, flowed through the cracks. "Well, well, looks like ye want me to pay ye a visit, matey. Shall I bring me hook or just me charming smile?"

Foxy's dark humor caught me off guard, an unexpected twist amidst the shadows that haunted this place. It was strange, I thought, to find amusement in the midst of this twisted reality.

I quickly grabbed my notepad and scribbled down the words "Eat me" before sliding the message under the door to Foxy's hiding place. It was a playful taunt, a way for me to engage with her in our strange, twisted world. To my surprise, within moments, I heard her laughter echoing through the dimly lit room. "Aye, matey! Maybe you should eat me instead!" she joked, her voice tinged with a mischievous charm.

Entertained by her response, I chuckled darkly to myself. These animatronics were turning out to be quite the company. As I moved towards the kitchen to make myself some coffee, I couldn't help but feel a strange sense of calm. Surprisingly, I had slept well last night. It was as if the chaos of this place had momentarily faded away, leaving me with a spark of an idea.

While I sipped on my strong, black coffee, a plan began to take shape in my mind. Maybe, just maybe, I could convince these animatronics to hide during the day. If I could manage that, I could hire a professional company to come in and clean up this godforsaken place. And why not? After all, I had Mr. Afton's credit card. Screw that guy and everything he stood for.

Eager to set my plan in motion, I patiently waited for the ghostly hour of 6 AM. As the alarm on my tablet blared, signaling the dawn of a new day, I wasted no time. With a flick of a switch, I opened the door to Foxy's hiding place, causing her to jump in surprise. Yet, she seemed eerily intrigued by my audacity.

Jogging past Foxy, I playfully booped her nose, provoking a mix of surprise and amusement. After all, what's a little mischief in the face of danger? My steps carried me towards the stage area where only Freddy was standing had followed me, the others still concealed within the shadows. With a sense of determination burning in my chest, I hastily wrote a note to Freddy.

"Hey Freddy, gather the others," I instructed, my handwriting quick and expressive.

Phillip's POV

I sat there on the stage, watching as the sunrise filtered thru the boarded up windows casting a warm glow on all the tras that littered the stage area. I pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the smoke curling lazily in the still air.

As I sat there, lost in my own thoughts, I felt a sudden tickle on my side. Startled, I looked up to see Foxy trying to tickle me. I started swatting at her with my notepad. She chuckled mischievously, her yellow eyes glinting in the dim light.

Just then, I heard a familiar sound approaching. It was Freddy, the male bear animatronic, returning with Chica, the female chicken animatronic, and Bonnie, the female blue rabbit animatronic. They walked in, and Freddy immediately saw Foxy's antics. He shook his head disapprovingly and motioned for her to stop. With a pout, Foxy obeyed, retreating to the shadows.

The animatronics gathered around me as Freddy took his place beside me. I quickly scribbled on my notepad, addressing them. "I have an idea," I wrote. "We should hire a cleaning service to come in and clean while we hide."

Freddy's deep gravelly voice resonated as he spoke, "That's actually a good idea, Phillip. It will help us maintain our cover and keep up appearances."

I watched as Chica and Bonnie nodded in agreement. I sighed in relief, glad that they understood the importance of maintaining a low profile. "And," I continued writing, "we need to get rid of the makeshift beds in your rooms. We don't want anyone to assume that anyone other than me is staying here."

The animatronics glanced at each other, silently assenting to my plan. It was crucial for us to blend in, to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention. We were all bound by a shared secret, after all.

I turned to Freddy and pressed my notepad into his hand. "Freddy, if you could dial the number of the cleaning service, I will write on the notepad what you need to say."

I quickly scrawled a long note on my notepad for Freddy to read, outlining the plan that had formed in my mind. Time was of the essence, and we needed to act swiftly to secure the cleaning service.

As he spoke into the phone, I strained to hear the other end of the conversation. Freddy's voice remained calm and composed as he explained our situation. "Hello, we need a building cleaned as soon as possible," he said. "Money is not an issue for us, you can charge whatever you want."

The voice on the other end of the line sounded excited, their words barely audible through the crackling of the connection. Freddy leaned in closer, listening intently.

I watched as a smile began to creep across Freddy's animatronic face. "That's fantastic," he exclaimed. "We will provide the address, and we need you to start the cleaning immediately."

I clutched my notepad tightly, eager to know what the cleaning service would say next. Freddy's voice rang out, echoing the instructions I had written down. "The interior needs to be picked up of all trash," he relayed. "But please, do not move the trash blocking the second floor. And if you can manage to get it all done by the end of the day, we will leave a very generous tip for your team."

The voice on the other end responded, and Freddy's animatronic eyes twinkled with satisfaction. He gave them the address and instructed them to honk their horn when they arrived, signaling for me to come out and greet them.

With a final thank you, Freddy hung up the phone and turned to me, relaying the exciting news. "They are coming in an hour," he informed me. The relief that washed over me was palpable.

I motioned for the other animatronics to gather around. "Now, we must hide and lock our rooms," I scribbled on my notepad, showing it to them. The animatronics nodded in understanding, understanding the need for secrecy.

As the animatronics scattered to find their hiding places, I couldn't help but sigh in relief. The plan was set in motion, and soon the strip club would be transformed into the new Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria. I felt a flicker of hope stir within me, a sense that maybe, just maybe, things were finally turning around.

Locking my own room and checking that the cameras were positioned correctly on my tablet, I took a deep breath. The impending arrival of the cleaning service signified the first step towards our new beginning—a chance to escape the shadows of our dark pasts.

Author's Note

Once again thank you for reading! Things are starting to come together and we can start with the main story, Auric has been outed and Phillip is starting to warm up to the Animatronics. I wanna add a partner for poor freddy, because the poor soul is lonely. Can anyone guess what Mr. Afton is trying to accomplish? If I am making mistakes please let me know, this is after all my first Fic. I wanna thank Pyrofox once again for his imput and Urge you guys to go check out his stories, they are very good.

Next chapter, we introduce a time skip along with some more teasing from the girls, and some close calls at night.

Review! Let me know wat you want to see!

Apologies with the delay, got sucked back into Tarkov.