A/N - Happy Tuesday everyone!

A bit off from the uploading schedule, but there's a method to my madness. When I first wrote this story, I had it divided into two parts; Part I containing C. 1-5. I would much rather separate the last part from the first new part of the story. Also, this chapter is short, almost two pages long, so it's better to read up on all of Part I.

So, here's Chapter 5, Chapter 6 (Part II) will be out on Friday!

It was dark. He wanted to open his eyes but couldn't find the strength to do so. Where was he? Why can't he move? What happened?

"This was the troublemaker from earlier? Is he dead?"

"Why would you assume that?"

"He's not breathing! Oh God, I cannot handle a dead child in my room. It'll ruin my preshow aroma!"

"Get over yourself, you egocentric – "

"Both of you knock it off! Keep an eye out on the door."

"If they see us helping this kid, they'll scrap us! It's breaking protocol."

"If he's dead or injured, we need to let them know anyways. Best for them to prepare, regardless of the outcome. Chica, slowly turn him so I can properly scan him."

A low humming sound could be heard. "What'd you find, Freddy?"

"There's no record on him anywhere in the guest files. But, aside from a few bruises and a couple of gashes, nothing serious or life threatening. He will feel that pain as the hours pass."

Gregory feels himself being lifted from the floor onto something comfortable – a couch or a bed. The action prompts a nagging pain and he whimpers in response.

"See? I told you he's not dead."

"I didn't say he was dead, I thought he was. Saying and thinking are two different thought processes Monty!" An argument broke out between male and female voices. They're irritating him, he wanted sleep and he wanted to sleep in peace. He slowly opens his eyes in annoyance. "Will you shut up?! You're making my head..."

He stopped midsentence, expecting to see two human beings. His vision refocuses and he sees not two, but four tall robots. Four tall robots as in the animatronics from earlier. The Bear, the Chicken, the Wolf, and the Alligator, staring back at him with different expressions.

"Ah!" Gregory screams, scooting away, frantically searching the room to escape. "Get back! Get away from me!" A plank of wood could be seen near the window and he darts to it, picking it up and ready to defend himself.

"Easy, we don't want to hurt you." The Bear starts, kneeling on one knee. Gregory takes a swing at the space between them. "I said, get back!"

"Oh, this is ridiculous! I'm alerting security." The Wolf exclaims but the Bear holds up a hand, stopping her and refocus his attention on Gregory. "We don't want to hurt you, we just wanted to be sure you were ok."

"Kid, you were knocked unconscious." The Chicken states with equal concern. "You're lucky no bones were broken. You're one tough cookie."

"You can put the plank down," The Bear had his attention again. And from the tone in its voice, it sounded reassuring. Although he did hesitate, he slowly placed the plank down. Okay, so they weren't going to attack him, that's good. But they're acting so differently. From what he assumed; robots don't have full-on conversations. He'd assumed they would be programmed to say certain words again and again. These four? They're actually talking like human beings. It's freaking him out.

"What are you guys?"

"Freddy," The Bear points to himself, taking Gregory's words as a cue to start introductions. "This is Chica." He laid a hand on the chicken next to him before motioning the wolf and alligator behind. "And you've already met Roxy and Monty, subconsciously."

Monty grimaces. "Yeah, sorry for waking ya, kid. Roxy Poxy here thought you were a goner."

"Hush you!" The wolf leans between Freddy and Chica for a closer look. "You've certainly caused quite the commotion today, kid."

So, they did notice the earlier commotion, they have quite the memory. Gregory tried to ignore the tone of annoyance in Roxy's voice. "Are you sure the four of you are not humans trapped in robotic suits?"

"What makes you say that?"

"It's just...nothing. Nothing important."

"How did you hurt yourself so badly?"

"Why don't you have a guest profile?"

"Who are you?"

The quads were asking one question after the other. He shushes them, feeling a wave of pain shooting through his body. Freddy had picked him to place him on the couch before he had a chance to protest. "Least you can do is tell us your name." Freddy urges. Though Freddy, to Gregory, was the least intimating of the four animatronics, Gregory felt like a speck of dirt compare to their height.

"I-I'm Gregory." He says shyly. They perked at finding out something about their mysterious guest. But he knew that they wanted to know it all. "I-uh guess you guys want to know why I'm here?"

They all nodded and Freddy speaks to him. "Okay then Gregory, talk. We're all ears."