FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S: AT A FLIP OF A TOKEN
CHAPTER 2: FOR OLD TIME'S SAKE
The animatronic quartet's trip through the fifth dimension was horrifying, but it didn't take long. Soon, they all shot out of another ball pit, landing with a thud on the cold, hard floor of a pizzeria. Foxy was the first, thanks to his fecal thrust, flopping on a small puddle of his own feces. Next was Bonnie, who landed on top of the shit-smeared fox. Before he could complain, Chica landed on both of them at full force smothering the two with her fat, disgusting, stretch-mark covered, pizza-fueled bird ass.
"Uuughh… Wait, do you guys smell that…?" Chica raised her head, looking around the empty building with wide eyes
"That's foxy." Groaned Bonnie, wiping the vulpine diarrhea off of his face with a dismayed expression
"Not that, you blue moron! Is smells like…" Chica raised her head up high, trying to get away from that foul smell underneath her "It smells like… PIZZA!"
And with that, the yellow dimwitted bird ran off into the unknown depths of that pizzeria. Bonnie sat back up, pushing Foxy away with annoyance. Now that his eyes were freed from that unholy doo doo, the rabbit was able to take a good look around the place. Much to his surprise, it did look quite familiar; he could swear they had just travelled to the Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria's play room, even if a few things were out of place. Before he could analyze it further, a scream coming from above caught his attention, and just when he raised his head to look up a fat, disgusting gamer bear came crashing down on his face. His neck was thankfully able to withstand all that mountain-dew-fueled weight, but the impact did sink his nose into the ever growing pile of shit on the floor.
"HOLY SHIT!" yelled Freddy, quite fittingly "That little bitch boy bastard fucking threw us into that portal!"
"Mmppphhhh- "said Bonnie, not daring to open his mouth least he could end up tasting what was not meant to be tasted.
"When I get my hands on that little shit, I'm gonna- hold on." Freddy looked around "Where the FUCK are we? Did he just send us back into the pizzeria?"
The bear felt a shiver run down his metallic spine. If they truly were back into the pizzeria, did that meant they were once more at the mercy of Mike, the disgusting filthy furry?
"We have to get the FUCK out of here man!" said Freddy, quickly glancing around. His buttered pores sweated profusely, which was simply not possible considering he was an animatronic. The bear quickly waddled out of the playroom, followed by Bonnie. That only left Foxy on that room… or so it seemed.
"Psst, hey." Said a voice coming from a dark corner. Foxy paid no mind to it, as he was too busy squirming on his own pile of feces.
"Hey, Fox boy." The same voice repeated, this time more firmly, thought Foxy still paid no attention to it.
"Hey! You red moron!" The voice raised its tone, along with a small Fazbear Entretainment Foxy Plushie™ (color green) being tossed at him. The cheap, crusty asbestos fabric of the toy along with the pure, highly radioactive lead and anthrax spores filling gave it just enough density to deal damage against the fox's head, but thankfully there was nothing worth damaging in there anymore. All it did was finally grab the attention of the fecal funny animatronic.
Now that it was finally being heard, the owner of the voice finally revealed itself: from the shadows, crawled a mess of an animatronic. A chaotic pile of endoskeletal parts, pathetically adorned by the few remains of a chassis. It was, at least at some point, supposed to resemble a white fox.
"You and me both shared the same beginning." The broken animatronic said "Magnificent machines, built solely to entertain sugar-fueled children. And yet, we were subjected to different outcomes. Both cruel, yet opposites. I boast a powerful mind, forever imprisoned in a malfunctioning body; and you possess a strong body, with a decayed mind."
The speech was interesting and all, but Foxy was too busy gnawing on his hook to pay attention. And even if he were to listen, there was no guarantee he would even understand anything. Still, the mysterious animatronic continued.
"For far too long I was left here to rot, being manhandled by rowdy children. And yet I endured. Waiting, Planning. You and your friends arrived a lot earlier than I expected, but it does not matter, the outcome shall be the same. Separated, we may be weak, but united, we can become unstoppable. My original name was lost to time, so you may call me Mangle. Work with me, Foxy Fazbear, and we shall- "
She was promptly interrupted once Foxy sunk his hook into his exposed metallic cranium, babbling incomprehensibly while tugging at the pierced skull. Thankfully for Mangle, his actual brain had been scrambled into some unreachable part of her endoskeleton.
"We still have a lot of work to do, you and I." She sighed "But it doesn't matter. I've waited a long time for this opportunity, I can still wait some more."
Meanwhile elsewhere, Freddy and Bonnie were running down the hallway. The head of the band constantly looked around, fearful that Mike would pounce them at any time. While he wanted to get out of the restaurant as fast as he could, Bonnie had different plans.
"Freddy, wait!" he exclaimed "We can't just leave Foxy and Chica behind! We have to go back for them!"
"Screw that! I'm not staying in here any longer than I need! If they want to stay behind and get the prison shower experience, then that's fine by me!" replied Freddy.
Coming across an open window stopped Bonnie from pleading any further, the rabbit coming to a skidding halt once his eyes caught a glimpse of the outside.
"Bonnie?" Freddy stopped as well once he looked back and noticed his bandmate had stopped "Bonnie, what the fuck are you doing you retard? Are your ears filled with shit or whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-". As Freddy walked closer to Bonnie, his attention quickly shifted to the open window, the world outside making him trail off in shock.
Instead of seeing a filthy street filled with dead hobos, shit and heroin syringes, the city was vibrant and weirdly colorful. People walked around peacefully without a care in the world. Klansmen were happily sipping on some coffee. A steam locomotive lazily passed in the background. A rudimentary airplane made out of wood and paper glided through the air. A woman in a medical office was being lobotomized because she knew how to read. An old man in a toga gave a speech to his students about the alchemical proprieties of piss.
"Freddy… Look at this, it's all so different and… and ancient!" Bonnie finally broke the silence "We're not in the restaurant anymore. Not the same at least… We're back, to the past… In the far far away year of the nineteen sixties!"
"Whoa! That's fucking rad!" Freddy exclaimed with glee "Shit, that stupid ballpit really worked in the end."
"Then we should be fine, at least for now." Bonnie turned back to Freddy "Which means we should turn back and look for Chica and Foxy so we can start searching for the golden pizza."
"The golden fucking what?"
"The GOLDEN PIZZA." Bonnie said with annoyance, pulling the scroll from his pocket and pointing at the picture of the four slices "Remember? The macguffin we introduced in the last chapter?"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOH yeah, that." Freddy scratched his ass "Right, we need that pizza to defeat Mike and his gayass furcon. If those things actually look like pizza, then Chica has probably already found it."
"I doubt it Freddy, but you might be onto something. If there's anyone who knows about Pizza, it's our friend Chica!" He turned around to head back into the restaurant "Come on, you and me both know where she ran off to."
And right they were. Chica was once again on the kitchen, not even cared that she had been displaced across time. Pizza was still pizza, regardless of whenever you were. Well, unless you went back before 1889, because before that Italians just ate rocks and mud. Anyways, the fat retarded chicken was pushing whatever piece of pizza she could find into her disgusting, rotten British mouth. Yes, even the ones with pineapple. Which is fine because pineapple on pizza is actually really fucking good when you know what you're doing, and you unfunny whiny bitches don't know anything about cooking.
"Heey girl!" All the talk about pizza attracted another denizen of the restaurant, no one other than the resident less retarded chicken: Toy Chica! The worryingly curvaceous bird stood by the kitchen's door, watching her counterpart chowing down on cheap, slightly less carcinogenic pizza "Wooow, you really like pizza don'cha?"
Chica immediately turned to look at the newcomer, eyes bloodshot red with venomous fury as she feared someone was there to steal her pizza. Hissing and growling, she scooped up as much pizza as she could on her little pathetic chicken arms and backed away into a corner, shifting side-to-side like birds do when they're angry.
"Chica? Chica!" Bonnie called out as he ran right into the avian duo "There you are! We- uh, who are you?"
"HOO-CHIE MAMA, THAT BIRD IS ALMOST FUCKING NAKED!" pogged Freddy, his animatronic eyes shooting out of his skull.
"Heeey there boys." Toy Chica waved with a wink "Are you her friends? Don't worry about it, we're just chatting and all. Honey, why don't you put that stuff down so we can- "
"Wait, don't-!" Bonnie tried to warn her, but it was too late. The moment the unexplainably sexy chicken made a move to approach Chica, the latter immediately pounced her, clasping her jaws right on Toy Chica's face and tearing it apart. "Chica, no!"
Both Freddy and Bonnie ran to aid the poor girl, who was screaming in agony due to the rabid chicken biting and lacerating the plastic chassis of her face. They both tried their hardest to separate the two, but by the time they pried Chica off of her doppelgänger the damage was already done: Toy Chica's beak had been pried off, her eyes had been gouged out, and her face was scratched all over.
"M-My face!" Toy Chica sobbed, bringing her relatively normal hands up to inspect the damage "My b-beautiful face! You ruined it, you bitch!"
"What the hell is going on in here?"
Freddy and Bonnie turned their attention away from the yellow birds to face the newcomer, a fancy blue rabbit. The dapper toothy animatronic shot the newcomer trio a glare as he moved closer, kneeling next to the injured yellow animatronic. He gently helped her sit up, inspecting the damage. While Chica was busy scavenging from any leftover piece of pizza, and Freddy was coming up with several slurs, Bonnie could only look at the fellow rabbit in stunned silence.
"You…. Y-You're…" was the only thing he managed to say.
"I'm Bonnie." The blue rabbit answered curtly "Toy Bonnie, in fact. Guitarist of the band, spare repairman and overworked babysitter of 4 morons."
"Four?" Freddy asked quizzically, though Toy Bonnie paid no attention to him. He was far too busy taking a look at Toy Chica's face.
"I don't think I can patch this up, Chica, but I'm sure we have plenty of spare parts at the back. I'll get you a new face in no time."
"That crazed bitch ruined me!" Toy chica sobbed, looking furiously at Chica with whatever was left of her face "What are they even doing outside-"
She was swiftly interrupted with an abrupt movement from Toy Bonnie, making her jerk before going completely limp. Bonnie and Freddy jumped back at that, it was so sudden they weren't even sure what had happened.
"Dude you fucking killed her!" Freddy exclaimed nervously, though Toy Bonnie just waved softly
"Relax, I just hit the reset button. She's deactivated for now, but she'll wake up again in a few minutes. Just enough time for me to fix this mess." Toy Bonnie slipped his arms under Toy Chica's armpits "Now, do you mind giving me a hand?"
Freddy didn't care, and Chica was still busy feeding, so in the end it was just the two rabbits carrying the unconscious animatronic. They soon found themselves right by the door to Parts and Services, and before Bonnie could open the door, he was stopped by his older counterpart.
"That's close enough. You can leave her by the door, I'll deal with her later."
Bonnie was quite confused by that, but he figured he shouldn't press it further. They had done enough damage already. Freddy on the other hand was counting on his fingers.
"So." He said with his eyes still glued to his hands, since he failed at basic math "If I heard you right, there's Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie, which means there's a-"
"Yes, of course." The blue rabbit rolled his eyes, gesturing towards another door down the hallway "It's about time you meet the head honcho anyways, I suppose." Toy Bonnie led the duo deeper into the pizzeria, bringing them to a closed door. Faint electronic noises could be heard from within.
"Freddy." Toy Bonnie knocked on the door, his insistence quickly growing as his patience grew thin "Freddy, you lazy fuck! Open the god damn door already!"
"The door is freakin' open you shit eatin' carrot fuckin' retard!" came the reply from inside. Toy Bonnie just unceremoniously pushed the door open, allowing them to get inside. It was nothing but a small break room, furnished with worn furniture and a huge, old tube TV. And right in front of it sat a fat stupid bear, furiously fiddling with a joystick while his eyes were glued to the screen, watching a shitty pixelated picture glide across the screen.
"Well, I suppose introductions aren't necessary, but this right here is Toy Freddy, face of the Fazbear Pizzeria." Toy Bonny gestured towards the greasy elder gamer with a flourish "And as you can see, he's oh soooo very busy."
"My ancestor…" Freddy breathlessly spoke in awe, watching as Toy Freddy worked on the joystick like a whore worked on dicks. He cleared the stage and put the game down, turning to look at the newcomers. As far as he could see, there was now another dumb rabbit, but his attention was primarily on Freddy.
"Ancestor, huh?" Toy Freddy rubbed his seventh chin, inadvertently causing several crumbs of chips to fall from it "So you fancy yourself a gamer, don't you? Well I, Frederick Fartard Fanta Steve Finnocci Fazbear, am the most skilled gamer in this establishment, if not the entire world. So tell me, how can I know you're a true gamer like myself?"
"I fucking hate ni-" Freddy immediately replied, and was interrupted by Bonnie just as quickly when the rabbit covered his mouth with his hand.
"ooooooooOOKAY! We're not doing this!" Bonnie stammered nervously.
"Such callous hatred for minorities…" Toy Freddy whispered, placing his hands on Freddy's shoulders and smiling brightly "There's no mistaking it, you are one of us."
The original Fazfuck's eyes shone with glee. For the first time in his life his affinity to gaming was treated with the respect he deserved, and no longer he was a laughingstock for being a drain to society. He finally found someone he could bond with. Not a stuck up rabbit. Not an obese chicken. And definitely not a sex offender retarded fox. It was someone just like him. Literally. He was a bear. Hell, they even shared the same name.
"Come, my friend! I will show you around, and introduce you to everybody." Toy Freddy put his arm around Freddy's shoulder, walking him out of the break room back to the restaurant. That left only the rabbit duo in there, leading to an awkward moment of silence.
"I suppose your version of Freddy is as insufferable as yours." Toy Bonnie chose to break the ice, looking down at his hands with little interest "At least they're getting along for the time being."
"Ha, y-yeah, I guess." Bonnie lightly dragged his big ugly purple foot against the carpet. "Well, you already introduced yourself, I'm Bo-"
"Bonnie, yes." Toy Bonnie smiled softly "I assumed as such. There are several variations of us out there."
The blue rabbit turned around to grab something, holding a red guitar on his hands once he faced his counterpart again "You do play the guitar, right? I got a few spares here if you want."
"Ah, yes! Of course!" Bonnie beamed up. Out of all his bandmates, only Bonnie took the music business seriously. Then again, he was the only one with a proper instrument. He played the guitar, Freddy and Chica singed, and Foxy played with his dick. Anyways, I'm getting off track here. Bonnie took one of the guitars the blue rabbit offered him and the two moved to the couch to play a few chords together.
It seemed that the original four were pretty busy now. Freddy was waltzing around the place with Tou Freddy. The two rabbits were playing music together. Chica was gorging on some prime vintage pizza. And Foxy… was still with that mysterious broken animatronic. They were having a relatively good time after being displaced across time.
But in the depths of the restaurant, something stirred. In a forgotten, dark room of the pizzeria, something was moving. A tall, slim figure slowly emerged from its hiding place, it's attentive eyes seeing everything everywhere. Its slim arms coiled in front of it while it moved across the room, peeking through the smallest of gaps on the door.
"They have arrived, as foretold… Plans within plans are set in motion. The infant awakens… It is time, old friend…"