OAOS Jumbo Jet
42000 feet in air
7:15 PM
Their plane was off for Northern California.
Gregory was seated in between Cassidy and Foxy, both in their tactical uniforms. Gregory was in his suit, without the external exoskeleton pieces attached since that would make it difficult to sit in the seats with them. The suit resembled their tactical uniforms around this time, with tactical pants, boots, fingerless gloves, tactical vest.
The various members of the St. George OAOS were in their seats. With Glamrock Foxy sitting across from Rockstar Foxy, who was seated next to Rockstar Chica and Rockstar Bonnie. Rockstar Freddy was seated behind them.
Rockstar Freddy was inventorying weapons and making sure they were ready.
Gregory had his earbuds in, listening to his playlist on his iPhone, to get him hyped up for the coming mission.
Cassidy was reading one of her Japanese manga's she had downloaded on to her iPad, and Foxy was reading The Art Of War by Sun Tzu, the physical version of the book, it was a worn paperback he had owned for some time.
"Look at those three over there. None of this phases them? Their treating this like it's a vacation flight." Bonnie whispered.
"I don't think you realize how tough that kid is. Don't let him looking so relaxed fool you. As for Cassidy, I don't know if remember this, but, have you heard of Golden Freddy?" Rockstar Chica said.
"Wasn't that just some legend? That Fazbear built a golden version of the original Freddy? And some little girl was killed and stuffed in there by William? It was just a legend right?" Rockstar Bonnie asked.
Rockstar Chica shook her head slowly.
"No, it uh wasn't a legend. It was a very real thing. I can easily pull up the missing persons and police reports from all those years ago in our database at HQ." Rockstar Chica responded.
"Okay? But what does that have to do with Cassidy?...Oh shit….." Rockstar Bonnie just pieced it together.
"Yeah. That is her name, Cassidy." Rockstar Chica said.
"…..how? How the hell did she become a Glamrock Chica look alike?" He asked leaning in so they can't hear him across the isle.
"So…the story never went public, because we were asked as an agency to keep it out of the public eye. Theres only one documented report we have on file. But before I can go into that, I need to tell how we go to this point. Cassidy originally was haunting the body and suit of Golden Freddy unbeknownst to the public, Fazbear Techs or any of Fazbear's customers. William was the only one who knew. Now fast forward to the famous springlock incident, where William originally died, as a human, in the Spring Bonnie suit. Then there's that lovely time when Henry Emily burned our place down, when he decided it was a brilliant idea to have Micheal Afton bring all the old haunted animatronics, that we really didn't want him to bring there, together. Will died, again, and then we get found in the ruins by the feds, yada, yada. Okay, Pizzaplex is built on the ruins of our place, because Jason and Fazbear at the time were cheap fucks, all the old animatronics left over from our place, minus us of course are gathered up by Vanny into this pile of parts, and Cassidy ended up somehow transferring her soul into this ball of animatronic death that was formed from said parts. Later on William, alive again, found a way to turn Cassidy into an AI, and then transferred her into the spare Glamrock Chica body you see there. We, the OAOS were told to seal the report and never reveal to the public that Cassidy was a human that was turned into an AI. As far as the public knows, she is a new Fazbear animatronic set to be an understudy for my cousin. No ties to the companies' shady history and it's former psychopath owner were about to go kill a 4th time after this two hour plane ride in the middle of a snow storm. Nope not at all. Happy to know the story now?" Rockstar Chica said laughing.
"I feel like you just sit me through a 24 hour marathon of a bunch of true crime stories crossed with Terminator." Rockstar Bonnie said with a raised eyebrow.
"That's how it happened, I swear, also, I'm running on a 5 hour charge, in a tin can 42,000 feet in the air and I've had no pizza since. Help." Rockstar Chica said.
"Aye, it won't hurt ya for the next few hours lass. You were eatin' the entire restaurant we went to for dinner last night." Rockstar Foxy said.
"Look! They should not advertise unlimited bread sticks, if their not going to hold to their word damn it." Rockstar Chica shouted.
"Just because you can eat unlimited bread sticks Chica does not mean you should!" Rockstar Freddy said.
"Then Olive Garden needs to put a warning on it's sign at the front. I am standing my ground. I fight for what I believe in Freddy." Rockstar Chica.
"The kitchen said they literally had to put in 8 new inventory orders that night, when we got kicked out." Rockstar Freddy said.
"Yeah, that guy wasn't very happy with me for some reason. Have no idea what I did wrong." Rockstar Chica said grinning.
"Well, now that's one less place we have to eat at." Freddy said.
"Can always drop by my cousin's place for tacos at El Chips next time." She responded.
"I feel like if I was capable of having gas, I definitely would after eating at that place." Freddy said.
"Nah man don't diss on El Chips. That place is the shit. You have not lived until you have tried the number 10." Cameron said from the seat behind Freddy.
"I promise it beats a number two at Taco Bell." Rockstar Chica said.
"Wait which number two y'all talking about?" Rockstar Bonnie asked.
"I mean, does it matter when it's taco bell?" Jet commented from the seat in front of Rockstar Foxy.
"Yes Jet, because there is a clear difference between eating at Taco Bell and shitting at Taco Bell." Rockstar Bonnie said.
"While y'all keep talking about tacos, I'll be thinking of the chicken fried steak I'm going to have when we get back." Jenny said.
"Aye, these young ins be the death of me." Rockstar Foxy said under his breath, shaking his head putting his hand on his face.