Toy Chica was trying, without much success, to rebuild Mangle using the amalgamation of parts that now made up her body.
"What the hell," Chica grunted. "Like, half of your body is missing. What kind of crazy stuff are people feeding their kids that they can rip apart a six-foot robot?"
"It's okay, Chica," Mangle said softly. "You don't have to do this."
Chica sat down wearily. "This is bullshit. The staff would lose their crap if the kids tried doing this to me." She lit up suddenly. "I bet I can find your blueprints in the back. Stay here," she said, leaving the room in excitement.
Toy Freddy gripped Toy Bonnie's hand, holding it there for a second before smashing his arm against the table.
"God damn it," Bonnie muttered. "You always win at arm-wrestling."
Freddy just smugly looked on as Chica came dashing into the dining area. "Freddy! Do you know where the staff keeps our blueprints, or any spare parts, maybe?"
"Fuck if I know, I didn't build us," Freddy said, twisting his ear. "They're probably rotting away in Parts and Service with Freddy Fucktard and co."
"That's what I thought. Thanks." She ran back out, Freddy and Bonnie looking at each other confusedly.
Chica walked into Parts and Service, gingerly stepping over the inactive older animatronics. She found a couple spare endoskeletons, as well as empty heads for her and the other working animatronics at the pizzeria. A file cabinet containing several important-looking documents rested in a back corner of the room with animatronic parts scattered about. Chica came upon Mangle's blueprints after a bit of searching, but saw another sticking out that caught her eye.
"Very interesting," Chica murmured, pulling out a comparable document for the original Freddy Fazbear. His design was clearly more primitive and noticeably top-heavy compared to the sleeker, modernized toys; the blueprint noted a set of preprogrammed phrases the bear was capable of as a result of his dated technology rendering him unfit to properly communicate with patrons.
"Hey," a soft voice said. Chica jumped four feet into the air and cracked her head on the concrete ceiling. "Ow…"
She turned to see her older variant awake, staring at her with lidless purple eyes and that permanently gaping maw that looked as though it might swallow her whole.
"Oh! Uh, hi, um…shit, uh…I wasn't meaning to…I just-" Toy Chica stuttered.
"The others are sleeping," the older Chica whispered. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry for attacking you the other day. I know you didn't try to take all that stuff like our Freddy says."
Toy Chica visibly relaxed. "It's fine, really. I'm really sorry about your friend…"
Old Chica looked down. "That wasn't you either. My Freddy would've done the same if you were us."
"Um, okay, it's been nice talking but I should be getting back," Toy Chica said, grabbing an armful of animatronic parts and hauling ass towards the door.
"Chica," the older animatronic said. Her newer counterpart stopped in her tracks and glanced back warily.
"Don't forget me," old Chica whispered. Toy Chica held her gaze for a second, then nodded. She gently closed the door behind her and jogged back to Mangle.
"You shouldn't be talking to the replacements," the purple rabbit beside her grunted. "Freddy's gonna give you hell."
"Freddy is being a jerk," older Chica replied. "Those guys are perfectly nice…at least, new Chica seems nice. It's not her fault if the others choose to be dirtbags."
"Be that as it may, it doesn't benefit us any to engage with the enemy," old Bonnie said. "Freddy's gone fuckin' apeshit lately, what with that dickless tub of lard killing the Puppet and all."
"I don't be liking it, either," said Foxy, bathed in shadow. "But I'll be damned if we risk our hides over a petty grudge. They be the ones in commission, not us. End of story."
"That's surprisingly sensible of you, Foxy," Chica commented.
"Aye, I been doin' some thinking over the past couple of days," Foxy said. "These skinny little Sodomite bastards be weak-willed, weak-bodied and weak-minded. We have to show that they're unfit to serve, unable to lead the charge towards family fun and food!"
"Foxy, I love you but you're fucking losing it," Bonnie said.
"Stay with me, lad," Foxy said. "If we can show how blasted terrible they are at their jobs, they'll throw the batch out. Now, I know from listenin' in on the captain that animatronics be fuckin' expensive. Why, I'd estimate the lot of us cost a thousand gold bits apiece, to say nothing of what we'd cost to maintain! Now, imagine what it costs to keep up a bunch of lazy, stupid, ignorant, high-tech, limp-dicked, utterly charmless fuckin' Barbie dolls. I'd sooner sell my left testicle than keep paying for that!"
"Your what?" Chica asked.
"Get to the point," Bonnie said.
"I'm thinkin' we sabotage them," Foxy said. "Steal their equipment, and hide it where they'll never find it. Nobody wants a band that can't play."
"Are you fucking crazy?" Chica hissed. That'll never work. How will we even find time to steal that stuff? They carry it on them at all times."
"Ah, you worry too much," Foxy said. "Just you wait, lass. On my honor as a pirate, I'll have those little cunts walk the plank."
"Aaand done!" Chica said, wiping grime off her face with a grin.
Mangle got to her newly restored feet, gaping. She looked at her hands, then looked at herself in the oddly reflective tile floor. "Oh, my God…I'm fixed! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" She gripped Chica in a tight embrace.
"It's no problem," Chica said, laughing and hugging her back. "Those kids won't be ripping you apart again."
"I've never felt better in my life," Mangle said, examining her bushy-looking tail. "How the hell did you manage that?"
"Whoever built us messed up your plating pretty bad," Chica replied, gathering up unused parts in her arms. "Reassembling you was like Legos or something. Pretty fun," she smiled. "C'mon, let's show you to the guys," she grabbed her hand and pulled her along.
"Wait!" Mangle said. Chica screeched to a halt. "You got grease all over your face," Mangle admonished, wiping it off with a paper napkin.
"You're pretty good at that, Foxy," Chica said coyly. Mangle literally froze up from shock, causing Chica to drag her from the room. "Come on, girl! We'll be opening soon!"