Chapter 5: Enough is enough

Freddy and his friends went over to an area of the building where some groups of entertainers were sitting and enjoying themselves. A majority of them seemed to come from smaller and not as well known businesses. Perhaps some of them were running the businesses themselves, but not much of them were well known.

The moment they all saw Freddy and the gang though, they immediately greeted them. A beaver came up to them. "Freddy Fazbear and the gang!" she greeted, "How do you do?" "Hanging in there, how about you Sarah?" asked Freddy. "I'm doing well thank you!" the beaver replied, "How's the pizzeria been?" "It's a long story," said Bonnie. "A series of corruption and sabotage," added Chica. "We may be seeing Davy Jone's locker as a pizzeria," also added Foxy. Sarah was confused by this, "What are you guys talking about?"

Freddy explained what he could, while not going too far into it. The last thing he wanted was to get other entertainers from involved in this messy scenario. "That sounds awful!" Sarah said, "If you need me to get involved, I will be sure to kick some-" "We've got it under control Sarah," Freddy replied, "We seriously don't wanna involve other entertainers in this situation." Sarah was surprised at the response, since Freddy normally would accept help. Of course though, she didn't know the severity of the matter. "Why not?" she asked. "We just think it's best for the situation to be handled by ourselves," said Freddy, "We understand you'd like to help us, we really do Sarah, but we don't think it's best to involve anyone outside of the pizzeria or our town into this. It's sophisticated and we can't get into too much detail."

However, Sarah didn't really budge. "You really don't think I can handle a bit of action?" she asked, "Me and my bandmates took down some armed robbers during the closing hours to protect our employees." Her bandmates who were sitting at one of the tables put their thumbs up. "I knew I should have kept my mouth shut," Freddy thought to himself.

Meanwhile, Fredbear may have had a little too much to drink. He got up and stumbled around a bit. He then began to laugh, "Oh man, I didn't even drink that much!" Obviously, he didn't know how much he drank.

"Oh look, it's Fredbear!" said Candy Sr, "Hurt yourself much?" Fredbear then approached the table where Candy Sr and the gang were. "You like jokes right?" asked Fredbear, not even waiting for a response, "What did the dog say when he walked over sandpaper?" Candy Sr, his son, and his friends looked at Fredbear confused and might've sensed that he had gotten drunk. "Uhh..." said Candy Sr awkwardly, "What did he sa-" "ROUGH ROUGH," barked Fredbear, which made everyone at the table jump. Fredbear then stumbled off. "How much did he drink?" asked Chester. "Just from the looks of it, I imagine at least 7 or 8 beers in," Cindy said.

Fredbear walked around a bit in his drunken state, singing the Toreador March in a bit of a sarcastic laugh tone. He then tried making conversation with some other entertainers. They too might've sensed Fredbear's state, just judging by their own reactions. "Hey guys," Fredbear said, "Quite the party, huh?" "Umm, yeah?" replied one of the entertainers unsurely. "Well anyway, I wanna show you four a magic trick," said Fredbear.

Within a few seconds, he hit his head on the table hard, which caused the entertainer's food and drinks to shake. "OW," Fredbear groaned, trying not to yell, "Nevermind, magic trick called off..." "Uhh, I think you should take a seat and relax a little," said one of the entertainers. Fredbear either didn't hear this or ignored it due to his state.

Back where Freddy and the gang were, Sarah had seemingly backed off on wanting to help Freddy out, but it was easy to tell that she was just shutting her mouth.

"Case and point, we don't need to involve anyone else in a fight we are already in ourselves," said Chica. "It's not that we aren't willing to have help, it's just the fact we don't know how deep this could go," added Bonnie. "For all we know, it may be best if it's just us handling it," also added Foxy.

Sarah didn't agree with this, but she knew she had to respect this. The other entertainers in the same area had similar thoughts. They already knew that Fazbear Entertainment wasn't taken seriously, the last thing they wanted to see was it's legacy die in vain. But of course, if Freddy and his friends wanted to do this without anyone intervening, they had to respect the decision.

Everyone then heard a commotion going on. Someone mumbled unintelligible stuff into the microphone on the main stage, which sounded almost like Fredbear. Freddy immediately recognized the voice. "What the hell?" he said, before running off to the where the main stage was present.

When Freddy got in view of the stage, he saw his father up there. He was playing a harmonica into the microphone, pretty poorly. "Get off the stage!" someone shouted. "Oh, down by the old bayou, the old bayou!" Fredbear sang, "There was a boy, his name was-"

"Okay, I think that's enough dad," said Freddy as he got the microphone away from him walked him ogff stage "Wait, where did you get that harmonica?" "I got it from the ghost of Muddy Waters!" Fredbear replied in a drunken state, "Why you pulling me off stage? I was making him from the heavens proud!" "Alright, I think you need a break from those drinks and a break in general," said Freddy.

Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy arrived to where Freddy and Fredbear were. They assisted in helping in getting Fredbear away from the stage and generally the snottier entertainers. All the while, the snottier entertainers spoke under their breaths about Fredbear. Freddy noticed this and by this point, he believed enough was enough.

He got back on stage and immediately went for the microphone. "You know, a lot of entertainers here tonight don't seem very happy that me and my group showed up," said Freddy. "Because we aren't!" someone shouted, which got most of the crowd laughing. "Okay, I'm just gonna go right into it!" Freddy continued with a raised voice, "You all are foul! Like shit, how about being at the very least respectful of Fazbear Entertainment! You guys clearly respect each other, so why not us?! Is it because we are SOMEHOW different?! You guys are all different from each other, yet we get the worst of it! I'm sick of this favoritism and if it makes you all feel better, this may be the last time you even see, let alone hear from us!"

Freddy walked off the stage in a huff. As expected, the crowd of entertainers seeing this didn't take him too serious. Some laughed, some whispered, and some were left in surprise. "Does he really mean it?" asked one, "Is he really not coming back after this?" "I don't know," replied another, "If it is true, then good. We don't need those outsiders being a part of this gathering we have yearly."

Freddy went back to where Sarah and the other entertainers were. His father and friends were already there. It was easy to tell that Freddy was pissed off. "We could hear ye from here," said Foxy, "You tell them huddys how ye really feel!" "I'm thinking of just leaving this place," Freddy said bluntly, "There was honestly no point of us even coming here. I don't know why I even went through with doing this." "If you feel the need to leave Freddy, you probably should," said Chica. "Probably best to take your father home too, since he doesn't seem well enough to drive home on his own," added Bonnie. "I'm perfectly fine," said Fredbear, clearly not being perfectly fine, "I can drive without accident!" "If you drove, within 15 minutes you'd be meeting Paul Walker," said Chica.

Freddy decided to take the opportunity to leave, as well as assisting his father home. He'd deal with his vehicle the following day. Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy would continue to stay at the gathering, but it didn't look like for long. Seeing their best friend having to leave because of the negative atmosphere amongst the crowds was already enough to make things really awkward.

The group eventually decided to leave after about a half hour. "Guys, I don't feel like staying here anymore," said Chica. "I gotta be honest, me too," replied Bonnie. "Without Freddy and Fredbear, it doesn't feel right," added Foxy, "We may as well just go home. No sense in staying with a bunch of arseholes that have egos bigger than their heads. I can smell the greed off of them clarty trousers!"

They didn't say their goodbyes to the other entertainers or Sarah, but they understood why they didn't. None of them knew the weight of not being respected and having to juggle the pizzeria being on the verge of shutting down. It was probably for the best to leave before things got more unpleasant than they already had.

To be continued in the next chapter...

(Chapter 5 published 3/30/24)