Grey carefully decended the rickety basement stairs, stopping at the bottom to further examine Bonnie. "I don't think the stairs will hold you, Big Bear. We'll find another way to get these guys out." He said as he looked closer at the severe damage to Bonnie's left arm. Honestly, it was so damaged that Grey doubted he could salvage anything from it.

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He had been about to look at Bonnies damaged head when he froze, a primal fear gripping his heart as he scanned the rest of the basement for the first time. He had seen a pinprick of light on the wall directly adjacent for the breifest of seconds before his flashlight caught up and illuminated the Fox. Grey found himself staring into the motionless eye of Foxy the pirate, his fear immediately fading to surprise and joy. He was broken far worse then the rest of the band so far, both legs and hips missing every piece of fur with the chest piece looking to have nearly rotted off. His head was mostly intact though it seemed his jaw mechanisms gave out fairly recently causing the hanging jaw to rest against his tattered chest in an awkward screaming position. He had definitely heard something humming at the edge of his hearing, but it seemed the old pirate was dead where he sat in the small throne of boxes. Then he blinked and his hand twitched with the soft crunch of rusty joints. Grey couldn't move, finding himself frozen for an eternity by the shock of everything though only seconds had passed. As Grey was about to take a step forward, he saw the nearly imperceptible light fade in Foxy's eye, his body shifting slightly as it slumped just a little further. Grey's heart sunk as the implications hit.

With a jolt, he turned and sprinted up the protesting stairs. "Freddy. I need you to get down there and pull Foxy down onto the floor. Open his charging port and wait for me to get back." He said in a calmly urgent tone as he raced past the sulking Bear.

Freddy watched him run towards the front of the building at full speed with wide eyes. He had been debating if he should shut the door and block it again with Grey still down there, though those thoughts fled as soon as he heard the underlying worry for one of his old friends down there. And then it hit him. She was still alive. Somehow she had lasted this long without a charging cable and had been sitting in the dark for so long, likely alone for years. Freddy knew the feeling well, but that didn't mean she'd forgive him for what he'd done, good intentions or not. He hesitated for long moments before slowly taking the first step down. The old stairs groaned in protest, bending under his weight. Yet they held and he descended. He looked around the memory filled basement, his eyes lingering on Bonnie standing next to him. Freddy could almost still hear Bonnie's cries to open the door, his rusted arm locking out towards the door above in vain hope of seeing the show stage and his fans again.

Then he saw the fox. She had been the first down here many battery cycles ago once the company decided to stop testing on her. He stopped next to the pile of boxes she had been sitting on for nearly a decade now as memories boiled in his memory. He worked without thought of his actions, gently pulling her up and laying her on the floor. He pushed down on her rusted legs until they were out mostly straight on the floor then pulled the rest of her rotted chest covering off to expose the surprisingly nonrusted endoskelleton and dirt filled charge port directly below her neck. Freddy stood back and looked around, finding what he was looking for with only a brief worry. He hobbled around a wall to find the last one.

...

Grey was jogging back towards the basement door with two of his tool filled duffle bags. Foxy had surprised him completely. Grey had completely expected to just find them all laying around in different states of repair, but Foxy had somehow clung to life for gods knew how long. Grey was also pissed at Freddy. He knew the rough basics of what happened, piecing the rough story together by Freddy's nonverbal cues and common sense. But now he knew that Freddy wasn't the only one with miracle programming of true sentience, he had seen that inexplicable life in Foxy's plastic eyes for the moments he was still powered. Grey dropped his bags next to the prone fox and started working, his flashlight illuminating the nearby surroundings just enough to work. Grey started cleaning out what seemed like the charge port on Foxy's chest, trying to be quick and gentle. Grey lost himself in work, tearing apart a few of his power tools for parts and piecing together a makeshift battery bank. He was done in under ten minutes, faintly noticing his observer on the other side of the room.

Taking four fully charged power tool batteries, he slid them into his modified charger and set it on one of Foxy's arms as he took the two wires and set them on the appropriate pins of the charge port. With quick and steady hands, he looped the wire and taped them so they would hopefully stay. He grabbed the charger and flashlight, seeing the indicator for power flow lit on the crude battery bank. Grey stepped out of reach of the fox in case he gained enough juice to start moving. Freddy took a hesitant step forward and stopped again, his voicebox buzzing with faint feedback. "Will thisss work?" Freddy said, so quiet his own static nearly drowned out his words. Grey glanced over at the bear briefly and shrugged as both continued to watch in a moment of silence.

"Honestly? No idea, Big Bear. I have no idea what voltage or wattage you guys need to run and am quite literally praying I don't fry anything." Grey sighed. "As long as the engineers followed the correct color coding of wires, I shouldn't fry anything too bad. I took a quick look at the charger you've been using on the stage and it appears to be just a wire leading into a modified outlet. That leads me to believe you have an internal voltage regulator and therefore should be safe to just throw voltage at. These battery's won't output as much as the standard cable should so at best, I'm hoping to just trickle charge his batteries enough to keep the computers in his brain from wiping their data." Freddy just stared blankly at him as he talked though Grey's focus was on the still unmoving Foxy. With a sigh Grey walked forward and set the charger on the fox's chest, grabbing some zipties from his bag and tieing the loose wires and battery bank to different parts of the endo. Grey stood and brushed his knees off with a sigh. "Now how to get you all out of here without falling through those old stairs..." Grey wondered out loud, looking around the horrible smelling basement in full for the first time.

Freddy nodded his head towards the half of the basement hid behind a concrete wall. "Tthers an ollld loading dock overrr theeere." He rumbled. "I'll clear the wayyy." He turned to shuffle away but Grey stopped him and handed him the flashlight.

"I'll meet you on the other side then." Grey said, grabbing his phone and using its flashlight to leave the quiet tomb.