Five Nights at Freddy's: What Came Next (Part 2)

Five Nights at Freddy's: The History
Five Nights at Freddy's: What Came Next (Part 1)
== All-Out Attack ==
"Toy Bonnie, head to Party Room 2 and get into the Right Air Vent," said Toy Freddy. "Toy Chica, enter Party Room 1 and wait for my signal. Mangle, go into the Game Area, and Balloon Boy, follow Foxy. Bonnie, go to-"
"Hey, whoa, now," said Freddy. "You can command your own animatronics, but as far as P&S are concerned... that's another story."
"All right, that is fair," said Toy Freddy.
"Yeah, seriously, get with the program," Bonnie muttered.
"Bonnie, go to Party Room... 1? Is that the one you went into before?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, go there once Toy Chica goes into the Air Vent. For now, go in the hall. Chica, go into Party Room 4, I'm going into Party Room 3. Foxy, head down the hall and make an attempt to kill the guard from there. And Golden Freddy, if you can hear me, wherever you are," Freddy added, "make up your own strategy." He then headed to Party Room 3.
Foxy headed into the hall and peered at the desk, checking on the guard. However, it was not a guard that he beheld. It was an endoskeleton.
What the heck? Foxy thought. That thar be no night guard, it be an endoskeleton. And as far I be concerned, endoskeletons can't be witout thar suits, so this one 'ere must be put in his suit.
The endoskeleton was checking the monitor. A garbled static was emitting from the speaker connected to the monitor.
It must be Foxina, Foxy thought.
He took a deep breath and charged down the hall. The endoskeleton lowered the monitor and raised a flashlight at Foxy. He began to flick it on and off, flashing the light at Foxy's face a few times. Foxy's vision went pure white and a straining, aching pain started in his eyes.
Foxy stopped for a moment, then turned back and retreated, his eyepatch covering his right eye and his hand covering his left.
"Foxy, what's the matter?" Freddy whispered from Party Room 3.
"The endoskeleton had some kinda lightburst attack o' some sort," Foxy groaned, still rubbing his eyes. "It blinded the heck outta me."
"Wait, endoskeleton?" Freddy asked. "Toy Freddy said a night guard."
"Aye, but thar be no night guard," said Foxy. "Thar be an endoskeleton. See far yerself." Then he winced and his hand clenched.
"Are you okay?" Chica said in worry.
"Aye, I'll live," said Foxy, "but I think ye'd better try ta git 'im. Oh, me poor blinded eyes..."
Chica crept down the hall, not making a sound with every step she took. She peeked around the corner.
"Wow, Foxy's right, there is an endoskeleton," Chica murmured.
Quickly, she snuck into the room and held her arms out wide, ready to grab the endoskeleton. But before she could, the endoskeleton lowered the monitor, saw her, and pulled a Freddy head down over his own.
Chica paused, unsure of what to do. The endoskeleton in front of her was now wearing a suit, like an animatronic, but she had seen him not wearing it before. Was he creating some sort of illusion? Chica didn't dare to budge.
The lights flickered suddenly, and Chica saw her chance. While the lights were out, she turned and left the room as quickly and silently as she could. The lights came back on, and the endoskeleton pulled the mask off.
"He has some sort of Freddy head," Chica said to Bonnie and Freddy. "Just like Toy Chica said. He's able to mix up my thought process and make him think that he's an animatronic, too."
"Let me try," said Freddy. "I shouldn't be fooled by that."
He headed down the hall and entered the Office. The lights overhead flickered too, just as they had with Chica, and the endoskeleton, upon sight of Freddy, quickly slipped the mask on.
Freddy blinked, surprised. He saw the endoskeleton put the mask on, but now he registered as an animatronic in his mind. Freddy tried to attack him, but something was holding him back. He couldn't bring himself to do it.
I'm Freddy, Freddy thought. I know I am. I know that this guy is an imposter. So why can't I attack?
He left the room, and the endoskeleton pulled the mask off and checked the Right Air Vent, where Toy Bonnie was peeking out of.
"He did it to me, too," said Freddy. "The same mask trick. I thought, since I was Freddy, that I wouldn't be fooled, since he had a Freddy mask on, but the same thing happened."
"This really peeves me off," Bonnie growled. "Let me try. I'm gonna strangle him so hard, he's gonna go by the nickname of 'Noodle Neck'!"
"Give it a go," Chica sighed, "but I doubt it'll work."
Bonnie walked down the hall. The endoskeleton flicked the flashlight at him a few times, but Bonnie didn't back down. He made it into the Office and stood tall over the endoskeleton, glaring hard down at him. The endoskeleton stared in shock, then quickly grabbed the Freddy mask and put it on.
Furious, Bonnie reached towards the endoskeleton, but something clicked in his head. Bonnie tried to move his arm, but it wouldn't budge. He couldn't move any closer towards the endoskeleton. Molten lava boiling in his mind, Bonnie tried moving back a bit so that he could then lunge, and he was able to recoil, but he wasn't able to move forward any further.
"Damn you, endoskeleton," Bonnie snarled. Dark thoughts filling his head, Bonnie turned and left the Office, his metal foot clanging hard on the linoleum with each step.
"He did it to me, too!" Bonnie yelled.
"Yeah, I thought so," said Chica.
"Shut up," said Bonnie. "I'm not in the mood. I'm seeing red, and that's not just because my eyes are!"
Toy Chica walked into the Main Hall. Her animatronic eyes and beak had been removed from her face, leaving her with her endoskeleton eyes showing and a human-like mouth.
"I'll try," said Toy Chica. She walked down the hallway, and the guard flicked the flashlight on and spotted her.
“Oh, no, not you,” he said, picking up the Freddy mask. Toy Chica quickened her pace, getting closer.
“... Nooo...!” The guard pulled the Freddy mask down over his head, and Toy Chica stopped, her poorly-working recognition system suffering from this sensery overload.
“Ah ha ha ha!” the guard laughed. “Yeah, how do you like that, you feminist prostitute duck thing? Hey, uh, looks like you've left your brain behind, so get the hell out of here and pick it up.” The guard laughed again.
Toy Chica blinked and stepped back, hurt by these words. Then she slowly turned away and ran down the hall.
“Yeah, that's right, you idiot!” the guard yelled mockingly. “Get out of here!”
“Toy Chica?” Bonnie asked. “Are you okay?”
But Toy Chica didn't answer. She just dashed past and vanished into the shadows. Bonnie saw, as she passed, that she was sad. Her eyelids were tilted diagonally, and she seemed to be crying.
Bonnie watched her go, then turned his head back to the endoskeleton. His red eyes were shining hard enough to temporarily blind someone and his fist was clenched so tight that the finger joints were detatched slightly.
“Um, Bonnie?” Freddy asked. “... You feeling okay?”
In a low, barely controlled voice constructed of pure fury, Bonnie said “This guy has been teetering on the edge of life and death, and he just dove headfirst down the death side.” And he turned and headed down the hall. He walked into the Office, and the lights flickered. The endoskeleton pulled the Freddy mask down just as the lights went out. The lights went back on again, and the endoskeleton couldn't see Bonnie anywhere.
“Is... he still there?” the endoskeleton said to himself shakily. “Is he still there?”
Bonnie emerged from under the desk, tore the Freddy mask off, and grabbed the endoskeleton tight around the neck.
“Yes,” he growled.
The endoskeleton tried to cry out, but Bonnie's grip around his neck had cut off his air supply, and nothing came out. He clawed at Bonnie's hand weakly.
“Can't... breathe...” he choked out.
“Shut up!” said Bonnie angrily, throttling him. “I've had enough of you! Tricking my friends and I - twice - and blinding Foxy... I can get by those. But verbally insulting my best Toy animatronic friend... that is just not acceptable!”
“Let... go...” the endoskeleton winced, sticking out his foot and kicking Bonnie in the gut.
“Didn't even feel it,” said Bonnie furiously. “Now, let your final thoughts be why the hell you ever insulted her. And possibly why you ever made the poor decision to not wear your suit!!!”
The endoskeleton coughed weakly and went limp. Bonnie let go of him and the endoskeleton fell to the ground, his neck having deep indentations where Bonnie's fingers had clenched him.
“Hey, good one, Bonnie!” said Freddy. “I saw that, how you strangled him to death.”
“Well, I guess that one worked well,” Chica agreed. “And you were right, he should have the nickname 'Noodle Neck'.”
“Yeah, thanks,” said Bonnie. “Now, I'm just gonna... go, now.”
“Still need to blow off some steam?” Freddy asked.
“... Yeah, let's call it that,” said Bonnie. “See you later.” He turned and went back down the hallway.
“Bye for now,” said Freddy, waving.
Suddenly, a yellow Freddy suit appeared in the room. Freddy turned to the suit and gasped.
“Hi,” said the suit.
“GOLDEN FREDDY!” he said. “Um... Carolyn? Did you possess him?”
“Yes, I did,” said Golden Freddy, nodding. “Are you Timothy?”
“Yes!” said Freddy. “How did you know?”
“I can see part of you poking out of your armpit.”
“Oh.” Freddy checked his armpit and saw a hand poking out from it. He pushed the hand back inside him and turned back to Golden Freddy.
“Where have you been?” Freddy asked him.
“What do you mean?” Golden Freddy asked. “I've been here all the time.”
“No, you haven't,” said Chica, shaking her head. “You've been gone. We haven't seen you.”
“Huh,” said Golden Freddy. “Well... that's odd.”
“Well, anyways,” said Freddy, “you're here, and that's what matters. Where were you this whole time?...”
=="Friendly Contact"==
Toy Chica was crouched by the door to the Parts & Service room, quietly crying to herself. The words that the night guard had said to her were very mean, and she was overwhelmed with all the negative energy directed at her. She never experienced anything like it before. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, blinking through her imaginary tears.
Then, she heard a clunk. She looked up and saw Bonnie holding out a plushie of himself to her.
“Here,” said Bonnie.
Toy Chica's eyes widened in surprise. “Is... is this mine?”
Bonnie nodded. “Yeah, it's for you.”
Toy Chica reached her hand up, and upon touching the plushie, she looked up at Bonnie with uncertainty. “You're sure...?”
Bonnie nodded again. “Of course.”
Toy Chica accepted the plushie, looked at it for a moment, then hugged it close to her chest, smiling. Bonnie seated himself down beside her and put his arm around her shoulder, drawing her close.
“It's okay,” said Bonnie tenderly. “Everything's all right, don't cry. Bonnie's here. Did what the endoskeleton say make you sad?”
“Y... yes,” said Toy Chica, nodding. Then she looked at Bonnie in confusion. “But he wasn't an endoskeleton.”
“He registered as one to me,” said Bonnie. “And endoskeletons need to be in their suits, that's the rule. So I punished him for that.”
Toy Chica gasped with amazement. “You did?”
“Well, not only because of that, but partly, yeah. Mostly, I was furious that he insulted you like that. But yeah, I grabbed him by the throat, nearly broke his neck, didn't let go until he broke. In fact, that's the way I'm gonna kill the endoskeletons from now on.”
“O-oh...” Toy Chica smiled. “Well, thank you.”
“You're welcome,” said Bonnie. Then he looked at her. “I noticed that you removed your eyes and beak.”
“Oh, yeah, I did,” said Toy Chica, touching her face briefly. “They kinda get in the way of killing the night guard, so I take them off. I can snap them back in easily if you want me to, though...”
“Don't,” said Bonnie. “I like it this way.”
“You do?” Toy Chica asked in surprise.
“Yeah,” Bonnie replied. “It looks good on you.”
“Thank you,” said Toy Chica. “Then, that's one more reason for me to keep them out every night. But during the day, I put them back in again, because that's how I look to everyone, and they want me to stay that way.”
“Sure, sure, I have no problem with that,” said Bonnie.
There was a bit of a silence, then Toy Chica looked at Bonnie.
“You know,” she said, “you seem really mean and hardy at times, but I can see that beneath that rough exterior, there lies a heart of gold.”
Bonnie nodded. “Yep. That's how I was when I was alive, too.”
“I'm really grateful that you came by here to cheer me up, by the way,” said Toy Chica.
“Well, no one else was coming, were they?” Bonnie asked. “Someone had to do it, so why not me? I like you. Did when I was alive, do when I'm dead. And I'm the very first Old animatronic that you met, so you should know me the most.”
“Yes, that's true,” Toy Chica agreed. “And I like you too, Bonnie, very much. You're very kind to me.”
“I try,” said Bonnie.
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“It's almost dawn,” said Toy Freddy as Toy Chica and Bonnie returned. “Where have you two been?”
Toy Chica glanced at Bonnie, gave a little sigh, and smiled. “Oh, nowhere.”
“Yeah,” Bonnie agreed, nodding. “Absolutely nowhere.”
“Oh, no,” said Golden Freddy, wincing. “Please don't let this be what I think it is...”
Freddy beckoned Bonnie over.
“So,” said Freddy quietly to Bonnie, “what's going on between you two?”
“Oh, we just kinda...” Bonnie scratched the back of his head. “I like her, and I told her that, and she was fine with it. She even said that she liked me back.”
“Oh, really?” said Freddy, raising his eyebrows in surprise. “That's a bit surprising, considering how you look, but that's still great. This'll definitely spice things up around here.”
“Yeah,” said Bonnie, chuckling.
“What?” said Golden Freddy. “What do you mean, you like her?”
“Well, I mean there's friendly contact with another robot,” said Bonnie, “and then there's 'friendly contact' with another robot. Know what I'm saying?”
“But why?” said Golden Freddy, now seeming kind of annoyed. “I don't really like the idea of 'friendly contact' between you two.”
“What's wrong?” Toy Bonnie asked.
“Bonnie and Toy Chica are now boyfriend and girlfriend!” said Golden Freddy, completely shocked.
“Is that so?” said Toy Freddy, smiling at Toy Chica. She smiled back and turned away, blushing.
“Yes, sir,” she said shyly.
“Yeah, but I mean just why?” said Golden Freddy. “Toy Freddy, you can't possibly be okay with this.”
“I'm perfectly fine with it,” said Toy Freddy brightly, walking up to Golden Freddy and putting a hand on his shoulder. “My golden twin, I think that love is a wonderful emotion. It brings out happiness and enthusiasm, and it is something that the souls of the children within them once felt.”
“Yeah, but Toy Chica doesn't have any human soul in her,” said Golden Freddy bluntly.
“Yeah,” said Bonnie, “but actually, my human soul was a robosexual.”
“Well, this conversation has officially turned PG-13,” said the Puppet, laughing.
“See, I want to let that go without comment,” said Golden Freddy, “but no. It's too much. Explain.”
“It means someone who isn't in love with a male or female,” said Bonnie. “It means someone who's in love with a robot. And my human soul developed that within me when I first saw Toy Chica. And now, I'm feeling the same emotion.”
“And I don't really mind,” said Toy Chica. “I mean, he may look creepy and weird, but I think he's kinda cute. He may seem mean to some people, but he's actually really nice. I don't care how he looks, I care how he is. 'Cause you can't judge an animatronic by what's outside, but what's inside, because like the saying goes, it's what's inside that counts.”
The Puppet applauded.
“Nice speech,” said Toy Bonnie.
“I'd vote for her,” said BB.
Golden Freddy just mumbled something under his breath and teleported to the other side of the room.
“I have never seen him like this before,” said Toy Freddy.
“Well, I've eventually gotten to see his true colors,” said Freddy, walking up to Toy Freddy. “In due time, you know. And this is pretty much himself in all his glory.”
“Maybe there is more to Golden Freddy than meets the eye,” said Toy Freddy.
“No, there's less,” Freddy replied.
“It is possible,” said Toy Freddy.
“No, it isn't,” said Freddy. “I've looked into his eye sockets. He's pure evil.”
“Well, why is he even still around here, then?” Toy Freddy asked.
“I had found out that he can influence beings,” said Freddy. “If we kicked him out, then he'd influence us, one by one, and make us beat each other into little pieces. At least, that's probably what he'd do.”
"Ah," said Toy Freddy, wincing. "A bit much information there, my lad."
==Another Guard==
“So, Johnny,” said the manager, “it looks like you're all set. Check the rooms with your monitor, check the vents too, and shine your flashlight down the hall if you ever hear anything.”
“Don't worry, I got it,” said Johnny.
“Oh, and one more thing,” said the manager. “The animatronics... they're left in a 'Free-Roaming Mode' at night.”
“... What does that mean?” Johnny asked.
“It means that they walk around during the night, maybe even talk a bit like they do onstage. We gave them this 'Free-Roaming Mode' thing to prevent their servos locking up. It had a tendency to happen when they didn't have it.”
“Huh,” said Johnny. “So, I'll just be in the chair, minding my own business, when all of a sudden, I'll see Toy Freddy or someone walk by?”
“That's right,” said the manager, nodding. “And they intend you no harm, that's for sure. If you see any of them walk by, don't panic, it's natural, just thought I'd let you know. But here's something else to know: the previous night guard... didn't come back from his shift. And when we came in the next morning, we saw a puddle of blood behind his chair, which was knocked over backwards. We don't know what happened, but we think that a burglar got in and shot him or something. So just keep a wide eye open tonight, just in case.”
“Do.... do you think it was... the, uh...” Johnny stammered.
“Oh, what, the animatronics?” said the manager humorously. “No way! They can't kill you. When they wander around, they only do what they've been programmed to do. There's no way that they can kill you, don't worry about it.”
“Well, I don't know,” said Johnny nervously. “I don't want them to get in and try to kill me.”
“But see, that's the beauty of it,” said the manager. “If they get to close to your Office, and you're that worried about them killing you (which they can't), then just shine your flashlight in their faces a few times. Then, they'll just leave.”
“Okay,” said Johnny uncertainty, “but what if they're already inside my Office??”
“Then you wear this,” said the manager, lifting up a cardboard box onto the desk and opening it. Inside was a Freddy head. “This is a Freddy mask that you can keep with you! It's basically a Freddy Fazbear head that had all the endoskeleton and animatronic parts cleared out of it so that it can be worn easily. If any of the animatronics enter your Office, then just wear the mask. Anything that wandered in will wander back out! Simple?”
“... I guess so,” said Johnny. “Yeah, all right. Thanks.”
“All right, then,” said the manager, patting Johnny on the shoulder and smiling. “I'm gonna go now, it's getting late. Don't forget, your shift ends at 6 AM, so just lock up the place when you're done here, okay? Goodnight, rookie!” He waved and headed out the door.
“Goodnight, sir,” said Johnny, waving back and turning back to the desk.
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Freddy opened the door to the Parts & Service Room and beckoned for Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy to come out with him. The four animatronics walked down the Main Hall and into the large room that housed the Show Stage. After a while, Toy Freddy poked his head out from the curtains and looked at Freddy.
“Ah, Freddy,” said Toy Freddy. “Good to see you.”
“Hey,” said Freddy. “Is there a endoskeleton tonight? Can we kill him?”
Toy Bonnie paused, realizing that Freddy meant a night guard, then he looked at Toy Freddy. “Toy Freddy, is there one?”
“Yes... yes, I believe so,” said Toy Freddy. “It has been a week and a day, so yes, there shall be a new night guard.”
“Yay!” Toy Chica chirped. “Is he in the Office? Can we go get him??”
Toy Freddy laughed. “Yes, yes, you can go and kill him. You too, Toy Bonnie.”
“Sweet!” Toy Bonnie hopped off the Show Stage and went off to Party Room 4, Toy Chica heading to Party Room 1. Bonnie followed her.
“So, hopefully the endoskeleton won't, you know... say anything offensive like that, yeah?” he said.
“Yup,” said Toy Chica, nodding. “But this is a new night guard. That other one looked pretty burly and tough, and this one... I caught a glance at him from down the Main Hall, he looks like... well... I don't want to say 'wimpy', that's mean, but... not as 'tough-looking' as the other guy. You know what I mean?”
“Yeah,” said Bonnie. “All right, then. Off you go.”
Toy Chica smiled, then crouched down by the Left Air Vent. Before she could enter it, however, a light turned on from the security camera. Toy Chica froze, Bonnie off-camera, and after a few seconds, a voice could be heard from the Office:
“Gah! They actually move>??? The manager wasn't kidding when he said that???”
Bonnie made a staticy chuckle and Toy Chica looked at Bonnie and giggled. “He thought the manager was joking.”
Then the light blinked off, and Toy Chica crept into the Air Vent. Bonnie then stood by the Air Vent, while Toy Chica crawled down it. Bonnie crouched down and peered down the Air Vent.
“Good luck getting him,” he said softly.
“Thanks,” Toy Chica replied. She continued down the Air Vent and right when she neared the bend to the left, the light from the security camera blinked on. Toy Chica stood still again.
The guard let out a squeaky gasp. “T...Toy Chica... in the Air Vent! What's she doing in there?!”
Toy Chica smiled and stifled a laugh. The light blinked off and she progressed through the vent.
Once she reached the end of it, she peeked into the Office. The guard was still looking at the monitor, neglecting her. Toy Chica quickly slipped into the Office and stood up, waiting for the guard to lower the monitor.
“Okay, so Toy Bonnie's in there, so that's perfectly normal,” the guard muttered under his breath, “and what. The heck. Is that. There's a faceless bunny in there? The manager never said anything about that!”
“Hey there, everybody!” said Toy Freddy from the Main Hall, speaking what was in his programming. “Are you all having a good time at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?”
“Don't-” The guard took a deep breath and sighed. “Oh, it's just you, Toy Freddy.”
“Are you ready to hear some music?” said Toy Bonnie from Party Room 4.
“No,” the guard muttered sarcastically under his breath.
“Really? Why not?”
“Crap, he heard me?!”
Toy Chica smiled, then leaned forward and tapped the guard on the shoulder. The guard's fingers suddenly gripped the monitor even tighter and he froze. Breathing heavily, he slowly lowered the monitor and looked over at Toy Chica, flinching as he did so.
“Hi there!” said Toy Chica cheerfully, putting her left hand behind her back and waving to him with the other. “My name is Toy Chica! What's your name?”
“It's just their programming, it's just their programming, it's just their programming,” the guard whispered to himself. Then he took a shaky breath. “... Hi... I'm, uh, Johnny. Nice to meet you, uh, Toy Chica.”
“Aww, it's nice to meet you too, Johnny!” said Toy Chica happily. “Let's do something fun together!”
“Um, no thanks,” said Johnny. “I'm busy doing my night shift, and then I have to go at 6. Maybe next time, huh?”
Toy Chica's hands reached up to her face, gripped her animatronic eyes and beak, and tore them off, revealing her black eyes with glowing white pupils and her toothy grin. She set the eyes and beak down on the desk, set her hands down on the edge of the desk, and leaned in towards Johnny, who leaned back with surprise.
“Excuse me?” said Toy Chica softly.
“I, uh...” Johnny swallowed nervously. “I'm... busy... doing my shift right now, so I... really can't, okay? Now go back to the Show Stage or whatever, please don't be like this, you creep me out.”
“Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that,” said Toy Chica.
“Okay, well then!” said Johnny with forced cheerfulness. “Does this mean you can go? Because, and I mean no offense by this, but I would like you to go.”
“Oh...” said Toy Chica, nodding carefully as if she was listening very carefully. Then she shook her head. “Oh no, I'm still going to kill you. Though you are my bestest, bestest friend in the room, currently, dire circumstances require me to end your life. We have a repuation to do that once night rolls around, you know, and we can't let there be any survivors.”
“... Crud, this isn't real,” said Johnny shakily. “No, don't kill me! I knew it was the animatronics who killed that other night guard! It was, wasn't it?!”
“That's right,” said Toy Chica, smiling devilishly. “And guess who's next?”
“When I end my shift, I'm gonna tell everyone the truth about you guys!” Johnny yelled at Toy Chica.
“Not giving you the cha-ance,” said Toy Chica in a sing-song voice.
“What can you do to me, really?” said Johnny. “You're-you're just an animatronic!”
“And that's more than enough,” said Toy Chica. “But you'd like to know what I can do? Okay, I'll show you!”
“No!” Johnny cried. “Get away from me! GET THE HELL AWA-”
“Get ready!” said Toy Chica, giggling with excitement, then she bent her knees and sprang at Johnny, knocking him down off his seat. Johnny screamed and grabbed at the flashlight, swinging it at Toy Chica. She leaned back as the flashlight swung inches away from her face. Johnny tried to hit her again, but Toy Chica grabbed his wrist and forced it down on the ground. Then she grabbed his other wrist and forced it down as well, and then knelt down on his legs, completely pinning him down.
“Ow!” Johnny yelled. “Let go of me! You nearly broke my arm! You stupid machine!”
“Oh, please don't resist,” said Toy Chica. “The fun's only just begun!”
“AAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!” Johnny screamed as Toy Chica leaned in for the kill.
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“I don't understand it,” said Jeremy. “There's another dead guard here, in a puddle of blood. Just like the other night guard too, only this guy has his lips ripped off as well... weird. And all the windows are intact, so it couldn't've been a burglar.”
The manager nodded.
“Well, he was a trooper,” he said. “Did his job until he got killed, even.”
Jeremy looked at the manager with a confused expression on his face. “Now what's that supposed to mean?”
The manager glanced at Jeremy. “What?”
“The way you said that,” said Jeremy, pointing at the manager. “It sounded like you knew that he was going to die.”
“Oh, no, no!” said the manager, holding his hands up. “I had no idea that he would die.”
“I think you did,” said Jeremy in a suspicious tone.
“Well, uh, what could have done it?” said the manager, casually changing the subject.
“What could have?”
“I mean, uh, who could have done it?” said the manager carefully. “Yeah, thanks for catching me on that. I'm not sure how on Earth he could've died when there was no one in here but the animatronics.”
“Well, maybe the animatronics did it,” said Jeremy, smiling.
The manager laughed. “No, Jeremy, that's impossible. They're only programmed to, well... following their programming. When they wander around, they should only do stuff like sing, talk cheerfully, and act as if there were children here.”
Jeremy nodded, but the more he thought about the animatronics being the culprit of the murder of the guard, the more nervous he got.
“... I'm not too sure,” said Jeremy uncertainly. “I'm not sure what exactly is going on, but I intend to find out.”
“Well, in any case, you're the last one of our staff qualified to work the night shift,” said the manager, flicking a brief glance at Jeremy.
“The night shift? Me?” said Jeremy. He could feel his stomach tying itself up in knots and a sweat instantly starting to break out on his forehead. “I... I'm not sure I'm ready for it.”
“Oh, come on,” said the manager. “Of course you are! You've always been a good security guard, and really, the only thing that'll change is that your shift will be at night instead of by day.”
“And there's also the fact that there's killer animatronics stalking the halls trying to kill me,” Jeremy added.
“Jeremy, stop it,” said the manager firmly. “The animatronics cannot kill anyone. It is strictly impossible. End of discussion. Okay?”
“... Yes, sir,” said Jeremy.
The manager nodded. “Good. Well, get ready then. You have a busy night ahead of you.”
=="The Chosen One"==
Jeremy sighed. “Okaaaaaay, let's review. I've got my monitor with me to check the security cameras. It can also wind the music box that's in the Prize Corner from here, and all the security cameras had lights on them that can light up the room. I have a flashlight right here beside me that I can use to flash down the Main Hall, and I can check the vent lights, too. My Freddy mask will ward away the animatronics if I wear it, my shift ends at 6, and I'm just starting now.” He nodded and picked up the monitor. “Let's do this.”
He wound the music box up to the max, then checked the Show Stage. Only Toy Freddy and Toy Chica were on it; Toy Bonnie was absent. Jeremy checked a few Party Rooms and eventually found Toy Bonnie, holding his guitar in Party Room 2 and looking at the camera.
Jeremy bit his lip and took a deep breath to calm himself. “No, Jeremy, keep calm. The manager said that this was all just programming.”
Switching through the cameras, Jeremy reached the Prize Corner and wound up the music box again. Then, he heard the alarm go off: a deep, echoing sound, similar to that of a running dishwasher, that originated from down the hallway.
Jeremy lowered the monitor and checked down the hallway. He spotted a faceless Bonnie animatronic down there and, in surprise and shock, flashed the light on and off a few times to stall him, then wore the Freddy mask. After a short while, he took the mask off and checked the hall again. The animatronic was gone.
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Freddy bit his lip in frusturation.
“I don't get this,” said Freddy. “This endoskeleton is better than any one we've ever faced. He's managed to hold off all of us, keep the music box wound, and it's 5 AM already!”
“Hold on, Foxina's got an idea,” said Mangle. She crept towards the Right Air Vent and crawled down it. Once she reached the end, her static emenated from the vent, but the guard was looking at the monitor and winding the music box to the max.
Mangle crept into the room, crawled up the wall, and halted on the ceiling, right above the desk. The guard finally finished winding the music box and lowered the monitor. But upon hearing the static, he slowly craned his neck up and saw Mangle there, hanging from the ceiling.
“Surprised?” said Mangle, smiling.
The guard's eyes went wide, then he looked at the clock. “Change to 6, change to 6, change to 6...”
“You're too late!” Mangle yelled, and with that, she released her handgrip on the ceiling and came swinging in at the guard's face, her fox jaws splayed wide open.
The guard started to scream in terror. “AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-”
Ding... dong... ding... dong...
There was the bonging of a bell.
Mangle froze, then completely detatched from the ceiling and crashed to the desk like a dead thing, sliding off and hitting the floor.
“YES!” Jeremy cheered, pumping his fists into the air. “I beat you guys!” Then he peered over the edge of the desk at Mangle. “But first I'd better get you back into the Kid's Cove...”
He got up, gathered Mangle in his arms, and carried here back to the Kid's Cove. As he set her down on the floor, she opened her eye and locked on him.
“What-” said Jeremy in surprise.
“Well, hello there, sugar,” said Mangle, smiling. “Why don't we have some fun together?”
“Oh, right,” said Jeremy, breathing a sigh of relief and nodding. “Their programming.”
But then he realized something. “She had said 'you're too late'... I don't think that's in her programming. I wonder why she said that?”
“Jeremy?” said the voice of the manager. “I'm here! Did everything go well?”
“Oh! Uh, yes, sir!” said Jeremy standing up and heading to the manager.
“Come back soon!” Mangle called to Jeremy.
“But... um...” Jeremy started.
“What?” the manager asked, coming from around the corner.
“Um...” Jeremy was debating in his mind whether or not he should tell the manager that the animatronics were trying to kill him. He wasn't sure the manager would want to hear it.
“Jeremy, what is it?” said the manager more insistently.
“The animatronics were trying to kill me,” Jeremy blurted out.
The manager sighed. “Not this again...”
“No, really,” said Jeremy, shaking his head frantically. “I was trying to complete the night, okay? And... there were footsteps, and... there were animatronics. I swear, they were walking around.”
“Jeremy, that was just their Free-Roaming Mode,” said the manager, shaking his head. “Do you remember how I told you about that? It's perfectly normal. I don't know who is putting these ideas in your head, but-”
“Listen!” said Jeremy. “The animatronics were walking around, you said that's perfectly normal, and fine. But repeatedly trying to kill me during the night is not perfectly normal! Not at all! I wore the Freddy mask, like you said, and they went away, and then Mangle got into my Office! She swung down from the ceiling at me, and I nearly died! She tried to bite me in the head!”
“Jeremy, calm down,” said the manager, chuckling. “Listen-”
“No, you listen,” said Jeremy, cutting him short. “That other night guard-”
“-was killed due to mysterious circumstances,” the manager cut in. “The animatronics did not kill him, and they were not trying to kill you. And if I hear one more word of it, you're out of a job. Got it?”
Jeremy glared at the manager.
“Fine,” said Jeremy in a low voice.
“All right,” said the manager, nodding and smiling. Then he turned away and headed to the Show Stage. “Looks like it's time to get these guys booted up again...”
No need, Jeremy thought. They're already awake.
==The Sixth Night Already==
Freddy peeked around the corner of the Main Hall at the endoskeleton, who was looking at the monitor. Then he recoiled and glanced back at Bonnie.
“Okay, we've got the same endoskeleton as before,” he said. “Why does he keep doing this? We haven't killed any endoskeletons for days, including him, and it's getting annoying.”
“Oh, it's getting more than just annoying,” said Bonnie. “It's getting irritating, frusturating, and making me madder by the second.”
“I don't know if it's possible to get even more mad than you are now,” said Freddy, chuckling. “You always were the sore spot in our group.”
“Shut up,” said Bonnie.
“All right, all right,” said Freddy, nodding. Then he walked into the Main Hall, wincing at the pain that resonated through his shoddy knees. All of a sudden, the alarm blared.
“Stupid alarm,” Freddy muttered. “Now he's gonna know I'm here.”
The endoskeleton lowered the monitor, turned on his flashlight, and upon spotting Freddy standing there, slipped the Freddy mask on his head. Freddy instantly didn't feel compelled to continue to attack the endoskeleton, so he retreated. After a few seconds, the endoskeleton pulled off the mask, checked the hallway again, and then checked both the air vents before going back to the monitor and winding up the music box.
“I'm really beginning to dislike this guy,” said Chica. “Every time I try to get to him, he just pulls that mask down. It's almost like he knows that we're coming.”
“He does,” said Foxy. “Thar be some sort o' alarm that goes off whene'er anyone goes inta the corr'dor.”
“I'd like to kill him myself, believe me,” said Bonnie. “But no chance of that, when he's so goddamn alert like that.”
There was a clumping sound, like someone crawling through the vents. The endoskeleton checked the monitor, and as he did, BB crawled out of the Left Air Vent and into the room. The endoskeleton quickly lowered his monitor and looked at the vent, but it was too late. BB was already inside.
BB started to laugh.
“Shut up!” said the endoskeleton, waving his hand at BB. “Go! Get! Get out of here!”
BB kept on laughing.
The endoskeleton quickly looked at the monitor again, on the lookout for more animatronics.
BB glanced at Foxy. “I disabled his flashlight, you can get him now!”
Foxy blinked in surprise. “How'd ye do that, lad?”
“In the grand scheme of things,” said Toy Freddy, coming up behind Foxy, “does that really matter?”
“Nay, I guess ye're right,” said Foxy. Then he turned back to the endoskeleton and ran full speed down it. The animatronics watched as Foxy kept running down the hall, and before the endoskeleton could lower the monitor and shine Foxy in the face, Foxy bent his knees, his endoskeleton feet skidding on the floor in that time, and lunged at the endoskeleton, mouth open wide and screaming. The endoskeleton lowered the monitor upon hearing the yell and ducked under the desk, Foxy slamming headfirst into the wall.
Foxy got up, whirled around, and glared at the endoskeleton.
“Rulebreakers be forced ta walk the plank,” said Foxy in a menacing tone.
The endoskeleton just stared in fright.
Foxy reached towards him, fingertips away from grabbing him, when suddenly...
Ding... dong... ding... dong...
It was 6 AM.
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Jeremy watched the fox animatronic freeze, then fall to the ground. Slowly, he crept out from under the desk and peered around. The Toy animatronics were gone, but all of the damaged ones were lying on the ground.
“Where did these guys come from?” Jeremy asked. “And why do they look so beat-up?”
Putting the Old animatronics into the Parts & Service room (for that was where he thought they belonged), he walked to the front door. But right as he was about to unlock it, it unlocked itself and opened, the manager walking in. Upon seeing Jeremy, he frowned in confusion.
“Um... Jeremy?” said the manager. “The pizzeria's closed.”
“Oh...” Jeremy nodded. “Yeah, that's what the Phone Guy said to me, but I thought he meant that it was just closed for the night. He had said something like, uh, like 'what on Earth are you doing there? The place is closed, uh, a least for a while'.”
“Yeah, no, he meant closed for good,” said the manager. “Our budget's low, and we can't afford to keep this restaurant running. So I'm sorry, but this place is closing down by tomorrow.”
Upon hearing this news, Jeremy spoke.
“Sir,” said Jeremy carefully, “does this mean that Toy Freddy and the others are getting scrapped because of what's happening, with the pizzeria being closed and all that?”
“Yes,” said the manager, nodding. Then his face grew grave. “This isn't about the animatronics trying to kill you again, is it?”
“Well... not technically,” Jeremy lied. “I mean, yeah, they were trying to kill me again, but I was just asking.”
“All right,” said the manager, the seriousness vanishing from his face. “But you might have heard Phone Guy say to you on the recorded message for tonight that we have one more event scheduled for tomorrow, a birthday. And after that, then we're closing for good.”
“All right, sir, I understand,” said Jeremy.
Seventh Night
Toy Freddy waited patiently. He was waiting for the hum of the security camera to emit, because then that meant that the night guard was checking the monitors, and that meant that there was no one else in the building. But no buzz came.
Toy Freddy frowned in confusion. What was going on? He knew that there was another night guard tonight, and that his name was Fritz Smith, as said by the manager. But Fritz was not checking the cameras.
Suddenly, the Show Stage curtain parted, and Fritz stepped onto it. Toy Freddy saw Toy Bonnie briefly flick a worried glance at him, but stay perfectly still.
“Okay,” said Fritz. “The manager said that you guys move around in the night. Well, let's see just how much you can really move.”
Toy Freddy shuddered slightly. He had no idea what Fritz was going to do to him, but he didn't want to find out.
Unfortunately, he was about to.
Fritz walked behind Toy Freddy and began fiddling with his neck. Toy Freddy wondered what he was doing, but then he realized that he was tampering with his Artificial Intelligence. Fritz finished with Toy Freddy, then he moved to Toy Bonnie, and then Toy Chica. Toy Freddy could feel his limbs feeling jittery. Whatdidhedotome? His thoughts were slurred together.
Then, Fritz got off the stage and headed for the Kid's Cove, likely to tamper with Mangle.
Toy Freddy felt like his whole body was vibrating. He tried to speak, but all his words were slurred together, as were his thoughts.
“Iseveryoneokay?” Toy Freddy asked. His voice box was sped up, causing his words to be as slurred as his thoughts.
“Yeahbutwaitwhathappenedtomyvoice?” Toy Bonnie asked.
“ Fritzwasdoingsomethingwithmyinsides,” said Toy Chica. She gave a sped-up giggle. “Itkindatickled.”
“WellheisobviouslydoingsomethingwithMangleaswell,” said Toy Freddy, his lower jaw a blur as he spoke. “Weneedtoseewhatheisdoing.”
Fritz left the Kid's Cove and walked over to the Parts & Service room. “Now for you guys. I remember the manager telling me about you.” He opened the door and entered the room.
After a while, he left, and Toy Freddy could hear noises coming from the room. Heprobably tamperedwithFreddyandtheotherstoo, he thought.
“Okay, that ought to give me a real challenge for tonight,” said Fritz. “The manager was happy that the other night guards were surviving against the animatronics... wait'll I tell him that I survived against them with their A.I.s set to 20.” He smiled and sat down at the desk.
A.I.ssettotwenty? Toy Freddy thought. Heiscrazy!
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Freddy looked around at the other Old animatronics. “Whatdidthatendoskeletondo? Whyismyvoicespedup?”
“Idon'tknow,” said Bonnie, whos voice was almost uncomprehensible. “Ifeel likeIdrankagallonofcoffee.”
“What?” said Chica.
“IsaidthatIfeellikeIdrankagallonofcoffee.”
“OkayIcan'tunderstandyou,” said Chica, sparks flying from her mouth. “Let'sjustgo.”
“Yeslet's,” said Freddy.
They got up and left the Parts & Service room. Freddy could feel his limbs wanting to move quickly, and no matter how fast he moved, it felt like it was not enough. His knees stung with every step.
“ToyFreddy?” said Freddy. “Areyouallright?”
“YesIamfine,” said Toy Freddy. “ButthenightguardalteredourA.I.sto20andnowweareallspedup.”
“YeahIknow,” said Freddy, nodding quickly. “Hecameanddidsomethingbutwedidn'tknowwhat.”
“Myvoiceboxisspedupandnoonecanunderstandme!” said Bonnie in frusturation.
“What?” said Toy Chica.
Bonnie sighed. “Irestmycase.”
“Where'stheendoskeleton?” Freddy asked. “Iwanttokillhimforthis!”
“Weare,” said Toy Freddy grimly. “Hehasdonethistoussoheistoblameletusgoandkillhimallofus!”
“Yaaaaaarrrharharhar!” Foxy laughed. “Hewantsachallengelet'sgive'imeverythin'we'vegot!”
The animatronics split up throughout the restaurant, heading for the Office on different routes. But Fritz was doing remarkably well. He fended Foxy away whenever he tried to attack, he wore the mask whenever any other animatronic entered via the air vents or Main Hall, and he was constantly checking the Prize Corner to wind up the music box.
Toy Bonnie popped out of the Right Air Vent just as Foxy came running down the hall. Fritz, not knowing that Foxy was approaching, wore the mask. When Toy Bonnie left, Fritz pulled the mask off and checked the hallway, but it was too late. Foxy was already airborne.
“WREEEEEAAAAA!!!” Foxy roared as he lunged.
“Gaaaaahh!!!!!” Fritz screamed, diving under the desk. Foxy rammed headfirst into the wall and fell to the floor with a clunk. Then he turned around and glared at Fritz. Bonnie entered the Office, grabbed the rim of the desk with his one hand, and overturned it.
“There'snowheretohideendoskeleton!” he yelled.
“No!” Fritz cried, jumping to his feet, zipping past Bonnie, and taking off down the hall. “No! Don't kill me!”
“Youbroughtthisonyourself!” Mangle yelled from overhead.
Fritz turned, took one look at Mangle, and swiped his flashlight at her. Mangle easily caught it and broke it in her hand. Then she yanked Fritz off the floor and drew him close.
“Ohyouwanttogetdirty?” said Mangle, smiling. “Finethennightguardlet'sdance!”
Fritz struggled to break free of Mangle's grapple with him, but Mangle held tight. She moved across the ceiling as she fought, slowly but determinedly heading towards the Kid's Cove, burdened by the weight of Fritz.
“Let me go already!” Fritz yelled.
“Notyet,” said Mangle. “NextstopontheFoxinaExpress... Kid'sCove.”
She entered the Kid's Cove, but she didn't drop Fritz. Instead, she detached from the ceiling and the two of them crashed to the ground.
“Ow!” said Fritz as he touched bottom. He tried again to break free, but Mangle held on.
“Notsofast,” she said, her endoskeleton eye jittering about. “I'mstillnotdonewithyou.”
“What-what're you going to do to me?” Fritz stammered.
“OhFoxinajustwantstohavealittlefunwithyou,” said Mangle, smiling. “We'reintheKid'sCovesolet'splayagametogetherFoxinaevenhasaspecialoneinmindandit'scalled'Let'sSeeHowLongTheNightGuardCanSurviveAgainstFoxina!'”
“What? No!” Fritz cried. “No, bad game! Bad game! I'd like to go now, please!”
“Heyyoubroughtthisonyourself,” said Mangle again, shrugging.
“Exactly how?” Fritz asked.
“You'retheonewhosetourA.I.sto20,” said Mangle. “Youwantedachallengesoyougotone.”
“Yeah, well, this challenge is over!” Fritz yelled. He broke free of Mangle's grasp and bolted from the Kid's Cove, back into the Office. He righted the desk and got behind it and sat in the chair, reaching into one of the desk drawers and pulling out another flashlight.
“Good thing I keep a spare,” he muttered.
He then quickly checked the clock. It read 5 AM.
“Great,” he smiled. “I'm almost done.” He then looked up and saw BB in the Office.
Fritz's eyes widened, then he looked at his flashlight. The bottom of it was open and the batteries were gone. Fritz then looked up at BB and saw him standing there, laughing at him.
“Shut up!” Fritz yelled. “Just shut up!”
BB kept on laughing.
The sound of running footsteps sounded, and Fritz quickly turned to the Main Hall. But as his flashlight was disabled, there was nothing he could do. Foxy jumped out from the hallway, his jaws open wide and screaming. Fritz instinctively ducked down under the desk just as Foxy reached the desk. He heard another crash as Foxy hit the wall, and then...
Ding... dong... ding... dong...
The bonging of the bell sounded again, signaling that it was 6 AM.
“YES!” Fritz yelled, lowering his fist, elbow to hip. “Did it with all their A.I.s at level 20!”
“You did what?”
Fritz peeked out from under the desk to see the manager staring down at him.
“Oh, sir,” he stammered, “I-”
“Fritz,” said the manager sternly, “you are not to tamper with the Artificial Intelligences of the animatronics. It was a clearly stated rule for employees. Now tell me why you did it, and don't lie to me.”
Fritz glanced away.
“I just, um... well, I know how Jeremy was doing so well, and, well, I wanted to do well too, so I set their A.I.s at 20 so that I would have a challenge, and I thought you'd be proud of me for completing a night while they're all hyperactive.”
He looked back at the manager, and saw that he was now glaring at him.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” the manager yelled. “I told you while you started this job to leave the animatronics alone, because we need them in perfect condition for the daytime. Now, you know that altering the animatronics' A.I.s could result in them unsuitable for work, and probably even causing to have them completely rebuilt. And I can also see that you went into the Parts & Service room and brought out the Old animatronics, too. And those would be used as temporary replacements for the Toys should they ever get wrecked in some way, for instance, tampering with their A.I.s! But no, you had to go and tamper with their A.I.s too! And now, thanks to you, we have no animatronics to use for this restaurant, we may have to shut down, and there's no way that any more restaurants can be opened!!!”
Fritz couldn't look at him.
“I'm sorry, sir,” said Fritz. “I won't do that next time.”
“Next time?” said the manager. “There won't be a next time. You're fired.”
“What?” said Fritz in shock. “No, please sir! Please don't fire me!”
“It's all your fault,” said the manager. “The whole restaurant has been put in jeopardy because of you. You and your foolish ego. I know that you didn't follow a rule, and normally I wouldn't fire my clients for that. But the rule you broke was the one that was absolutely crucial to NOT be broken. And I will not tolerate it.” He wrote something down on a pink slip of paper and handed it to Fritz.
Fritz looked down at the pink slip.
PINK SLIP 
TO: Fritz Smith 
Notice of Termination 
Employee #: 3 
Effective date: now
note: First day on the job? Really?!?!
Fritz looked sadly at the pink slip, then at the manager.
“All right, then,” he said finally. “Good day.”
The manager looked up from his paperwork and nodded. “Good day.”
Fritz turned and left the building.
Closed
When Freddy woke up, he was back in the Parts & Service room. He could feel all his joints unclenched. He swiveled his eyes around the room; they weren't skittering all over the place, so that was a good sign. He tested his arms, then his legs, one by one, and found that they didn't feel hyperactive.
“Testing, testing, one, two, three...” Freddy tested his voice box. It wasn't sped up.
“Back to normal,” he muttered, then he sat up, wincing at the pain in his knees. “Bonnie? Chica? Foxy? Are you guys all right?”
“Umm...” Freddy saw Bonnie slowly stand up. “... Yeah. Yeah, I'm good.”
“Me too!” said Chica, joining them.
“Foxy?” said Freddy. “Are you still sped-up?”
“Nay, lad, I be fine,” said Foxy. “Me limbs be normal once more.”
“Good,” said Freddy, nodding. “That's good. Let's go to Toy Freddy and see if he's all right too.”
He left the Parts & Service room with the other Old animatronics. Walking towards the Show Stage, he could see Toy Freddy just getting off of it. He didn't seem to be sped up either.
“Toy Freddy?” said Freddy. “Are you okay now?”
“Yes, I believe so,” Toy Freddy replied.
“Foxy?” said Mangle.
“She's calling for you,” said Bonnie.
“I be here,” said Foxy.
Mangle crawled up to him and wrapped herself around him. “Oh, Foxy, that was so frightening last night, with out A.I.s being set so high. Foxina felt like Foxina was never going to get repaired.”
“Well, ye did, an' that's what counts,” said Foxy, patting her back reassuringly.
“Yes, the staff repaired us,” said Toy Freddy, “but I believe that they repaired us, but they do not think that we are repaired. Either that, or they simply do not care, as the... well... never mind.”
Freddy frowned in confusion. He didn't know what Toy Freddy was upset about.
“Hey, by the way,” said Toy Bonnie, “Toy Freddy, there's this song that Freddy, Toy Chica, Bonnie, and I were practicing. Did you want to hear it?”
“Right!” said Freddy. “I had forgotten about that.”
“Oh, yes!” said Toy Chica. “Yes, please want to hear it!”
“Of course!” said Toy Freddy. “I love to listen to music! BB, Puppet, come, sit. Listen.” He sat down at a table, as did BB and the Puppet. Foxy, Mangle, and Chica joined them. Golden Freddy teleported in beside them. Freddy was tapping his microphone to see if it worked fine, Toy Bonnie was tuning his guitar, and Toy Chica had removed her beak, as that caused her voice to sound slightly bionic.
“Umm...” Bonnie looked at Toy Freddy. “... Can I borrow your microphone?”
“Of course you can,” said Toy Freddy, tossing it up to Bonnie. Bonnie caught it and brought it to his jaw.
California Love
California... knows how to partyCalifornia... knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild westA state that's untouchable like Elliot NessThe track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chestPack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sexWe in that sunshine state where that bomb ass hemp beThe state where ya never find a dance floor emptyAnd pimps be on a mission for them greensLean mean money-makin-machines servin fiendsI been in the game for ten years makin rap tunesEver since honeys was wearin sassoonNow it's '95 and they clock me and watch meDiamonds shinin lookin like I robbed LiberaceIt's all good, from Diego to tha BayYour city is tha bomb if your city makin payThrow up a finger if ya feel the same wayDre puttin it down forCaliforn-I-a
California... knows how to party
California... knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin! 
Shake it shake it babyShake it shake it babyShake it shake it mamaShake it CaliShake it shake it babyShake it shake it shake it shake it...
Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreaminSoon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screaminFiendin for money and alcoholThe life of a west side playa where cowards die and it's all ballOnly in Cali where we riot not rally to live and dieIn L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we doFlossin but have caution we collide with other crewsFamous cause we program worldwideLet'em recognize from Long Beach to RosecransBumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west sideSo you know the row won't bow down to no manSay what you sayBut give me that bomb beat from DreLet me serenade the streets of L.A.From Oakland to SacktownThe Bay Area and back downCali is where they put they mack downGive me love!
California... knows how to partyCalifornia... knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A.
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin!
Now make it shake...
Shake it shake it babyShake it shake it babyShake it shake it mamaShake it CaliShake it shake it babyShake it shake it shake it shake it...
Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeahOaktown, Oakland definitely in tha house hahahaFrisko, Frisko Hey, you know LA is up in thisPasadena, where you atYeah, Inglewood, Inglewood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it upLet's show these fools how we do this on that west sideCause you and I know it's tha best side Yeah, That's riightWest coast, west coastUh, California Love
California Love
“Bravo!” said Toy Freddy, applauding. “I say, well done, you four!”
“Yaaaaaay!” BB cheered, clapping his balls of hands.
“That sounded awesome,” the Puppet agreed, giving them the thumbs-up.
“I'd clap, but I don't have any hands,” said Chica.
Golden Freddy just shrugged. “Eh.”
“Thank you, thank you all very much,” said Freddy, bowing and tipping his hat.
“Oh, I'm so glad you all liked it!” said Toy Chica. “We practiced it for a long time!”
Toy Freddy looked troubled again.
“Toy Freddy?” Freddy asked him. “Are you all right? Did you like the song?”
“Oh, of course, of course, but...” Toy Freddy blinked and looked up at Freddy. “I was just thinking about something else.”
“What is it?” Freddy asked.
“You will wish you did not inquire,” said Toy Freddy.
“No, I wish,” said Freddy. “What is it? C'mon, tell me.”
“Well...” Toy Freddy got up onto the stage. “Everyone, could I have your attention, please?” Freddy and the others sat down and looked up at Toy Freddy.
“I heard some of the staff talking to the manager, and... well... I am afraid I have some bad news.”
“What?” said Toy Bonnie, surprised. “What is it?”
“This place... believe it or not... is closed right now,” said Toy Freddy, shaking his head sadly.
“No duh,” said Bonnie. “It's always closed at this time.”
“No, I mean...” Toy Freddy paused. “Excuse me, this is difficult... permanently. This place will not be open anymore. It has gone out of business.”
“WHAT?!” said the Puppet in surprise. “Why would they do that? Don't the kids love us?”
Foxy's eyepatch shot up, his eyes wide.
“I know,” said Toy Freddy. “But Fazbear Entertainment is just not earning enough money here. And remember how Fritz tampered with us a few nights ago? Despite the company repairing us, the manager thinks there is something permanently wrong with us. This place is a sinking ship, and I am afraid we are going down with it.”
“Nooooo!” Toy Chica cried. “Don't tell me...”
“Yes,” said Toy Freddy. “We are going to be shut down, and possibly scrapped, or have our parts used for something else. I am sorry to be the bringer of bad news, everyone. But it looks like this is the end.”
Freddy blinked and opened his mouth in surprise. Toy Bonnie lowered his head and he sighed, shutting his eyes. Foxy and Mangle looked at each other, a look of despair in their eyes. Toy Chica started to cry, and Bonnie pulled her close, his face twisted to a look of pure sorrow. BB buried his face in the balls of his hands, whimpering. The Puppet clasped his hands over his head, the purple streaks under his eyes completely resembling tears now. Golden Freddy slumped over even more than he normally did and lowered his head, the wires poking out of his right eye now resembling tears also.
“Then this is it,” said Chica sadly. “Nothing left to hope for.”
“Well...” said Toy Freddy. “There is the slight chance that they might reopen this place, but other than that... yes, there is not much left to hope for. Thank you for listening.” Toy Freddy sat down on the edge of the stage, slouching forward in a look of defeat.
“Toy Freddy, this...” Freddy walked over to Toy Freddy and sat down beside him. “You know, the manager might decide to reopen Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. There's still hope.”
“Yes, there is that possibility,” said Toy Freddy. “But they might replace us with other animatronics. We might be a little too frightening during the day, too, as of right now. Just a few days ago, I heard a kid saying that he wanted to go home after seeing Toy Chica.”
“Yeah, I still don't understand that kid,” said Toy Chica.
“Well, what if they decided to still put your endoskeleton into the new animatronic?” Freddy suggested. “That way, you wouldn't get scrapped completely.”
“Oh,” said Toy Freddy, perking up a bit. “Yes, that would be good. But then... what animatronic would they put me into? I do not want to be something like a parrot or... or... a monkey!”
“Are you kidding me?” said Freddy, incredulous. “With your voice, they might pick a gorilla or an elephant or something else that would sound it would have a deep voice. You're not going to have the body of a smaller, weaker creature. Or, maybe they'll do what they did with Chica and just enlarge the animal so that it matches the same size as the others.”
“Possibly,” said Toy Freddy. “But then what if they decide to make the new animatronic bodies smaller than the size that we are at currently?”
“I don't know,” said Freddy. “I just don't know.”
“This can't be happening!” BB cried. “This has got to be a dream! Pinch me, Toy Freddy. Any moment now, I'll wake up, and... and...”
“BB,” said Toy Freddy calmly, “I am sorry, but there is nothing we can do. This place is closed, and tomorrow, we are going to be put in storage and possibly taken apart for other uses. I wish that this was a dream too, BB, or that if it was real, that I could dream of it not happening. But know this, young one:
“Robots do not dream.”
Captured
Freddy opened his eyes to darkness placed directly in front of him. He frowned, then reached out and touched the hard, gristly surface. It was wood. Looking around, Freddy saw Bonnie beside him, but no one else.
“Bonnie?” Freddy whispered. “Where are we?”
“I saw the whole thing,” said Bonnie. “Turns out that having two red dots for eyes has its advantages. They couldn't see me looking at them at all. The staff stocked us away... two in each crate... and then that was all I saw.”
“Okay,” said Freddy. “I'm just wondering what happened to us.”
“Freddy?” said Toy Freddy. “I hear you. Are you all right?”
“Yeah,” Freddy called back. “Who are you with?”
“Umm... Chica, I think,” said Toy Freddy. There was a thumping, as if his hand was feeling something. “Chica? Is this you?”
“Yes,” came her voice. “And also, why are you touching my-”
“Oh!” said Toy Freddy. “Oh, sorry, Chica.”
“It's fine,” she said with a slight hint of exasperation in her voice.
“Um, Bonnie?” Toy Freddy asked. “Who was paired up with who?”
“I think... that Toy Bonnie is with BB, and Foxy is with Toy Chica, and Mangle is with the Puppet, and Golden Freddy... vanished, I guess. Good riddance for him.”
All of a sudden, there was a loud “YEEEAAAGH!!!” and the sound of snapping wood. A moment later, Freddy heard someone calling his name:
“Freddy? Freddy?”
“I'm here,” said Freddy, confused as to what was going on.
The wood in front of him broke suddenly, and was widened enough for him to fit through. Freddy could now see that his rescuer was Mangle.
“What are you doing?” Freddy asked.
“Foxina's helping you escape,” said Mangle. “What's it look like Foxina's doing?”
Freddy stepped out of the crate that he was in, Bonnie close behind. Freddy could see that they were in a truck. The restaurant was bulldozed to the ground, leaving a big, gaping pit behind.
“Where's Toy Freddy?” Mangle asked.
“He's here, I think,” said Freddy, pointing to the crate next to him.
Mangle jabbed her foot into the wood and pushed, letting it snap and crack apart. Then she wedged her hand in the gash left behind and easily ripped a large hole in it. Mangle filed away at the edges to make it bigger, and then slithered back.
Toy Freddy and Chica came out of the crate, looking confused.
“What's going on?” Chica asked.
“Mangle's helping us all escape,” said Freddy.
“Where are Foxina's friends?” Mangle asked. “Foxina needs to set them free, too.”
“Just start ripping open crates, and let whoever is inside out,” said Toy Freddy. “We shall assist.”
Mangle crept over the the nearest crate and started ripping it open too.
Suddenly, Golden Freddy appeared with a pop.
“Hi, everybody,” he said.
“Golden Freddy!” said Freddy. “Perfect!”
“I know I am, but that doesn't mean I don't need my beauty sleep,” said Golden Freddy, rubbing his eye sockets. “What's going on? What's with all the boxes?”
“Remember what I said yesterday?” said Toy Freddy. “That the restaurant was closed? Well, they bulldozed it to the ground, and now we are in all of these storage crates, and we need to get out. Some of us are not strong enough to get out on our own, but Mangle did all right...”
“Good,” said Golden Freddy. “Wait here.” He vanished, and in a moment, burst out of a crate several feet away from them.
“Show-off,” said Bonnie.
Toy Bonnie and BB crawled out of the crate, Golden Freddy helping them out.
“Thanks!” said Toy Bonnie.
“It's no prob, I'm good for the job,” said Golden Freddy, smiling slightly.
“There's one more crate left,” said Mangle. Before she could bust it open, a hook burst forth from its wooden surface. The hook drove down, ripping a large gash in the wood. An endoskeleton foot kicked out, smashing a titanic hole in the wood, and moment later, Foxy and Toy Chica came out.
“It be okay, lass,” said Foxy. “I c'n get out meself just fine.”
“Yaaaaay!” Toy Chica cheered joyfully, clapping her hands together. “Everyone's out! Bonnie, you're okay too!” She ran up to Bonnie and embraced him.
“Is everyone okay?” Toy Freddy asked.
“Yes,” said Freddy. “I hope so, anyways.”
“Well then,” said Toy Freddy, “we had better –” But then he froze and didn't move.
“Then what?” Freddy asked. “Toy Freddy, are you okay?”
“Stay still, all of you,” said Toy Freddy quietly. “Do not dare to move a metal limb.”
Obediently, everyone tensed up and stayed still. All except for Mangle, who crashed to the ground like a dead thing.
“Why do we have to stay still?” Freddy whispered through his teeth.
“They saw us,” Toy Freddy whispered back.
“Who?”
“The staff. The humans.”
Suddenly, five men walked up to Freddy and the others.
“What's going on?” one of them asked. “They aren't moving. What are you talking about?” His voice was very familiar. Freddy angled his eyes very carefully and looked at him.
It was the purple man.
“No, they were!” said a different man. “I saw them! I heard voices, and then I saw the Mangled thing burst out of one of the crates, and then start tearing at another. I left after that to tell you.”
“I don't know how they got out of there,” said the purple man, “but they can't move on their own. They can only walk around during the day. But then again, I didn't see anyone else around here. Was there anyone else?”
“Um...” said the second man, stuttering. “I-I-I don't know, I don't think so.”
“Perfect,” said the purple man, clearly agitated. “The boss is going to flip if he sees this. Let's get the old ones back in their crates. And bundle them up this time; makes sure that they can't get out. And take Toy Freddy and the other ones to the truck. They need to be scrapped now, if Mangle really did break out herself. Got that?”
“Got it,” said the second man, and started towards Toy Freddy.
What's going on? Freddy thought in terror. Why are these men scrapping Toy Freddy and the others? Am I ever going to see them again? Is the restaurant ever going to be open again?
So many questions, and so little time.
To Be Continued...
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