Storyization 1: The Final Building

(Made by Saber.)

## What is Storyization?

It's my term for taking a vague concept and turning it into a detailed, fun, and (hopefully) entertaining story to share with the world. And I don't care what autocorrect says; it's a word, I swear. This whole wiki was made on the random idea to pool the concepts from a Roleplay between a friend and myself into one area, to keep track and stay consistent with our storytelling. That storytelling is the banter between us, using multiple characters, antagonists, story arcs, and settings. *I* thought it might be fun to put it all together into detail through my (as unbiased as possible) perception of the events, to give the story some care and structure you don't usually have time for when texting a friend. Start here if you're new. **Warning: uncensored swearing.**

## The Final Building

"Hey, Saber!" Toy Bonnie peered in from the office doorway. "We got a surprise for you!"

The manager chuckled and stood from her desk, shutting the drawer to a few surprises of her own. It was the anniversary to the newest Fazbear Restaurant, and so far the most successful. Not that it came to any surprise to Saber; after she'd inherited the second models from her parents, all the business needed was some attention. She left the office, locking the door behind her, and followed Toy Bonnie to the main lobby.

"Merry Christmas!" In a brilliant spark, the other animatronics were revealed, the room shimmering with Christmas lights. A flimsy christmas tree glittered in the corner, sheltering colorful presents. Saber laughed in surprise.

"Wow," She said. "You guys…just…wow! This is amazing!" Saber started for a moment as a Santa Hat fell on her head, and she looked up expectantly.

"Sorry," Mangle said with a sheepish grin. "Hats aren't made to be worn upside-down, I guess." She scuttled to the wall and onto the floor alongside the others. Saber smiled and joined them at the party tables; like anyone else, she thought it was going to be a happy evening, like so many others.

As the night wore on, Mangle suddenly detected the soft click of the front security doors sliding open with a hiss, followed by rapid footsteps. Suspicious, she excused herself from the room and scurried down the hall to the office, keeping as quiet as her metal body would allow.

Nearing the door she noted was slightly ajar, Mangle peered inside at the bright screen lights. There, silhouetted in the glow, was a young man, typing furiously on the keyboards. The bill of the old night guard uniform cap stuck out oddly from his forehead in the shadow, and a metallic badge gleamed from his chest.

Drawing her attention away from the intruder, Mangle glanced at the screens as images and blueprints of her fellow animatronics appeared and disappeared, layered across the screen like a collage. Mangle growled and leaped through the doorway, pinning the stranger to the ground, and began contacting the others. Her radio sparked and began to emit loud static; something was–

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A large, purple-tinged taser struck her neck, the electricity shocking her mainframe. The world spun as Mangle stumbled sideways, holding her head.

"Heehee…have fun, my little pet." The purple man grinned devilishly and ran out the other exit, his footsteps pounding down the hall.

"Mangle!" Her brother Foxy and the others burst into the room. "What happened?"

"Intruder…" Mangle stuttered, her voice box rattled from the attack. "Hacker…dammit…" She stood up suddenly, her single eye reduced to a white dot in inky black. With a roar, she dashed down the hall; she now knew why that man seemed so familiar. He was just down the hall, fruitlessly trying to open the locked door. With a snarl, Mangle lunged at him again, jaws wide. At the last second, the man turned and leaped to the side, shock on his face. Mangle caught herself against the wall, snarling at him while dangling like a deformed spider.

"How the hell…" He muttered, before his face fell into a scowl once more. "Must be losing my touch." He glared at the other animatronics that surrounded him, trapping him in the corner.

"Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Fritz Smith," Saber walked in smugly from between the animatronics. "The infamous hacker who worked here a few years back. What happened, Mr. Smith? Tired of scratching lines in the cell walls?"

"Oh, you talk now, bitch," Fritz muttered, his hand reaching for a hidden holster. "But as far as I know, you're human, too, aren't you?" With a laugh, Fritz whipped out his pistol, aiming squarely for Saber's head. With a terrified whimper, Mangle leaped onto the ceiling, disappearing into one of the open ceiling panels. Fritz hardly glanced; he had the upper hand now.

"I'm guessing this girl means a lot to you metal scraps," He said with jovial insanity. "I'll cut you a deal; I get to leave the building, without anyone else knowing, and you get your friend. Deal?" He began to walk backwards to the security door, now unguarded, grinning all the way.

"Hey…Mister…" A voice suddenly called from behind him. "Forget about me?" With a grunt, Fritz fell to the ground, the pistol scattering. Marionette stood behind him, his fist still clenched at his side.

"Nobody hurts the caretaker," He spat.

"Thanks, Marionette," Saber gasped, finally letting her heart calm. "Bonnie, take him to the Parts and Service…I have an idea."

As Toy Bonnie dragged the limp body into the back room, Freddy lifted Saber into the ceiling.

"Mangle?" Saber peered in the crawlspace, addressing the curled mass of wires. "Come on, Mangle. He's gone now."

"Hmph. Where is he?" Mangle turned with a sneer, her eye glowing in the dim space.

"Parts and Services," Saber grinned slyly. "I think you know what I'm planning."

Mangle chuckled, a smirk on her face. "I'll meet you there," She said, scurrying back into the dark.

It felt like hours later before the man woke up, the room flickering with disused lightbulbs.

"Nngh," Fritz groaned, his head pounding. "What the…?"

"Oh, so he *did* decide to wake up," Mangle descended from the ceiling. "Enjoy the nap, psycho?"

"You're one to talk, scrap metal," Fritz retorted. Mangle growled and leaped at the man, pinning him to the wall.

"Want to run that by me again?" She snarled.

"Oh come now, Mangle," Saber chastised, entering the room. "We have to be nice to our guests." Behind her, Toy Chica and Freddy dragged a large, limp costume across the floor by it's arms, tossing it between the two.

"Ah, old memories," Saber murmured, picking up the yellow head delicately as Fritz was roughly spun around. "How many bodies have been lost in here, I wonder? Too many to count, that's for sure." She turned to the night guard, a smug grin on her face. "Any last words, Mr. Smith?" She asked sweetly.

Despite the situation, Fritz chuckled.

"No," He spoke, staring at Saber with an odd expression."No words, but a *very* special surprise awaits you…you may want to reconsider killing me, as the results won't exactly be…golden." With the last word Fritz escalated into insane laughter, his body stained in spots of blood from Mangle's viselike grip. It truly made him look…terrifying. Nonetheless, Saber held her ground, shoving the costume head over his. The laughter stopped mid-chuckle as the body fell limp in Mangle's arms.

"And that's that," Saber spoke with finality, brushing her bangs aside. She turned to leave with the others as Mangle continued shoving the corpse into the costume.

"Caretaker," Chica said nervously. "You don't think there was any truth to what he said, do you?"

"How could there be?" Saber said with a reassuring smile. "Look, I know he did a lot to you guys, but he's just a human, like the others. He's dead for good, I promise." Even as she said this herself, Saber pondered about the strange last few words.

*No.* Saber decided. *He's dead. There's no other way, unless…* Her eyes widened in fright at the thought.

"Everyone, I think it's best if we leave," Saber glared at the others with sudden urgency. "Right now!"

"Caretaker, what are you-" Bonnie was interrupted when a demonic cackle echoed loudly into the room. Mangle leaped away from the corpse as it rose from the ground, the felt costume fading into black. The head snapped up with a white grin, two eyes staring eagerly at the others.

"Miss me?" Shadow Freddy asked.

*Shit.* "Everyone out, NOW!" Saber shouted. The other animatronics scurried out, leaving her and Mangle behind.

"Mangle, you too," Saber demanded. "Guard the door and make sure this creep doesn't get out." Silently Mangle nodded and followed last, the door slamming shut. Saber turned back to the Shadow expectantly.

"You know what? I've got a secret of my own, Mr. Smith." Saber cracked an odd smile, feeling joy she hadn't partaken in years. Bits of the scattered metal and wires began to whirl towards her body, covering her in a shadowy mass. Shadow Freddy stepped back in horror, recognizing the disfigured silhouette.

"You…no…" He stuttered. "I thought I was rid of you…"

"Aw, what's the matter, Freddy?" Shadow Bonnie asked innocently. "Didn't you miss your old playmate?"

"Get away from me, you freak!" Freddy swung his fist at the ghost's face, only to have it caught by the wrist.

"Freak?" Bonnie snickered. "You're being too kind." Easily Bonnie flung Freddy against the wall, watching in amusement as he scrambled to the barricaded door.

"LET ME OUT, YOU SICK PSYCHOS!" He screamed through the frame. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF!" A sudden rattle of ripping metal drew his attention back to the girl, who had lost her illusion.

"HAH! YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THAT!" He screeched, leaping at her vulnerable state. Instantly Saber disappeared, allowing Freddy to crash into the opposite wall, before reappearing behind him.

"Wow," Saber muttered. "What a pitiful loser. Even when in illusion as the god you claim you are, you still fear illusions yourself. Maybe I was wrong to fear you." Shadow Bonnie grew into form once more, lifting Freddy by the neck.

"Oh, and to answer your question," Freddy noticed a flicker of regret cross Bonnie's face. "Yes, I did miss you, buddy." Without another word between them, Bonnie grabbed Freddy's head and twisted it sideways, snapping the neck of his old friend.

"Boss!" The door burst down suddenly, revealing the latest night guard. The other animatronics filed in slowly, cautious of what was inside.

"Jeremy?" Saber turned in surprise, her form normal. "Kid, what are you doing here?"

"Hey, Saber!" Mangle called from the other end of the room. "Where's Fritz?"

"What do you mean, 'Where's Fritz?' He was right-" Saber doubled in shock, both the body and animatronic gone. A message in rusty blood was left behind where the corpse of Fritz once was:

"Cute effort, *caretaker.* But a war isn't won over the victory of one battle. And let's just say, the next one won't be golden."

"Boss, what the hell happened here?" Jeremy turned to Saber in question.

Saber sighed. "Hope you like working overtime, Jeremy. This might take a while."

"Brother, you called?"

"Yes, Golden. Seems I'm in need of your assistance once again. The new management at that blasted restaurant has been giving me a bit of trouble. Take care of them for me."

"But, we're not-"

"Are you refusing an order, *slave?"*

"…No. The animatronics will be dealt with."

"Good. Now get to work."

"Of course."

"A hacker, huh?" Jeremy raised an eyebrow for the fiftieth time. Then again, why was he questioning anything when his normal job was getting hunted by old animatronics? "Jesus, how deep *is* the history here?"

"More than you realize," Saber explained. "He was responsible for the…bite the last time you worked here."

"Don't remind me," Jeremy rubbed his forehead in memory, shuddering slightly. "I knew it wasn't her fault…somehow, but the mind behind an attack like that…" The room fell silent.

"You know, you haven't explained to me why the hell those…things were in the room," Jeremy accused suddenly. "The shadowy animatronics? If there's paranormal shit going on here, I-" Saber's head snapped up, masked in a hate-ridden glare.

"We don't want to talk about that," She said slowly, her calm voice contrasting the shimmer of mistrust in her eyes.

Just as Jeremy was about to retort, a loud blast of static echoed down the main hall. Both the employees clenched their ears in pain as the screech grew louder, merged with the inhumane screams of a young boy, ending in a deafening abrupt pop.

"That…sounded like Bebe," Saber groaned, her ears ringing. "But, what could've triggered…oh, SHIT!" Without another word, Saber bolted down the hall, Jeremy following behind worriedly. Both slammed into the main room, gaping at the sight before them.

They were just in time to see Balloon Boy slump to the floor, his chest punctured and sprouting a rainbow of wires. His round head rolled a foot or so away from the body, stopping to stare at the employees with frozen terror. The other animatronics lay scattered about the room, disheveled. Behind the mangled body of the child stood a large figure, her fur tainted a sickly yellow, with a blue Top Hat and Bow to match.

"It's me…" The figure stuttered monotonously.

"Golden?!" Saber gasped, almost in relief. "You're alive!…What the hell are you doing?!"

"Why, working for me, of course," Fritz appeared beside Golden in a show of violet smoke, grinning widely, his body possessed by Shadow Freddy's existence. Saber snarled and leaped at him, only to be knocked aside by Golden into the arcade cabinets.

"Hah!" Fritz sneered. "Should've thought that one through, eh?" His eyes darted back to Jeremy, who was holding a penknife with shaking fists in the doorway. Fritz laughed at the absurdity.

"Oh, no! It's my one weakness, the penknife!" He humored, laughing ridiculously. "Golden, take care of him. I want to deal with the *caretaker* personally."

"Yes, Master," Golden echoed, stepping towards Jeremy with heavy, clunking footsteps.

"Jeremy, get out!" Saber shouted across the room. "This isn't your fight!"

"B-but, Boss…" Jeremy stuttered.

"GET OUT NOW!" Saber leaped to her feet, charging at Fritz with a fist raised.

"Foolish girl," Fritz chastised, easily knocking her aside once more. "You seem to be missing something."

*He's right. Why the hell hasn't Bonnie arrived?* Her fingers dug into the tile, her body suddenly snapping into a ridged position from realization.

"Oh, so you did figure it out," Fritz chuckled. "Your little friend isn't going to help you this time."

"What the fuck did you do to me?" Saber muttered icily.

"Oh, just a simple radar spell," Fritz tittered. "According to the world, you don't exist. And it lasts just long enough for me to destroy this place without any interruption." He lifted his fingers, raising Saber effortlessly from the ground using his obtained powers. A cry emanated from the other side of the room as both turned to see Jeremy pinned helplessly in Golden's arms.

"Ah, perfect," Fritz said. "Now we have an audience to the destruction of this cursed place." With his free hand, the demon began charging a mass of anti-matter, a wildly pleasant leer on his face. To his shock, Saber began to chuckle, despite her circumstances.

"What's so funny?" He demanded coldly.

"You," She replied with a grim smirk. "You're striving to grind this place to the ground; why? Every villain has a purpose, and you've yet to reveal your own. At least grace me with that knowledge, if we have to die."

Fritz lowered his attacking arm, locking eyes with the impudent girl. "Simple: A grudge. The man who founded this hellhole, Mr. Fredrick Fazbatch, is an ex-cop. He took it upon himself to murder my best follower, after his deductions led the boy to me. My revenge will not be complete until I destroy that which was made of my own-…Wait," Fritz's eyes narrowed, suddenly taking the name tag Saber wore into account:

*Saber Fazbatch*

*Head Manager*

"That's…not possible…" He gaped.

"Oh, you mean my name tag?" Saber glanced at the gold-painted plastic pin nonchalantly. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Turns out nobody actually knows I'm his daughter, so I'm the only one who walks around with their last name on. How else do you think I inherited the place?"

"So, you're his kid? Heh. You know, I was thinking I'd let you go, but this opportunity is too much to pass up." A black, needle-like object appeared beside Fritz's head. "Nice knowing you, Miss Fazbatch." The needle whirled forward noislessly, aiming for the girl's chest.

A flash of metal gleamed in the corner of Saber's eye, and with a sound like torn cloth, she watched a penknife suddenly streak past her body, miraculously destroying the needle like it was an illusion of smoke and landing with a metal thunk in the far wall.

"What?" Fritz turned his head angrily, in just enough time to spot Golden leaping forward, sending both careening backwards. The distraction quickly broke the spell, dropping Saber to the floor.

"TRAITOR! GET OFF OF ME!" Vainly Fritz tried to shove Golden aside, freezing with a gasp as he felt his body slacken. Golden's eyes began to fade away as she absorbed her stolen power, leaving only white dots in a void of darkness behind.

"You stole from me…" Golden muttered, her hand around Fritz's neck. "You lied to me…big brother…"

Jeremy ran over to Saber's limp body, still curled on the floor, trying to shake her awake. Behind him, Golden tossed Fritz about like a rag doll, the sound of crackling bones echoing throughout the room.

*Saber!* A voice echoed in the girl's head. *Sorry I couldn't show sooner, but I brought backup.*

*Don't blame yourself, Bon,* Saber replied, feeling her strength returning. *That bastard was cheating anyways.* Slowly she got up, ignoring the offered help from her employee, her body blackened and misshapen once more. As she glanced at Jeremy, a wave of astonishment hit her.

His eyes were devoid of their features, now glowing a radioactive red. His fingertips flickered with hot blue fire, the heat ignoring his skin, illuminating a relieved grin in a demonic fashion.

"Jeremy…" Saber was speechless.

"What?" He asked, then glanced at his fingers. "Oh, right. I'll explain later."

"Right…" *Hey, Bonnie? About that backup?*

*Look around you.* Of course, Bonnie was referring to the child-like figures surrounding the group, staring in with white eyes and scattered, toothy smiles.

*Ah. Smart. Vengeful spirits are always powerful.* Pulling herself back into reality, Saber stepped forward, mirrored by the children, closing in like a wall on the pitiful man tossed in the corner. Golden held him down willingly; she would not let this mortal abuse her presence any longer. Jeremy gained a truly insane grin, allowing this hidden side of himself to spill as his hands grew in flames. Fritz glanced at him curiously, a stream of blood running past his eye.

"Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide," Saber taunted. "Ten to one, Mr. Smith…"

"Hehe…" Fritz's head snapped up, surely breaking the spinal chord. His neck now sat mangled and bulging below his head, hoisting a bloodied, broken smile. "…Hehehe. Ha. Hahahaha! HAHAHAHAHA!" In an instant, the room fell to black, and Jeremy felt the ground fall away from his feet. With a cry, he felt his weight shift around him, as though the world had become weightless. He couldn't see the others; only Fritz, his neck still deformed; he stood now, almost nonchalantly, his eyes taking up half his face, his skin deep violet.

"You're a unique little brat, I'll give you that," Fritz sneered. "But a demon can only do so much. This is my domain, and I'm in charge of the rules." His hand rose, as if expecting something to happen. Jeremy's eyes fell in annoyance, shoving his hands into his jean pockets despite the blazing tips, staring back.

"You look pretty stupid right now, you realize," He stated calmly, watching as astonishment fell across Fritz's face.

"No," The purple man gasped. "That's impossible; even during possessions my trick still works… What the hell are you?"

"I am what I look like. You said it yourself," Jeremy's skin faded to white, and his clothes black; his eyes still shone red, tears the hues of dusk falling down his cheeks. "I'm a *demon*, not a possessor like you. I don't stoop to your level of tricks." The voice was devoid of any emotion except disgust; both creatures knew who was the superior. "Now let me and the others out before I change my mind, and don't think of trying this again."

"…Fine." Fritz snapped his fingers and disappeared. As if someone turned the lights on, the room was revealed once more. Golden and the children had left as well. The only others left in the room were Saber and her shadowy counterpart, kneeling beside her.

"You're back." Shadow Bonnie didn't even glance up. "The Purple Man is gone, I assume?"

"Yes," Jeremy knelt on the other side. "Is the body is still intact?"

"Far as I can tell. You made sure he released all three of you?"

"He knows what's coming if he didn't."

"…She's brave, I'll give her that."

"Come on. You know there's more to it than that. Why the heck do you think I came back?"

Saber's eyes shot open suddenly. "ARION!" She screamed, kicking and punching uncontrollably.  "GET AWAY FROM ME! LET HER GO!" Both Jeremy and Shadow Bonnie held her back down.

"Saber, calm down!" Jeremy shouted at her. "It's an illusion! You're safe!"

"They killed her! They took my sister away from me!" Saber was in hysterics, tears streaming down her face. "She's gone because of them!" Her agony finally quieted to a sob, curling up helplessly on the floor. "She's gone…"

Jeremy and Bonnie shared a somber glance; Shadow Freddy had taken the last laugh. The animatronics were gone.