Freddy F***boy's Masculinity Has Shattered.

Freddy Fuckboy's Pizza

Year: 1987

Night: 1

The quiet sounds of an empty pizzeria were the only things to be heard. Air conditioning, cameras shifting from left to right, Mangle's sucky singing in the distance, etc.

The sound of pneumatic devices could be heard as Freddy activated his systems. His eyes opened to his home.

“Are you Freddy for ready?”

This was how Freddy Fuckboy began every night. This waking phrase was taken from his predecessor, the original Freddy Fuckboy, but changed slightly for copyright reasons or some shit.

His mission was clear: After a full week of entertaining kids, he was ready for some fun. Tonight was the night that Freddy Fuckboy hone his fighting skills in order to take out the various cameras scattered throughout the restaurant. Once that was done, nothing could stop him from abusing drugs, having orgies with his friends, and several other things you couldn't do while security cameras were active.

Freddy Fuckboy stepped down from the stage, ready to begin his adventure.

***

The Remains of Fuckboy's Fright: The Horror Attraction

Year: 20XX

Night: ???

A solitary figure stood at the ashes of what could've been his new home.

He had no name, known only as “The Puppet.” He'd been hiding away in isolation for years, hoping that Fazbear Entertainment would revive the restaurant he called home. What he found instead was a newspaper saying that the knew “Fuckboy's Fright” was burned to the ground for unknown reasons.

The Puppet put on his visor, built with the best dildonics tech Sega had to offer. He scanned the remains, hoping to understand just what happened. The fire was started with a combination of whisky and an electrical current. The amount of watts suggested that an animatronic purposely lit a bottle of whiskey in a desperate attempt to kill someone or something. The original Freddy Fuckboy animatronics were long dead by now, leaving only Springtrap and Golden Freddy as the potential candidates. Historical data suggested they had a hatred for one-another since the year 1972, which would explain their desire to kill one another.

“Great.” The Puppet said to himself. All this time and now he had little hope of ever returning home.

“Hey!” Exclaimed the voice of a child.

The puppet turned around, unintentionally scanning the owner of this young voice.

It was none other than BB, known to the cast of Freddy Fuckboy as the “Enragement Child.” But he wasn't the same. The Puppet's visor showed electrical signatures, but nothing else. There was no metal parts, no plastic shells, no clothing that helped the mischievous animatronic boy feel hip. Enragement Child was a ghost.

“Where have you been!” He shouted. “My plans for world domination failed weeks ago! I might've won too if you hadn't been hiding like a fucking pussy!”

“Nice to see you too, Enragement Child.”

BB growled. “Insulting me, huh? Fine, call me whatever the fuck you want to; Enragement Child, Bitch Boy, Failure Cresh, everything's fair game now. No need for names when you're fucking dead right!?”

“Whoa.” The Puppet responded. “Calm the fuck down. I didn't mean to send you into a frenzy. So, what went wrong this time?”

BB calmed down a bit, not wanting to waste time with a potential ally. “Golden Freddy did this. Me and Springtrap did everything we could to keep this from happening, but it wasn't enough. We killed off the spirits of Freddy Fuckboy and his friends, we set up high level security cameras to keep others out, we nearly finished the ritual to resurrect me, but Golden Freddy ruined all of it!”

BB looked at the remains of this building. “I bailed before he could kill me, and the building came crashing down. Springtrap and G. Freddy both died. Now I'm all that's left. All that's left-” He turned to The Puppet. “Except for you.”

“I'm not fucking resurrecting you.” He said. He didn't have the time or the patience to do this shit. He'd rather just find some lousy abandoned theme park to crash in and find some new business to work for.

“No you fucking idiot. I'm not talking about resurrection. My gear got destroyed in the fire anyway, so I can't come back even if I want to. All I can do now is exist as a ghost, and I'm too damn fragile this way.”

“So what do you want me to do?” The Puppet asked.

“You want to return to your roots, go back to the place you call home. It just so happens that I have a time machine-”

“Stop right there Enragement Child.” The Puppet interrupted. “I did a lot of damn research during my isolation, and I know for damn sure that ghosts can't time travel. You want me to go back in time and save your sorry ass, right? Well guess what asshole. Time travel doesn't change anything. All I'd be doing is kickstarting a new timeline. You wouldn't be a part of it. Why the fuck do you want me to go back in time if I can't change anything?”

BB was silent for a moment. “Do you know how a ghost is formed? Something living dies off one day, but has unfinished business. A ghost can't return to the grave until that business is settled. Do you know what I wanted to do?”

“You wanted power.” The Puppet responded. “You wanted to take over Fazbear Entertainment, kill Freddy and his friends, and then take over the world once that's done. In other words, you want what you can't possibly have.”

BB laughed his signature laugh. “Well said oh friend of mine. I can't do what I've always wanted to. Not after all this. But I can do the next best thing. If I send you back in time, and have you finish my plans for world conquest in a new timeline, I can rest in peace knowing that there is a timeline where I win, and that I was the one who created it.”

“Fine.” The Puppet said. “It's not like I have somewhere more important to be anyway.”