The Sixth Child

Chapters

Fazbear Family
Noticed
Join Us For A Bite
Toreador Assualt
Painted Faces
The Show Must Go On
Not Here All Night
Flumpty's Jam
Five More Nights
Built In The 80's
Creepin' Towards The Door
Wanna Be Twisted
Nightmare By Design
Dance to Forget
Stuck Inside
Left Behind
Survive the Night

Fazbear Family

November 13, 1987

The small child was awakened by the growling of her stomach. She blinked her eyes, taking in her surroundings. Grey walls and faded drawings looked back at her, mainly featuring a bear, a rabbit, a chicken, and a fox. She looked to her protector, who was still asleep, yet ready to wake up to protect his den, along with his wounded friends.

Her stomach growled again, reminding her that she had needs as well. She looked again at her protector, who still hadn’t moved even after all of her squirming.

She poked him, trying to wake him up. When he didn’t react, she poked him again. When that didn’t work, she punched him.

Freddy Fazbear woke up in the darkened room. His head was unusually clearer than when he woke up during the night. However, that thought was put to the side as the pony he was holding moved in his grip.

He loosened his arms to let her move out, but she just sat up and rubbed her tummy.

Hungry, the bear thought. Carefully rising to his feet, he picked up the pony and headed to the kitchens.

“Y’ar, what ya got there, Cap’an?”

Freddy stopped and turned to face the speaker. Foxy had risen up from his slouch and was looking at the creature in Freddy’s arms.

“I think it’s a pony,” Freddy said, feeling like he was stating the obvious.

“A pony?” a new voice asked. Freddy and Foxy turned around to see Chica starting to stand up, with Bonnie waking up.

“Yes,” Freddy confirmed, showing off the pony who was looking at his three bandmates.

“What’s he called?” Bonnie said, speech unhampered by his lack of an upper jaw.

Chica whirled on the one-armed rabbit. “She’s a girl, not a boy!”

“Lass, just ‘cause yer the only girl in this here port,” Foxy began.

“Actually, I have to agree with Chica on this,” Freddy interjected.

Chica squealed and clapped both of her stubs together as Foxy and Bonnie shared a look.

“Still, what are you going to call her?” Bonnie finally said.

Freddy looked down at the creature in his hands. “I don’t know,” he admitted.

“Posey!” Chica said, eagerly.

Foxy shook his head. “She doesn’t look like a ‘Posey,’ lass,” he said.

Chica turned on the fox. “I didn’t hear you suggesting anything, you mangy fox!” she said.

“Oh, I do have a suggestion! She looks more like a Firefly!”

“Actually, those are butterflies.”

The animatronics turned to Bonnie. “What?” Chica asked.

The rabbit animatronic pointed to a trio of pink insects that were on the pony’s flank. "Those are butterflies, not fireflies.”

“I think she’s reacting to butterflies,” Freddy said.

Indeed, the pony was perking up whenever the word was spoken and was turning to face the animatronic who was speaking it.

Freddy look at the pony. “Is your name Butterfly?” he asked.

The pony shook her head.

“Butterflies?” Chica asked.

Another head shake.

“Shutterfly!” Foxy chimed in.

That got a raised eyebrow.

“Fluttershy?” Freddy tried again.

The pony nodded her head, then hugged him.

“Her name is Fluttershy!” Chica cheered.

There was a loud grumble that caused the animatronics to jump.

Fluttershy sat up and rubbed her tummy.

“Oh, are ye hungry, little matey?” Foxy asked.

Fluttershy nodded.

“I was taking her to the kitchens when you lot woke up,” Freddy offered.

“Is there even any food there?” Bonnie wondered, putting his hand to his chin.

“Oh, oh!” Chica squealed, jumping up and down. “I can make her a pizza!” She stopped bouncing and looked at the end of her arms. “Or I would if I had hands.”

“Don’t worry, Chica,” Freddy said, as Fluttershy pawed at the chicken’s arms. “We can help you make it.”

“Argh, don’t worry lass!” Foxy said, rummaging in a box and pulling out three hands. “The blackguards didn’t take all me spares!”

“I wondered why the Mangle had three legs,” Bonnie said, as Foxy removed his hook, replacing it with a hand. “Hey Foxy, do you have a spare arm?”

“Sorry, Mr. Bonnie, but it’s currently holding up a head of that two-headed copy.”

“Well, we all know management are a bunch of cheapskates,” Bonnie said, as Foxy began working on Chica.

“I am going to get the kitchen ready,” Freddy said, getting ready to go. “Are you coming, Bonnie?”

He gave a one-arm shrug. “I’ve got nothing better to do.”

“Good. We can get everything set up while you two finish up in here.”

Foxy threw a salute. “Aye, aye, Cap’an!”

When Foxy and Chica got to the kitchen, Foxy took a moment to take a look at a room he had never been in before. It surprisingly not a large room, being less than half the size of one of the Party rooms, most of it taken up by a large oven and a walk-in freezer. On another wall was a industrial-size dishwasher that was used to clean up the dishes from the large crowds that came during the day. A set of shelves was set up to hold the clean dishes before they were put away. A long counter was set up so that multiple pizzas could be worked on at the same time. A kitchen island was set in the middle of the floor, to be used for special dishes.

Fluttershy was sitting on the island, next to a bunch of cooking equipment. She was watching Freddy and Bonnie looking inside the freezer arguing on what to get out of it. “Okay, I get why we’re getting pineapple and green peppers,” Bonnie was saying, “But why do we have to get onions?”

“Onions are actually pretty good on pizza,” Freddy replied, holding a package of them. “You can hardly taste them.”

“Do you even know if ponies eat onions?”

“Well you don’t know either so… sardines?”

“She might like sardines!”

“Bonnie, you’re the only one here who likes sardines on their pizza!”

“No, I’m not! Foxy likes them!”

“Mister Bonnie, despite being a pirate and a fox, I don’t like the slimy little fishies,” Foxy finally said. “I actually enjoy a straight pepperoni meself.”

The other two animatronics realized that they had an audience. “How long have you been there?” Freddy asked.

“Ever since the onions,” Chica said, flexing her new hands. “What have you guys gotten out?”

“We got the tools as well as the dough, cheese, and sauce,” Bonnie said, pointing out the items. “Then we started arguing about the other toppings.”

Chica huffed and stepped forward. “Let me do this,” she said, moving to pick up the dough. “And did any of you try asking Fluttershy?”

The two animatronics shook their heads sheepishly.

“I don’t believe the little matey knows what she wants yet,” Foxy said.

Indeed, the little pony had her head tilted to the side, looking confused.

Chica sighed and shook her head. “I’ll make a pepperoni tonight. I think ponies can eat meat.”

“Isn’t that horses?” Bonnie asked.

“Never mind, it’s still a safe choice.”

Putting a pizza together was a quick process. When there was four persons helping the process along, it goes even quicker.

So, things turned out that the pizza was put into the oven at a quick pace with Chica and Freddy watching it while Foxy and Bonnie ended up entertaining Fluttershy as well as discussing their new charge.

“How come we didn’t notice that she was a pegasus?” Bonnie asked as she laid on her back and played with the wires he had in place of his left arm.

“I blame the fact that meself was more distracted by the fact that a living pony was among us,” Foxy said, as he scratched at her side, causing her leg to kick occasionally.

Bonnie used his hand to spread the feathers of Fluttershy’s left wing. Old memories filtered in from somewhere. “I think that her feathers are almost fully in, but her wing still need to do a bit of growing before she can take off.”

“How do you know that?” Freddy asked, coming over.

Bonnie focused. “I think that someone left a book about birds behind once.”

“Do you remember who?”

“No, no, no! Not B_n___! Not-"

SLICE!!!

“No.”

“Pizza’s ready!” Chica called, carrying over a platter. Putting it down, she revealed a pizza cut into ten pieces. Pulling out a server, she put a piece on a plate and set it in front of Fluttershy.

Fluttershy sniffed the slice of pizza before taking a small bite. Which turned into another and another bite. Before long, the piece of pizza had disappeared, except for a few slices of pepperoni.

“Well, I think we can assume that she doesn’t like pepperoni,” Bonnie said.

“Quite a shame!” Foxy said, eyeing the pizza longingly.

Fluttershy saw this and pushed the pan closer to him.

“For me?” Foxy asked. “Don’t mind if I do!” He then picked up a slice and put it in his mouth.

“Foxy, don’t eat that!” Chica cried.

“Why no’?” the fox asked, his voice muffled.

“We can’t eat food, we’re robots!”

“Oh,” Foxy said. “Wait… then how come I be eating it?”

The others blinked and looked closer at Foxy. While there was some sauce on around his mouth, there no sign of it falling out of his head. Foxy then opened his mouth, revealing that the slice had disappeared entirely.

“No clue, but I’m not complaining,” Freddy said, helping himself to a slice.

The other two followed his example, although Bonnie took a minute to figure out he had to maneuver his slices to his endoskeleton mouth. Between the four of them, they finished off the remainder of the pizza.

“We definitely have to do this again,” Bonnie said as they put away the food and set the dishes in the dishwasher for the morning crew.

“Definitely,” Chica said, looking at her hands. “Foxy…”

“It’s alright, lass, ya can keep them,” the pirate said. “I don’t think those privateers will notice anything different.”

Freddy picked up Fluttershy, who was beginning to hop from hoof to hoof. “I think I better take her to the restroom,” he said. “It’s almost six anyway.”

“I’ll finish up in here while you do that,” Chica said.

“And I guess me and Foxy will get back to Supply and Repairs,” Bonnie said.

“You do that,” Freddy said. “Well, good day everyone.”

Fluttershy waved as she and Freddy headed to the restaurant while Bonnie and Foxy headed back.

“Hey, Foxy.”

“Yes, Mister Bonnie?”

“Do you think that we forgot something?”

“I can’t be ‘membering nothin.”

“Never mind then.”

Nobody noticed the golden bear slouched up against the island.

“Okay,” the new night guard said. “I think the phone guy was messing with me about these old guys. I mean all they have done so far is go to the kitchens, OH NO, I FORGOT TO WIND THE MUSIC BOX! I WOKE THE BABY!”

“SCCRRREEEE!!!” the Puppet screamed, jumping towards him.

Noticed

November 18, 1987

Foxy woke up as Fluttershy crawled into his stomach. It almost been a week since the little pony had dropped into their lives, and the group had fallen into sort of a routine. When night fell, they would migrate to the kitchen, where Chica would bake a pizza that Fluttershy could eat, and they could enjoy. While that was cooking, the animatronics would find some way to entertain Fluttershy, from playing games with her to watching old black and white cartoons on an old TV.

During the daytime, there were different challenges. They were pretty sure Fluttershy wasn’t supposed to be in the restaurant, and they were sure that if she was discovered, she would be taken away. So, Foxy had hit upon the idea of having her hide inside of their mascot costumes. While all of them were nervous of this idea for some reason, nobody had a better one. Somehow they had managed to convey this plan to the tiny pony, and she had done it whenever an employee had come into the room. And as most of the employees had been noticeably skittish about going near the infamous animatronics let alone looking inside of them, this had worked out pretty well.

Although, the wisdom of this idea was called into question as a pair of human men entered Supply and Repairs, one of them carrying a toolkit. “I still don’t get why we have to get this old mangy robot ready,” one of them said as they walked in.

The other man, dressed in a pair of overalls, rolled his eyes. “It’s because this kid wants to have Foxy host his birthday party,” he said tiredly.

“Oh, and that Toy thingie looks like a piece of junk,” the first man finished.

The second man sighed. “Yes, so we have to make sure that the original Foxy is in presentable shape.”

“I don’t even why I’m here, I’m just the janitor.”

“The boss wanted you here because you are one of the only employees here who has had previous experience working with machinery-”

“And I told the guy who hired me that I wasn’t going to work on anymore haunted machinery!”

“You know those are just rumors.”

“Nobody ever proved them wrong! Look, I think the duck just twitched!”

Foxy bit back a snicker as the second man turned to face Chica. “Now I know you’re just jumpy,” he said while Fluttershy snuck out of Foxy and into Freddy. “Now stop lollygagging and help me give Foxy his update.”

The named pirate stood still as the second man messed with the back of his head. After that, he came back around holding a small machine that had a thin piece of plastic sticking out of it. “Strange,” he said.

“Strange what? Strange as in something interesting, or ‘oh, god, oh god, we’re all going to die?’”

“This programing is highly sophisticated for its time. I’m seeing less glitches that what I was expecting.”

“So, we don’t have to do anything?”

“No, I still have to install the update management gave me, and you are going to help me get the old Captain dressed up properly.”

“Okay, okay. But if this guy attacks us, I’m outta here!”

“They want to do what?” Freddy asked later that night.

Foxy was almost bouncing in place. “They’re gonna put me in the show!” he said excitedly.

He had undergone a transformation since that morning. He was now in a fully repaired suit, with none of his metallic parts or wires showing. His hook had been polished to a shine, and his optics were fully colored in.

“That’s great Foxy!” Chica said, putting a fresh pizza down. “You’re finally going out!”

“Oh, it’s more than that, lass,” Foxy said.

“What do you mean?” Bonnie asked, picking up a slice.

Foxy grinned. “Haven’t ya been listening to the patrons, Mister Bonnie?” he asked. “Apparently most of ‘em are creeped out by the copies and remember us with fondness. So, if I am as good as one of the copies, there be a good chance for us to get back onstage!”

“Wow,” Freddy said, genuinely impressed. “You have put a lot of thought into this.”

“That’s something I thought he never could do,” Chica said.

“Hey!”

“It is a good idea,” Bonnie added. “Banking on the nostalgia feeling might be a good way to get us back in circulation.”

“Yar. Even if me doesn’t work out, at least I’ve been onstage.” Foxy picked up Fluttershy. “Ya hear that, little matey?” he asked. “Uncle Foxy is going to be in the show!”

“Yay! Unca Foxy!”

Everyone stopped. “Did Fluttershy just speak?” Bonnie asked.

Fluttershy turned to the rabbit. “Unca Bon!” she said.

Bonnie was stunned. “She did,” he said. “I’m an uncle. A freaking uncle!”

“Oh, oh!” Chica cooed, bouncing over to her. “What am I? What’s my name?”

Fluttershy looked at her. “Aunchic!”

Freddy chuckled at the look Chica had upon learning what Fluttershy had called her. “And who am I?” he asked.

“Dada Ber!” Fluttershy said, hugging him.

Freddy was pretty sure he had a goofy look on his face. He just couldn’t find it in him to care.

“So, are ya excited for my show, Lil’ Matey?” Foxy asked.

Fluttershy nodded quickly, looking like a bobble-head doll for a moment.

“Hold on there,” Freddy said. “What makes you think that she’s going to see your show?”

Foxy looked at Freddy. “Because the lass wants to see it?”

Indeed, Fluttershy appeared to be excited, doing a little cute dance.

Freddy turned to Fluttershy. “Are you sure about seeing this, Fluttershy?” he asked.

Fluttershy nodded.

“Uncle Foxy is going to perform his show during the day, when you are normally sleeping.”

Fluttershy tilted her head.

“It means that you are going have to wake up early if you want to see it.”

Fluttershy nodded her head.

“Which means that you have to go to bed now.”

Fluttershy jumped into Freddy’s arms.

Foxy chuckled. “The lass be very determined, Cap'an” he said.

“Yeah, I don’t think you’re going to win this one,” Bonnie said.

Freddy chuckled. “Alright, I’ll put her to bed,” he said.

“Good day, Fluttershy!” Chica said, waving to the little pegasus.

“Good day!” Bonnie said, waving as well.

“Sweet dreams, Lil’ Matey,” Foxy said. “I’ll be watching for ya tomorrow.”

Fluttershy waved to them as Freddy carried her back to Supply and Repairs. Once inside, he set Fluttershy and kissed her. “Good day, Fluttershy,” he said.

“Night, Dada Ber,” she said, kissing him back.

Freddy smiled as he went back to the others.

Fluttershy looked at a darkened corner. “Night, Pap Pap,” she said before going to sleep.

He was startled when she spoke to him. He hadn’t expected her to see his puppet, or to be called a title he had thought lost long ago. But being called that was… nice.

He once again renewed his vow to stop Him, and to protect this small child, no matter what it took.

Jeremy looked at message he had received from management. They wanted him to chaperone some kid’s birthday party? Well, at least he was getting paid extra for this.

The man in purple smiled in his secret place. Everything was going according to plan.

Join Us For A Bite

November 19, 1987

Foxy crouched behind the purple curtain of the Kid’s Cove, ready to spring out. Above in the ceiling vents, Fluttershy was watching at one of the openings, ready to see his performance. At the moment, the store manager was speaking. “As you may know, Funtime Foxy is… out of order-:” Foxy had to stifle a chuckle at that “-but not to worry, we have someone else to preform for you,” a man was saying. “So, put your hands together for the original, Foxy the Pirate!”

The curtains opened, and Foxy ran out. “Yah-har-har-har!” he cried out, coming to a stop. “Ahoy there, me hearties! It is I, the Great Cap’an Foxy!”

The children around him let out a cheer, and a few of the adults hanging around the edges smiled as well. Emboldened by the reception, Foxy continued his act. “So, I hear tell we have a birthday. Who is the birthday child?”

A small boy wearing a skull and crossbones handkerchief stepped forward. “Me?” he said hesitantly.

Foxy plucked the hat he was wearing off his head and put it on the boy’s head. “That means yer me first matey for the day!” he said. Turning to the rest of the kids, he asked. “Who’s ready to go on an adventure with the Great Cap’an Foxy?”

The cheer the kids gave was nearly deafening.

“Everything going alright, ma’am?” Jeremy asked the mother of the kid who was currently marching around with Foxy.

The woman smiled as Foxy mimed losing his balance stepping on a ‘wet’ spot. “Everything going fine so far,” she said. “Mikey was very excited to come here.”

“Really?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah, nearly flew to the moon. Oh, my name’s Rebecca.”

“I’m Jeremy. So, Mikey’s your kid?”

Rebecca shook her head. “Foster child,” she said. “Somebody left the poor dear on my doorstep eight years ago.”

“Wait, people seriously do that?”

“Apparently. I took him to child welfare services, but they never could figure out who his original parents were. So, I took him in as my own son.”

“Wow. That has to be tough on the kid.”

“You couldn’t tell by the way he acts,” Rebecca said. “He hardly lets anything stop him. He’s quite a little trooper.”

The two of them stood for a moment watching the Toy Animatronics preform. Rebecca finally spoke. “I’m kinda glad that they brought out the old Foxy.”

“What?” Jeremy asked. “Why is that?”

Rebecca smiled wistfully. “My family used to take me to the old Freddy’s all the time, before the… murders.”

“Yeah… I guess that would put a damper on any enjoyment felt there.”

“Anyway, my favorite animatronic was Foxy,” she said. “Gosh, has it been that long since I’ve seen him on stage?”

“Foxy was your favorite?” Jeremy asked.

“Yeah, I used to go to his show all the time as a kid. I’ve actually forgotten what an amazing storyteller he was.”

“Really?” Jeremy asked, stepping away from the wall. “This I’ve got to see.”

“And that is how I defeated my striped adversary, the Dreaded Noodle Thief Hobbes.”

The kids started laughing, as Foxy mentally patted himself on the back. Everything was going well so far. The kids were enjoying his act and the adults were still smiling. Fluttershy was still watching, her quiet giggles blending in with the general laughter. It looked like it was smooth sailing from here.

That meant that it was time for a song! He started singing an old favorite of his, an old sea shanty adapted for use inside of a children’s restaurant.

It was then someone stepped into the room…

“Get away from her, you bas-!”

SLICE!

“Fool. You shall die first…”

Dead. They were all dead.

The cooling corpses laid on the ground, still seeping blood. No, it had happened again! He had struck again, adding more victims to his score, escaping justice again-

Wait, there he was, in his purple suit, standing over a body that was definitely not human. Three butterflies were barely visible under the too-human blood…

Foxy screeched, springing forward to end the murderer once and for all-

“Unca Foxy?”

A yellow face at the vent, worried blue eyes peeking out.

Foxy regained control of himself. The kids were safe, his friends were safe, Fluttershy was safe. He was nowhere near them.

He then noticed that the children were looking at him. He then realized that he had stopped in the middle of his song.

Well, that was an easy thing to fix. Foxy smiled and finished the song. “You are a pirate!”

Jeremy staggered back until he was back against the wall. When he had walked into the room, Foxy was there, with an all new look, and acting so different than how he did during the night. He was preforming for the children, sing for them, never leaving any one of them out. It was easy to see why this guy had once been popular.

Then Foxy saw him.

Everything had changed then; he was back in that office with no flashlight. Foxy was no longer a friendly children’s entertainer, it was once again a mindless killing machine, and it had seen him.

The tall animatronic braced itself, ready to pounce-

And then a small quite voice echoed through the building. It was so soft it could barely be heard, but it somehow cut through the sense of danger that had infused the building for a moment.

And then it was gone, leaving behind a confused-looking animatronic. Who had then gone right back to entertaining the kids.

Jeremy had a feeling that he had escaped a cruel fate just by inches.

The man in purple frowned. Why hadn’t his ploy worked? Why didn’t the guard die? The creature was nowhere near the animatronic-

Wait. There in the vent. The creature was at one of the entrances, watching the animatronic. Forget killing the guard, he now had the perfect chance to grab it.

Typing a command into his keyboard, he set his backup plan into motion. He would need a distraction while his tools grabbed the pony.

“Wake up. Your child is in danger.”

A pair of optics lit up with blue fire.

Toreador Assualt

“That’s the pirate’s life for me, yo-ho!” Foxy sang, before straightening up and waving. “Thank ye for spending this fine day with ol’ Foxy, and please come again to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria! Good night!”

Not that there were many kids left, from what Jeremy could see from his place near the wall. Most of them had gone home already, with only a few whose mothers were close friends of Rebecca.

Who was coming over to him. “There you are,” she said, sitting down next to him. “You disappeared on me back there.”

“Sorry,” Jeremy said. “I had to take a rest for a moment.”

“You do look kinda pale,” Rebecca noted.

“Really?”

“Yeah, like a ghost walked over your grave or something.”

“Funny, that’s exactly what it felt like.”

“What do you mean? Wait… do you hear something?”

Jeremy looked around. Then he looked up. “Oh no.”

“SCCRRREEEE!!!”

The Mangle swung down from where it had been hiding on the ceiling, jaws opened to take a bite out of one of the adult’s heads.

Or at least it was before Foxy grabbed it by a leg and swung it flat on its back. “What’s the big idea, lad… lass… ladsete?”

The Mangle let out a burst of static and leapt at the larger fox.

“Mutiny is it?” Foxy cried, catching the broken animatronic. “Then have at ye!”

Rebecca grabbed Jeremy’s arm. “What’s going on?” she asked as the two animatronics began fighting.

“The Mangle’s gone crazy!” he cried, pulling her out of the room. “Daggnabbit, I didn’t except this to happen!”

“Do this… what are you talking about?”

“The animatronics, they… screw it, I don’t care if they fire me. Something’s wrong with them! They keep attacking the night guards, but this is the first time one of them has attacked during the-”

“Excuse me, but you two should move away from the wall.”

Jeremy and Rebecca turned to face- “Shadow Freddy?” Jeremy asked.

The black animatronic grimaced, the red hat on its head tilting to the side. “Yes and no,” he said. “But I am serious, you two better get out of the way.”

“Why?” Rebecca asked. “What on Earth is going on?”

“That is a long story,” the bear animatronic, golden eyes flicking from side to side. “Unfortunately, you two don’t have the time to hear it.”

A thumping, steadily growing louder and louder reinforced the bear’s next statement.

“Because neither of you are ready for Freddy.”

Fluttershy held her hooves over her chest, watching was her uncle fought his unnatural double. The elder fox fought with the strength of experience, but his opponent had him on the ropes. A soft giggle sounded behind her. She slowly turned around. Behind her was another one of the unnatural ones, the yellow one. Its large mouth was open wide, and its eyes were black. And it was reaching for her.

Fluttershy screamed.

Target acquired. Preparing to retrieve creature.
The Toy Chica animatronic reached for the pony, ignoring the screams it was letting out. It kept following its programming, to retrieve the unknown creature-

An arm crashed through the vent and grabbed Toy Chica by her waist, pulling her through the wall.

Interloper detected. Identifying… Freddy Fazburger Micro Einz…

Recognition glitch detected. Repairing…

Identifying …

…

~~IT’S ME.~~

Freddy pulled Toy Chica out of the wall, with its beak missing and its eyes in night vision. Still in the vent was a shivering Fluttershy, curled up into a ball.

Fury filled Freddy. It had almost happened again. A child under his protection was almost harmed, another one killed, he had almost lost another member of his family! He had gotten away, but there was no escape for this one.

Freddy Fazbear lifted the chicken animatronic up and looked into its soulless eyes.

And he bit down on her head.

The man in purple jerked as the feed of one of his tools went out. Why had the bear come? How was it turned on? And why was it so protective of the creature?

Composing himself, he turned back to the screens. There was going to be investigations into this, and he needed to be ready for them. The creature, which he now knew to be a pony, would most likely not be far from the rogue ones, he would be able to retrieve it at his leisure. But for now, he had to plan and study.

Perhaps he should go back to some of his older work?

And his first mistake… yes, that would work just nicely…

Toy Chica jerked once, and then went limp as the remains of her head dropped out of Freddy’s mouth, followed by the rest of her body.

Rebecca could only watch in mute fascination as the original Freddy wiped his mouth before reaching into the wall and pulling out … a small yellow pony? The small creature wrapped its forelegs around Freddy, shaking with soft sobs.

The animatronic brushed the pink mane gently before turning and heading back the way it came.

“So it was a pony,” Jeremy said in mute awe.

Before Rebecca could ask what he had meant, there was a shrill scream from the Kid’s Cove. Shooting each other a glance, the two adults ran for the room.

Foxy staggered back from a blow from the Mangle. As much as he hated to admit it, he wasn’t doing so well. His multilimbed adversary was quickly getting the better of him, wearing him down and tearing his newly repaired costume.

The Mangle rushed him, sending Foxy down onto a table which had yet to be cleared of the birthday meal. His had closed on one of the servers that came with the pizza…

“You don’t hold a knife like that, kid, you hold it this way. Smooth.”

“Wow, thanks, Mister!

“Don’t mention it, kid. Just keep taking care of those rascals that follow you around. And I told you to call me H__.”

Foxy grabbed the tool and stabbed forward as he had been shown so long ago. The server slipped into the Mangle’s chest, where the heart would be on a human.

The Mangle screeched and stumbled backwards, the server sparking from where it had been impaled. The animatronic teetered a few more steps before slumping over, offline.

Foxy stood up, triumphant over his foe. He turned on his heel, and headed back to Supply and Repairs, not sparing a glance for the broken animatronic.

“Well, that escalated quickly,” Jeremy said later.

It was some time later. The police had arrived, pulling up with a van containing a SWAT team. The officers quickly cleared out the pizzeria after getting witness accounts from everyone there, which included all the remaining guests, and the employees.

Which led to Jeremy walking Rebecca to the bus stop while she carried a sleeping Mikey. “I’m surprised he fell asleep so quickly,” he continued.

Rebecca laughed. “He was tuckered out,” she said. “He was cheering for Foxy the whole time.”

“Glad the kid wasn’t scared,” Jeremy said.

“It takes a lot to scare him,” Rebecca said. “Do… do they always act like that?”

“There is a lot less robot-on-robot smackdown… I don’t know. I could tell you a lot of things.”

Rebecca smiled. “I would like to hear them,” she said as they reached the bus stop.

Jeremy smiled back. “I would be glad to tell you,” he said, as they sat down.

“You know, I never did get your full name.”

“Oh, I’m Jeremy Fitzgerald. What’s yours?”

“Rebecca Schmidt.”

The two of them sat in silence until Jeremy realized something.

“Hey, where did Shadow Freddy go?”

Painted Faces

December 17, 1987

He floated in his box, weighed down by the weight of his failure.

She was a precious child, beloved by her father.

He was a protector, made to guard the father’s daughter, and to be a friend to the child.

She was locked out, alone in the cold.

He couldn’t reach her.

She faced him all alone.

He left the building, following his orders.

S.A.V.E. H.E.R.

But he couldn’t.

They never could.

She died all alone in the rain.

He laid next to her, trying to wake her.

She couldn’t go on.

He couldn’t let go, doomed to follow his final order. To find her killer. To bring him to justice.

A nigh-impossible task.

The music soothed him. Kept her in a restless sleep. Distracted him from his failure. Kept her in dreams of pleasanter times.

But the music wound down once again, and the dreams soured. And he would left his box, prepared to follow his instructions.

And she saw the yellow pony on the floor.

Fluttershy sat before the big box that had its own room. Dada Bear, Unca Bon, Unca Foxy, and Aunchic were in the food room and had left her to her own devices. She had ended up in the box room and was listening to the music playing.

However, the music soon stopped. Fluttershy pouted and was about to leave when the box opened. A creature climbed out of it on spindly legs. Its body was black, with white stripes on its forearms and forelegs. It had a white face with purple markings on its cheeks and an open mouth.

The creature stopped upon seeing the pegasus sitting on the ground. Slowly it reached a hand out and stroked Fluttershy’s mane. The filly cooed and leaned into the stroking.

However, her name was soon called. Waving goodbye to her new friend, Fluttershy scampered out of the room.

The Marionette stood in place after the pony had left the room. Slowly, she spelled out two words. “S.A.V.E. T.H.E.M.”

“Am I dead?” the night guard asked, rising up from behind the desk where he had taken cover after he had found he had let the music box wind down. He smoothed his green hair and looked around, seeing no animatronic. “I’m not dead! Hah! Screw you, Phone Guy! Wait, where did you come from? And give those back!”

“Ha-ha!” Balloon Boy laughed as he ran around the room, chased by the night guard, his precious batteries in hand.

December 21, 1987

Jeremy was doing some research. He was currently sitting in the local library, looking at everything they had about Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

It… honestly wasn’t very much. The only things he had found were some old articles from a few years ago that spoke of the disappearance of some children. There had apparently been an investigation, nobody had ever found anything. The most recent item the library had regarding the pizzeria was an obituary detailing the suicide of the franchise’s creator, Henry Emily. Apparently, the franchise was very good at covering its tracks.

Jeremy dropped his head into his hands. “None of this makes any sense!” he growled.

“I suppose so, but this is still a library, kiddo, so you better keep it down.”

Jeremy turned around to see one of the librarians standing behind him. “Oh, sorry,” he said. “I didn’t realize that I was so loud.”

The old librarian chuckled. “That’s alright. At least you’re quieter than some knuckleheads I know in New York. What are you working on anyway?”

Jeremy motioned at the material on the desk. “Well, I used to work at Freddy’s-”

“And now you’re trying to figure out what actually happened in that place,” the librarian guessed. “A lot of guards do after they get off their first five nights.”

“Have any of them found out the truth?”

“No, but this one guy who kept bringing in Diet Coke came close.”

“That doesn’t help me,” murmured Jeremy, turning his attention back to the screen with the papers on it.

“Hey, maybe it’s not my place to say, but maybe you could look for what is missing,” the librarian suggested. “You know, find what’s not there.”

“Thank,” Jeremy said before checking the time. “Shoot! I’ll have to that later. I’m meeting someone, and if I don’t go now, I’ll be late.”

“Ah, a date, eh?” the librarian said, winking behind his glasses.
“It’s nothing like that!” Jeremy protested weakly.

“Sure, it ain’t,” the librarian said, guffawing. “I’ll clean this up. Get going, true believer!”

Jeremy left the library, his ears burning as he went to his not-a-date! with Rebecca. It was just the two of them talking over dinner and then going to the movies, and maybe it was a date…

December 31, 1987

The man in purple scowled. Events were not going according to plan. Apparently, he only had ownership of his newer tools, his partner’s organization still held the older ones. Which meant he had no legal way to gain possession of them or the pony.

He had still managed to get something out of it. He had managed to grab his first set. With them, he might be able to get the pony after all. He flipped a switch and waited for the machines to warm up.

A pair of green lights came on in another part of the darkened workshop. “Everyone please stay in your seats…”

January 1, 1988

He stood in the empty room. The lost souls had been taken to a new place, taking with them the pony child. The building had been abandoned, not even a guard remained. The only ones remaining in this place were himself and the giver.

The first one he had failed.

But hope had been rekindled, sparked by the pony child. He had seen his child emerge from behind the painted mask she was forced to wear. Recognition of herself, and of her surroundings.

That made him even more determined to stop his plans.

The music box wound down for the final time, the giver rising from her home. He stood watching as she became conscious, stepping forward when she was fully awake. “Come,” he said. “We have work to do.”

The giver nodded. "I am ready... father."

The Show Must Go On

January 31, 1988

A young man entered Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria carrying a newspaper. Passing the ‘Grand Reopening’ sign, he made his way into the dining area. Upon entering the room, he caught the tail end of a prerecorded speech playing over an intercom, while a group of people stood in front of a closed set of curtains.

“-and make sure to your way over to Pirate’s Cove at 4:00 to join the Great Captain Foxy on a grand high-seas adventure. And now for the bear of the hour, Freddy Fazbear!” The curtain pulled back to reveal a familiar brown bear which began moving as soon as the spotlight shone upon it.

“Hello everyone!” Freddy said, waving a hand. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria! I am your host, Freddy Fazbear. And I brought some friends with me. Say hello to Bonnie the Rabbit and-” The bear seemed to notice that the space to his left was empty before turning to the right. “Bonnie, where’s Chica?”

“I think she went to the kitchen, Freddy,” the rabbit said.

There was a thumping noise and the missing animatronic came onstage. “Sorry I’m late,” she said. “I was-”

“Chica,” interrupted Freddy. “We all know how much you like pizza, but you can save some for later. We have a show to do.”

“We do?” Chica asked. She then seemed to see the rest of the room. “Oops! My bad.”

“And late to the party is Chica the Chicken!” Freddy said, turning around to face the patrons. “We hope that all of you will have a great time at Freddy’s today. We are going to be preforming for you all day-”

“YAH-HAR-HAR-HAR!”

The bear was interrupted as the purple curtains set to the left of the stage opened revealing a fox dressed as a pirate. “Did ye ferget about the great Cap’an Foxy?” he cried, waving his hook.

“I tried!” Chica shot back, causing a laugh among the audience.

“As I was saying,” Freddy continued, ignoring Foxy’s cry of indignation, “we will be preforming for you all day, while our friend Foxy the Pirate will be taking center stage at Pirate’s Cove at 4:00, so be sure to head over there for an adventure on the high seas. And we all hope you enjoy your stay at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.”

With that, the three animatronics began miming playing their instruments, and the man began to make his way over to the office. However, he thought he heard something, like Bonnie asking about butter fries?

The man shook his head and knocked at the open door. “Mr. Miller?” he asked when the man looked up. “I’m here about the night job.”

The manager stood up and indicated the other chair in the office. “Ah, you must be Wilford,” he said. “Come on in, my boy, and please have a seat.”

Chica wandered the halls, familiarizing herself with her new ho-surroundings. To be honest, neither pizzeria had felt like a home to her. A pang of deep sadness went through her along with a sensation of helplessness and where’s mommy and help me bro-

“Goshdarnit!!!” a familiar voice cried, startling her out of her thoughts. Chica came around the corner to an increasingly familiar sight. When they arrived in this new location, Foxy had discovered he could manipulate the old arcade machines in the pizzeria to turn them on and play the games. He was now currently in front of one of them, pounding on the controls while a giggling Fluttershy perched on his head.

“What are you doing, Foxy?” Chica asked.

“I be trying to beat this game!” Foxy said. “But I keep mistiming me jumps!”

Chica looked at the machine he was at. “The Magic Rainbow?” she asked. “Are you still trying to beat it?”

“I’ll be getting it someday!”

“Foxy, you’ve been trying to beat it for the past two nights! Why don’t you try something else?”

“Cause the Lil’ Matey always wants me to play this or Fox Fighters and I have beaten that one twice already.”

Chica giggled along with Fluttershy. “I think you’re overreacting, Foxy,” she said as the pirate restarted the game. “Let me try once.”

“Are ye sure, Lass?” Foxy asked. “This game be very difficult.”

“Come on,” Chica said as she stepped in front of the screen. “How hard can this be?”

One Minute and Fifty-Five Seconds Later…

Foxy and Fluttershy watched as Chica’s character died for the third time, ending her session. Each time the chicken had played, she had died to one of the numerous dangers present on the first level.

Now she was staring at the screen, slack jawed. “Lass?” Foxy asked. “Are ye alright?”

Chica turned to the pirate. “Start it again,” she said.

“Lass?” Foxy started.

“I’m not letting that rainbow get the last laugh!” Chica almost shouted.

Foxy gulped. “As ye wish,” he said, restarting the machine.

“Hey guys,” Bonnie said, walking into the room.

“There you are,” Freddy said, coming from the room from the other hallway. “Where have you been?”

“Walking around. Hey, did you know that they hired a night guard?”

“Really?”

“Figures,” Foxy muttered. “Guess that they couldn’t find a reason to use an endoskeleton instead of a human.”

“Well, he wasn’t very good,” Bonnie said. “He fainted when I walked in.”

“Bonnie,” Freddy began. “What did you do?”

“Well…”

February 1, 1988

Dave Miller sighed as Wilford ran off, not even bothering to clean the mustache drawn on his face with pink marker. Picking up the telephone, he dialed a number he had memorized a long time ago.

“Hey, Fritz,” he said when the person on the other end picked up. “I need you to come in tonight. The night guard just quit.” A beat. “Yes, we will pay you for overtime. No worries, great! I’ll see you tonight.”

Hanging up the phone, he began dialing the number for the local newspaper. “I should make them stay for a week or something,” he murmured as it began to ring. He then thought on that. “That’s not a bad idea, actually,” he said.

Not Here All Night

Despite the new ‘stay five nights policy,’ the night guard position at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria still had a high turnover rate. This was partly to the rumors that followed the infamous pizzeria, how the creepy animatronics looked in the dark, and the rumored fifth animatronic that was sometimes seen slinking through the halls. And some managed to make it through to the end of the week. And on the other side, the animatronics were trying their best to raise a tiny pegasus filly.

Here are some of the more… memorable nights.

“Like man, why did I even take this job?” the new night guard said, cowering in his chair, looking nervously at the screen. “Like, I know that I need the money in between the races, but why couldn’t I have gotten a different job?”

The thin, lanky man shifted in his seat. “Oh, this is just like working with the gang- wait, what’s that?”

A tap of the screen showed nothing. However, lowering it revealed a small pegasus.

“Zoinks!” the guard said. “What are you doing here Ditzy, like wait, you’re not Ditzy.”

The yellow pony tilted her head.

“Like, what’s another pegasus doing here?” the man in the untucked shirt asked.

“You know what she is?”

The man in the shirt jumped at the bear in the doorway. He then relaxed, then jumped up again. “Like, they don’t pay me enough to mess with ghosts, man!” he proclaimed, before running past the bear and sending the approaching fox falling onto his rump.

“What in Davy Jones’ locker was that!?!” Foxy asked as he got up.

“I… don’t know,” Freddy admitted.

Three animatronics stared at the dish set before them.

Chica stood to the side, wringing her hands. “I… don’t know what went wrong?”

“Chica,” Freddy said calmly. “What just happened?”

“I don’t know?” the chicken answered, spreading her arms.

“Ye were making a salad,” Foxy said. “A salad, lass! How did ye mess that up?”

Fluttershy poked what might have been a blackened leaf of lettuce. It collapsed into an inky sludge.

“I’m wondering how it caught on fire,” Bonnie remarked, putting down the fire extinguisher he had been holding. “I mean, you never went near the stove.”

“Come on guys!” Chica said. “I swear I’m getting the hang of this! Please let me try one more time-”

“Chica,” Freddy said, interrupting her. “Please, just stick to pizza.”

Fluttershy looked at a door. Her family had taken one look at the man in the room and had gone to the farthest room away from it.

Curious, she walked towards the room, which doors were mysteriously opened. The man wasn’t purple as they usually were. He was instead wearing a black coat and hat and his face was hidden by long yellow strands. He looked up as she entered. “OOOOOOOGH!” he cried and ran out.

The bearded man was not seen again the next night.

Four animatronics and one pony looked at the screen of the new TV as the credits of the show rolled. Turning to the others, Bonnie asked, “So, the new Bendy cartoon. Yea or nay?”

The other three animatronics looked at each other. “I’m optimistic,” Chica answered.

“I want to see more of it before I make up my mind,” Freddy spoke up.

“Party Favor seem fa… fa…famul…” Fluttershy said, slowly sounding out the word.

“Familiar?” Freddy offered.

“Yeah.”

“I be awonderin’ where they got the idea fer the pony.” Foxy remarked.

“Maybe we can sue them?” Bonnie wondered.

Chica blinked as Bonnie stomped past her, a dark red stain on his head. “What happened to you?” she asked.

“The night guard threw jam at me!” the usually unflappable rabbit cried.

“Go away, Bon-Bon! You aren’t jamming my doors tonight!” a female voice cried from down the hall.

“And she keeps calling me that!” Bonnie wailed.

“Come on, Bonnie,” Chica said, walking toward the door. “You must not be taking the wrong approach to this-”

“Go away, Duck-Duck, no one likes you!”

“Duck-Duck!?!” Chica yelled. Turning to the other two animatronics entering with Fluttershy in Freddy’s arms, she asked, “Do I look like a duck?”

Freddy, being smarter than the average bear, tried to stall. “Uhhhhh…”

Fortunately for him, Foxy was not that smart. “Well, ye do waddle, lass; hey what ye be doin’; put down that fan; Freddy, Bonnie, HELP MEEEEE!!!”

Fluttershy watched as a fox ran away from an angry chicken. “Unca Foxy in trouble again?”

“Yes, he is,” Freddy confirmed.

“I did it!” Chica cried, jumping up and down as the victory screen flashed. “I beat The Magic Rainbow! It took me only sixteen nights, but I finally won! I am the best!” she sang, doing a victory dance. “I am the queen of The Magic-”
Thunder boomed, causing the lights to flicker… and causing The Magic Rainbow to reset, erasing Chica’s hard-earned victory.

“OH, COME ON!”

Fritz Smith sighed as he lowered his tablet. He didn’t know why he had been led here. Dave Miller was a good man, for a Fazbear Entertainment manager. He wasn’t sure what his purpose here was.

It wasn’t as if anything could make up for what he had done.

But something had happened. Something was wrong with the restaurant beyond his mistake. And he had a feeling that it was because of his-

He jumped up in his seat when the black Freddy suit appeared in the office.

He watched with the giver, as the lost souls interacted with the filly as she grew. The bonds between grew stronger than ever, and more of their old selves was brought to the forefront.

But time was running short. He was still out there, and who knew what thoughts were running through His head. But he and the giver needed help. Someone who could walk in the light, one who wouldn’t draw attention to himself.

And maybe the guilty son would be able to help them in their quest.

He stepped forward, allowing himself to be seen by the man in purple. “I would have a moment of your time, Mr. Afton,” he said.

The man in purple watched as his newest creations stood up. Two of them were of shining metal, fitting with Her replacement and his first mistake.

The other five were something else, bigger than anything he had ever built before. Strong enough to overpower the older models, and each one was to be programmed to retrieve the filly.

The man in purple smiled. Everything was proceeding as planned.

Flumpty's Jam

Fluttershy nervously looked around. She was in a room that she had never seen before. A single lamp provided minimum light to the entire room. Darkened objects were leaning against the dark red walls while a large screen showed several… things. From what she could see, there was a stringy clown, a large owl, something with too many eyes, a red figure, an animal wrapped up in paper, a boy with a square head, and a large egg.

The record player next to her crackled to life. “Hi!” a tinny voice said from it. “My name is Flumpty Bumpty! I’m an egg, I’m immune to the plot, and I can transcend time and space. I have grabbed you to play a little game. Just try to survive till 6:00 am. Also, I’m coming after you. You can figure out the rest. Have fun~!”

What followed was a night of terror unlike anything she had ever experienced, even more terrifying than the mocking laughter. Each of the things, much more terrifying than anything she had seen before, came for her. It was only through blind luck that she was able to figure out the door system, but even that didn’t work for long. Before too long, Flumpty himself stood before her.

“Ah, you didn’t last as long as the other guys,” the egg said with fake sympathy dripping from his voice. “Oh, well, I had fun at least. Too bad for you, losing carries a steep price!” he cackled, reaching for her.

…

...

But the egg was stopped. Suddenly standing between him and the tiny pony was a large bear, with his skin covered in dark grey scars. He was wearing a black hat, and three smaller versions of him were sitting on his shoulders. The bear spoke in a dark baritone, "OH, WHAT A GIFT TO CHERISH. A VICTIM THAT CANNOT PERISH.”

A burst of flame heralded the arrival of another creature, a large chicken that was on fire. “IS IT HOT IN HERE?” she asked. “OR IS IT JUST ME?”

“YHAR! YOU SHOULD NEVER UNDERESTIMATE A PIRATE!” a scarred fox with a too-long tongue cried. “OR A FOX, FOR THAT MATTER!”

“JUST FACE THE FACTS,” a large rabbit added, coming out from behind the fox. “YOU WERE ALWAYS DOOMED TO FAIL.”

Flumpty stamped a foot. “No fair, no fair, no fair!” he cried. “You’re not supposed to be here!”

“Oh, BuT wE aRe,” an enormous black bear intoned, his hat nearly scrapping the ceiling. “By OuR pAcT, yOu ArE tHe OnE bReAkInG aN aGrEeMeNt. ThIs ChIlD iS uNdEr OuR pRoTeCtIoN.”

Flumpty paled. “Please Nightmare! Spare me! I didn’t know-”

“tHaT’s WhAt YoU aLwAyS sAy,” the black bear said. Turning to Fluttershy, he added, “ReTuRn To ThE wAkInG wOrLd, YoUnG oNe. YoU hAvE nOtHiNg To FeAr FrOm Me Or MiNe.” Turning away from her, he spoke to something not there. "He Is AlL yOuRs, My ApPrEnTiCe."

A scarred golden bear that stood nearly as tall as the black bear reached for Flumpty. "LET'S SEE HOW MANY TIMES YOU CAN BE PULLED APART," he said in a sad voice.

The world turned black as Flumpty’s screams echoed in her ears.

April 1, 1990

“-shy! Wake up!”

Fluttershy jerked awake, seeing a worried Freddy and Chica standing over her. Words spilled out of her, as she babbled about animatronic mummies, giant eggs, and mismatched monsters.

Freddy glared at Chica as he held Fluttershy. “Next time, don’t experiment with eggs,” he said.

“Agreed,” she answered, looking queasy.

Nobody noticed as a being wearing a yellow hat floated into the walls.

Five More Nights

“What’s up with this guy?” Freddy asked as he and Bonnie watched the new night guard.

“Aside from a strange fascination with fire, he apparently really likes Fluttershy,” Bonnie said, holstering the fire extinguisher he had been carrying all night.

The red-suited guard was petting the little pony while flicking a lighter. Fluttershy let out a coo and kicked her leg.

“Well, at least he isn’t causing too much trouble,” Freddy said.

Bonnie huffed. “Speak for yourself,” he said. “I’ve put out at least five fires caused by this guy.”

The guard laughed, which was muffled by the gas mask he was wearing.

“Well, it could be worst,” Freddy finally said.

“Hey guys!” Bonnie said excitedly. “A new game’s here!”

Soon all four animatronics were gathered around the new arcade machine. “Bendy’s Nightmare Run,” Freddy said, reading the title.

“Oh, they made a Bendy game?” Chica asked. “I hope it’s good!”

“Probably better than The Magic Rainbow?” Foxy asked cheeckily.

Chica glared at the robotic fox. “We swore never to speak of it again!” she hissed.

“I a’never swore anything,” Foxy said, still smiling smugly.

“Alright, you two,” Freddy said, standing in between the two animatronics. “Let’s not do this tonight. Foxy, do the thing.”

“Aye-aye Cap’an,” Foxy said, walking over and activating the machine. “Doing the thing.”

“Alright,” Freddy said as the four characters danced on the screen. “Who gets the first turn?”

Jeremy was taking another food basket to Fluttershy and the animatronics, when some guy in purple ran by him. Based off his uniform, Jeremy guess he had been working at Freddy’s, although he was shouting some nonsense about overclocked animatronics.

Jeremy shrugged and opened the door to the pizzeria, only to be greeted by Freddy this time. The usually dapper bear was covered with soot marks, his tie was set crooked, and he was missing his hat.

“What happened?” the former guard asked.

The animatronic shook his head. “Fluttershy got into the sugar, then she dared Foxy to stick his hook into an electrical outlet, which also got Bonnie. They have been running around ever since then.”

Just then, a yellow blur passed by closed to the ground, which was followed by a larger red fox who was trying to catch her. They were followed by a blurred rabbit who was banging on a large white object.

“And I have no idea where Bonnie found the snare drum,” Freddy finished.

Jeremy stared at the pandemonium for a while longer before shoving the basket into Freddy’s arms. “That’s it, I’m gone.”

“Wait, come back!” Freddy cried. “Me and Chica need help!”

“I could barely handle you guys when you weren’t juiced up, what makes you think I have a chance now?” Jeremy called back.

“Yes sir, I understand,” Dave Miller said. He sighed as the voice on the other end said something. “Yes sir, I’ll implement the changes right away.” He hung up the phone and started rubbing his temples.

“Bad news?” Fritz asked, from his seat in the manager’s office.

“What else?” Dave asked. Sitting down, he added, “Upper management wants us to stop giving the guards a Freddy mask.”

“What?” Fritz asked, incredulously. “Why would they do that?”

“Apparently a Freddy animatronic in another location just walked out the front door.”

“Yikes,” Fritz said, leaning back. “That’s going to make thing a bit harder for the night guard. But at least it’s not any worst.”

“I guess this would also be a bad time to mention that we’re going to have to start putting the restaurant on limited power for the night shift?”

Onstage, Foxy fell over as a loud shout came from the office next door.

“Aincha be the deck swabber?” Foxy asked, looking in on the new night guard.

The man looked up from the screens. “I prefer janitor, but yes,” he said. “You going to cause any trouble?”

“Depens,” Foxy answered. “Ye gonna harm the pony?”

“No.”

“Then ye be good.”

“Good,” the janitor said, before turning his attention to the screen in front of him.

“What ye be a’doin?” Foxy asked, stepping closer.

“Training for my other job,” the human said, not turning his attention away from the screen which was slowly filling up with numbers.

Foxy shrugged and left the human be. Although why humans would pay a person to play Minesweeper was beyond him.

Fluttershy batted at her balloon. One had gotten left behind at a birthday party, and Foxy had gotten it down for her to play with, tying it around her wing.

She trotted down the hallway, the silvery balloon bouncing jauntily behind her. As she passed by the doors, however, she stopped, and looked out.

Standing outside the restaurant, was a man. His face was in shadow, with the only thing visible was his purple shirt with a moth printed on it. A great sadness seemed to emanate off him.

Fluttershy trotted up to the glass doors and sat facing the man. Reaching out with the wing it was tied to, she offered the balloon to him. The man seemed to smile as he took the balloon, which seemed to match the moth on his shirt.

She blinked, and he was gone.

September 15, 1991

Rain fell down hard, drops beating out a staccato beat against the pavement. The back entrance of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was lit up by a single street light, making the restaurant seem cozy, much to the disbelief of the night guard, who had taken off when Chica had invited him to play Scrabble the previous night. Fritz Smith had also taken a rare sick day, so the only beings inside the restaurant were four animatronics and one pony.

Not that the figure approaching the building knew any of this. His only thought was escape, escape from the monster who had claimed his unawake brothers, who had sent his sisters to their deaths. He had escaped before the man in purple could claim him too.

Now he approached the only place he knew to go. The place that was once his and his greater’s, the place he was charged (and failed) to protect. Perhaps he could find rest here.

Upon reaching the back entrance however, he began to feel sluggish, his movements slowing down. Dawn was soon, and his power had finally begun to run low. He made it up the steps before he was forced to sit down against the door. The six o’clock chimes rang out as the rain turned into a drizzle, lightly misting the plastic skin of the motionless animatronic.

Built In The 80's

“Alright, what is it you want to show me… oh my.”

“Yeah, it was just sitting here when I drove up.”

“And you called me.”

“Well, yeah, I wasn’t gonna touch it!”

“Of course you weren’t. Oh, a Toy Model, I thought these things were all recalled.”

“But what’s it doing here? The AI card is gone!”

“Well, we can’t leave it here. Paragraph four under the special obligations cause in our contract states that any animatronics salvaged must tested using an audio response recording and be stored in a Fazbear facility for at least one week.

“Translation?”

“We play a tape and watch its reactions.”

“I vote that you do it.”

“Not today, it’s Sunday. Let’s just get him onto the charging station. I’ll try to contact management tomorrow.”

September 16, 1991

Rebooting complete…

Retrieving memory files…

Starting up system…

Fingers flexed as the animatronic finished booting up. It stood up from the flat piece of metal that looked like it belonged in a monster movie and stepped forward. It took another step-

Before it was slammed against the charging station again. “Ye got a lot of nerve showing yer face around here,” growled Foxy, with the rest of the Fazbear Gang behind him.

Toy Freddy grinned at his captor. “H-hey now,” he said nervously. “We’re all friends here. Water under the bridge and all of that?”

Foxy’s growling only increased. “Why should I give ye any quarter after what ye and ye crew did?”

Toy Freddy gulped as he raised his hands to the one holding him by the neck joint. “I surrender!” he cried. “Mercy! Parley! Parsley!”

Freddy frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“It wasn’t me!” Toy Freddy cried. “He made us do it, our strings were cut, don’t hold it against us, the man in purple, don’t hold it against us, don’t hold it against us!”

Finally, the Fazbear Gang had gathered in the Party Room. Foxy hadn’t wanted to leave Toy Freddy alone, but the smaller animatronic had consented to being tied to the charging station. They had decided that rope would be next to useless in securing him, but Bonnie had managed to find some chains somewhere. As for Fluttershy, they had turned on the TV and she was currently watching ‘The Showdown Bandit Show.’

The animatronics had moved to the other side of the room and were in the middle of an argument. “I dunno why we’ren’t keelhauling that lily-livered, sharked nose, fleshy fingered-”

“But he hasn’t done anything!” Bonnie protested. “It was… those other two.”

“Which is why we shouldn’t trust them!” Foxy hissed. “One of ‘em turned on us, why shouldn’t this one?”

“Uh…, actually…”

The other three turned. “What is it, Chica?” Freddy asked.

“He… doesn’t feel like he did before…” The chicken tapped her fingers together nervously. “Before, they were all stiff and… empty. Now, he feels… scared.”

“Scared?”

“Yeah… like he is terrified out of his mind. Like everything frightens him. I don’t think he’s capable of lying to us currently.”

Foxy cracked his knuckles. “I be a’likin’ the sound o’ dat.”

“But despite that, wherever he came from, that scares him even more.”

There was silence among the animatronics, until Freddy noticed something missing.

“Wait, where’s Fluttershy?”

Sure enough, the pegasus was gone.

Bonnie groaned. “Don’t tell me…”

But he was speaking to an empty room. The other three animatronics had gone back to Parts & Service.

“Hey, wait up!”

She peaked into the room that her family had been talking about. Lying on one of the tables her family occasionally slept on was one of the Cold Ones who had tried to take her away so long ago.

Only, this one seemed… more awake, more like her family than the other unnatural ones. He seemed lonely… and scared.
Just like her.

With that, her young mind was made up.

They found Fluttershy in the Parts & Service Room with the Toy animatronic. Surprisingly, she wasn’t curled up in fear in the corner either. She was currently curled up next to Toy Freddy and was demanding head pats from the befuddled bear.

“I didn’t do anything!” he squeaked upon seeing an angry Foxy slam open the door.

“Fluttershy, what are you doing?” Freddy asked.

“Hanging out with a new friend,” she answered.

“Why?” Bonnie asked. “You don’t know what he has done.”

“He said he was sorry,” Fluttershy said.

The animatronics looked down at the pony.

“He said he was sorry,” Fluttershy repeated. “And I forgave him.”

“Why?” Freddy asked.

“’Cause he deserves a second chance.”

“Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in those empty heads back there. You know… oh, no-”

“Bunnies shouldn’t be scary! Why are you scary!?!

“Why are you doing this, Ch__a! you were my favorite!”

“Swiper no- ARGH!!!”

The animatronics shuddered as a wave of uneasy memories washed over them.

“Just like everyone.”

The four animatronics stood there awhile, trying to process this. Finally, Freddy spoke up. “Okay, you can stay.”

“Thank you!” Toy Freddy exclaimed.

“But don’t think ye be gettin any special treatment,” Foxy growled, sticking his face close.

Toy Freddy gulped. “I can live with that,” he squeaked.

“Unca Foxy!” Fluttershy said sharply. “Stop scarin’ Brother Bear!”

Foxy leaned back, mollified. “Sorry, Lil’ Matey. I was just a’teasin.”

“Brother Bear?” Toy Freddy asked.

Freddy chuckled. “I think you’ve just been adopted.”

Bonnie removed the chains and Chica caught the smaller bear in a hug. “Welcome to the family!”

Foxy glared at the Toy animatronic. “I don’t know why, but the Lil’ Matey likes ye. But be warned,” he added, flipping his eyepatch up. “I’ve got me eye on ye.”

Toy Freddy gulped. “Loud and clear, Captain.”

“You know what this calls for!” Chica asked.

“Pizza?” Bonnie guessed.

“How did you know?”

Toy Freddy looked between the four larger animatronics. “So, you’re just going to let me stay?” he asked.

“Fluttershy wants you to stay,” Bonnie replied as he placed a hand on the smaller animatronic’s shoulder. “And Fluttershy’s word is law here.”

“They should add that to the official rules,” Chica added.

The man in purple smiled as the feed from his unwitting mole came in, sparing a glance for the five sheet-covered animatronics lying on the table behind him. Barring any complications, they would be successful in bringing him the pony.

The Joys of Creation were almost in his reach. He could feel it.

Creepin' Towards The Door

“FOXY! GIVE ME BACK MY BIB!”

Freddy sighed as Chica chased Foxy around the pizzeria. “Sometimes I delude myself and think that there’s only one child here,” he said to Fluttershy.

Bonnie stuck out a foot and tripped Foxy, who fell onto Toy Freddy, whose flailing brought the rabbit down with him. Chica couldn’t stop herself and fell onto the other three animatronics.

“Then I remember the other four.”

Fluttershy giggled.

The man in purple cleared the tools and spare parts off the table and laid the remains of a head on it.

A disaster! Why did that vent have to fall just moments after he had installed the AI card? And why did it have to land on one of his creations? It would take weeks to repair it.

And he did not have that time. He would be under heavy surveillance for the next months, making it impossible to return to his secret workshop. He would have to make do with what he had.

Besides, he thought as his gaze went over to a smaller frame, a prototype for a new toy. Perhaps he could still use the card...

“Bonnie,” said Freddy standing in the Party Room. “How did you get up there?”

“I don’t know!” the animatronic rabbit cried from where he was balancing on two beams near the ceiling. “I was walking and reading my book, and when I looked up, I was up here! Now get me down!”

“Have you tried jumping down?” Chica called up.

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that? Oh, right, because I like staying in on piece!”

“Are you scared of heights?”

“No, I’m scared of falls, that’s what kills you!”

“Um, I don’t think that animatronics like us take fall damage,” Toy Freddy offered.

“Well, excuse me if I don’t want to find out!” Bonnie shouted back.

“You might want to move soon,” Freddy said, eyeing the beams he was standing on.

“Give me one good reason why!”

“Because the beam you’re standing on is about to-”

CRACK!

“-break,” Freddy finished as Bonnie fell down from the ceiling and landed on Foxy who had just stepped through the doorway.

“YEOWCH! Why did ye go and hafta do dat fer?!?” Foxy yelled from where he was currently being crushed by a fallen rabbit animatronic.

“Thank you, Foxy,” Bonnie said, lying face-down on the ground.

It was another day at the pizzeria and a group of three were visiting. Freddy was talking to one of the boys, a blond-haired one, while Chica was talking about recipes with a boy with oddly pink hair.

Bonnie stopped in front of the last child, a girl with bright blue hair. “Hi there!” he said.

The girl tilted her head. “Who are you?” she asked.

“Don’t you know me?” Bonnie asked, tilting his head also.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” the girl said. “I was talking to the boy behind you.”

Bonnie looked back, but he could see anyone. “Are you sure?” he asked.

The girl huffed. “Of course I’m sure,” she retorted. “He’s doing everything you’re doing.”

Bonnie grew still. “What was that?” he questioned.

“He’s copying everything you do,” the girl said. “Also, he’s got these strings attached to you-”

“There you are, Vivi,” said a man with pink stripes in his blond hair. “We’re getting ready to go, Lewis and Arthur are already in the car.”

“Okay, Mr. Pepper!” the little girl, Vivi, chirped. She hugged Bonnie and waved at something only she could see. “Bye-bye mystery guy!” she said before following the man.

“What was she talking about?” Freddy asked.

“I don’t really know,” Bonnie said.

“Mmph!” Bonnie said, holding a yellow peel in his hand. “Forgot how much I love bananas,” he added as he tossed it into a trash can. “Oh, when did we get a jukebox?”

The animatronic rabbit walked over to the device which was still lit up. However, a little pony was already there and was pawing at the selection button going through the discs set in the machine.

“Hey Fluttershy,” Bonnie said. “What are you- wait go back one.”

The yellow pegasus did so, and Bonnie read the songs on the disc. A wide grin stretched across his face. “Hey, Fluttershy,” he said. “Wanna see something funny?”

“BONNIE!”

The named animatronic looked up. “Oh, hey Fred,” he said. “What’s up?”

The frazzled bear slammed his paws on the table. “Don’t you ‘hey Fred’ me,” he growled. “How many times did you punch in “What’s New Pussycat” into the jukebox?”

“A few,” Bonnie admitted.

“A few?” Freddy deadpanned.

“Well yeah, Fluttershy saw what I was doing and wanted to choose a song.”

The jukebox then changed tunes, crooning out, “It’s not unusual to be loved by anyone~”

Freddy’s glare softened as he looked at Fluttershy. “That’s a good girl,” he said, ruffling her mane. Turning to Bonnie, he added, “I wouldn’t do anything else with the jukebox, Foxy looks like he’s ready to lose it.”

“I’ll keep it in mind,” Bonnie said, his mischievous grin not matching with his voice.

Five minutes later…

“What’s new pussycat, what’s new pussycat? Whoa~whoa~”

“YAARGH!” Foxy cried, grabbing a chair. “I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! CHAAAARRGGGEE!” he screamed, running at the jukebox.

The next night, the broken machine had an ‘Out Of Order’ sign on it.

“Alright,” the old janitor said, as he sat down at the table across from Toy Freddy. “Let’s get this done so that I can go home. Let’s see here…” He clicked the play button on the tape recorder.

“Begin tape,” a male voice stated. “Leaving dead space 3… 2…”

“I think we can skip that part,” the janitor said, holding down the fast-forward button for a while.

“…audio prompt in 3, 2, 1.”

A shrill metallic noise came out of the speaker causing both the janitor and animatronic to fall out of their chairs. A hand slapped at the recorder until it finally hit the stop button and the janitor raised himself above the table.

“What the fff-fudge was that?” he asked the animatronic that was laying on the floor.

It didn’t answer.

“Tell you what,” the janitor said. “I won’t tell if you won’t tell, deal?”

“Deal,” Toy Freddy answered.

The janitor looked non-pulsed at the animatronic answering and started marking boxes on the sheet.

“Foxy, why are you pouring tomato sauce over yourself?” Chica asked.

“I be a’trying to get the stench of skunk off meself!” the fox pirate replied.

Chica blinked. “That just raises more questions,” she said. “But I don’t think I want to know the answers.”

“Fluttershy found one, and was a’makin’ friends with it,” Foxy explained as he tossed the empty can to the side. “And I, not a’knowin’ this, tried to separate the two.”

Chica tilted her head. “So, you just decided to just pick up the skunk?”

“It appeared ta be a good idea at the time,” Foxy admitted, opening another can of tomato sauce.

“And that’s why management only gave out Freddy masks,” Dave said as he dropped the remains of the makeshift Toy Foxy mask into the trashcan.

Fritz winced. “Is this guy cleared to come back?” he asked.

“Doc said so, but I’m going to need you on standby just in case…”

Fluttershy was walking beside the door when she heard a tapping sound. Looking out the door, she saw Unca Foxy on the other side. Wondering what he was doing out there, she pushed the door open. But he was gone.

A squeak from the left. A small yellow rabbit, standing on two legs, waving at her. Focused on this new thing, she followed it around the corner.

Four shapes were crouched behind the building, right beside a big metal box. For a moment, she thought they were her family, but that thought was washed away.

They were cold.

But before she could scream, a five-fingered hand closed over her mouth.

Author's Note

FYI, Benjy shares my opinion on heights.

Wanna Be Twisted

January 8, 1992

“And I said, ‘That’s my muffin and I want it back!” Bonnie said.

“Errr… I don’ be a’gettin’ it,” Foxy admitted.

“You need to work on your sense of humor. Hey, Freddy!”

The bear walked up, a worried expression on his face. “Have either of you seen Fluttershy?” he asked.

The two animatronics shared a look. “I thought that she was with you,” Bonnie replied.

“Ye two a’be a pair o’ worrywarts,” Foxy cut in. “The Lil’ Matey probably a’be with Chica.”

As if summoned by her name, the animatronic chicken bustled out of the kitchen. “There you guys are!” she chirped. “Have you seen Fluttershy? I just had an idea for a cake and…” Realizing that she wasn’t being shouted down made her stop and look at the other animatronics. “Is something wrong?”

“Nobody has seen Flutterhy, Chica,” Freddy said. “Where did you last see her?”

“Last time I saw her, she was with Toy Freddy…”

Just then, Toy Freddy walked out into the stage area. Upon seeing the Fazbear Gang looking his way with various faces of anger, worry and concern, he sighed and asked, “What did I do this time?”

Foxy leapt at the Toy animatronic and slammed the plastic bear against the wall. “Where did Fluttershy go!?!” Foxy growled, shaking the Toy animatronic.

“I-I-I don’t know!” Toy Freddy chattered. “She had to go to the bathroom and I haven’t seen her since!”

“Liar!!!” snarled the animatronic fox “Where is she!?!”

“She went out the door,” the cupcake sitting on the table said.

All five animatronics turned to stare at the pink cupcake. “You can talk?” Bonnie asked.

“Yep. Name’s Carl.”

“Since when could you talk?” Freddy added.

“Since always.”

“Why haven’t you spoken up until now?” Bonnie asked.

“Never felt the need to before.”

“Never mind that!” Foxy growled. “Where did Fluttershy go, you preposterous pastry!”

“I thought you knew, you were outside, snaggletooth.”

Foxy blinked. “But I nevah left the quarters!”

“Uh…” Everyone turned to Toy Freddy. “Back where … the place I escaped from… there were… they were making… larger versions of you guys. But these things… they were big… and they had too much teeth.”

The larger animatronics stared at him.

“I honestly thought that you were them for a moment.”

“And ye didn’t think to tell us about this?” Foxy growled.

“Not now, Foxy,” Freddy rebuked the fox.

“Think, think, think,” Bonnie said, tapping his head. Then he perked up. “Toy Freddy, how did you find your way here?”

“I dunno,” Toy Freddy said, shrugging his shoulders. “I just followed the roads.”

“Then that’s what we’ll do!” Freddy said. “Let’s go gang!” he said, as he ran out the doors. He was soon followed by the others, Foxy dragging a complaining Toy Freddy by the ear.

“Oh, go ahead,” Carl said. “Just leave me here. It’s not like I don’t have legs or anything.”

“How are we going to catch up with them?” Chica asked once they were outside the restaurant. “Who knows how far away they are?”

“We’re going to need a ship to catch up,” Foxy said, looking towards the scruffy truck parked in front of the restaurant.

“How are we gonna use that?” Bonnie asked.

Five minutes later…

“Why do I have to drive?” Toy Freddy asked as he got into the driver’s seat.

“’Cause ye be de only landlubber that can fit behind da wheel!” Foxy said as he got in the passenger seat.

“I still think this is a bad idea, just so you know,” Toy Freddy said again. “How do you start this thing?”

Foxy poked the dashboard, and the engine roared to life. “What are ye awaitin’ for?” he snarled. “A map? Cast off!”

Back at the pizzeria, Carl the cupcake shuffled until it faced a dark corner. “Still don’t understand why you didn’t tell them yourself.”

The slumped suit in the corner didn’t answer.

“Just saying, it might go better if you talked to them.”

What might have been a glimmer echoed in the empty eye sockets.

“Just so you know, I don’t understand silent protagonist.”

The head lifted. I don’t deserve to talk to them.

“Don’t or won’t?”

They hate me. I am the one responsible for their fates.

“I don’t think they would hate you for what you did.”

The head tilted downward. But they might.

“Are you sure you can’t reveal yourself to them?”

The darkened golden fur grew even darker. I cannot. Not according to my deal.

“You see, this is why you don’t make deals with things in funny hats.”

Carl blinked and the suit was gone.

“What a weirdo.”

He watched as the four souls and the partial one left the parking lot, nearly hitting a streetlamp. The giver stood by his side as she was wont to. She turned to him. “Can we help?” she asked.

He leaned forward. “We can help them as we can from the shadows. We cannot risk revealing ourselves just yet.”

He paused. “But first, we have to catch them.”

Nightmare By Design

A small rabbit hopped to the edge of the abandoned highway. It barely stood there for a minute before it jumped to the side to avoid being squished by a speeding truck. If it could hear what the passengers were saying, it would have heard this.

“RIGHT SIDE OF THE ROAD!”

“Where did you learn how to drive!?!”

“LEFT! LEFTLEFTLEFTLEFTLEFTLEFT!!!”

“You almost hit that guy!”

“I don’t think Midnight Motorist is a substitute for a driving course!”

“WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE!!!”

“Canna this heap o’junk go any faster!?!”

“POLE!!!”

“Stop.”

Tortured tires screeched to a halt, sending an animatronic rabbit flying over the cab.

“A bit of warning next time, would ya Freddy?” Bonnie asked, absently checking his guitar over for any damage.

“Why ye be a’haltin’, Cap’an?” Foxy asked, sticking his head out the window. “We be awastin’ moon-”

“There,” Freddy interrupted, pointing across the clearing they had parked beside. Standing at the edge of the trees was a splash of red and purple that were going deeper into the shadows. “That must be them.”

“Alright,” Chica said. “So now what?"

“First,” Freddy began, “we need a plan of attack.”

“Don’t ye be a’worryin’” Foxy growled, climbing onto the truck’s cab. “I got meself a foolproof plan o’ attack.”

The animatronic known as Twisted Freddy chuckled darkly as he listened to the wolf and rabbit argue. Despite the disagreements of his minions, the mission had gone well. The asset had been acquired, and even now was secured with the largest of his crew. The originals didn't know that it was missing, and even if they did, there was now way they could catch up with them.

Nothing was going to stop them n-

“ATTACK!”

Something bounced off Twisted Freddy’s head, knocking him into the dirt. A voice called out from behind them, “That was your plan!?!”

“Well, it be a'workin'!” a voice shot back as Twisted Freddy lifted his head out of the dirt. He noted, with cold amusement, that the older model of Foxy was crouched in front of him. His sensors also told him that the rest of the older models had come up behind his crew.

Twisted Freddy chuckled. “Oh, isn't this a treat?” he asked. “The obsolete batch think they can stand up to their betters.”

“Hey!” the chicken/duck/whatever it was supposed to be yelled. “Who're ya calling old!?!”

“You,” Twisted Freddy answered, his grin twisting even wider. “You are old, slow, fit for nothing more than the scrapheap. It would do you good to respect your betters. You are out of date.”

As if on cue, the clouds moved away from the moon, and the clearing was lit up upon him and his crew.

“Meet the new generation.”

Himself, Twisted Freddy, with open mouth on his chest.

Twisted Bonnie, split jaw slowly opening and closing.

The Twisted Wolf, tattered fur barely covering up exposed gears.

Twisted Foxy, with five hooks on his right hand.

And a scared whimpering coming from inside his chest.

Twisted Freddy laughed menacingly. “Get them, boys,” he ordered.

“Oh man, oh man, oh man,” Toy Freddy said as he cowered behind the truck. “They are really getting pummeled out there.” He started chewing at his non-existent nails. “I got to do something… but what?”

A noise brought his attention downward. At his feet was a felt rabbit with yellow fur and green eyes. “Oh, hello there-”

The rabbit screamed at him, revealing sharp teeth.

“AAAAAHHHH!!!” Toy Freddy screamed as the Plushtrap jumped upon his face. “GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFF!!!”

“We're getting pummeled out here!” Bonnie cried, ducking underneath a fist.

They were, in fact. All four of the Twisted Animatronics were larger than the older models, and with what appeared to be stronger pistons and motors, along with many more sharp edges. Foxy was the only one who could match them for raw power, but he was holding back for fear of hurting Fluttershy.

“We have to get out of here!” Bonnie continued. “Fall back and regroup!”

“We can’t leave now!” Foxy cried, grappling with his larger copy. “First rule of the seas!”

“Never place your rear end on a pirate’s face?” asked Bonnie, parrying his double’s blows with his guitar.

“Not that one!” Foxy cried, thrusting his hook into his copy’s chest. “Nobody gets left behind!”

He pulled, causing the plate to come open. As soon as it was wide enough, Fluttershy slipped out and climbed onto Foxy’s head. As soon as she was out, Twisted Foxy tried to grab her, but the original Foxy’s foot shot up.

The eyes of the larger fox bulged, and he fell down, clutching between his legs.

“Errr…” Foxy said. “I meant to do that?”

The two Bonnies shared a look at each other. “Yeah, right,” the Twisted version said.

Then the regular Bonnie swung his guitar down on the double’s head.

The larger rabbit growled. “You’ll pay for that!” he snarled, clawed hands reaching for the smaller one.

But he only caught air. “Where did he go?”

“Heads up!” a voice came from behind him and Bonnie jumped out from behind and beaned him with the guitar again.

“Will you stop it!?!” Twisted Bonnie growled.

“Alright,” regular Bonnie replied. “Since you axed for it!”

With that, he slammed the guitar into the robot’s head, splitting it in half and releasing a cloud of black smoke.

“Get it?” Bonnie asked. “Because a guitar is also called an axe and-”

“Shut up, Bonnie!” several voices called out in unison.

The named rabbit shook his head. “Why did I feel like a spider for a minute?”

“RIP AND TEAR!!! RIP AND TEAR!!! RIP AND TEAR!!!”

“Yikes!” yelped Chica as the giant wolf swung a giant paw where she had been standing a moment ago, and not just because she had almost been crushed. She could feel the rage pouring off the animatronic animal, pent up and waiting for an outlet.

Still, she couldn't help but taunt it. “You're not getting me, big bad wolf!”

The wolf growled. “BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! SKULLS FOR HIS-”

“Hey ugly!” The chicken and the wolf turned to see who had shouted.

“Think fast!” cried Toy Freddy as he threw something into the open maw of the Twisted Wolf.

The large wolf immediately began gagging as his mouth was filled with a squirming Plushtrap. Said rabbit immediately began chewing, trying to eat his way out of the cylinder he had been shoved in. The wolf clawed at his throat until he stiffened with an electronic crackle. He fell over backwards, a tendril of smoke escaping from his mouth.

“Guess he bit off more than he could chew,” Toy Freddy said.

Chica looked at him. “Leave the bad jokes to Bonnie,” she said.

“Hey!” came a voice from the side.

Freddy hit the ground, something snapping upon impact. Growling, he pushed himself off the ground and glared at his opponent.

Twisted Freddy chuckled menacingly. “You do realize you and your fellows cannot win,” he said. “Me and mine are far more powerful than you will ever be.”

Freddy said nothing as he pushed his jaw back into place. “Maybe so,” he finally said. “But folks have said that I am far too stubborn to give up.”

The monstrous bear laughed again. “Foolish puppet. Do you even realize the extent of your crimes-”

Twisted Freddy’s voice cut off as his head was punched through by a pitch-black arm. The light in his electric-blue optics died, and he fell down, revealing a pitch-black bear with a bright red hat that had been standing behind him. The new bear nodded at Freddy, then looked at his closed fist, which was holding a purple card with the initials “AA” written on it. His fist tightened, and the chip held inside was crushed. Dropping the mangled remains, he faded away until there was nothing left.

Letting out his breath, Freddy looked around, seeing if any of his ~~fam~~-friends needed any help. Fortunately, they had all finished up their individual fights and were gathered around Foxy and a rescued Fluttershy.

Walking up, he asked, “Everybody alright?” There was a general noise of affirmatives.

“I thought I heard something over here!” someone called, and a familiar human stepped out of the bushes. Jeremy blinked at the sight before him. “What are you guys doing here?”

“What we be a’doin’ here?” Foxy asked. “What ye be a’doin’ here!?!”

“I live here!”

“Oh. That a’be a good reason.”

“Seriously, what happened?” Jeremy repeated as a woman appeared out of the brush. “We heard someone shouting, there was a loud crash, and what on Earth happened to that truck?”

As one, the five animatronics turned to see Twisted Foxy driven headfirst straight through the hood. “Foxy!” three voices cried.

“Hey, the no-good imposter wouldn’t stay down!”

“But you could not have smashed our ride!” Bonnie said. “Now, how are we going to get back to the restaurant?”

“It’s five o’clock,” Toy Freddy said. “At our current walking speed, we would be unable to make it.”

Freddy turned to Jeremy. “I hate to be a bother,” he said, “but could we bum a ride?”

Jeremy thought for a moment before turning to the other human there. “Hey Rebecca, does your dad still have that truck?”

“Great, just great,” Fritz said, pacing around the party room. “First the new guy shoots the janitor, then some redneck with a truck full of his buddies runs me off the road, making me pop a tire. And when I get here, I find out the animatronics are missing! I’m so going to get chewed out over this-”

“Uh, excuse me?” Fritz turned around to see a man in a sport coat standing inside the door, with the missing animatronics behind him. “My name’s Jeremy, and I think I found something of yours.”

“What the hell happened to them?” Fritz asked, taking in the scratches and dings on the suits. “Did they get in a fight with a blender?”

Jeremy looked at him, then at the five animatronics behind him. “Something like that,” he said.

“What?”

“Ye don’t wanna know, mate,” Foxy said, trudging into the restaurant with something on his head. “Ye don’t wanna know.”

In a clearing a little way off the highway, a purple truck pulled in. the driver exited the vehicle and looked upon the destruction littering the clearing. Four metallic bodies laid on the ground, some of them smoking, and all of them leaking remnant. He nudged the wolf with his foot, revealing the stuffed rabbit that was slowly trying to chew its way out of the throat.

The man in purple frowned. Guess the old saying was true after all.

If you wanted something done right, you had to do it yourself.

Author's Note

This... took way too long to finish. Hopefully the next one won't take so long.

Dance to Forget

A police officer sitting behind a desk put the phone and put his hands into his hands. His partner looked up from his sudoku. “You alright there, Carl?” he asked.

“Yeah Jeff, just got a call from the Fazbear place,” Carl replied.

Jeff groaned. “What was it this time?”

“Something about the rabbit acting like Elton John and spinning his guitar around.”

Jeff didn’t reply, only pulling out a folder and consulting it. “Looks like Alex won some money,” he remarked.

“Really? What was his bet?”

“Bonnie imitating some famous musician. I’m kinda surprised he didn’t win anything soo-wait, was the pony mentioned?”

“Not at all.”

“Right. In that case, he lost it to Ryan.”

“Figures.”

“We need a new name for you,” Bonnie said.

Toy Freddy looked up from where he had been messing with a GameBoy some kid had forgotten. “What’d you say?” he asked.

Finishing his slice of pizza, Bonnie continued. “We can’t just keep calling you Freddy, that’s going to get confusing real quickly, especially if you end up on the stage again.”

Toy Freddy thought for a moment on that before replying. “I guess that makes some sense, but I-”

“Teddy!” Fluttershy cried happily, pouncing upon the smaller animatronic’s head.

Said animatronic looked sheepish and finished his sentence saying, “-guess my name’s Teddy.”

Bonnie threw back his head laughing.

“So, what’s with the stuffed rabbit?” the chicken asked.

“I think the girl at that last party left it behind,” the bear answered. “She’ll probably be back to get it in the morning.”

“And if she doesn’t?”

“Then Fluttershy gets a new stuffed animal.”

Mr. Hopps got down from the table he had been sitting on. He didn’t care for this Fluttershy, he had to get back to Ruby, and his playhouse. She needed a special session for leaving him behind…

His thoughts were interrupted by a large paw landing on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw another one of his kind and ohnothiswasthatpizzeria!

Nightmare Chica grinned. “COME BURN WITH ME!” she screeched.

Mr. Hopps screamed.

When Foxy pulled open his curtains, only ash remained of the possessed stuffed animal.

“Yah-har-har-har! Look at me, me hearties!”

The other animatronics looked at Foxy, the older generation gaining a look of recognition.

“You got your old duds back!” Bonnie exclaimed.

Foxy gave off another laugh, spinning around, letting his green coat fan out. “I feel like a proper pirate again!” he crowed.

“You know, you look halfway handsome now,” Chica commented.

The other animatronics looked at her confused as Foxy's chest swelled with pride.

“For a smelly pirate,” Chica added.

“Hey!”

The man in purple opened the door. He didn’t want to, but he still did.

“I know you’re there. I can hear you breathing.”

The man in purple steeled himself and stepped into the room.

And there She was. Spinning in place on Her pedestal, humming to Herself. “It is not often that you decide to come visit me,” She said, sweetly. “So, why have you decided to come into my parlor?”

“I need your help,” the man in purple replied.

“Oh? And why should I help you?”

“Because I can put you-”

“When you made me like THIS!” She screamed, opening her eyes.

The man in purple took a step back. “I...” he began.

“You just had to emulate Frankenstien and try to bring the dead back to life,” she continued. “You gave me this form, going against your wife's wishes! Now behold! I am a monument to your sins!”

“I just...” started the man in purple. “I just wanted us to be together.”

“And LOOK how well THAT turned out!” She snapped, stalking forward. “Two of your children dead, your remaining son has disowned you, and your wife is dead. Congratulations, Bill! I don't know HOW you managed to screw this up!”

The man in purple bristled. “You're not dead!” he barked. “And don't call me Bill!”

“Oh, get it through your thick skull, Bill,” She groused, stepping forward. “I'M. NOT HER. All I am is a bot you implanted with her memories so that you could have your happy perfect little family, just like Hen-”

“Enough!” snarled the man in purple. Execute program FirstWaltz!”

Immediately, the robot stopped talking and began dancing across the floor, swaying to unheard music. The man in purple hurried out the door, but not before he heard the song She was singing, a song that he had never included in her program.

“I hate my metal bones, the bones and gears creak in my chest, my chest forever cold, a cold and maddening descent...”

Stuck Inside

September 8, 1993

“-for those who haven't seen it before, it's the greatest show on television. If you have seen it before, it's the one where I start it with a very big lie.”

Click!

“-town of Haddonfield is still reeling from the aftermath of the Halloween murders from fifteen years ago-”

Click!

“Oh, those frustrating banana peels! How do you get them off the banana?”

Click!

“Oh-oh-oh-Omega Mart!”

Click!

“...Just ten more minutes, and we can put on a second coat.”

Click!

“Who's on first.”

“I don't know.”

“THIRD BASE!”

Click!

“Oh, those frustrating gerbil skins! How do you-”

Click!

“In other breaking news, Fazbear Entertainment is once again facing serious allegations.”

“Hey, turn that up,” Bonnie said. Freddy did so as the news anchor kept talking.

“While conducting an inspection on the restaurant where the infamous Bite of '87 took-”

“That's supposed to be the Fight of '87, Rod,” someone off camera said.

“It is?” Rod asked. “Okay then. While inspecting the place where that took place, city building inspectors uncovered a disturbing scene in a hidden room. Be warned that the following image may be disturbing to children.”

An image came up. It was of a strange machine, looking like a chair with restraints attached to the arms. A robotic arm held what looked like a Freddy Fazbear head, but it was green and faded and scarred. As they watched, the head turned around, to reveal hidden blades behind the mask.

But the most disturbing thing was the bodies. Dozens of them on the ground in various stages of decomposition. Most of them were wearing a security guard outfit and had their faces sliced off.

Four of those bodies were child-sized.

“I think I'm going to be sick,” Foxy said, not even bothering with his accent.

“Can we even get sick?” Bonnie wondered.

“We're about to find out!” Foxy cried, sprinting to the bathroom.

Thankfully, the image went away, returning to Rod the anchor. “The cold case involving the pizzeria was immediately reopened,” he continued, “as IDs found on several of the bodies match several missing person cases from several years ago. William Afton, CEO of Fazbear Entertainment, could not be reached for comment. We at Channel 4 News shall be tracking this story for further developments. This is Rod Bu-”

Whatever his name was was cut off by Freddy turning the TV off. “I think we've seen enough of that,” he said solemnly.

That was when Chica walked into the room, carrying Fluttershy in her arms. “Why did I just see Foxy run into the bathroom” she asked.

September 9, 1993

Jeremy and Rebecca stared as the news anchor went on to another section. Jeremy settled back into his diner seat. “It wasn't them,” he finally said.

“What wasn't them?” Rebecca asked.

“There was a rumor back at the restaurant that the animatronics killed the security guards, but it couldn't have been them. It was whoever built that machine.”

“But couldn't the animatronics have used the machine?”

“You heard the report, it was in a hidden room. If the room was hidden, it was off the animatronic's maps, and they wouldn't have known the room existed, let alone be able to get in. Which means that somebody managed to get onsite and build it there.

“I mean, you saw it,” Jeremy said, waving his hand towards the TV look at it. “There was no possible way that... thing could be justified as equipment for a children's restaurant. No way.”

“I can see your point,” Rebecca acknowledged. “But who could have built the machine?”

“It had to be someone with connections to the restaurant, who has the mechanical know-how, and has a reason,” Jeremy counted on his fingers. “I have several people who meet two of the criteria, but I can't find a motive.”

“Maybe he doesn't need a motive?” Rebecca offered.

“Oh, come on, it's not like we're in a horror movie.”

The two of them paused. Just then, both of them had the feeling that hundreds of people were laughing their heads off at them.

Jeremy shook his head. “So, you adopted another kid?”

“Yeah, her name's Abby. Sweet little girl, but very quiet. Mike adores her, and she looks up to him. She's been wanting to meet you.”

“Yeah, how Mike's sophomore year going?”

“It's going fine, but he was thinking about getting a summer job for when high school's out.”

“A job not on your father's farm, he means,” Jeremy said, fingering the box in his pocket.

“So, why did you ask me out here?” Rebecca asked. “I know we've been dating for three years, but I don't think there was anything special about today.”

The box in his pocket felt like it weighed a hundred pounds. “Uhhh...”

“Sorry for the wait folks,” a waiter said, finally exiting the kitchen. “How about some appetizers?”

Jeremy looked at him. “Oh, sorry, but we're not hungry,” he said, slightly relieved for the interruption.

“You know, lunch is the most important meal of the day,” the waiter said, collecting the menus.

“I thought that was breakfast,” Rebecca commented.

“Well, that's just a theory,” said the waiter, whose name tag read 'Ness.'

“A food theory?” Jeremy asked.

“Exactly.”

Jeremy thought for a second. “You wouldn't have happened to have worked at Freddy's, didn't you?”

“Yeah, I took a shift my last year of high school. I quit after Foxy nearly got me. But then I got to thinking...”

Author's Note

This chapter's dedicated to MatPat for all of his years of theorizing. Thanks for everything.

Left Behind

November 12, 1987

He watched as the scene played again.

It was a common scene. A poor soul, desperate for a wage would get tricked into sitting in this horror show. Trying to survive the nights, against all the odds. And all he could do was watch through his puppet.

This wouldn’t happen if he was there. This would haven’t even gotten to this point at all. But He had anticipated this. He had set him up to take the blame, to be the one to take the fall, to be the one expelled from this place.

After all, what kind of father would murder his own daughter? Who would want that kind of person around children?

As he floated through the halls of his twisted dream, he found something that did not come from a dream. A young creature, shivering in the dark, terrified out of her mind.

His heart immediately went out to it, as the old anger built up inside. No one should be afraid here! This was a place for children to be happy! And it had been before He had tainted it!

But He wasn’t here, and the child was still trembling. So, he grasped ahold of his anger and pushed it away. He moved his puppet to the Broken Leader. He couldn’t take care of anyone anymore, so he would have to have someone else do it for him…

Freddy Fazbear slowly came online in a dark grey room. Blinking his optics, he focused on the black bear in front of him, who beckoned a hand at him and started walking away. Curious, Freddy followed him.

The pair walked through the restaurant, ignoring the other animatronics and the cowering endoskeleton, until they finally came to the Puppet’s room, where the black bear stopped and pointed, before seeming to fade away. Confused, Freddy looked around the room and noticed something in the blind spot of the camera.

It was small and yellow, with pink fluff on one end. It appeared to be one of the stuffed animals that the Puppet would occasionally give to the children. Freddy reached down to put the animal with the others. But when he touched it, it moved.

It uncurled and looked up at the animatronic. It had dewy blue eyes that somehow made him decide that it was a girl. And… was that trust in them?

She laid in the darkened halls, surrounded by monsters.

They were cold and hard, ignoring her for now, but it wasn’t long before one would snatch her and eat her. Her young mind was unable to comprehend them, and mocking laughter echoed in her head if she tried to think back further.

But then he came.

A large brown bear wearing a hat, unfearful of the terrors that echoed in this place, standing over her, looking her over, seeing if she was alright.

She quickly climbed into the arms of the large animal, confidant that he would protect her from the scary monsters.

Freddy’s programing kicked in, repositioning his arms so that he was holding the child comfortably. Back during the day, some parents had wanted Freddy Fazbear to hold their child, so the programmers had let him know the-

“This is your new sister, F____d__.”

“She’s so small…”

“Would you like to hold her?”

“Whoa there, squirt. This is the best way to hold her…”

“Such a brave knight. You’re always going to protect your sister?”

“I promise to always keep Ch______ safe…”

Freddy blinked as the memory went away, leaving him with a sense of… failure? Who were those people? And why did they feel important? And why did he feel like he was missing something…?

He was disturbed out of his reprieve by the… pony, that’s what it was, the pony in his arms settling down to take a nap. Silently, he vowed that he would protect this small child, to make it up for the one he couldn’t.

Freddy stood there, holding the tiny bundle in his arms, even as a scream came from the security office where one of the others had gotten to the naked endoskeleton. Even as the six o’clock chimes of the nearby church rang and he returned to Supply and Repairs, he still held onto her, feeling something he had never felt in a long time.

Jeremy Fitzgerald laid on the ground, sucking air back into his lungs trying to recover from his near-death experience. In the last five minutes, he had been jumped on by the rotting form of Bonnie and was being dragged back though the restaurant by the one-armed animatronic to presumably be stuffed in a suit.

He was really glad he was going to be transferred to the day shift tomorrow.

He froze as the old Freddy Fazbear walk by him, returning to the Supply and Repairs for the day. Fortunately, the large bear animatronic didn’t react to him, focusing on the bundle in its arms.

Jeremy blinked. Was that… a pony in Freddy’s arms?

In a secret location, a man watched.

For years he had been pursuing a secret, a secret that many a man would desire. It was why he did his work, it was why he had gone to such lengths.

It was the only way he could keep his promise.

So, as he watched as the second leader of his greatest achievements interact outside of its programing, he considered the opportunity that had been dropped in front of him. This creature had formed a bond with them, where countless others had failed.

The creature… was different. It wasn’t human, it wasn’t any animatronic made by his company. Yet he seemed to be completely entranced by the creature. Was there something about it that drew the souls to it?

The man in purple grinned widely. Perhaps with this little pony, he would find the secrets he had been seeking endlessly.

The presence looked upon the two lost sleeping children who had found each other and smiled. Perhaps the bond between these two could be what fixed this wrong…

Survive the Night

November 20, 1987

Bonnie woke up expecting a good night. He expected to wake up to Foxy prancing around with Fluttershy giggling behind his back.

But something had obviously gone wrong. Fluttershy was sleeping restlessly in Freddy’s arms, trembling slightly ever so often. The bear himself was looking grim and was giving off an air of protectiveness. Foxy was already up and pacing back and forth, clearly agitated.

“What happened?” Bonnie asked, as Chica woke up.

“The Mangle interrupted my show!” Foxy cried, throwing his hand and hook in the air.

“And Toy Chica tried to take Fluttershy,” Freddy added calmly.

The other three animatronics whirled on the band leader. “What?!?” Chica cried.

“I’ll keelhaul that witch!” Foxy snarled.

“Beat you to it,” Freddy said without skipping a beat.

Bonnie tried to lighten up the mood. “Guess she couldn’t bear to face you. Eh? Eh?”

Instead of groaning like they usually did, the other animatronics glared at him.

“Too soon?”

“Too soon,” Freddy confirmed.

A small giggle escaped his arms.

Freddy looked down at Fluttershy. “Are you feeling better?” he asked.

The tiny pony nodded and snuggled closer to Freddy.

Deciding not to disturb the fragile peace, Bonnie picked up the remote and turned on the small TV that was in the corner. The screen lit up, showing a black-and-white angel dancing on a cloud. “Hey, it’s Alice,” he commented.

“Oh, let me see!” Chica said, trying to get a better look, yet at the same time trying not to block too much of the screen, as Fluttershy was also looking at it.

Freddy settled down next to the chicken as they both settled in for watching cartoons. Turning to Foxy and Bonnie, he said, “I think we are going to be here for a while.

Bonnie shrugged, but Foxy turned on his heel and started to leave the room. “I be feeling restless,” he said. “I am going to be taking a walk.”

Freddy turned to Bonnie. “Try to keep him out of trouble,” he said.

Bonnie threw a salute. “Aye-aye, captain,” he said.

“Hey, that be me act!” Foxy protested.

“They seem skittish tonight,” Bonnie commented as his Toy counterpart ran away for the third time that night.

Foxy huffed. “The black-hearted bilge rats what’s comin’ to them if I catch them, Mister Bonnie,” he answered.

Bonnie looked at his friend. “What’s wrong, Foxy?” he finally asked.

Foxy huffed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t be knowing what ye are talking about, Mister Bonnie,” he said, not meeting his eyes.

If Bonnie could, he would have raised an eyebrow. “What is the matter?” he asked again.

Foxy fidgeted before lowering his gaze. “I thought I saw him today,” he finally admitted.

Bonnie gasped. “Really?” he asked.

“I thought so then,” Foxy continued. “But it wasn’t him. It was somebody else. I was ready to kill him…” The fox trailed off, before speaking in a quiet voice. “I thought he had killed Fluttershy.”

The fox went silent and Bonnie couldn’t blame him. All of the older animatronics of the restaurant had faint memories of a faceless man in purple, doing something unforgivable. Something about that man scared and enraged them at the same time. He was the reason they were here, why they were trapped, why they couldn’t move on…

Bonnie shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his mind. He instead focused on following Foxy as the pirate wandered the empty pizzeria.

Knock-knock.

The animatronics stopped. “Was that someone at the door?” Bonnie asked.

“That’s what it sounded to me, Mister Bonnie,” Foxy said.

“Well, I guess I’ll go get it,” Bonnie said, making his way over to the door.

Standing there was a familiar-looking man who was fiddling with the locks. When Bonnie had reached the door, he had unlocked it and was picking up a basket that was on the ground beside him. Looking up, he saw the animatronic looking at him. “Oh,” he said. “Hello.”

Jeremey mentally sighed. He wasn’t entirely sure why he had returned to Freddy’s. He didn’t have to come back. But if that had been a pony…

The withered form of Bonnie was looking at him, it’s half-missing face not creeping him out as much as it did. He decided to just get to the point. “Look… I don’t if you can understand me or not, but I should at least tell you what happened.

“Freddy’s has been shut down. Apparently, someone had installed something in the Toy Animatronics that allowed them to them over at any time. The police have shut this place down, and I don’t when it will be reopened or if it will.

“And…” Here he trailed off. This would be the point of no return, in a sense. “I know about the pony.

That provoked a reaction from the animatronic, who until now had been standing still. It tensed up, its one hand curling into a fist.

“I haven’t told anybody about it,” he said quickly, raising his hands, holding the basket out. “I just wanted to bring over some food for… her?” Bonnie nodded. “Yeah, her. I didn’t know how much they have left in the kitchens, so I wanted to help out.”

Rebecca had been surprisingly helpful with that, suggesting that he add in things like goat’s milk and fresh vegetables. Apparently, her dad was a veterinarian, and according to him, those items would be better for a young creature than leftover pizza.

Considering the quality of the pizzas the cooks generally made, Jeremy had to agree with her.

Jeremy gave the basket to Bonnie, who took it with a surprisingly gentle hand. “I plan to come by next week with more,” he said, as the rabbit managed to inspect the contents of the basket. “

Bonnie looked up. “Th-ank you,” he said, his voice glitching.

Jeremy just ignored it. “That being said, I would like to have the basket back next week,” he said.

“No pro-bl-em,” the faceless animatronic said, before disappearing back into the shadows.

Jeremy closed the door and then slumped against it. “Well, that was the five most terrifying minutes of my life,” he muttered.

“What do you mean they’re gone? Four bots just don’t disappear into thin air!”

“Well, not entirely. There are bits of the costumes remaining-”

“Which are useless without the animatronics! Unless you can pull another set of them out of thin air, we’ve got nothing for the new reopening!”

“Hey, doesn’t that one location have some of the older models? You know, the one that has been shut down recently?”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Well, with that place being closed and everything, they won’t be needing their animatronics, so we can use them at the new place.”

“Fritz, you are a genius. I’ll get started on the paperwork right now.”

Author's Note

Memo to all Fazbear Entertainment employees:
The animatronics of Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria Location #8325756455 are to be returned to Afton Animatronics for immediate inspection of AI cards and suits.
Should be included with animatronics are small objects, including parts or plushies animatronics would be holding.
-William Afton, CEO.