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@fredbearxfazbear-blog
fredbearxfazbear has came to the attraction.
“…уσυ'яє ησт αηу σƒ тнє ƒяє∂∂уѕ ι кησω…“
Fredbear would look towards Balloon Boy with a growl, his dark eyes fixing upon the child animatronic before he opened his fang filled maul. “No...I’m not o-one of your cuddly teddy friends. I’m the bear everyone should h-have loved...but...of course...that’s...nothing m-more than a wish now.” The old bear would say the last bit while looking away from the phantom animatronic.
The pizzeria during the day is nothing like how it is during the night. During the day people cheer, laugh, and play. But during the night there is nothing but darkness and silence.
Things lurked within the darkness, things that would unnerve even the bravest of souls. Horrific beings…
A new guard, going by the name Kota, an anthropomorphic purple deer, who stands 5′6. He has been working for day and night shifts. Well, this is his first night shift. And he wasn’t happy about it either. Kota sat in the office chair, picking up a tablet, looking at it. “This has all cameras on them…hmmm….I see…Alright, so I have to watch the animatronics….Pretty simple…right? I think so..” He spoke to himself. “And, if they get close…just…shut the door? Heh..yeah…this should be easy…Hopefully.” He began humming, as he did what he was supposed to. Except he listened to some music as he did the job. never leves home without his iPod.
The animatronic was not alone. A wolf animatronic, in the back in a storage room, roamed around the Pizzeria as well. He didn’t look so good in shape. He was missing an eye, his jaw was hanging on only a few wires. With any more strain, it would just fall off. His whole right hand was gone, as if it was torn off. For his left hand, it was intact, except two fingers were missing. He made buzzing noises, which mostly came from his voice box. It was so old, everything he said, was very glitchy, or just was practically not understandable to what he tries to say. Dakota hobbled out of the storage area, shaking, jittering, like he’ll fall apart instantly.
He would look towards the wolf animatronic, his head tilting to the side as he watched the poor thing struggle to walk. Even as old as he was, Fredbear was still able to walk properly. He couldn’t help but shake his head at the sorry sight before he looked up towards the cameras with a growl.
They did this to him.
He hated how the staff treated the animatronics here. He worked so hard to please him...and how do they repay him? By throwing him in the back room and replacing him with a “cute and cuddly teddy bear”. How pathetic...how...aggravating. Oh how he could just tear every single one of them to shreds.
He might as well start with the miserable guard.
Heavy metallic foot steps echo through out the halls as the old bear made his way towards the office. One glance at him could easily tell someone that he was not one of the others. Oh no...he was defiantly...different.
What Lurks In The Darkness
The old bear’s head was lowered for a moment before his dark eyes shifted towards the sound of footsteps coming near the old room that was once the backroom. He would let out a growl, only managing to let out a low one, hoping to catch the attention of whoever was out there.
He could feel one of the little Freddy’s moving about, the little mechanical plush poking it’s head out of one of the holes in his side, it’s pin-prick white eyes observing the area before looking up towards the old bear.
The old bear shifted his eyes to the little Freddy before shifting his eyes towards the currently closed steel door “Get..help..” Fredbear would say this, struggling to speak.
The little Freddy would look towards the door before looking towards the old bear and nodding, crawling out and landing on it’s little paws. It scurried towards the door, letting out a small, high pitched growl and jumping up, clinging on the door handle and pulling it down, allowing the door to creak open very slowly and very loudly.
His attention attracted by the door creaking, his head turned towards the area with the open door, curious white eyes blinking. Why was there… Why was there a little Freddy on the door? It made little sense to the golden animatronic, who opted to step towards the door, and, by extension, the little Freddy on it.
“He-h-hello,” he said to the smaller Freddy, “Ha-have you s-s-seen an animatronic w-w-with heads on h-him? A-a-and if you ha-have, where is he?” he interrogated the poor thing; it must’ve just wanted attention, and he was here interrogating it on a matter it probably didn’t know anything about.
Saddening in his opinion, to be degraded this much. As he waited for a reply, he peered into the darkness beyond the door frame, becoming curious on what was in there.
The little Freddy hung by the handle, pin-prick white dots looking up at the golden rabbit as it lets out a high pitched, almost barking sound before struggling to point towards the inside of the room. “Help.” The little Freddy would say in a hissing, high pitched voice.
It jumped down from the door handle and made a little growling yelp as it jumped a little. “Help, papa.” The little Freddy said this as it pointed towards the inside of the room.
When the golden rabbit looked in, he could see the clawed foot of a tattered animatronic. A low, forced growl coming from the shadowed figure. The little Freddy would run into the room, running on all fours before letting out a growling bark-like call.
The Shadows Move
Fredbear…a animatronic who has been around within the Fazbear family for decades. He was the original Freddy, the main mascot of Fredbear’s Diner. There was a time when he would sing to the people and entertain them, allowing people to have a wonderful time in this land of enchantment.
But things don’t always stay the same….
They don’t always turn out how people would think.
For one day he was visited by a man who never saw before. Ever since that day, he’s been aggressive…wishing to harm the staff who got to close. This caused them to put him offline and using a newer version called Freddy.
Years later he was turned into a springlock suit, the staff thought this would fix their situation with the animatronic bear, but…it turned out that anyone who got inside…never came back out. At least…not completely together anyway.
With the third employee meeting a horrible fate by this suit, they placed him in the backroom, leaving him to rot while the rest of the building was remodeled.
They tried to hide their mistakes behind new toys and a new look.
They started to make plans for the old animatronic once again, since he was iconic to the whole franchise. Of course the plans are still in works…
They haven’t reactivated him…
But…someone else did…as it would seem.
Now the old bear roams, hiding the shadows, watching the people in the pizzeria. A few kids would come up to him, expecting him to be Freddy. Some gasped and ran off when they saw how he looked. But a few were fascinated by him, and few even spoke to him. Of course he didn’t speak, he just stared at them more often or not.
Most of the employees didn’t notice the old bear roaming around.
But…that doesn’t mean others didn’t notice.
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There were rumors within that pizzeria; rumors that traced back to before the children inhabiting the animatronics suits even had their lives snuffed out. Those rumors spoke of animatronics other than the ‘Fazbear four’ existing within that establishment. Some of the rumors had already proven themselves true with the main mascot’s golden doppelganger as well as the cutesy puppet character being possessed just like everyone else…but some questions remained unanswered.
The rumors never died however. Employees came and went and every so often came the rumor…there were more animatronics than the management was willing to show. Even as the pizzeria would close and reopen with brand new animatronics, the word never ceased…something was within this pizzeria; something that even they couldn’t see.
It was against the rules for the animatronics to wander too far during the day; thanks to the malfunction of an animatronic and the grisly scene that had become known as the 'Bite of '87’. She merely stood on stage, singing along with the bear and the bunny as the children cheered until…she stopped.
Violet eyes caught sight of something that didn’t belong in the pizzeria. It wasn’t the fearsome captain, it wasn’t the golden bear, it wasn’t the nice bear,…no, it was something that was more than wrong.
But all she could do was let the show go on. Even as she sang though, she would keep watching the strange animatronic…and hope it wouldn’t harm the children.
The old bear would turn his head, looking upon the stage and those who stood on it. His dark gaze would seem to focus upon Freddy himself, the ancient animatronic seeming to begin to glare at the brown bear.
Why was he allowed on stage?
Why was he allowed on his stage?
The old bear would let out a low growl before a child came up to him, looking up to him, slowly approaching him. The old bear would feel the touch of a small hand upon his fore arm, his dark gaze shifting, the old bear looking down upon the child grasping at him with a light growl. The child would look at him, her head tilting to the side before the old bear tilted his head back towards her. His dark eyes would gain a unnatural, black glow to them as his maul slowly opened.
“You look mean.”
The little girl said to the older bear as he narrowed his gaze a little.
What Lurks In The Darkness
So many years have passed since the pizzeria closed. How many was it again…oh yes.
Thirty…
Thirty long…dreadful years.
Thirty years of neglect.
Thirty years of loneliness.
This place was once a lovely land of enchantment. It was once a place that could entertain the world and bring joy to children. It was once a place where everyone could laugh and play. But…now this place is nothing more than a rat filled shell.
All because of that miserable man who started this whole mess…the whole world the old bear knew came tumbling down upon his very head.
The main trio were gone…made into mere displays from the few parts they could find.
But yet…he still remained.
The original Freddy if you will. Fredbear himself…though his condition could easily be told from his very tattered form, he is still here. But…he is not awake…
He laid within the backroom…as he always did when he was deemed too dangerous to keep around. But unlike the last times they placed him in the backroom, they managed to permanently shut him down.
At least to a point.
The old bear could see everything that happened. At least from the backroom.
He could hear everything…the noises of footsteps and screams being a common thing to hear.
He was…not in the best of moods. Of course in his current condition…there wasn’t anything he could truly do about it. He couldn’t talk properly. He couldn’t move. He could only move his eyes and ridgely move his head…but that is about it.
You see…they figured out how to shut him down…but when they did so they locked up nearly all of his servos by doing so. Thus…he was unable to move…and his voice box…it allowed him to speak…but his voice is low…and sounds like some sort of demonic being trying to convince mortals to do his bidding. But in reality he was simply asking for some help…perhaps someone to at least unlock his servos so he could roam like he used to.
But…it didn’t seem likely from his perspective…for he couldn’t even yell to catch anyone’s attention…if there was anyone here that is..
Springtrap hadn’t been that active that night, himself; what fun was there to have when the place was down for maintenance? At least, that’s what the first few attendees that morning were told. The golden bot never really found out what the real reason was; was it a lie?
He never saw any work going on around here, other than people bringing in a new bot. It…didn’t look golden to him, so he doubted it was his band-mate from decades past. Not that he really cared about the golden bear anymore. What struck him as odd, however, were the heads on the torso…had it been done before, he would’ve been able to place the figure and guess who it was, but he hadn’t known about this…thing until recently.
The night guard had been told not to come into work because of maintenance as well, so all Springtrap really had to do was to track down that nightmarish figure, one way or another. He had to know who it was, what it was doing here, and if it couldn’t move or talk… The thought reminded him of the limp bear from years ago, the same one he used for the murders. How he had hidden inside the limp spring-trap and let this happen.
Springtrap was testing all hallways, all the possible doorways, looking for hidden panels on the floor, looking for covered up hollowed out areas in the walls. They could’ve put the figure anywhere, and he was determined to release it from whatever stiff prison it had been benevolently laid down in.
The old bear’s head was lowered for a moment before his dark eyes shifted towards the sound of footsteps coming near the old room that was once the backroom. He would let out a growl, only managing to let out a low one, hoping to catch the attention of whoever was out there.
He could feel one of the little Freddy’s moving about, the little mechanical plush poking it’s head out of one of the holes in his side, it’s pin-prick white eyes observing the area before looking up towards the old bear.
The old bear shifted his eyes to the little Freddy before shifting his eyes towards the currently closed steel door “Get..help..” Fredbear would say this, struggling to speak.
The little Freddy would look towards the door before looking towards the old bear and nodding, crawling out and landing on it’s little paws. It scurried towards the door, letting out a small, high pitched growl and jumping up, clinging on the door handle and pulling it down, allowing the door to creak open very slowly and very loudly.
What Lurks In The Darkness
So many years have passed since the pizzeria closed. How many was it again...oh yes.
Thirty...
Thirty long...dreadful years.
Thirty years of neglect.
Thirty years of loneliness.
This place was once a lovely land of enchantment. It was once a place that could entertain the world and bring joy to children. It was once a place where everyone could laugh and play. But...now this place is nothing more than a rat filled shell.
All because of that miserable man who started this whole mess...the whole world the old bear knew came tumbling down upon his very head.
The main trio were gone...made into mere displays from the few parts they could find.
But yet...he still remained.
The original Freddy if you will. Fredbear himself...though his condition could easily be told from his very tattered form, he is still here. But...he is not awake...
He laid within the backroom...as he always did when he was deemed too dangerous to keep around. But unlike the last times they placed him in the backroom, they managed to permanently shut him down.
At least to a point.
The old bear could see everything that happened. At least from the backroom.
He could hear everything...the noises of footsteps and screams being a common thing to hear.
He was...not in the best of moods. Of course in his current condition...there wasn’t anything he could truly do about it. He couldn't talk properly. He couldn't move. He could only move his eyes and ridgely move his head...but that is about it.
You see...they figured out how to shut him down...but when they did so they locked up nearly all of his servos by doing so. Thus...he was unable to move...and his voice box...it allowed him to speak...but his voice is low...and sounds like some sort of demonic being trying to convince mortals to do his bidding. But in reality he was simply asking for some help...perhaps someone to at least unlock his servos so he could roam like he used to.
But...it didn't seem likely from his perspective...for he couldn't even yell to catch anyone’s attention...if there was anyone here that is..
More Than Just a Shell
How long must he stay here?
How long must he be forced to rot within the backroom?
How long must he suffer in silence...before they realize their mistake.
Perhaps they will never realize what happened. After all he was just a old bear, one of the first animatronics they made.
He was outdated...
He was ancient...
He was nothing more than just a old shell of a animatronic. He wasn’t meant to last forever, they should have seen this coming when the old bear started trying to harm the staff of Fredbear’s. But they quickly learned their lesson.
Though...they honestly thought that once he was shut off...he would stay off. But with this old animatronic, they can never tell what’s going to happen with him.
He moved once again, but he did not move very far going from just laying upon the ground to sitting and leaning upon the wall. He could feel his servos loosening, the old animatronic’s ears moving up and down as he tries to focus his mind, trying to get rid of the sensation of being dazed from being put offline for so long.
He would let out a growl, raising his hand ridgedly and gripping his forehead, his dark eyes seeming to focus upon the tiled floor at the moment.
With the sound of metal and growling...it could catch the attention of someone...especially if they’re close by..
The Nightmare
It was night time within the pizzeria, the lights dimly lighting the halls and rooms as the generator works on keeping everything running. There seemed to be nothing moving at the moment...but...if one were to look, they would notice that something was missing.
The display of Fredbear, the very display that always had a single, golden light shining upon it was empty, the ropes around the display seemed to have been ripped apart, as if someone tried to unhook it and failed and ended up just cutting the ropes.
Within the backroom, Fredbear lurked, observing the different heads of Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy upon the metal shelves. His tattered form was covered in shadows, this old bear’s silhouette looking like some sort of demonic being that crawled out from the depths of hell itself.
His dark eyes...it didn't allow him to be spotted as easily as the other animatronics, considering the others always had a shining light within their eyes during the night. It would make one think that he couldn't see very well. But it was quite the opposite. He could see very well within the darkness, having grown used to walking within shadows at this point in his life.
Fredbear picked up one of the heads of Freddy, looking into the lifeless blue eyes of said head. His thumbs moved towards the corners of the eye sockets before the old bear lets out a loud, angry snarl, pressing his thumbs into the eyes of the head and popping them out, the eye balls landing on the tiled floor and rolling across.
Fredbear watched the eye balls roll for a second before he growls and looks towards the head once more.
Those eye balls landed rather loudly..
Dark Display
The pizzeria during the day is nothing like how it is during the night. During the day people cheer, laugh, and play. But during the night there is nothing but darkness and silence.
Things lurked within the darkness, things that would unnerve even the bravest of souls. Horrific beings made out of metal and cloth...at least in the eyes of the night guards. To the day time guards these horrific beings were lovable animals. At least...most were.
There was one who seemed to always be aggressive...who would willingly harm a human who got too close. A old animatronic who’s been around since the very beginning of the Fazbear company. A bear who now stands by his lonesome on a display. Still...mostly intact despite the years of being thrown into the backroom and left to rot.
During the day, he stood upon the display. He was supposed to be mostly inactive, able to do simple greetings to show him off to the people who observe him. But...during the night...he was fully active. His normally dark eyes glowed with a bright white light in the center of his pupils.
He stood there for a while, his head lowered and his eyes close before his eyes snap open, the white light from his endoskeleton being able to be seen as his head raised up. A low growl rumbled from his fang filled muzzle as his jaws opened slightly, the old bear looking towards the light above his display and then towards the black pedestal he stood upon. He lets out another growl before he walked off of it, going towards the ropes and pulling them down, causing the entire line of blue cotton rope to fall, the golden metal pipes connected falling down with a clank. He watched the ropes for a moment before he lets out a snarl, walking away from his display and in the middle of the dining room.
The Shadows Move
Fredbear...a animatronic who has been around within the Fazbear family for decades. He was the original Freddy, the main mascot of Fredbear’s Diner. There was a time when he would sing to the people and entertain them, allowing people to have a wonderful time in this land of enchantment.
But things don’t always stay the same....
They don’t always turn out how people would think.
For one day he was visited by a man who never saw before. Ever since that day, he’s been aggressive...wishing to harm the staff who got to close. This caused them to put him offline and using a newer version called Freddy.
Years later he was turned into a springlock suit, the staff thought this would fix their situation with the animatronic bear, but...it turned out that anyone who got inside...never came back out. At least...not completely together anyway.
With the third employee meeting a horrible fate by this suit, they placed him in the backroom, leaving him to rot while the rest of the building was remodeled.
They tried to hide their mistakes behind new toys and a new look.
They started to make plans for the old animatronic once again, since he was iconic to the whole franchise. Of course the plans are still in works...
They haven’t reactivated him...
But...someone else did...as it would seem.
Now the old bear roams, hiding the shadows, watching the people in the pizzeria. A few kids would come up to him, expecting him to be Freddy. Some gasped and ran off when they saw how he looked. But a few were fascinated by him, and few even spoke to him. Of course he didn't speak, he just stared at them more often or not.
Most of the employees didn't notice the old bear roaming around.
But...that doesn't mean others didn't notice.
Hello little rabbit...how are things?
“They’re okay, Freddy… Could be better… I met two awesome Springtraps! However one didn’t really like me… I’ll keep trying my best ot be his friend though!
“Freddy? Hmph, I can see why you would think I’m that pathetic rip-off. But I can assure you...I am not that cute and cuddly teddy bear.” The old bear would say this with a low growl, his ears lowering a bit. This animatronic was old, one could tell just by looking at his tattered form. It makes one wonder how he even continues to function.
[[ That would be lovely if you could do that. ]]
Soooo...
[ Anyone want a starter or something? I’m kind of bored over here. ]
Hello little puppet.
“Hello…. Freddy?”
“I don’t care…” Frowning at them, “Just, leave or else, Fredbear.”
He snarls. “Or what? Puppet?”
“I’ll make you leave myself….”
“This is my home, you will not make me leave my home. Who are you to say who gets to go and who can stay. Your nothing but a puppet...tangled in your strings. You believe I’m a bad animatronic, but if it wasn't for me, this place would have never existed!” He says this while swiping his arm through the air, his clawed fingers on his right hand flexing as he growls.
Hello little puppet.
“Hello…. Freddy?”
“You….” She let out a hiss, “Why are you here?”
“This is the pizzeria, is it not? I’m meant to roam here. Your little friends aren’t the only ones who live here…who were beloved.” He says this with a growl, his jaw opening slightly to reveal rather sharp teeth.
“I don’t care…” Frowning at them, “Just, leave or else, Fredbear.”
He snarls. “Or what? Puppet?”
Hello little puppet.
“Hello…. Freddy?”
“…Freddy? Heh heh heh. Oh no. I’m not that pile of scrap metal. I am Fredbear, dear …silly puppet.”
“You….” She let out a hiss, “Why are you here?”
“This is the pizzeria, is it not? I’m meant to roam here. Your little friends aren't the only ones who live here...who were beloved.” He says this with a growl, his jaw opening slightly to reveal rather sharp teeth.
Hello little puppet.
“Hello…. Freddy?”
“...Freddy? Heh heh heh. Oh no. I’m not that pile of scrap metal. I am Fredbear, dear ...silly puppet.”
