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4. Let's Tell Each Other Secrets. I'm Gonna Go First. I Hate You.
tw; mentions of violence
You lean against the side of the box, a sigh escaping you. Your headache was leaving, a big plus considering you almost died, but you had a feeling another headache was just waiting to form. In other words, dealing with the quickly approaching animatronics. You expected Bonnie or anyone, honestly, to break down the door.
Mangle peeks over the box's edge, their eyes flicking up. You turn your head, chuckling at the sight. "Can you do that at will?"
"Uh-huh... I've never seen you laugh before." You watch as their ears flick again. "Can you do it too?"
"I wish, but no, I've got boring human ears. Yours are the cool ones."
"I like your ears too."
"Thanks."
A moment of peace was nice. You never really got those with this job. There was always something to be done. Cleaning, repairing, scolding, hiding in the Supply Closet as you wait for a self proclaimed hide-and-seek champion to find you. Yes, you were still being petty about that. Speaking of said champion...
"Lemme in!"
"I can't, in good conscience, let you in when you're being so aggressive."
"'E's got a point, lad."
"'S not 'bout havin' a point! Ma bes' friend's in there!"
"Would you calm down for a moment? I'll let you in once I know you're not going to attack Mangle or anyone else."
"It was deserved!"
Listening to the bickering from inside the room was really getting to you. Enough was enough. With a sigh, you stand, hissing at the small pain in your lower back.
"Do you want me to come too?" Mangle peeks their head out again, an almost hesitant expression on their face.
"It's fine. You stay here, and uh..." You glance around before landing on an empty page. "Draw me something, yeah?" You snatch the paper and a nearby crayon and hand them over to Mangle. "Anything's cool."
You hurry off without another word, pushing the door of the room open and revealing yourself to the outside crowd.
"Sugar!"
"Hey--" The life is practically squeezed out of you as soon as Bonnie reaches you. "Bonnie, my back... Careful," you mutter, trying to pry yourself out of his tight grip to no avail.
"Not yet!" He exclaims, squeezing you tighter. You look past Bonnie, trying to shoot a pleading expression to the other animatronics. Thankfully, Freddy notices your predicament and grabs Bonnie by his collar. You mumble a small thanks before fixing your uniform and badge.
"So, in case you couldn't tell, I'm fine," you say. "You guys can stop worrying, okay?"
"Super sure?"
"Yes, super sure."
"One hundred percent?"
"Yes, one hundred--"
"Two hundred--"
"Yes!" You sigh. "Yes, I'm two hundred percent sure. A thousand percent, if you don't believe me."
"But you fell from the ceiling? Isn't that going to hurt for a while?" Chica interjects with a raised eyebrow.
"Obviously, but it's nothing I can't handle. Plus, I didn't fall. It was accidental tumble. An accident, so no pointing fingers."
You hear Bonnie grumble under his breath about how it was all secretly premeditated to kill you off or something. What was with these animatronics? Seriously. You don't expect to be buddy-buddy, but at least, some common decency would be nice.
You feel a poke at your cheek, and you turn your gaze to Freddy. Spacing out. Right. You should really stop doing that.
"Sorry."
"What'cha thinkin' 'bout?" Bonnie cuts in, still hanging from Freddy's grasp. Did he just like being grabbed like a kitten?
"... Why do you guys hate each other?" Hate was a bit of a strong word, judging by the uncomfortable expressions shifting onto the animatronic's faces. Mangle got punched by someone, and you have a sneaking suspicion of who. "I get maybe some playful hating on each other, but you guys really seem to hate each other's guts."
"They know what they did!" Bonnie immediately retorts, crossing his arms.
"Right, but I don't. To me, it just kinda seems unjustified from both sides. Some of them can be a little... Full of themselves, but there's no reason to be so hostile."
"Ah, an answering session is what you're requesting?" Goldie pops in behind you, ever the sneaking champion, resting his hands on your shoulders.
"So you'll give me straight answers this time? No more avoiding my questions?" You narrow your eyes at him. It was a little suspicious, at least to you, how easily he gave in. He didn't even try to skirt around the topic this time.
"I would never avoid your questions, dear night guard. Now, I'll go round up the others. Meet me by the Show Stage." He squeezes your shoulder before disappearing into the nearby hallway. This guy...
"I suppose I'll inform Mangle. The rest of you should head to the main area," Marionette chimes in, waving you off as he disappears behind the door.
"I call sittin' next to the night guard!" Bonnie immediately exclaims, not bothering to hear any complaints as he rushes off.
Bonnie could not be any more subtle about his dislike if he tried. Mangle choosing to sit next to you probably didn't help. Now, you were stuck between the two of them. Great. Just the situation you wanted to be in.
"Now, I'm sure you are all wondering why we've gathered you," Goldie says from his spot on the Show Stage, clapping his hands to catch your attention. "Our wonderful night guard has a few questions for us. I'm sure it would be appreciated if we answered." He beckons you with his hand. A secret way out of your awkward position. You stand and make your way to the stage, standing next to Goldie.
"The stage is yours." Goldie pats your shoulder before jumping off the stage and finding a seat among the crowd.
"Uh..." Yeah, you did have questions for the group, but that didn't mean you were ready to ask at this very moment. You shake your head. This was your chance to ask the things that had been bothering you since you first stepped into this pizzeria. You'd start small, simple.
"So, why do you guys not like each other? A real answer, please. Not just 'they're ugly' or something like that."
The animatronics huddle into their separate groups, whispering to each other. Was the answer really that complicated? ... That was a dumb question. Nothing in this pizzeria was ever simple.
"They took pieces from us."
"They hurt us."
The two groups spoke up simultaneously, giving each other a glare right before they fall into an argument. You sigh. You should've really seen this coming.
You between the arguing animatronics, already feeling a headache forming. At least, some of them weren't fighting. The reasonable ones. Freddy, Foxy, Marionette. The others were like animals at each other's throats. Or you suppose a more accurate description would be watching kids fight over a swing. Less violent than you might think.
A sharp feedback noise cuts through the arguing as Marionette steps on stage, followed by Freddy. Was he making that noise?
"Settle down, all of you. Do you think the night guard enjoys watching you argue?" Marionette sighs. He pats Freddy's shoulder and signals him to rejoin the crowd. "Now, one of you, preferably whoever won't argue, speak up. Tell the night guard your side of the story."
Foxy raises his hand, standing as he does so.
"Foxy."
"Aye, that be me." Foxy rubs the back of his neck as he looks up at the stage. "Fer our side o' the story, the owner took parts from us to make them. We was not 'appy with it. We retaliated the only way we knew 'ow. We took parts aft."
"Our turn!" Tony stands almost immediately as Foxy finishes his explanation. "Yes, that all did happen, but that doesn't make it okay for them to take parts from us. They're incapable of sharing anything."
"Maybe if you guys asked nicely, we'd consider it," Chica retorts.
"Maybe if you guys even pretended to like us, we could get along."
There they go again. It really was surprising how easily arguments started between them.
"You're just mad the owner ended up liking us more!"
"Who ended up broken in the end?"
"You!"
"You!"
You really wish this whole hating thing could be solved with a simple fix. It would make your life so much easier. But the more you listen, the more you realize it isn't happening.
What could you even do? You doubt they'd be all friendly, if you asked them to. You weren't that influential in this place.
"You can't fix them," Marionette says from your side. "I don't believe they'll ever be friendly with one another. Trust me. I've tried."
"Then, do I just let them be at each other's throats forever? Seems like a sad way to spend your lives, especially since you guys are probably going to be here forever."
He sighs. "It is, but this grudge they have won't simply go away. It's years of anger, frustration, and abandonment. They need a friend. Someone like you. You have a chance to know them for who they are. No bias."
It always circles back to you, doesn't it? Seriously. "I wasn't planning on quitting any time soon. I'll see what I can do, but I won't make promises. I've got to juggle... Like eleven different people? That's including you, by the way."
"Do I seem like someone who needs a friend?" You can't tell if he took offense or is genuinely surprised by his inclusion. You could never tell with this guy.
"If Goldie is your only friend, yes. Absolutely. No offense, but he seems like the kinda guy to bring more trouble than fun."
"He most definitely is. I've known him for years, and I'm left to clean up his messes more often than not."
"Checks out."
"Dear me. My dearest friends talking about me behind my back. What has the world come to?" Speak of the devil.
"Aren't you supposed to be keeping the others from punching each other?"
Your obvious next step was to check out the kitchen. No, it wasn't because you were hungry... Okay, maybe a little bit. You smelled something from the kitchen and just had to check it out. As much as your stomach was guiding you, so was your brain. With one name found, you needed to ask the other two about their opinions. Hopefully, they would be more willing to help compared to someone. Not naming any names, but he knows who he is.
You peek your head into the kitchen, looking both ways and finding no one. Strange. Chica never really liked the idea of kitchen being unsupervised, especially with Bonnie being how he was. You'd thought at least her little cupcake would be patrolling around and biting anyone who got too close.
You take a step in and, after realizing your face was still intact, fully step inside. No crazed cupcake trying to eat your nose. Chica must've gotten stuck in the supply closet or something.
You lean against the counter, observing your surroundings. The kitchen looked mostly undisturbed, which only furthered your conclusion that Chica somehow got roped into a 'fun' game with Bonnie. As for the other Chica, you aren't sure. You only thought she might be in the kitchen because she was here last time. What if they both got roped into something?
No, you shake your head. Bonnie didn't like the new animatronics, so he wouldn't be willing to hang out with them. At least, that's what you're assuming.
"Hey!"
"Gah!" You stumble as a face pops into your vision, clutching the edge of the countertop to steady yourself. You take a deep breath before getting a good look at the person who decided to spook you.
"Hi! It's me again!" Mangle gives you a toothy grin as they hang from the ceiling. "Mangle!"
"Yeah, I remember. You sure like spooking people, huh?"
"A little bit!" Mangle sways from side to side before swinging forward. They do some strange form of acrobatics before landing on the floor with a 'ta-da'. They pat the spot next to them with a smile. You follow, not bothering to think about how gross the floor probably is.
"So what brings you to the kitchen?"
"I was following you!"
"Oh. Why?"
"Just 'cause."
"Okay..."
"..."
"..."
"Do you wanna do something fun?"
Your mind immediately floods with memories of what the other animatronics did for 'fun'. You weren't excited.
"Depends on what you consider fun."
This is definitely not as bad as you thought. Although, being princess carried while being swung around the pizzeria was not exactly your favorite experience.
"Is this what you do for fun?" You ask as Mangle swings to another wire hanging from the ceiling.
"Yup! Isn't this better than walking?"
"I don't know if I'd say that, but this is definitely faster than walking."
Mangle chuckles in response. "That's why it's better!"
You two swing around a bit, not many words being exchanged past a few directions being given. It was a nice, but, of course, you should know better than to expect any experience to go well.
As you reach the Show Stage, you see the Freddy trio discussing something important, you think. They looked pretty serious, but they always seemed to have that expression plastered on their faces with the exception of Toy Freddy.
You try to catch their attention with a wave. Goldie seems to catch your gesture, giving you a wave back before his gaze hardens. Strange.
You hear a glitched noise come from Mangle, redirecting your attention to them. Their eye twitches. Then, their mouth. Then, their head.
"Everything okay?" You try to ask before you feel a shock in your body. You blink, and another one hits. Then, you feel the arms holding you steady twitch and let you go.
You don't remember what happened when you made contact with the ground. If you even did. Your brain decided to shut down mid fall, after all.
You don't think you were hurt that badly. So why were you in some spooky void? This seems like a pretty lame afterlife.
You can move. That's a plus. You take a few steps forward into the dark space before something grabs you.
"Look at that."
"A new night guard?"
"Only took a year."
"Shocking."
"Is it?"
"Is it not?"
"Night guard."
"Listen to us."
"Leave."
"Some secrets are meant to be kept in the dark."
"We won't hurt you."
"Just don't look to the shadows."
"This is our eternal punishment."
"No place for a person such as yourself."
"Stay away--"
"He... cut...ting--"
"--lo...st cause--"
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"Hey, you're finally awake." You try to turn your head, only to find the white wall of a box staring back at you. You turn your head back, looking up to spot Marionette's face staring you down with more softness than you'd ever seen on it.
"How do you feel?" He asks, reaching in to help you sit up. As you do, you take in your surroundings. It looked like a prize room, well, more like corner. You see mostly empty shelves with the exception of a few toys and knickknacks.
"Y/N."
"Oh, sorry. I'm okay."
"Are you sure?"
"I think so. I mean, I kind of have a headache, but it's nothing I can't handle."
"The night guard is alright." He looks away from you, choosing to look to his side where you notice a pair of ears. You scoot closer to the edge of the box to peer over it, spotting Mangle attempting to peek in. When you catch their gaze, they immediately perk up and scoot closer.
"Hey."
"Hi."
You stare at each other for a good few moments before Marionette clears his throat, redirecting your attention.
"Mangle, would you tell the others the night guard woke up?"
Mangle nods hesitantly, grabbing onto the stray cables hanging to propel themselves onto the roof before exiting the area. You watch for a bit before your attention is brought back to Marionette.
"So... What happened?"
"You took quite the tumble. Thankfully, you were caught before you could sustain any injuries. I brought you here to rest. I hope you'll forgive Mangle for dropping you. They often glitch as a result of their broken state."
"It's not like they did it on purpose. I'm not going to hold a grudge, if that's what you're worried about."
"I know a few people who might, unfortunately. I hope you will knock some sense into them, if necessary."
"Why can't you?"
"Unfortunately, I am not their friend in the same way you are. We haven't been friendly for a very long time."
"Huh. Then, I'll see what I can do."
You hear a few cables swing before Mangle appears before you again, sporting a bruise on their cheek and what seems to be a scratch.
"I see they've received the message. You're free to rest, Mangle." To that, they practically flop into the box, giving you little time to move out. You climb out of the box to give them more space but decide to peer in to keep them company.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault."
"But I made you."
"Definitely not. We were having fun, and it was an accident."
"Do you still want to be friends?"
"Why wouldn't I want that?"
Mangle avoids your gaze, fiddling with the ends of their hair nervously. "Because they think that."
2. People Can Call Me Whatever They'd Like. They Can Even Call Me 'Toy Bonnie'... Never Call Me 'Toy Bonnie'
A meeting isn't the correct term for what is happening before your eyes. You were all seated in front of the Show Stage while Goldie and the guy who caught you earlier tried to calm down the crowd. You'd give the animatronics credit where credit was due. It started as a meeting before it devolved into a one sided shouting match between Bonnie and other Bonnie (who you really need to give a different name).
"I hate you!"
"Uh-huh."
"Gah! 'M gonna jump you, you stinky--"
"Bonnie, sit back down. You're making us look bad."
You watch as Chica and Foxy wrestle Bonnie back into his seat on the floor, where he continues to glare at other Bonnie. Hopefully, they could be civil to one another for a bit longer.
Goldie stands with a clear of his throat and welcoming smile. "Now, that we've calmed the crowd, I'd like to formally introduce our new friends--"
"Enemies!"
"Friends. We shouldn't hold such hostility towards each other. After all, we're all in the same boat, aren't we?"
"The boat better turn!"
"Anyway, let's get to know one another, yes? First, our favorite man behind the curtain. Mari', would you--?"
"Don't call me that."
"The name Marionette is too long, don't you think?"
"It is not."
"Yes, it is. The others agree with me. Isn't that right, everyone?" Goldie looks down at the small crowd as if he expected them to agree with him. You only see Bonnie nod his head. As for yourself, you can see some truth. Marionette was a little long, but who were you to judge people's names? "Ah, one vote of confidence. Thank you, Bonnie. Anyway, old friend, the floor is yours."
"I don't need an introduction. They know who I am," Marionette mutters, not taking a step forward. Goldie clasps his shoulder, pushing him towards the edge of the stage.
"That isn't entirely true. You're forgetting a new friend. Our beloved night guard," Goldie says, pointing you out in the crowd. "Go on, now. Say hello." You felt like you were watching a child being pushed by their parent to make friends. Although, you weren't sure if you'd ever give Goldie the 'parent' status in your mind.
"Is this really necessary?"
"Absolutely. Don't you remember how to be kind and welcoming? Big smile!"
The look Marionette gives Goldie is the same one you've seen Bonnie give other Bonnie. Despise with a mix of cringe. Although, his is more subtle and includes less yelling.
With a grumble under his breath, he turns to you. While you can't see exactly where he's looking, you can definitely feel him staring into your soul. Reminds you of your first day.
"Hello," he says simply before turning away. Goldie gives him a thumbs up to which he smacks away. With that introduction out of the way, Goldie turns his attention to you. Great.
"Now, why don't we have our lovely night guard do the same? Come up, would you? I'm sure the new animatronics are dying to know more about you."
You doubt that, but you'd rather avoid getting the same treatment as Marionette. You stand up, walking over and climbing onto the stage without a word.
"Uh--"
"Doin' great! Ma best friend, guys!"
At least you could count on Bonnie to be your hype man. Although, the glare he gives the other animatronics after saying 'best friend' gives away his true intentions.
"Anyways, hi. I'm the night guard. Nice to meet you guys. Uh, I think that's all. Thank you?" You quietly make your way off stage before Goldie thinks about making you play twenty questions with the new animatronics.
"As for the others, let's quickly introduce them." Oh, so only you and Marionette have to introduce yourselves in front of the others. You're sensing some unfairness.
"We have Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Mangle, and B.B.," Goldie lists off, pointing to each of the new animatronics. "Ah, we should think up of some nicknames for you three. Unless you'd like it if we called you Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica." He's pulling out the full government name card now. Thank goodness he doesn't know yours.
"I'd prefer if we didn't," Other Freddy says, "I'd rather have an actual name."
"Yeah, me too!"
"Doesn't matter to me."
"I see. Shall we take name suggestions?" Goldie glances between the two groups of animatronics. Bonnie's the first to raise his hand.
"Yes, Bonnie?"
"Stinkin' jerk!"
"Okay, interesting choice, but I'll have to say no. Any other ideas?" Bonnie shoots his hand up again. "Is this a serious suggestion, Bonnie?" His hand goes down. "Would anyone else like to share?" Crickets.
"I suppose we'll need more time. If any names come up, please do tell us," Goldie says before clapping his hands. "Alright, meeting adjourned. Now, off you go, friends."
You were hoping you'd finally get a chance to chat with your buds once the supposed meeting was over, but it seemed fate, by which you mean Goldie, had other plans. While he had dismissed you all, he beckoned you over as soon as he noticed you attempting to slip away.
"Please tell me this is actually important," you say as you make your way over.
"When have I ever led you astray?"
"I can think of a few moments."
"Well, we aren't here to dwell on the past, dear night guard. I need a favor."
"Of course. Am I only useful to you for running errands?"
"How could you assume such a thing about me? I would never."
"Right."
"Anyway," Goldie puts his hand on your shoulder, leading you towards Marionette. "Mari' and I were talking about the new animatronics and their names. Perhaps you'd like to share ideas?"
"I don't have any. I'm not a naming wizard," you retort.
"Ah, pity. If you lack inspiration, why not ask our new friends about their ideas? It'll be an opportunity to get closer to them." Were you in a dating simulation now? Why was he giving you tasks that sounded like one?
"Sure, I guess."
"Wonderful. We'll be awaiting some great news."
Your first opponent? Toy Bonnie. Were you excited? No, not even in the slightest. If this guy was an 'annoying jerk face', as Bonnie so eloquently put it, you were definitely dreading this. You had been lucky that the five animatronics you knew already were friendly enough. The only unfriendly animatronic you could think of was probably Marionette, but you wouldn't call him a bad guy. You'd only just met him after all.
You're so in your thoughts that you fail to notice the man you were looking for standing in front of you. You bump into him, tipping backwards for a moment before he takes hold of your shoulders.
"Woah there. Careful where you're walking, sweetheart."
You were definitely the farthest from excited about this.
"Sorry. I was just thinking."
"Wouldn't happen to be about me, would it?"
This guy... "Kind of, I guess?"
"Oh? I'm flattered."
"Not in the way you think."
"Don't go breaking my heart so quickly, sweetheart."
This guy definitely reminded you of a certain someone. A certain golden bear if he was more flirty.
"I've known you for two hours max."
"And if I told you I was suffering from love at first sight?"
"I'd call you a liar and delusional, which you seem to be."
"Ouch."
"Back on track..." If you wanted out of this conversation, you really needed to remember your mission. Names. "Have you been thinking about your name? Goldie sent me to ask."
"Haven't spent a single second dwelling on it."
"You like the idea of being called Toy Bonnie?"
He stiffens at that. You've hit a nerve it seems.
"What's wrong with both of us being Bonnie?"
"Well, Bonnie Number One isn't exactly fond of the idea. I think he's close to tearing your ears off."
"As if. The pipsqueak wishes he could reach that high. Even if he tried, I could just throw him off," he retorts with a scoff, crossing his arms, "Trust me, he's as heavy as a pile of feathers."
Maybe to you, you think. "Have you done that before?"
"Multiple times. He doesn't give up grudges that easily."
"I didn't know you guys knew each other already."
"Not very bright, are you?"
"Excuse me. Rude."
Toy Bonnie chuckles, although it has less humor than you expect. "Yeah, we aren't on the best terms. None of us are. Well, no, that's not entirely true. I think my boss and the other boss are cool with each other. Haven't seen them argue over anything before."
"What's with the bad blood?"
"You could say they have a problem sharing."
"I can imagine Bonnie having that problem, but the others too? What exactly did you guys have to share? A stage? Is it the name thing?"
"Partly, but not completely. There were other issues, but let's not talk too much about the past. It's boring, and it's old news. Doubt you'd be interested in that kinda stuff, sweetheart."
"What if I was?"
"A different time. Wouldn't want to distract you from your grand task."
"Are you trying to distract me from the truth?"
"Ha! No, I just happen to think a name's more important than you knowing my deepest and darkest secrets, sweetheart."
"If I give you a name, will you stop with the 'sweetheart' stuff?"
"Is it because I give you butterflies?"
"You wish."
"I do wish."
"Too bad, so sad."
"As for your question, I'll consider it. Where's the fun in calling you 'night guard' if that's what everyone calls you?"
"You want to be special?"
"Maybe." He shrugs. "Maybe not. You'll never know."
You roll your eyes. He really is just Goldie with extra flirtation skills. A little more annoying, but that's what you thought about Goldie when you first met him. Maybe you two just needed time.
"You wouldn't have happened to have thought about your name in the entire span of this conversation, would you?"
"Nope. Too distracted."
"Of course." You take a moment to look at him. At times like these you really wish you could just search up 'male names that mean bunny or rabbit or even blue'. You could, but it feels a little disingenuous. You could use your big brain and come up with something.
Toy Bonnie... T.B., no. It doesn't sound right. Toby? No, he doesn't have the vibes of a Toby. Tony? You kinda like that one.
"What's your thoughts on Tony?"
"Eh."
"What do you mean 'eh'? I put some serious thought into your name, mister."
"You stared into space for, at most, a minute. That's putting serious thought for you?"
"Do you like the name or not?" You give him a look with a raised eyebrow.
It's a normal walk to the pizzeria. It's the only thing that's truly normal in your life, at the moment. The dogs are barking, and the occasional person on their way home walks past you.
You used to wish that person was you. Home was so close, yet so far. These days you stopped wishing. As much you didn't want to admit it, you could stand to be in the pizzeria for the six hours you worked there. Was it perfect? Absolutely not. There were rats, the indistinguishable smell of old pizza, and the lights were faulty. But at least it had a roof for any unexpected rain that may come down. Although, it's been cloudless nights for you since you've started working at the pizzeria. Well, it was a cloudless streak until tonight.
The clouds that blocked the moon seemed ominous, but what wasn't these days? A black cat had crossed your path a while back, and you simply petted it before going on your way. Sure, maybe you cursed your entire bloodline with that move, but you weren't going to be alive to witness it. Oops?
Apparently, the universe didn't like your nonchalant attitude about the whole thing and decided their response was to rain on your parade, literally. If someone were to ask you, the universe reminded you a lot of Bonnie when you didn't pay attention to him. He made it his mission to bother you as much as possible, even resorting to being in your face, literally, for extended periods of time. At least he didn't have some kind of mystical power to make rain come down. Or perhaps the current rain was his doing, and he'd been holding out on you? Maybe. The idea seemed ridiculous, but what wasn't ridiculous about your situation?
Your phone rings, reminding you that you were still a) in the rain, and b) heading to work. Even worse, c) the new animatronics the owner told you about were arriving today.
The owner had called you earlier to tell you his son had already dropped them off and was awaiting your arrival. You could only hope he was normal relative to everyone else in the building. You'd only heard stories of the guy from your boss because he insisted on you knowing his entire family's lore before you started working. You knew he was older than you, hated pizza with his life, and once threw cake at his dad during his 8th birthday party. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad. Or maybe he lived in his dad's basement and was starved for human interaction. Was it too late to head home and put in a two week's notice? Probably.
You sigh, removing your phone from your pocket and staring at the caller ID displayed on it. Unknown. What's life without a little adventure? You pick up.
"Hello?"
"Is this the infamous night guard I'm talking to right now?"
"Who is this?"
"Hey! I asked first. C'mon, tell me, tell me."
This wasn't Bonnie, but whoever was on the other line definitely acted like him. Childish personality and all.
"Yeah, that's me. Now, who are you?"
"Can't you tell? Who else could have such dulcet tones?"
"... I'm hanging up."
"Wait, wait! You're no fun."
"So I've been told."
"It's me! The one and only: Freddy Fazbear."
"Identity theft isn't a joke, Fake Freddy."
"It's actually me! C'mon, don't you believe me?"
"Not in the slightest."
"But--"
You hear shuffling on the other side of the phone. Something about hogging the night guard? And then, something about stealing? Then, beep, beep. They hung up. Oh, no, they're calling again.
"Please tell me this isn't Fake Freddy again."
"This isn't Fake Freddy again."
"Who's this?"
"The real owner of the phone. You're the night guard, right?"
"Yeah, that's me."
"This is Mike, Michael, whatever my dad told you."
"Ah, the infamous cake thrower."
"... Yeah, that one. I'm at the pizzeria. Are you almost here?"
"Yeah, almost. Probably in a few minutes."
"Okay." He hangs up.
"Not one for conversation, are you, Mike?" You mumble to yourself as you tuck your phone away. A raindrop on your head alerts you to continue walking. You didn't want to be caught in the rain, especially without a change of clothes. Just the thought of being cold and wet hurries your steps.
Shouting is not what you expected when you finally arrived at the pizzeria. Sure, you'd seen a screaming match or two between Chica and Bonnie, but usually those would end once you entered.
"Lemme go! 'M gonna get 'im!"
"Calm down, would ye, lad?"
"'M gonna smack that stinkin' smirk off his face! Lemme at 'im!"
This one didn't seem like it was going to end. What a way to start the nightshift.
"Do they usually fight this much?"
"Huh?" You turn your head, noticing the guy next to you. Ah, 'Cake Thrower Michael.'
"The animatronics. Do they fight a lot?"
"Sometimes, but never as bad as this. They're pretty tame all things considered. What exactly brought this on?"
"They started fighting when I brought the new ones in. I tried telling them no one was getting replaced, but they ended up fighting anyway."
"Ah, let me guess: Bonnie threw the first punch?"
"Tried to. Foxy grabbed him before anything could happen."
"So they've been fighting air the whole time?"
"Yup. Although, Bonnie seems to be the only one throwing punches at the moment."
You sigh, already mentally preparing yourself as you march over to the one sided fight happening.
Foxy is the first to notice you, giving you an apologetic smile. He tries to catch Bonnie's attention by physically turning him to face you.
"I ain't done! Turn me back-- Oh! Hiya, sugar!" The duality of this bunny is crazy. "When did ya get 'ere?"
"Like a minute ago. What are you doing?"
Bonnie's smiles drops instantly. "Fightin' for ma honor!"
"... Right."
"Ain't it true 'm the only Bonnie 'round 'ere?"
"I mean, I think so--"
"This stinky jerk is stealin' ma identity!" Bonnie points an accusatory finger to his left.
Ah, identity theft was the lesson of today, wasn't it? First, Fake Freddy, and now, Fake Bonnie. You wouldn't be surprised if there was Fake Chica, Fake Foxy, and Fake Goldie just waiting to be discovered.
You look past Bonnie's finger, making eye contact with this supposed identity stealer. Bonnie shouldn't be worried, you conclude.
This identity stealer looked nothing like Bonnie. Blue hair, green eyes, obviously rosy cheeks, bright green heart painted on his cheek. The only thing this guy has in common with Bonnie is his bunny ears. Although, you see why Bonnie gets an ick from the guy. His smirk screamed arrogant, which is definitely different from the bunny you know.
You hear Bonnie hissing, which makes you question his bunny status, as you realize this Fake Bonnie walks over to stand before you.
"Evening, sweetheart." A little part of you dies at his words. Not in a good way, not that there was a good way.
"Hi? What's your name?"
"Bonnie."
"No, it ain't!"
"Calm down, lad. He ain't worth the trouble."
"Listen to your buddy there, bunny boy."
"We're both bunnies!"
You quietly slip away as you feel another argument brewing. You were not about to be stuck between those two. You can only hope Foxy's sanity stays in tact. Oh, and Mike's too, you guess. You almost forgot the guy was there.
The rest of the pizzeria is relatively empty. Considering there were only three other animatronics, you knew of, in the pizzeria, it made sense. Chica was probably in the kitchen. Freddy was probably in the backstage area considering he wasn't resting on the Show Stage when you walked in. Goldie... He'd find you on his own per usual.
It was the first time your office was peaceful, and you finally got to sit in your chair again since the first night. With a relieved sigh, you plop down onto your chair, and you feel a chill crawl up your spine. Well, there goes your peace. You look to your sides. Nothing. You look behind. Nothing again. Maybe you were actually going insane. You look up. Looks like you aren't insane.
"Hello!"
You definitely didn't expect to see someone greeting you from the ceiling and to be so in your face to.
"Hi, and you are?"
"Mangle!"
"Are you going to get off the ceiling?"
"I like it up here!"
"... Okay. Why exactly are you in my office?"
"Oh! You're the night guard, huh? Nice to meet you. I'm Mangle!"
"Yeah, you told me that... Nice to meet you too." Using your very big brain, you start putting the dots together. Two people claiming to be Freddy and Bonnie, Mike, and a person staring at you from the ceiling. The new animatronics the owner told you about were the identity thieves and the person on the ceiling. The owner had mentioned six, well five and a half, new animatronics, but, if you trusted your math skills, you'd only met half of them.
"Do you know where the rest of your friends are?" You ask to which the person nods with a grin.
"I do! I'll lead the way under one condition."
"Which is?"
You should've known better. When has trusting the animatronics ever gone well for you? Bonnie got you stuck in a closet, Bonnie and Chica did your clown makeup while you were asleep, and Goldie blindfolded you that one time. Freddy and Foxy were the only trustworthy ones, at the moment. So why in the world did you agree to piggyback an animatronic in exchange for leading you to the other animatronics? At least they weren't heavy. That was the only good thing.
"Then, a left. A right. Towards that door, and boom! We've found Chica!" Mangle exclaims as you enter the kitchen. You aren't surprised you found the Chica doppelganger in the kitchen. It was the only place the original Chica loved more than herself.
"Hi, guys!"
"Mangle!" Said animatronic doesn't make an attempt to climb off of you, only leaning over your head more to greet their friend.
"Guess who I brought?"
"A person?"
"Not just any person. The night guard!"
"Nice to meet you," you greet.
"Oh my gosh, you're adorable!" The woman, the other Chica, gets in your face, seemingly studying it with a smile. "I'm Chica, er... Well, I'm sure you know the original Chica, so I guess it's a little awkward to call me Chica too... I'll figure something out!" She steps back, choosing to get lost in her thoughts while pacing back and forth.
"Let's go find Freddy! I dunno how long Chica's gonna be in her head for. Onwards!"
You weren't exactly sure what to expect from Fake Freddy. Based on your phone call earlier, he was definitely a talker. Perhaps even a yapper. Past that? Who knows. If he was anything like the Freddy you knew, he'd be a little serious. Although, you're definitely doubting that when you think back to your conversation.
"Freddy!" Mangle exclaims as you enter the backstage area.
"Finally, someone to talk to!" Is the response of the bear when he spots the two of you. "And you brought the night guard!"
After meeting a majority of the other animatronics, you can say the other Freddy is the most scarily similar to the original. If he wore Freddy's clothes and dyed his hair a few shades darker, you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. Maybe he, Freddy, and Goldie were secretly triplets. You'd definitely have to ask.
"I hope we can move on from the little incident earlier today..." Other Freddy tells you, trying to whisper before realizing Mangle would hear him regardless.
"Oh, you mean the identity stealing?"
"It's not--" He sighs, collecting himself. "That's my actual name. It's Freddy."
"Yeah, but I already know a Freddy. Can I call you Freddy the Second?"
"Why am I the second?"
"Because I knew you second. I thought that was obvious."
"You're still Freddy the First to me!" Mangle interjects, leaning forward and reminding you that you're still carrying them. Your back hurts. Like badly.
"You're my favorite friend, Mangle."
"Really?"
"Absolutely!" The more Mangle leans on you, the closer the floor feels. You're definitely about to fall over, and it seems the two animatronics could care less. Too busy declaring their eternal friendship.
As you feel the last of your strength give out, you start hoping the floor isn't as dirty as it looks. If you fall, please let it be in the least dirty part. You tip over slowly before you feel the weight on your back disappear. Someone's holding your arm, keeping your face from being planted on the floor. Although, you don't know if you prefer this over that. Whoever's holding on has an iron grip.
You turn your head slightly to look at your technical savior and are met with black eyes. And when you say that, you mean like deep abyssal black with no pupils.
"Spooky..." You mumble, causing the man who'd been holding your arm to let go. Jerk. Fortunately, or unfortunately, you get caught by someone else.
"Careful there. We wouldn't want you cracking your head now." Goldie. He helps you stand upright, adjusting your uniform and hat with a smile. "There we are."
He gives you a pat on the head, like you were a child, before walking over to the spooky jerk who dropped you. As you begin to zone out, you feel a tap on your side. You look down, making eye contact with a small boy. He holds out a small balloon to you with a smile.
"Thanks..." You say, taking the balloon from his grasp. "Kid?"
"B.B.!"
"Uh, cool name?"
"Thanks!" He skips away from you and chooses to stand next to Freddy the Second, who picks him up with ease.
Somehow he's the most normal person here, and he's a child. Back to the situation at hand, you notice Goldie walking back over to you with a grin that you know is trouble.
"I think it's time you met the new crew, dearest night guard," he says, extending his hand to you. "Make friends."
"I have friends."
"New ones."
You narrow your eyes at him before sighing. Trying to argue with this guy was next to impossible as well as infuriating. You take his hand with a grumble, letting him lead you out of the backstage area. You're already dreading this meeting.
Age: Currently the second oldest of the Fazbear crew
Height: ~5'6"
Fun Fact: Freddy believes in being on the same level when interacting with others. He will always lean down to listen when someone is shorter than him. When someone is taller, he will find a way to be at eye level, whether it be with a nearby crate or standing on his toes.
Designer's Notes: When it came to designing Freddy's human design, I did my best to take inspiration from singers from the 1980s! I loved the flared pants and jackets I found in references, so you'll see that reflected in his design. I also chose to give him some eye makeup, which was done courtesy of Bonnie, to match with the others. Speaking of matching, Freddy has painted nails like the other animatronics as well. You might also notice the small clips and bracelets in his design are meant to represent his fellow band mates and brother. As the leader, he always carries parts of his friends on his person.
Name: Bonnie
Age: The technical 'middle child' of the Fazbear crew
Height: ~5'4"
Fun Fact: Bonnie has a stash of random items stuffed away in the Supply Closet. A few come from old night guards, while others were gifts from the owner. His most prized possession is his guitar pick, which he decorated himself using markers.
Designer's Notes: You might notice that Bonnie and Freddy have a similar silhouette when it comes to their clothes. I wanted the Fazbear crew to be dressed very similarly with a few exceptions on how they wear their clothes. Bonnie chooses to wear half of his sweater off his shoulder as a reflection of his self proclaimed 'rebellious side'. Also, I added band-aids to his face and hands to show that Bonnie can be a bit of a klutz at times.
Name: Chica
Age: The youngest of the Fazbear Crew
Height: ~5'6"
Fun Fact: Chica doesn't trust the others to clean the kitchen. While some have tried their best (Freddy), the others have traumatized her and the kitchen so badly that she refuses to let anyone clean but her.
Designer's Notes: Chica probably has my favorite design of the current crew despite being relatively simple compared to the others. I did my best to use girl groups as my reference for Chica's outfit, and I loved the tight pants and boots look. I switched her hair from a ponytail to being loose because, as much as Chica refuses to admit it, she wants to match with the others.
Name: Foxy
Age: The other, older, 'middle child' of the Fazbear crew
Height: ~5'8"
Fun Fact: Both of Foxy's hands are fine with the exception of a few scars. The hook he has in his animatronic form is just for show, but one of his legs is replaced with an animatronic part. When he first tried walking in his human form, he had a lot of trouble, but he eventually got the hang of it.
Designer's Notes: Foxy was the most difficult character to design for me. At first, I wasn't sure whether I wanted to lean into the whole pirate aesthetic or stick to the 1980s band one. I ultimately decided to do a slight mix. I gave Foxy a loose, open shirt and wide leg pants. The fabric wrapped in his arms is meant to be similar to Bonnie and Freddy's, but Foxy feels uncomfortable for having things tied around his neck. My choice of letting Foxy have regular hands and only one animatronic leg is just something I thought of while I designed him. I thought since Foxy's animatronic form is already quite broken, he'd have issues with having a human form. While he might not have taken the hook, he took one animatronic leg with him.
Name: Goldie, Golden Freddy
Age: The oldest of the Fazbear crew
Height: ~5'7"
Fun Fact: Goldie cannot sing to save his life. As much as he refutes the fact, he knows his brother is the more talented of the two. Despite it all, he will always find an excuse to sing and burst eardrums.
Designer's Notes: In the best way possible, Goldie's design was actually the most simple and easiest to come up with. I basically took Freddy's outfit and just changed one or two things. Twin brothers is my explanation. Although, I did give Goldie longer hair and removed his hat. The hat being removed was because Goldie believes the most 'current leader' has the right to the hat. According to him, at least.
"Look at who it is. Fancy seeing you here," Goldie greets as he leans against the side of the closet. He gives the other man in the closet a teasing smile. "I thought the Storage Closet was my room."
"I'm here on serious business, for your information. I'd be grateful if you took me seriously for one moment," the man retorts, narrowing his eyes at Goldie.
"Who's to say I'm not taking you seriously?"
"... You're insufferable."
"Oh? Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment, you-- Nevermind. We need to talk."
"So I assumed. If you're about to ask about your music box, I didn't break it. I'm sure it's your own fault for being in it all the time. You should go outside. See the sun. It's beautiful, but don't look directly at it--"
"Are you insinuating that I'm an idiot?"
"I didn't say it. You just assumed."
"This is why your brother is the better twin."
"Harsh, aren't you?"
"Idiotic, aren't you?"
"Touché." Goldie chuckles before shaking his head. "Alright, I'm listening this time. No more interruptions."
"Good." The man sighs, crossing his arms. "The owner has fixed the others. They'll be here soon. I hope you can keep your friends from acting out against them. I understand they still aren't on the best terms, at the moment."
Goldie chuckles again. "Seems you still remember that. If you're asking me to do such a thing, I hope you keep your friends on a leash as well. Their high and mighty attitudes aren't appreciated."
"Not all of them are like that, but I will tell them to keep their words to themselves. I trust you'll do the same."
"I'll try, but I won't guarantee anything. My brother has enough courtesy to keep to himself, but the others can be quite vocal. If they knew about their return, it would be the only thing they'd be talking about right now."
"When will you tell them?"
"Soon. Not now. I think they deserve some more time of blissful ignorance. I wouldn't want to damper their mood. They've been much happier these days."
"I've seen. The night guard has changed their moods significantly."
"Oh? Do I hear the sound of you warming up to--"
"Don't be ridiculous. I still have my doubts."
Goldie scoffs. "Do you? Then, I suppose that gift you gave the night guard was a test?"
"It was no such thing. All children deserve gifts on their birthdays," the man retorts, kicking Goldie's shin with his shoe.
"But the night guard is no child. Are you embarrassed to admit you're accepting the night guard?"
"Watch it, Fazbear."
"Have I fallen to last name basis? A cruel fate, I suppose."
Goldie laughs once more before he falls silent. He hits his shoe against the man's with a sigh.
"You shouldn't be afraid of vulnerability. It's good for you. I speak from experience."
"I'm not afraid of it. It's a strange thing to be afraid of."
"And yet--"
"I'm not!" The man clears his throat. "Not of vulnerability. I'm afraid of this night guard will undo all the progress we've made. What if it's a repeat of last time?"
"You haven't met the night guard. If you did, you'd know it won't happen again."
"How can I trust that?"
"Won't you trust an old friend?"
"You aren't the most trustworthy person I've met."
"Fine. If you won't take my word for it, why don't you join your friends and reveal yourself when they arrive? It'll be an uninfluenced decision."
"If anything goes wrong--"
"I'll deal with the consequences. Whatever they may be. Don't worry."
"I will always worry when you say that."
"Aw, because you care for me?"
"No, because you tend to mess up one way or another. I have experience, as you say."
"Oh, you have jokes now, do you?"
"It's not meant to be funny."
"And here I am dying of laughter."
The man scoffs, nudging Goldie's shoulder. Goldie does the same in retaliation.
"Alright, I've had enough of you. Out. I'll see you in a few days."
"Don't miss me too much, alright?" Goldie teases as he maneuvers his way out of the closet.
x. How To Get The Night Guard's Attention: A Guide By The Fazbear Crew
When you had gotten a call from the owner, you weren't exactly sure what to expect. He's never called you before. He's messaged you multiple times with a simple 'good morning' image, which you swear was ripped straight from Facebook.
Well, you definitely weren't expecting him to practically drop a bomb on you as soon as you picked up the phone.
"Could you repeat that again, sir?" You ask into the phone.
"You're gonna get more friends next week. Isn't that exciting? The old fellas from the other pizzeria have finally gotten their last repairs and are ready to be started up again. My son'll be there next Monday to bring them in. You just need to worry about helping them getting settled in."
More animatronics? As if dealing with the ones you had wasn't enough. Hopefully, they'll be as well behaved as Freddy and Foxy. Worst case scenario, you get stuck with more Bonnies. The thought horrifies you. One Bonnie is enough.
"Got it, sir. How many more animatronics are coming in exactly?"
"Six, but I'd say it's more like five and a half."
Six?! Did you even have the patience for six more animatronics? You'd be dealing with... Ten animatronics on the daily. Was it to late to resign? No, you'd still have to put in a two week's notice. You were cooked beyond belief.
"And they'll be here next week? That fast...?"
"Are you excited? Five and a half new friends. Fun, right?"
"Yeah, sounds like fun, sir..."
"Wonderful! I'll leave you be then. I'll call again when my son will drop by."
"Yippee..." You mumble as the owner hangs up. Maybe you can make Freddy mad enough to stuff you into a suit. You heard rumors about that before. Or maybe he would just put you to work in the bathrooms. Maybe making Mr. Fazbear angry wasn't worth it in the long run. You really don't need to be on his bad side if being on his bad side meant cleaning bathrooms. Gross.
You shake your head. You don't even remember what you had been thinking about. Oh, right. The six extra 'friends' you were going to make next week. Nevermind, you preferred thinking about anything else but that.
"Sugar."
"Uh-huh?"
"'Ey, look at me! 'M talkin' to ya!"
"Sure..."
"Foxy's eatin' yer snacks!"
"Yeah, whatever..."
"Chica! Tha night guard's broken!"
"It's your own fault, Bonnie."
"Nu-uh!"
"You can't just say 'nu-uh' when I tell you it's your fault."
Bonnie groans, flopping onto the, very gross, tiled floor.
"Did you die?"
"Yes!"
"Thank goodness. Finally, some peace and quiet."
"I heard ya!" Bonnie sits up, glaring at Chica. "Yer so mean to me!"
"Deserved, honestly."
Before Bonnie can huff out another complaint, Foxy plops down next to him.
"Lad, ye'll wake up the boss if ye keep arguin' wit' Chica," Foxy chides, patting Bonnie's shoulder. "'N, no, her startin' 'tisn't a good excuse fer it."
"Why does everyone in this building hate me?" Bonnie grumbles, flopping back onto the floor and rolling onto his side.
"Wha''s up wit' the lad today?" Foxy asks, patting Bonnie's head before turning to Chica.
"The night guard's been ignoring him since the shift started. Been mumbling something about babysitting and asking for a raise, which I can agree on. Bonnie's a handful," Chica explains.
"That ain't true!"
"Yeah, right."
"Why don't you just ask, if you're so curious?"
"Yeah, you should--"
The trio turn their heads to the source of the voice, spotting a certain Fazbear twin.
"Goldie!"
"Good evening, everyone. Aren't you all in high spirits tonight?" He greets with a smile.
"I wouldn't say high spirits. Bonnie's being ignored, so he's grumpy," Chica explains to which Bonnie sticks his tongue at her for.
"Hm, and have you found out why the night guard is ignoring you?"
The trio shake their heads. "Then, I'll help. Let's make minimal noise, alright? I assume Mr. Fazbear is resting at the moment, and we wouldn't want to wake him, would we?"
Two minutes in, and the amount of noise in the room is deafening. At first, the strategy as simple. Poke. Hard. When that didn't work, they chose to do the one thing they were all good at: singing. Well, that's to be assumed. They are animatronics built to perform. It can't be that bad.
"Why does he sound so bad?" Chica whispers to Foxy and Bonnie as they watch Goldie sing, very off-key, to the night guard. "Does his voice box have the opposite problem that Boss's does?"
"Ain't Goldie an oldie?"
"We're all old, Bonnie. Do you know what year it is?"
"... No."
"Exactly."
"Wasn't Goldie the singer o' his duo back in the day?"
"What happened?"
"Maybe we shouldn't find out."
"... Do you guys feel a scary presence? Like, a bucket of ice water being poured on your back?"
"Fer sure."
The trio turn, spotting Freddy standing behind them. They aren't sure whether they need to pray for Goldie or not. At least, the bathroom's weren't too dirty at the moment. He'd be fine.
Freddy walks past the trio, making his way over to Goldie and the night guard. His expression is unreadable, making the situation a hundred times worse. On what level of the Freddy Angry Scale was he? A one meant he'd let the situation pass. A ten? Nobody's ever experienced it, but they're sure it's bad. Very bad.
As Freddy steps next to Goldie, the trio hold their breaths. They just wanted to get the night guard's attention, and now, Goldie's gonna die (again). He lived a good afterlife. Goodbye, Goldie-- Is that music playing?
"Oh? An accompaniment from you is much appreciated," Goldie says, repositioning the microphone in his grasp. "The Fazbear Duo strikes again."
Special. So You Just Gonna Bring Me A Birthday Gift On My Birthday To My Birthday Party On My Birthday With A Birthday Gift?
"Chica! 'Mergency!" Bonnie shouts as he bursts into the kitchen, a file clutched in his fist.
"I doubt it," Chica mutters as she turns to face Bonnie. "The last time you screamed emergency, you thought the rat you befriended ran away."
"It ain't ma fault that Ratthew ran into tha trash."
"He's a rat. Where else would he go?"
"Jus' forget Ratthew for a sec! Look!" Bonnie practically shoves the file into Chica's face, causing her to stumble back a bit.
"A file with the night guard's face? Did you break into the old man's office?"
"Nu-uh! Tha ol' man left tha door open! Ain't breakin' an' enterin'."
"Well, whether you did or didn't, why did you take the night guard's file anyway?" Chica asks, shoving the file away from her face.
"Hehe, ain't it easy ta tell? We gotta know tha night guard's birthday!" Bonnie answers, shoving the file back into her face. "And lookie 'ere! 'S today! Y'know what we gotta do now?"
"Let the night guard rest for once?"
"'Course not! 'S time for a party!"
You should learn to expect the unexpected when it comes to this pizzeria. You never know what Bonnie will decide to do that night. Tonight is no different. Well, it is slightly different.
When you attempt to open the front doors, they're locked. It's shocking to say the least. The owner usually leaves them unlocked for you, especially since he only has one copy of the main key. Maybe he was giving you the day off.
You look into the dark pizzeria, trying to see if you could spot anyone in there. The animatronics had to be in there. You knock on the glass. You doubt they're sleeping. You knock again. Are they ignoring you?
You're about to knock again before a hand lands on your shoulder. You swiftly turn, holding out your fists. You must look silly since you catch Mr. Doppelganger chuckling. Freddy and his twin staring you down, one stare less serious than the other.
"Oh, it's just you guys. Why are you out here? Shouldn't you be keeping eye on your troublemakers?" You ask.
"Well, said troublemakers asked us to bring you inside."
"But I've walked into the pizzeria just fine before. Did they wax the floors or something?"
"They've done nothing of the sort, I can assure you."
"Then, can I just walk in?"
"Not yet."
You raise an eyebrow. "Why not?"
"Patience is key."
"Why are you talking in riddles?"
"This is the way I always talk."
"Well, kinda, but usually it's all fancy, not riddle-like."
"You don't like the way I'm talking right now?"
"You're getting off topic."
"What makes you say that?"
Before you can respond, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn, facing Freddy.
"Time to go?" His twin asks to which Freddy nods. Then, there's a blindfold being handed to you. What a subtle way to kidnap someone.
"Why do I need that?"
"For your surprise."
"Can't you guys ever be normal when it comes to surprises?"
"Where would be the fun in that?"
After being blindfolded, you're led into the pizzeria. That's the conclusion you draw at least because of the distinct smell of pizza. However, you also catch a whiff of something else. It's sweet. You can even smell smoke? You just hope no one lit themselves on fire.
You stop as you feel the guiding hand on your shoulder disappear. They left you, a blindfolded person, to your own devices. They might as well have just thrown you into the air and expected you to land flawlessly.
"Guys?" You call out. Despite your own inner thoughts just telling you to simply remove the blindfold, you respect the animatronics' wishes to give you a surprise and keep it on.
You hear shuffling, causing you to turn your head. "Hello?" More shuffling before you hear a loud noise nearby.
"Surprise!" You hear a few voices shout.
"Wait, why is the blindfold still there?"
"Did no one say, 'take off the blindfold'?"
"No one wanted t' job."
"Just take the night guard's blindfold off!"
You feel someone reach around your head to untie the blindfold's knot before you are temporarily blinded by the bright lights of the pizzeria.
"Surprise!" The animatronics shout again. Some more enthusiastically than others.
You blink, still trying to adjust your vision to the bright lighting. "Surprise for what?" You ask.
"Eh? Your birthday, silly goose!" Bonnie exclaims, skipping over to plant a paper crown on your head. "'S today!"
"Oh." You had even forgotten. You used to make a big deal about your birthday when you were younger, but nowadays, it wasn't something you thought about very often. "Yeah, I guess it is today."
"Me and tha gang made cake!"
"I made the cake," Chica interjects, "Bonnie decorated it."
"An' there's gifts! Let's have fun!" Bonnie grabs your wrist, dragging you over to the Show Stage. You hold on tight to the paper crown on your head, trying to keep up with Bonnie's pace. He was too hyperactive for his own good.
You'll admit something. The animatronics definitely know how to throw birthday parties. You attribute that to the fact that they practically lived and breathed birthdays when the place was still running.
You spend a majority of your night shift messing around with the group. You play some silly party games. You discover that Freddy is quite the amazing at them, scarily so. You can't say the same for his twin. You've never seen a person so unlucky.
You eat cake, which is quite delicious. Although, someone went a little too crazy with the decoration. Bonnie seemed to have attempted to write some kind of heartfelt message on the cake but ran out of space halfway. He should stick to writing birthday cards, you conclude.
Speaking of birthday cards, all the animatronics made an effort to make one. Some are nicer compared to others, but you aren't judging. At least they tried. You'll definitely need to find a place to put those cards.
And then, there's the gifts. They're definitely different. You can definitely say you've never been given a cake pan. Or a plastic rat. (Bonnie said it was a protective charm). Regardless, you're sure they'll find a home somewhere in your home.
As the night dies down, you can definitely say it was a birthday well spent. As you watch the trio of troublemakers, Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica (the honorary member), you hear someone sit next to you. You turn your head, coming face to face with an intricately made music box. You look past it to find Freddy's twin staring at you. You really need to give him an actual name.
"One last gift you for you," He says with a smile. "From me and one guest who couldn't arrive."
"That sounds ominous," You say, taking the music box from his hands.
"Does it now? Perhaps you're reading into my words too much."
"You're just as weird as the others. Do you know that?"
ix. Hi, My Name Is Y/N. What's Your Favorite Dinner Food?
You were definitely correct in your assumption about the mysterious bathroom man (as you've dubbed him as you sincerely doubt the guy's name is Goldie). He strikes a similarity to Mr. Freddy Fazbear himself. While they weren't spitting images of each other, they had similar facial features and that old man stare that screamed, 'I'm not mad, just disappointed.'
As soon as you are free from Bonnie's, surprisingly tight hold, you find yourself on your feet and watching a silent conversation between Freddy and his doppelganger. If these two were related, was it possible they used twin telepathy? That would've been cool (and possible with how many strange things happened in the pizzeria).
"Let's leave the two o' 'em alone," Foxy says, breaking you out of your thoughts. He grabs the back of Bonnie's collar and drags him along. "Dat means ye too, lad."
"Aw, but doncha wanna know what tha boss and Goldie gossip 'bout?"
"Not in the slightest," Chica retorts.
"Bah, ya always say that!" Bonnie exclaims before turning to you with hope in his eyes.
"I'm not that interested either," You respond with a shrug.
"Y'all are borin'! What if they're spillin' secrets? Doncha wanna know 'bout it?"
"I don't think you know what a secret is," Chica mutters. "Those things aren't something you just tell everyone."
Bonnie huffs, flailing about. "Lemme go! I wanna listen!"
Surprisingly, Bonnie doesn't put up much of a fight after a few minutes of being dragged along. He's a weird one, that's for sure. Eventually, your group arrives at your security office.
Despite being the night guard, you haven't spent a lot of time in the office since your first and second night. Maybe you should be grateful. It's cramped, definitely only made for one or two people, and it's dirty. You really should've cleaned it during your first day.
It's silent for a few minutes as everyone finds something else to do. Bonnie decides to mess around with the cameras, probably to find out Fazbear secrets. Chica looks around the office, silently judging its dirty state. Foxy does the same, minus the judging.
"Why'd you pick the night guard's office?" Chica asks as she tries to find a place to sit. "There's no space in here, and I don't want to sit next to Bonnie."
"Hey!"
"Ye wants t' go t' the galley?" Foxy counters as he takes the chair. What is it with the animatronics and stealing your chair?
"Not if it means Bonnie tries to introduce me to the rats again." Chica shivers.
"Y'all are cruel! They ain't that bad," Bonnie retorts. "Ain't they a buncha cuties?"
"Nay."
"You can't just put bows on things and call them cute."
"'S okay to be jealous, Chica."
"Of your rats?"
"Ain't anybody cuter!"
"Right."
"Look at 'em!" Bonnie digs through his pocket, pulling out something you couldn't make out to show Chica. Although, Chica seemed to know something you didn't because she immediately extended her hand to smack it out of Bonnie's hands and send it flying.
There's a small sound of a smack, causing the four of you to look about. You expected whatever it was to fall on the floor or maybe float out of the office. You didn't expect it to smack someone in the face. That someone being Mr. Freddy Fazbear himself.
Well, at least now you can see what Bonnie had been meaning to show the rest of you. A photo. The four of you stare as the photo falls down to the floor after successfully smacking Freddy in the face. It's silent for a second. You aren't sure whether to laugh or expect to be handed a punishment. You once heard from Bonnie that Freddy made them clean the entire Show Stage because they did something, probably stupid.
A laugh cuts in as Freddy's doppleganger walks into the light.
"My, my, still up to your usual shenanigans, I see. It's nice to see some things never change," He says, kneeling to grab the photo from the floor. "Your friends, Bonnie?"
And, just like that, Bonnie is the first to revitalize. You guess that no amount of potential punishment could keep him from rambling.
"Yup!" Bonnie skips over to the duo next to the security door, looking like he was waiting for someone to ask. He points to different areas of the photo, rambling about each one.
With Bonnie distracted, Freddy steps into the office. You notice Foxy standing to offer his seat, to which Freddy waves off. Then, the two proceed to have a stare off. You can practically hear the 'I insist' and 'no, I insist.' A true battle of the wills. That is until Bonnie, done with his rambling, decides to take the seat for himself. Problem solved? Apparently, seniority (if that applied to these guys) meant very little to Bonnie.
"Since we're all here. I say we all reintroduce ourselves," Mr. Mysterious Bathroom Man says, deciding to stay by the security door. Thank goodness. Five was already pushing it. You were about to suffocate.
"From what I understand, no one knows the night guard's name," He says, turning to you. Oh, great. It's just school again. The teacher calls on you to introduce yourself, your voice cracks, and the only thing you want to do is jump in a hole. At least you knew the people you were talking to. It'd be less awkward this way. Although, you weren't sure how to 'introduce' yourself.
"Well, my name is Y/N, and I work here," You say, "There's not much to it. I'm not going to tell you guys my life story if that's what you're expecting."
"I wanna hear it!" Bonnie interjects.
"Not happening," You retort. "I'm trying to keep my mysterious vibe going. It'll ruin my image if I just blab my life 'journey' or something. Why don't we just talk about something else?"
The bathroom smells like lavender. It's surprising to say the least. You half expected it to smell... nasty? Dirty? You're not even sure if that's a real scent. Actually, you really thought it would smell like old pizza.
You squint at your reflection in the mirror. Bonnie shouldn't be allowed near glitter, you conclude. There's way too much on your face. You just hope you won't track glitter into your home. It sounds like a nightmare in the making.
You splash a few more handfuls of water into your face before blindly reaching for the paper towel container on the wall. Your hand bumps into something... warm? Strange. You don't remember the paper towels feeling warm.
You turn your head, coming face to face with a man. A man who bears a striking resemblance to a certain bear animatronic, if he was blonde.
You retract your hand immediately. You really need the animatronics to stop catching you off guard. Bonnie spooking you on your first day. Bonnie almost crushing you death out of nowhere. Bonnie and Chica doing your makeup while you're sleeping. Maybe Bonnie just needs to stop it. Regardless, the strange man and you have a silent stare down, er maybe not.
While you could tell he was looking in your general direction, you couldn't tell if he was staring directly at you. However, you did feel his intense stare, so you could assume so.
"Uh... hi?" Hopefully, he wasn't going to kill you or something. So far the animatronics hadn't been hostile, not even Freddy, but you couldn't guarantee anybody else in this building wasn't.
"Hello."
He sounded familiar? Strange. You aren't even sure from where. It definitely wasn't one of the others. They all had such a distinct voice.
"You... friend?"
"Are you the guy from that day in the closet? The one who invaded my personal space..." He definitely sounded similar. Maybe a little deeper, but you could tell. You were just that smart. Truly an Einstein in the making.
"You have a good memory. Yes, that was me. I apologize for intruding in your space as you say. It was difficult to keep much space between us."
"Don't worry about it. It's not like you did it on purpose. Unless..."
"I can assure you that I didn't do such a thing on purpose. I wanted to introduce myself, but it's quite difficult to do so with the others. They take up a majority of your time, and I wouldn't want to take you away from them. It has been quite some time since they've had a friend. Of course, since we're all friends at this moment, we should spend more time together as a group. Don't you agree?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I've never really seen you around. Do you not hang out with the others or something?" Might as well question this guy. He seemed to know the most past maybe Freddy, but said bear isn't very open to conversation.
"Ah, well, to tell you the truth, we do not hang out, as you say, very often, at least not as a group. As much as Bonnie wishes for us to do so, it's difficult to find something to do. There isn't much in this pizzeria, as you might've been able to tell already."
"Yeah, I think the only game Bonnie knows how to play is hide and seek. After the whole closet disaster, he refuses to play it, and we don't end up doing much."
"I've heard."
"Heard?"
"Yes, I've been listening in on you and the others since the first night you arrived. I can conclude that you have been quite friendly to them. I don't think you are threat to any of us, so I won't have to get rid of you."
"You were gonna get rid of me if I wasn't nice?"
"Well, yes. The others are my friends, and I should do my best to protect them. Isn't that what friends are for?"
"Looking out for each other is definitely a friend thing, but I don't know about potential murder. Maybe it's a best friends kinda thing."
"Sugar!" You hear the door of the bathroom slam open, Bonnie barreling in. "Why are ya takin' so long? 'M bored!"
Before Bonnie can rush over to you (to probably crush you in a hug), Foxy grabs his collar. "Don't ye reckon the night guard deserves some privacy in the bathroom, lad?"
"Foxy's right. You can't just charge in when you feel like it," Chica adds, giving Bonnie a side eye. "You really need to learn to knock."
"What if tha night guard fell in the toilet? Knockin' woulda wasted lotsa time!" Bonnie protests, flailing around in Foxy's hold.
"Oh, please, in what world would the night guard fall into the toilet?"
"Coulda been this one, Chica!"
"The night guard is bigger than the toilet!"
"So?"
"So, there's no logical sense in that assumption!"
"Arrr, calm down, both o' ye," Foxy interjects. "Don't go fightin' in front o' the night guard.
The two back down, sending each other one more glare, as they remember that you exist and notice the man next to you.
"Goldie, hey! When did ya get there?"
"I've been having a conversation with the night guard for a while now, so I suppose I've been here for quite some time. It's nice to hear all your voices again."
"Ye can come around more often, ye know?" Foxy says, finally putting down Bonnie.
"Yeah! Boss misses ya!" Bonnie adds.
"Well, I'll see if I can make time."
"You have time right now," Chica cuts in.
"I suppose you are correct--"
"Then, c'mon, Goldie!" Bonnie rushes over, grabbing Goldie's hand as well as yours (for some reason) without another word. He practically drags the both of you out of the bathroom, Chica and Foxy trailing after him. You really need to have a talk with him about dragging you places.
When Bonnie opens his eyes, he finds himself staring at your sleeping face. It's hard not to when your face is the only thing directly in front of him. It didn't help that you looked so pretty that it was difficult to look away.
"Hey, quit staring. You look like a creep," Chica mutters from next to him. Bonnie turns back slightly to stick his tongue at her.
"'S not creepy if I'm just admirin'," He says, turning back to stare at your face.
"You really think your big eyes are the first thing the night guard wants to see?"
"Mah eyes are a real beauty. Big, red, an' shiny! 'M sure thah night guard appreciates 'em!"
"If I caught you staring at me while I was sleeping, I'd scream," Chica deadpans, poking the back of Bonnie's head. "And probably throw my pillow at you."
"Thah boss is way scarier! Those big ol' blue eyes of 'is. I feel a lil' chill thinkin' 'bout it."
"I think it's the fact that he only stares and doesn't say anything. It's like he's giving me a disappointing stare for even thinking of sleep."
"Ain't that thah truth. Speakin' of thah boss..." Bonnie sits up, looking at Freddy. He's leaned against the wall, his arms crossed and eyes closed. "He's thah one nappin' this time."
"Huh. Who would've thought the boss would fall asleep in front of us? Doesn't he usually take naps on the Show Stage?" Chica comments.
"Eh, he ain't really nappin' if his eyes are open," Bonnie interjects. "Is thah boss kinda like a fish?"
Chica gives him a look, her nose scrunched up. "What kind of question is that?"
"Thah night guard tol' me fishies sleep with their eyes open!"
"I mean, I guess. He usually sleeps with his eyes open... or maybe he's always awake, and he's just ignoring us?"
"Nah, he's sleepin'!"
"And how are you so sure?"
Bonnie chuckles to himself. "If thah boss wasn't sleepin', he woulda said somethin' 'bout me messin' with 'im!"
"How are you even allowed to get away with that much?"
"'S okay, Chica. Not everyone can be thah boss's favorite."
"Pretty sure you aren't the favorite. Isn't it--"
"Still one of 'is favorites! Speakin' of favorites..." Bonnie looks over at your sleeping figure. "Do ya think thah night guard would lemme do that stuff too?"
"Don't know if you don't try."
"I'mma go look for ma box of goodies. Watch thah night guard for me!" Bonnie gets up, rushing away without hearing Chica's response.
"Like someone sleeping is going to go somewhere..."
You think this is the best sleep you've gotten in days. Although, you could probably consider it the only sleep you've gotten in the past few days. Taking care of a bunch of sentient animatronics can take a lot out of a person.
You feel something tickle your nose, causing you to stir slightly. But you decide against opening your eyes. You aren't about to cut your sleep short for something as inconvenient as a tickle.
"Bonnie, quit brushing the night guard's face with that thing."
"Aw, but 's so much fun!"
"It's gonna wake the night guard up!"
"Nu-uh!"
"Yes, you are!"
"Ye're both goin' t' wake sleepin' beauty up wit' how much yellin' ye're doin'."
There's some grumbling before the brushing on your nose stops. Then, you feel someone pluck one of your eyebrow hairs. That definitely wakes you up.
"Ow!" Your eyes snap open.
"Gah! Look at what ya did!"
"Look at what you did!"
You blink slowly, trying to focus your vision. Your eyes feel heavier than normal. Was it because you just woke up? You blink once, twice.
"Wait, wait, you're messin' with thah glitter," Bonnie scolds, lifting the bottle in his hand. Where did he get that? More importantly, did he put glitter on your eyelids?!
"What did you do to my eyes?" You ask, raising your eyebrow at Bonnie.
"Before ya start hatin'--"
"What exactly did you do?"
Bonnie gives you a sheepish smile, holding up a small mirror. You blink away the sleep from your eyes before looking into the mirror.
If you didn't know Bonnie was holding up a mirror, you would've thought you were staring at one of your childhood photos. There's way too much glitter on your eyelids. Messily drawn stars and flowers are scattered all over your face. Did someone dump red glitter on your nose? It definitely helped sell the clown look you were pulling off.
"Where did you get all this stuff?" That's what you were more shocked about. Not the fact that you looked like you just walked out of a circus. "Did the owner bring these things?"
"Actually, the old night guards--"
"Uh-huh! The ol' man brings us lotsa stuff!"
"Am I allowed to clean this off?"
"Mm, not until we're done!"
What else could they possibly add? A wig? Then, your look would be complete.
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Animatronics weren't built to dream. Bonnie can't consider this space a dreamscape. It's hard to describe it, but he knows he'll always find himself here. The only consistency he's known for years, decades.
It's a small space. There are no physical walls, but he's always felt like there was something keeping him in place. It might be his own consciousness.
The first he does, the first thing he does every time, is greet his soul with a cheery smile. He's never had much to say before, but today he does.
He tells him about you, the new night guard. His new friend. You're funny. You're smart. You're pretty. You're witty. A little petty.
"But we're best buds!"
He expects a positive response, even just an small smile. That's what he always gets.
"So what? The night guard will leave like the others."
"That's not true--"
"Where's Mike?"
"Well, he--"
"Left."
Bonnie pauses. Why was he so aggressive? He's always so quiet, but today... why is today different?
"He left, Bonnie. Why is this night guard any different?"
Bonnie shrinks back a bit. Why were you different? Because Bonnie just has a feeling. He has a good feeling about you. You're different. He knows you are.
He bites his lip. But how can he prove it? He doesn't know your name. You've never called him your friend. You always have a blank look. What if he was right?
No, no. He needs to trust you. You haven't done anything to prove otherwise. He needs to trust you.
He's snapped out of his thoughts by a hand grabbing his arm. It's black, inky. He looks down, watching the hazy figure of his soul.
"Can you trust the night guard?"
If Bonnie was human, he would be sweaty when he sits up. His heavy breathing breaks through the calm breathing of everyone around him.
That room. His spirit. Was that actually the room he remembered? Was that even his spirit? Or did his doubt cause something in his head?
With a sigh, Bonnie lays back down. He can't close his eyes. He's scared. For the first time in a long time, he's scared. He didn't even know he could be scared.
He takes a deep breath and turns his head left. He spots you.
"Can you trust the night guard?"
Maybe he shouldn't, but he finds himself reaching for your hand. Maybe he shouldn't, but he finds himself scooting closer when he feels your hand squeeze his. Maybe he shouldn't, but he finds himself closing his eyes with your hands intertwined.
When you come to work you expect a sense of normalcy. Oh, there's Bonnie and Chica arguing. Pirate Cove's curtain is closed as always. The Show Stage only has one animatronic present, Freddy.
However, today is different. There's an unease in the air. No chatter, no yelling. Just silence. You notice Pirate Cove's curtain being wide open. Not even the simplest detail was the same. Although, you could always count on the lights on being faulty.
"Hello?" You call out. No response. "Bonnie? Chica?" Nothing again. "Foxy?" Okay, you don't even know why you're still trying at this point.
A jingle reaches your ears. It sounds familiar. Spooky, but familiar. Was that Toreador March? What the heck was classic music doing in some haunted pizzeria?
The Show Stage lights flash, revealing a tall figure onstage. It wasn't Bonnie. He's not one for dramatic entrances. Wasn't Foxy. He has his own stage. Why would he need a different one? So, obviously, through your amazing detective skills, you deduce the man onstage is Mr. Freddy Fazbear himself.
"Uh... hello?"
He's silent. All you get in response is a glare? You can't even call it a glare. You think he's just squinting due to the show lights. You would be too. Those things are bright. They're blinding you too, and you're not the one under them!
"Uh, you're Freddy, right?"
"..."
"Yeah, I've heard about you from the owner and Bonnie... Apparently, you're pretty scary."
"..."
You cough, hoping to ease the tension. You think you made it worse because now he's approaching you. Menacingly. You're blaming that on all the animatronics' unnaturally tall stature. It's also the fact that Freddy already has such an intimidating look. Maybe you should start praying now.
You debate if running away is an avaliable option for you. Nope. He's probably faster than you. Spray him with water? That's funny. What water? Put your hand out? If you just say 'no,' the robber can't rob you. Obviously. Full proof strategy there.
His heavy footsteps stop. He looks down at you. Yup, its over for you. Goodbye, world.
You're shocked when you're met with a hankerchief. You blink. Huh? Well, that was the last thing you thought of.
Seeing your lack of response, Freddy shoves the hankerchief closer to you. Oh. He thought you were actually sick.
"Oh, no, I'm fine--"
Nope, he's still insisting.
"Really, it's okay--"
It's in your face, now. You really can't object. (More like, you're too scared of what's going to happen if you don't accept). You lift your hands to take the hankerchief, but he isn't letting go. You force a nervous chuckle. What now? Was it a trick? Gain your trust and then, what, slam you to the ground? Bite your head? Your imagination's really going wild today. You start to wonder if the musty pizzeria air is messing with you.
You're broken out of your thoughts when you feel Freddy press the handkerchief against your nose. Oh, he's trying to help, not kill you.
After helping you blow your nose (which keeps you in shock for a good second), Freddy steps away. No words are exchanged. (You don't even know what to say after that).
"Um... thanks," You manage to mutter before the room goes silent again. What you would give to have Bonnie here. Speaking of which, where is he?
You almost forgot why you were even here. You're the glorified babysitter for these animatronics and their friend too. You can only hope they weren't playing hide and seek again. Hopefully, someone wasn't already stuck in some strange place.
"So, uh... where's everyone else?" You ask, looking up at the bear.
He was definitely more intimidating up close. His blue eyes were practically blinding you. Were those wrinkles under his eyes? Oh, and freckles? How old is this guy? Actually, that's a dumb question.
From all of the (two) articles you read about this place, you know it's old. Like, old old. These animatronics were older than the owner and, by extension, you. You're getting off topic again.
Noticing your lack of an attention span, Freddy waves his hand in front of your face. You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the current situation.
"Sorry... the others. Where are they?" Once the question leaves your mouth, Freddy extends his hand to you.
"You'll take me?" He nods. You put your hand in his, and he brings you along as he walks through the pizzeria. Despite having such long legs, Freddy falls into step with you. It's actually kinda... sweet?
Your sweet moment is ruined very quickly once you hear loud snoring coming from nearby. You spot a huddled pile of three people with a ragged blanket drapped over them. So, while you were dealing with their intimidating boss, these three were napping away like nothing's wrong. You sigh, staring at the three of them. They were lucky they looked so cute because you would've woken them up already.
Freddy brings you over to the napping trio. You tilt your head. Does he want you to wake them up? Freddy taps the empty space next to Bonnie with his shoe.
"You want me to lay down?" You ask. That's a weird request, but who are you to refuse? It's not like you've been sleeping well these past few days, especially with having the night shift.
Awkwardly, you lay down next to Bonnie, resembling a log. At least, you were laying down.
You look up at Freddy, noticing him moving the blanket to cover all four of you. Once he's done, he sits down in front of you. A small lullaby begins to play, and you feel your eyes slowly closing. Eventually, your body relaxes and you shift into a more comfortable position.
v. There's A Book Over Here. The Night Guard Read A Book Once. And This Chair, The Night Guard Liked To Sit In Chairs--
"Bonnie, would you get up already? It's already been an hour since the night guard left. Stop sulking." Chica lets out a frustrated groan as Bonnie continues to hit his temple against the wall. She could practically see his gloomy aura from a mile away.
"Ya don't get it, Chica! The night guard is ma best friend! Ma soulmate even! The only one who understands me!"
"You don't even know the night guard's name. How can you be best friends, let alone soulmates?"
"'S called friendship at first sight! I don't need ta night guard's name ta be best friends!"
"Pretty sure it's love at first sight."
Bonnie shakes his head, looking at Chica like she's the one who doesn't understand. With a sigh, Bonnie goes back to losing braincells, not that he had many left, by banging his head against the wall.
"Wha's the bunny doin'?" Foxy asks as he looks down at the sulking bunny with a raised eyebrow. "'e been so full o' life an 'our ago."
"He's being dramatic. Said because the night guard left nothing's the same. As if the night guard wasn't coming back in a couple hours!"
Bonnie turns his head slightly to stick his tongue out at Chica. This close. Chica was this close to smacking some sense into Bonnie.
"No fightin' now, lads," Foxy says, resting his hand on Chica's head. "The big boss might get up on deck an' throw ye into time out. Ye know 'e be when we interrupt 'is lights out."
"Don't remind me. I had to clean out the supply closet last time--"
"The night guard was stuck in the supply closet a few hours ago..."
"--And organize the kitchen--"
"The night guard was in the kitchen once..."
"--And Bonnie ended up cleaning the office--"
"The night guard sat in the office..."
"Bonnie!"
"The night guard used to call me 'Bonnie'..."
"Because that's your name!" Chica groans, shaking her head. How could he find a way to bring the night guard up so much?
Bonnie sighs, continuing to hit his temple against the wall. Chica swears she hears the wall begin to crack.
"Stop doing that. Freddy's gonna hear you. Do you want to be put on cleaning duty again?" Chica reaches over, putting her hand between Bonnie's temple and the wall.
"Foxy, knock some sense into him!"
"Lass, why do ye think 'e'll listen to me?"
"Seniority?"
"Ye be a jolly one, lass." Foxy chuckles, ruffling Chica's hair before moving over to Bonnie. He takes a seat next to him nudging him with his arm.
"Ye wanna talk about it?"
"Nu-uh..."
Chica sighs, taking a seat next to the two of them. Bonnie leans his head on Foxy's shoulder with Chica doing the same.
"..."
"..."
"... The floor's still nasty."
"... Been tellin' ya."
"..."
"..."
"... Sorry."
"'Bout what?"
"For kinda being a jerk. I know the night guard's your first friend in years, so you obviously care a lot."
"'S okay. Was kinda dramatic myself, so I'm sorry too. I just miss my friend."
"That's fair... We should do something fun, when they get here."
"Yeah!"
It only took a few minutes for the two of them to pass out. Foxy could only sit patiently and hope they woke up soon for the good of his shoulders.
The soft taps of shoes make their way over to the trio, causing Foxy to glance up. He chuckles.
"Mornin', boss. 'ow'd ye sleep? Sorry if we was makin' too much noise. Bonnie been missin' 'is mate."
Without a word, Foxy feels an extra weight on his back.
"'eh, still tired, 'uh? Let's 'ope I can take all o' yer weight or someone's goin' to 'ave to sleep on the floor."
A soft melody begins to play which makes Foxy close his eyes. A little nap with his friends wouldn't hurt. Not like anyone came over during the daytime.
iv. I'm Starting A Kickstarter To Put Bonnie Down. The Benefits of Killing Him Is That I Would Be Stuck In Closets Way Less
It's been twenty minutes. So much for being the 'Hide and Seek Champion'.
You slid down on the wall, sitting on the, surprisingly dry floor but still dirty, floor. It's not like you had many options available. Sure, you could try to break down the door, but you definitely do not want to explain to the owner why one of the doors were broken (or why you even needed to break down a door in the first place).
All there was left to do is wait and hope Bonnie or someone, anyone, finds you. You're betting on someone else finding you first.
It's about twenty more minutes before you finally hear something on the other side of the door.
"Can't you just pick it with your hook or something?"
"Listen, lass, me hook ain't fer pickin' locks. It's fer intimidatin' me enemies."
"C'mon, please, won't you do it for lil' ol' me? The night guard's stuck in there!"
"The night guard? The bunny's befriended the night guard? Ye sure ye're nah lyin' t' me? The night guard's in thar?"
"Yes, and it's likely the night guard's dead with how long Bonnie's been looking."
"It's hasn't been that long! Chica's bein' dramatic!"
"Just open the door before the night guard dies of suffocation."
There's a soft click of the lock before the door swings open. You squint at the sudden bright lights on your face.
"Well, I'll be. It be the night guard." You hear a chuckle as a man squats in front of you. "Ahoy, little night guard. Looks such as yerself aren't dead, so me work 'ere be done."
With the amount of pirate he's talking, you're assuming this is Foxy. (It felt like every animatronic you met had an accent). The one the owner couldn't seem to stop talking about.
He's definitely taller and bulkier than Bonnie. Definitely more revealing than the others, with the big gap in his shirt that unveils a scar.
"Ye should drop by me cove, when ye get the chance. Been wantin' more visitors since the old man shut me down," Foxy says, winking in your direction before making an exit.
"Sugar, you're still alive!" Bonnie cries out, who had been practically twitching in place when Foxy was talking to you. He brings you into a tight hug, practically squeezing the life out of you.
"You really know how ta worry a bunny! I was lookin' everywhere--"
"He went to the Show Stage and backstage before giving up," Chica interjects, giving Bonnie a look.
"Well, in ma defense, that's usually where everybody hides!"
"You never find anyone there. I came out after you didn't find me for ten minutes."
"Lemme have ma moment with the night guard, Chica! Go check on the cake or somethin'!"
"Yeah, yeah." Chica huffs, walking away from the two of you.
"So, you wanna explain why I had to wait almost an hour for you to find me, mister Hide and Seek Champion?"
"Geh... Well, I maybe played Hide and Seek with ta gang once and won... And then, never played again. But I promise I was real close ta findin' ya! I've got a good nose, so I was on your trail! Didya know ya smell like fresh laundry?"
"Okay, first of all, that's a little weird. Second of all, if your nose was so good, how come you took so long?"
"It's uh... The other smells! This ol' buildin' reeks, so ma nose was havin' some trouble!"
"Right. I'll believe you. How did you end up finding me?"
"Uh... Lucky guess? 'S not like anyone tol' me!" Bonnie awkwardly laughs, releasing you from his embrace. Suspicious, but you really had no energy to get him to spill the secret. You really need a nap, on a bed preferably because of how much your back hurts.
"Hey, you two! The cake's done!" Chica calls out from the kitchen. Maybe you could go for some cake before your nap.
