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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.
iii. If There Are Any Spirits Here Tonight, Tell Me, Does This Sound Like Shakira?
"Hey, Bonnie."
"Ya?"
"What's up with the kitchen camera?"
Bonnie perks up from his place on the rolly chair, which he stole from you once you got up to fix the cameras. He rolls himself over to you, peeking over your shoulder.
"Oh, Chica's usually there makin' herself snacks, which she doesn't wanna share. 'S why there's a buncha pots and pans bangin'," Bonnie grumbles, glaring at the static filled screen.
"Wait, the kitchen has ingredients that aren't expired?"
"Eh. We don't really need food, but a lil bit don't hurt. The ol' man sometimes brings over ingredients 'cause Chica asks. She's a real chef, but she won't share with us. Almost bite me when I tried to get one of 'em chocolate cookies she made!" Bonnie pouts, looking close to throwing a punch at the camera.
"I can make you something, if you're actually that hungry."
Bonnie brightens before squinting at you. "Wait, wait. You can cook?"
"Like box cake and stuff. That's good enough, right?"
"I'll take what I can get."
"Chica! Guess who~?" Is what Bonnie says before he is brutally attacked by a cupcake.
"I already told you to not bother me!"
"Gah! Carl! Carl! Down! Off! Bad cupcake!"
You can't help but let a chuckle escape your lips. Now, yes, Bonnie was your friend, technically, but you had the right to laugh at your friends every so often.
"You're so mean ta me, sugar..." Bonnie mutters once he pulls the violent cupcake off of him. The cupcake hops away, and lands on the shoulder of a blonde girl, who you assume is Chica.
She crosses her arms and glares at Bonnie. "What're you doing here? I already told you: I'm not cooking you something. You can just learn!"
"Yeah, well, I could. Or, better I can get a good ol' friend ta do it for me!" Bonnie swings his arm around your shoulder with a smug grin.
"You're making the night guard do free labor?"
"Yeah, hold on a second. Why am I doing this for free?"
Bonnie stiffens, whistling and looking away. "Because we're best buds, and you would do anythin' for me?"
You raise an eyebrow. "I suddenly don't have the motivation to make that cake."
"Oh, c'mon. Ya can't mean that, doll!" Bonnie whines, shaking your shoulder. "All the people here are so mean ta me!"
"On purpose, bunny boy," Chica says, "If you really want that cake, I could teach you-"
"Gah! But baking is so boring! I don't have the attention span ta measure ingredients!"
"Then, you're not getting cake."
"..."
"... Fine, but I call the night guard being my partner!"
And by being his partner, it meant you did most of the work. He, on occasion, handed you a measuring tool or an ingredient. You think you saw him take a spoon of cake batter.
Once you and Chica slip the cakes into the oven, it is dead silent. There wasn't much to talk about. You don't think the animatronics are interested are hearing about your life outside of the pizzeria, especially since there wasn't much to say. Sad, but true.
"Y'know, we should-"
"Nope." Chica quickly interrupts.
"Oh, c'mon, ya didn't even bother to hear me out!" Bonnie pouts, leaning on the counter.
"Last time you suggested something to do, something broke and you ended up stuck in the supply closet."
"But this'll be fun! Promise!" Bonnie gives the two of you a toothy grin. "It'll definitely be better than waitin' in silence!"
"... Fine. What's your idea?"
"Hide and seek!"
Play Hide and Seek in an abandoned pizzeria. It'll be fun, he says. Well, he's wrong. Very wrong.
Not only are you stuck somewhere with no way out. The lights aren't working, it's a tight space, and it absolutely reeks.
"Stupid pizzeria with its faulty lighting..." You groan, hitting your head against your palm. All you could really do is wait for Bonnie to find you. And, if he's as good of a finder as he bragged to be, this would only take a few minutes. At least, you hope so.
You hum quietly under your breath, tapping your foot against the floor. Now, you really think you'd prefer watching the cake bake than stand in a tight space while waiting for a self-proclaimed champion of hide and seek to find you-- Did someone just breath in your face?
Oh, great. You almost forgot this pizzeria was haunted. How many ghosts haunt this place?
"Who's there?"
No response. Even better. You were dealing with a ghost who didn't want to talk to you. Was that a bad sign?
"I'm sorry for intruding in your space, ghost. Just playing hide and seek with my pals. Got stuck in here on accident. I promise I'll be out once my friend finds me. No hard feelings, right?"
Who would've guessed? No response again. You sigh. Maybe you can take the silence as a positive? Nope, nope, now there's an invisible hand on your shoulder.
"... You... Friend...?"
"Uh... Yes?"
"... Be... Friend..."
"You wanna be friends? I guess we can be... I mean, you don't seem evil. Maybe an issue with personal space, but I'll be fair because we are stuck in a tight space."
"Happy..."
"That's great, buddy..." There's a flash of a figure in front of you before the breathing and invisible hand on your shoulder disappears.
Maybe you got off on the wrong foot, so that's why you decide to talk to the animatronics before your shift started. Hopefully, you could convince them to not scare the living daylights out of you, if they really wanted to be friends.
"Hi, guys..." You smile at the silent animatronics. You must look crazy to anyone passing, not that there should be considering how late it was.
"I had a little talk with one of you, yesterday," You steal a glance at Bonnie, "As well as the owner. You guys just want friends, right? Well, I'm willing to be said friend. As long you as you guys can agree to not jump scare me each time we see each other?"
Silence. No one moves.
"Well, okay, I'll take that as a yes."
A certain bunny didn't seem to catch the last part about scaring you.
"Sugar~!"
"Gah!" You look up from the cameras and notice Bonnie standing in front of the window. You had a feeling he would be the first. He seems to be the most friendly, which you're basing on the fact that the other animatronics have not come around.
"I thought I said to not scare me."
"Well, golly, 's a bit hard to do that when I look like this. Gimme a sec!" Bonnie disappears from the window, and a beautiful man reappears?! And did he have bunny ears?
"This a bit better? Do I look less spooky to ya, doll face?"
"You're Bonnie?"
"Who else would I be? The Easter Bunny?"
"Well, I wasn't expecting a random guy. Why exactly do you look like... This?"
"Story sharing? Golly, we're best friends already!" Bonnie brightens up, flashing you a toothy grin before entering the office. With a lack of a second chair, he decides to move aside a few things on your desk before sitting on top of it.
"Guess I should tell ya that everybody 'ere can look human. They just gotta wanna. 'S 'cause the ol' man said some of the kiddos are scared of us. He was hopin' us lookin' more human would bring in more customers," Bonnie explains. "This is the most human we can get. Can't abandon the animal ears."
"Oh, so, they're real? I thought they were just an accessory."
"One hundred percent real, sugar. See?" Bonnie pulls a piece of his hair back to reveal his purple bunny ears connected to the side of his head. To further prove his point, he raises each ear without his hands.
"'Nough proof for ya, doll?"
"I'm still trying to process it. It's not everyday you get to see a guy with real bunny ears." You shrug, scooting over to flick through the cameras.
"Are ya gonna look at the others? I don't think they're gonna move. I told 'em I'd be sticking around the office tonight and to respect your space."
"You sound like a dog trying to stake a claim..." You mumbles, shutting off the monitor. There was no point in keeping it on, if Bonnie was telling the truth.
"The only thing me and dogs have in common is how adorable we are. Nothin' else. If I ever start chasin' ma tail, I might as well be a different guy entirely!"
"You have a tail? Like an actual bunny tail?"
"What kinda bunny would I be if I didn't, doll?"
"I just thought you'd only have bunny ears, especially if you were trying to appear human."
"Nah, I've got ma little cottontail with ma ears, and, of course ma buckteeth as well." Bonnie opens his mouth, leaning towards you to show off his teeth. Huh. They were kinda cute.
Now that you properly look at him, Bonnie is actually cute. The accent, the buck teeth. He probably had one of those cute laughs that would make you laugh as well. He was definitely an upgrade to most of the boys you've seen.
"It's hard to believe you're actually an animatronic. Minus the ears and tail. You'd actually be a pretty cute guy," You say, resting your chin on your fist.
"Golly, sugar. You really know how to make a guy blush!" Bonnie chuckles, his face flushing slightly, "'M gonna be replaying that in ma head forever."
"Can ya say it again?"
"Geez, was one time not enough for you?"
"I think I had somethin' in ma ear. I need to hear it again to be sure I heard ya right!"
