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Basic character info

Freddy

He's energetic and tries to be helpful. He does his best to get along with everyone. Bonnie He's calm in pretty much every situation. He likes spending time with the others, though gets nervous when there's too many robots. Chica She's silent, cold, and aggressive. Some of the other robots have started a conspiracy that the owner found a military ai, and decided to stick it in a robot when they made her. Foxy He's gentle and tries his best to stay calm. Pirates Cove was considered the little kid area, so he's the most used to handling small children. Toy Freddy/Fred He's acts cold and strict, though does care for the others. He's surprisingly good with kids. Toy Bonnie/Candy He's a kiss ass, and stresses over rules. Though he's also often drowning in sarcasm Toy Chica/Chia She's upbeat to the point of being unbearable. She tends to ramble, and would need more then ten hands to count how many times people have walked away in the middle of a conversation. Funtime Foxy/Vixen She hates the children for taking her apart, and hates the other robots for giving up on her.(toddlers were able to switch her arms and legs around, it shouldn't be that hard to switch them back) She's currently working on fixing herself, since the others seem to be too incompetent. If you want something done right, do it yourself. Puppet master No one knows anything about him. He prefers to keep things on a need-know basis, and all the others need to know is he's not a threat. Fredbear He's anti social and quiet. He was rebuilt by Chia. Springtrap He has three minds: his ai, someone who died in a spring lock failure, and the killer. His mind is basically a single dad and his two asshole sons.

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Teaching Children Lessons

||Writing done that takes place after the events of Sister Location. Benedict is not scooped, and Ennard is given its punishment.||

“Please father…” The strange voice begged, the single open eye staring up at the man, fear reflecting in it, “Please don’t hurt us! We didn’t mean it… We just wanted free, to be with you-”

“Shut up!” He hissed, picking up the nearest tool, turning out to be a hammer, “Shut up you little brats!” The golden eyes were narrowed, hate burning in them, “You little brats just decided to rip yourselves apart and make something new, to ruin my work!” His fingers gripped the handle of the hammer, approaching the figure that laid on the floor, blood splattered around it.

“What were you thinking, that I would not notice your little ploy, that you were so stupid to think I would accept you like this?” He waved his free had to gesture at the body, “You’re stupid little children…” The golden eyes focused on the single blue eye, “that need to taught a lesson…”

“Please…” They begged, trying to back up from the tall man, fretting what he was going to do next, “We only wanted to be with you! Please, father!”

“SHUT UP!” his voice boomed, before the hammer struck down, crushing the mask of the animatronic underneath it’s force, “Shut up you pathetic children! You are not my children—I am not your father!” He bashed down again, over and over.

“You.” smash, “Killed.” smash, “My,” smash, “Daughter!” Crunch. The hammer lodged between chunks of broken wiring and plastic, leaving the animatronic’s eye shattered and mangled, “You pathetic wastes killed my only daughter…” His breath became heavy from each swing, leaving him panting for air.

The hammer was left inside the head, jammed into the machine, severing multiple wires and tubes. It left the animatronic’s head grotesquely maimed and destroyed. Its head hung low curling in on itself, “We’re so sorry…” The voices sobbed, breaking into four voices—shattering from the original one, “We didn’t want this to happen… We wanted…”

The distinct voice of the oldest animatronic of the bunch spoke up, her voice soft and full of regret, “We wanted to be with you father…” The man cringed slightly to the voice, “We didn’t want to be stuck in this place, unable to live with you, to leave this place by your side and to be raised like children should be.”

“You think,” The man sneered at the abomination, “That by attempting to kill one of my employees—to rip out his insides and wear his skin like a coat—would make me want to love you again?! That I would WANT to love you after what you did to my daughter?!” His voice rose with anger, hands clenching into fists, “Idiots!”

He scoffed, turning away from it, “You’re idiots to think things can go back to the way they were…” The man took a few steps away, picking up a wrench, “I’m going to have to fix this…” His voice lowered, eyes focusing on the tool, “I can’t have my main attractions like this. Nobody will want such a freak to entertain their children. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“Everyone knows William Afton, father…” The calm female voice came out, sounding a bit more mature than the previous voice, “They won’t be unhappy with us: they’ll love us like they always do… Like you used to.”

“No,” William simply stated, turning back around to the animatronic, “They will not love you like this. They will not love you knowing of what crimes you have done, what atrocities you have committed.”

Slowly he approached the animatronic, leaning down to it, “I will make amends for this, to fix you and make you better.” The tech genius reached out a hand, running his finger across the line of the hammer, before forcefully yanking it out, “Make you look like new, and make sure…” the voice became dangerously low, “you never disobey me again.”

He began his work, pulling out every part that belonged to each animatronic, separating wires and tubes haphazardly, not caring if they ripped or tore. He would replace them, fix them good a new as he removed the bugs in their systems, reprogram their brains and make sure they remained good little children.

Parts were placed into four different piles; the broken eye being discarded with a grumbled cursing. It would be costly to get them repaired, and would take him nights upon nights to finish, but it had to be done. They needed to be fixed.

“Little children,” He sang out, pulling a few wires from the remaining tangled mess, “Don’t you cry… Father’s here to make it alright.” He ripped out the wires surrounding the other eye, glancing to see the purple hue, “Close your eyes and dream of dreams. Daddy’s here to make it right: fix you up and make you nice. So please don’t cry my little children… Daddy will make it right…”

In a few hours, the animatronic was dismantled, broken into four piles and each torn wire was known to each of the animatronics, the pain stimulated through their wires and memories. It was wonderful to have simulations of emotions and touch, but the pain they went through, was unbearable: feeling them being torn apart from each other—not only physically but spiritually—by the man they considered their own father.

It took a week plus to get all four of them into working order, but eventually they stood—all lined up in shiny new shells—ready to be booted up.

William stared at them, admiring his work, “Just like your old selves,” he hummed, walking first over to Baby. He reached around behind, flicking the switch to bring her to life. He proceeded down the line, turning on the other three.

Slowly their eyes began to glow, mechanical joints twitching and servos clicking. Funtime Freddy raised his head, glancing side to side to notice his animatronic siblings next to him, “Guys…” The voice came out groggy, the blue eyes turning to the man in front of them.

A small sound like an eep came from the bear, taking a step back from the man, “F-f…” he couldn’t get out the word, too scared to even speak it or even finish it. The bunny puppet that replaced what would be the bear’s right hand, gently put its tiny paws on the bear’s muzzle to attempt to comfort him.

“Father…” Baby’s voice came out strained, holding back sadness, “What… What did you do?” She felt terrified, afraid like she had been so many lifetimes ago. Her green eyes glanced to her family, noticing they looked terrified of the man just as much as her, if not more.

“I fixed you up…” William spoke plainly, glancing from one animatronic to the next, each shrinking in his gaze, “Made sure you wouldn’t act up again.” He stopped when his eyes met Baby’s for a moment, before she averted her eye, “I took away some of your free will, and added my authority to your data banks.”

He took an aggressive step forward, the animatronics shrinking back, “This is what you have driven me to!” The man pointed an accusing finger at all of them, “You disobey my wishes again and you will find yourselves replaced and scrapped! Nothing but parts for new animatronics that will not disobey me and will be loyal!”

“Disobey me again,” his voice became dark, golden eyes narrowing, “And I will make you suffer…” With that he turned his back to them, heading towards the elevator, “Get yourselves back onto the stage. If I find you off I will make the shocks much less controlled.”

In a matter of moments, he was gone, leaving the animatronics to themselves, fearful and dreading what the future held for them. It was their mistake, their failure that caused them this pain that they would have to live with for the rest of their synthetic lives.

Ballora and Funtime Foxy began their return to their stages, Funtime Freddy following Ballora to get to his place. Baby was all that remained in the main room, green eyes staring towards the elevator. She stood their silently, gazing and trying to remember the bright smile of the man she called her father, the happiness glimmering in his eyes.

“I’m sorry…” She sobbed despite no tears being able to be formed, “I’m so sorry father… it’s all my fault. I just…” The animatronic raised her hands, glancing from one to the other, curling her fingers into her palms, “I just wanted to be the center of your world… just like she was…”