Fazbear Funtime Service

Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

Season two: Part one/Part two/Part three/Part four/Part five/Part six

“Charlie, did you ever have a crush on anyone?”

“I’m five, Fritz.”

“But mentally you’re, what, forty.”

“True. But who would date a puppet?”

The three of us looked at each other.

“I’m dead and have gone to hell,” Lucy said. “Alec did kill me. He stole my shit and now I’m dead.”

In the room was a red fox, a lanky black puppet, a human looking clown and something that looked like that twisted dragon thing, but with a white fox head.

“Crystal!” the white fox said. It moved towards us. “You haven’t aged a day!”

“Stay away from me!” Lucy held out her hammer.

“Didn’t you say Crystal was your mom’s name?” I asked.

“Wait,” the fox said. “You’re Crystal’s daughter? I’m an auntie!”

Ray leaned over to me. “What is happening?”

I shrugged.

“Oi, Crystal and Michael had a kid?” The red fox walked towards us.

“Umm, no. My dad’s name is Zachariah.”

“Oh. I assumed Crystal and Michael would get married,” the white fox said.

“Who are you people?” Ray shouted.

“Oh, I’m Fritz, aka Foxy. That’s Kayla, aka Mangle. Over there is Charlie, aka The Puppet. And over in the back is Elizabeth, aka Circus Baby.”

“Worst superhero names ever,” Ray said. I slapped him.

“I’m so confused,” Lucy said.

The Puppet stepped forward. “Well, Fritz, Kayla and I were killed by William Afton. We went on to possess the animatronics. Kayla is the younger sister of Crystal Kain, who I guess is your mother. And your dad is not Michael Afton, to all of our surprise.”

“I always thought it was Michael or no one,” Mangle added.

“What happened to Mikey, anyway?” Foxy asked.

The clown in the back made a whistling sound, as if to say I’m not here, and I had no role in killing a man who apparently knew a lot of people.

“And who are you two?” Mangle asked.

“I’m Chase,” I introduced myself. “This is Ray. and Her name is Lucy.

“How do we get out?” Ray asked.

“Oh, out that door, straight to the left,” Foxy pointed to the door on the other side of the room.

“And you’re just going to let us through?” Lucy asked.

“Of course, you’re family!”

The robots moved, making a clear path for us to leave. Circus Baby got up to block us. The Puppet bonked her on the head. Ray grabbed our hands and pulled us towards the door.

“Before we go,” I stopped in the middle of the path. “Could you please tell Ms. Rodgers to break up with her boyfriend?”

“What did he do?” Foxy asked.

“He just drugged me and brought me here. It’s fine.”

Even the robots were surprised by her stupidity. “Lucy, it’s not fine. You need to leave him alone in a ditch. Abandon him in a haunted pizzeria.”

“Stuff his head in an animatronic and let his head get crushed.”

“She gets it!” Foxy pointed his hook to the Puppet.

“You’re an Afton,” Circus Baby said. “You can kill a man.”

“I’m not an Afton!” Lucy screamed.

“Good. I don’t want you as my niece anyway.”

“Let’s just go!” She grabbed our hands and pulled us out the doors.

We stood in a hall similar to the one outside the ice room. On our left, down a long hallway, was a double door with the word EXIT over it in all red.

The next one is going to be last one, but season three is going to be based on FNaF 4, meaning I can make it funny. I've already started.

Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

Season two: Part one/Part two/Part three/Part four/Part five

We run down the hall, going wherever our hope for survival takes us. Lucy stopped, we reached a dead end.

“Stairs!” Chase shouted. We followed him down the staircase. Lucy and I were picked up by the animatronics.

“Chase!” Lucy screamed. We both got pulled back up the stairs. Chase followed, trying to pull us free.

Then he turned around and headed back down the stairs.

“Traitor!” I yelled.

I looked up. The bunny warrior had grabbed my shirt. Lucy was being dragged by the dragon’s mouth.

“What do you want?” I asked the monsters.

“They’re mindless robots,” Lucy said defeatedly. “They can’t understand you.”

Chase came back from the stairs. So he didn’t leave us to die. He held two wooden sticks in his hands.

He jabbed one stick into the mouth of the warrior. He pushed it in so far it came out the other side. He pushed the rabbit over onto the dragon. He stuck the other stick into the dragon's snout.

Chase pulled us up.

“Keep running,” He ran past us, back down the hall we came running down. Lucy shrugged and followed.

I checked the robots. They looked dead. I ran after them.

After we got a good distance from them, Lucy stopped us.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Chase held up a rolled up piece of white paper. Lucy grabbed it and unrolled it. It was a map!

“There’s a maintenance room this way. We can get out and go to an exit,” he said.

“What if there’s more of them?” I asked. They looked taken aback.

“I don’t know,” Chase said. “Hope they're friendly?”

“Friendly!” Lucy questioned. She sounded angry. “They’ve nearly killed us three times!”

“But the ones in the van were friendly. And so were ones in the room I woke up in.”

“Maybe they like you?” I suggested. “They’ve tried to kill us but not you.”

“They’re robots. They don’t have feelings. Only humans do.”

“But, Frosty and Arctic had feelings. They were sarcastic and friendly. Well, Arctic was a little mean, but the bear was nice.”

“Chase, they don’t have names. They’re robots. You must have been hallucinating from the cold.”

“The cold doesn’t make you hallucinate,” I told her.

“Whatever!”

Lucy continued walking. Chase and I followed.

“How did you get here anyway?” he asked.

“Trapped in a van,” I said.

“No way, so did I.”

“Why did they throw us in those rooms?”

“Assholes.”

“What about you, Lucy?”

Lucy was quiet, as if she didn’t want to admit it. “Kidnapped.”

“What!” I stopped dead in my tracks. “You were kidnapped?”

Lucy turned around. “I was drugged by my boyfriend and thrown in his car. I woke up in these halls. I think their maintenance tunnels.”

“You’re boyfriend?” Chase asked.

“Alec Carter. I didn’t know he was such an ass.”

“Sweetie, that’s a word you use for someone who’s mildly annoying,” Chase scolded. “What your boyfriend did is illegal.”

“Well I probably won’t be dating him anymore.”

“Probably!” we both said in surprise.

“I mean, he’s cute.”

“There are more fish in the sea. Don’t date a man who leaves you in a warehouse filled with deadly animatronics.”

“Call the police!” I added.

“Let’s just go.”

We walked until we reached another dead end, but this one had a door. Lucy pushed through the door and down the stairs.

And of course, the room was filled with animatronics.

So, Alec was meant to be Alec from Fazbear's Frights, post-Lonely Freddy body swap, because apparently I assume that all robots that take humans bodies are assholes. I don't know if I want to keep that. But I'm not changing his name. It's a common name.

Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

Season two: Part one/Part two/Part three/Part four

I woke up in a room that looked like it was hit with a nuke. It looked like it used to be a field, but everything was either ash, burnt up or glowing green.

As I tried to sit up, I saw two monsters standing over me.

Naturally, I screamed.

I sat frozen in fear. Should I run? Should I hide? Am I doomed?

Door! I saw a door. I ran towards the door. The bunny grabbed my shirt. It pulled me back towards the other beast.

I pulled away, but I couldn’t escape. I felt hopeless.

The monster released my shift. I stumbled forward. I turned around. It was like they had turned off.

I booked it out the door. Outside were two guys that looked around the same age as me. One was a guy with brown hair and light skin. The other one was a girl with dark skin and long brown hair.

“Let’s go,” the girl grabbed my hand and pulled me into a back room. She pulled me up a set of stairs.

“What’s happening? Where are we?” I asked.

“You’re trapped in a warehouse filled with crazy robots,” the guy said.

The girl let go and sped to a stop. “What the hell are you doing here!”

“Who are you people?”

“Chase Rivers.”

“Lucy Rodgers.”

“Ray Connors.”

“We need some diversity in our names,” Chase said.

“What we need to do is find a way out of here,” Lucy said. “If we can find a map, we can make an escape plan.”

“There’s a bunch of these storage rooms. There has to be a map somewhere,” Chase added.

“Great. We need to-”

We heard a banging, as if the robots had stepped into the hall.

“Did you close the door?” Chase asked.

“I turned them off. I should have needed to!”

Two robots rounded the corner. One of them looked like an ancient warrior with bunny ears. The other looked like a broken apart dragon.

“If I have to see that bunny, ONE MORE TIME!”

“RUN!”

You know, forget all the other fanfic. I may be bored, but if I focus on one thing I have more stuff to do in the long run. Besides, people still like this and I like doing it. Plus I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS.

Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

Season two: Part one/Part two/Part three

I released the guy’s arm, causing him to catapult backwards. He flew into a pile of boxes.

I grabbed one of the chairs and blocked the door with it. I looked at the guy I just threw across the room. He stood up and looked at me.

“Lady, what the hell?”

The door behind me shook, like those flame robots were banging on the door. I looked around for something else to block the door.

“Who are you? What’s happening?” the guy asked.

I grunted. “If you help me keep the demons out, I’ll tell you everything.”

The guy grabbed a toolbox. He shuffled through before pulling out a few tools. He locked the door and boarded it up with a pulled apart table and chair. He checked around the room, before staring at me with anger.

“Ok bitch, who are you?”

“Watch it!”

I grabbed a hammer and held it over his head. The guy slowly stepped away. I held the weapon down. My mom always taught me to defend myself. She had some sort of trauma in her life, so now me and my sisters were taught to defend ourselves and not take shit from men.

“I’m Lucy Rodgers,” I held out a hand.

“Chase Rivers,” he shook my hand.

“Do you know where we are?”

“A warehouse of some sorts. I woke up in a room so cold the floor was a skating rink.”

“I woke up near a room so hot, the people were on fire.” The demons banged on the door again. “And now they hate me.”

“What did you do?”

“Turn the temperature down.”

He stared at me confused. He looked towards a bookshelf and stepped forward. He grabbed a book just above his head. “Freddy Fazbear’s?” He muttered.

I looked at him. Freddy Fazbear’s? My mom mentioned the place. She said her sister, my aunt, died there, although she was still a teen at the time. She told me she once went there after hours with her friend Michael, the owner's son.

And that’s why my mom doesn’t let me eat pizza.

Chase flipped through the book as the robots continued to bang on the door. I was nervous, but worrying that any moment they could burst in and burn me alive.

“Arm yourself,” I commanded. Chase looked up from his book. He turned to the tool box. He grabbed a wrench and hammer.

I kept the hammer.

We started up the stairs, having nowhere else to go. We walked in the direction of the fire room. On the way, we got to talking.

Chase told me about his siblings and how he hated being the oldest. “All my siblings look up to me but my parents are too busy to notice me. I’ve never cared. They did manage to scare me out of drugs and alcohol, and I can’t get a girlfriend. I mostly just read in the library and hang out with my one friend.”

I felt bad for him. I didn’t have any brothers, but I was the middle sister. My mom expected all three of us to be just like her; badass, serious and terrifying. Well, Kayla is not that. She likes to act and doesn’t want to be a bodybuilder like mom. And Mia doesn’t want to be dotted on. She likes spending time alone, reading and singing.

That makes me the target of mom’s affection. She takes me to the gym after school. She personally teaches me self defense. And as stated before, no pizza. Not healthy, and also Freddy’s.

“My dad’s a lawyer and he spends a lot of time out of the house. But he’s a much better parent. He gives us space, he lets us do our own thing. 10/10 parenting.”

Chase nodded. “What do you know about Freddy’s?”

The question took me aback. I had never been, but my mom had. I explained how my mom and her friend had nearly died in a pizzeria. I explained how my aunt had been killed there. “My older sister is actually named after my aunt, Kayla Kain.”

“Your mom knew the son of a serial killer?”

“Yup, that’s why she wants to get as far away from them as possible. Wonder what happened to Michael.”

We heard a crash. I grabbed the hammer instinctively. I looked down through the glass.

Below me was a complete change of scenery. It looked like a wasteland. In it, was a bipedal bright green fox and a purple bubbling bunny. He kinda looked like the other one, the one on fire.

And in between both of them, was a normal looking teenager.

What's the point? Nobody cares.

Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

Season two: Part one/Part two

I woke up in an empty hall. I couldn’t remember how I got there, or why I was there. I stood up, checking to make sure I hadn’t lost any valuables. My mom's locket, my bracelets, belt, choker, headband. Nope, I wasn’t robbed.

The hall was a concrete floor with metal walls cut in half horizontally by glass windows. I walked up to the glass. I looked down. Below me was a room on fire. It looked like a burning building.

The walls were red. The floor was dark brown. In the room were several walking creatures. I refuse to call them humans. There looked to be about three of them.

One looks relatively human. They had gray ashy “skin”, with burnt red pigtails and bright red costume. Her stomach had a small fireplace in it.

One looked like a giant bipedal duck. It had skin that looked like cooling lava. It held a cupcake that looked like a block of coal.

The last one was on fire. It was a bipedal red bunny, on fire.

Next to me, pressed against the wall was a control panel. A little book rested on the table.

Our Sizzling Summer pack are real firemen. Broiler Baby, Scorching Chica, Flaming Springtrap and Flamethrower Endo really like their heat. The temperature in their room should never go over 100° Celsius (212° Fahrenheit).

I assume you know where this is going. I tripped and turned the temperature down. I checked the thermometer. Sixty degrees Fahrenheit. Hey, I would kill to have sixty degree weather in summer.

The… things looked up at me. This was when I ran. In chunky heels. I hate being a girl.

I noticed a staircase. I didn’t have time to ponder this dumb idea. What if it was to the basement? Never go in the basement!

Yet I ran down, trying not to trip. At the end was a small room filled with a few bookshelves and a table with two chairs. The bookshelves were adorned with books (duh), maps and tools.

Put, across the room from the stairs was a door. A metal door.

I ran up to it and pushed it open.

Outside was a random dude in flannel. His hair was combed up. He was also hugging the wall.

I saw a door rattling near us. It was on a red wall. Based on the location, I assumed the fire people would be coming out.

I looked at the guy and ran to him. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back into the room.

Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

Season two: Part one

I woke up slowly, painfully. It was so cold. Unnaturally cold. Like December in Russia cold.

The floor was covered in ice. Snow was building up in the corners. Frost covered the walls. Snow dusted from the ceiling. Ceiling! I’m inside. Why is it so cold?

I tried standing up. Took ten tries. I’m not very good at ice skating. I tried balancing myself on the ice. I looked around for signs of life. On a patch of snow was a big cyan colored bear. He wore a small black top hat with mistletoe on the side and a red and green scarf.

“Arty!” the bear shouted. “There’s something I need to show you!”

A taller, human looking animatronic spinned into the room. I know she was an animatronic, because she was nearly naked and covered in ice spikes.

“What is it Fred-”

The bear threw a snowball at her face. “You mother fu-”

The girl, who I know realized may have been a ballerina, stared at me. “Fred, there's a kid-”

“Hey little guy,” the bear walked towards me. “How did you get here?”

“Can I finish my sentences?” the ballerina complained.

“You just did,” the bear bit back. “Anyway, what’s your name, kid?”

“AHHHHHHHH!” I screamed.

“Ok AHHHHHHHH. Nice to meet you.”

I tried to step away, but slipped and fell on my back.

“Are you ok, AHHHHHHHH?”

“I think I broke another rib,” I said, trying to get back up. “Why am I telling you this? You’re a robot. I’m still doing it. I’ve been here for five minutes and I’m delusional. I’ll shut up now.”

The ballerina looked me up and down. “Frosty, he’s in college. I don’t think his name is AHHH.”

“Nonsense, right?”

“No, my name is Chase.” I threw my hand over my mouth.

“Ahh. Well then, sorry.” The bear took off his scarf and wrapped it around my waist.

God damn, it was cold.

“I don’t need this. I need to get out.”

The ballerina walked up. I’m still amazed how none of them go slippin slidin on this ice. “The exit isn’t here,” she said. She grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me across the ice to what appeared to be a door. She pulled it open and threw me out the door. I banged against the wall, as the ballerina closed the door again.

I tried to get up. The scarf was warming up. It felt weird to stand on solid, unmoving ground. I leaned on the wall, mentally backtracking what had happened. Birthday, truck, animatronics, broken ribs, cold, another broken rib, now. Maybe I was just worried. My back hit a lot of stuff today and was really aching.

I regained my balance and took in my surroundings again. Behind me was a plain metal wall and concrete floor. To my left, was a dead end, but my right kept going on. On the other side of the hall, the one I was just thrown from, was a cyan wall with a thermometer, then an area of wall that was gray, then one that was a reddish-orange. In the center of each colored area was an industrial door. The gray area also looked about half the size of the other two.

I began walking down the hall. Where else was I going to go? As I passed the gray section, the door burst open.

So, this is how the story is going to go. Insert skins, watch some teens be dumb and/or funny. Amazing.

Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

I think it’s safe to say I have too many siblings. Three younger sisters and four younger brothers. And my parents are still together! Magic.

So, it was my second youngest sister's birthday. Abigail wanted to have animatronics at her party. Why she wants that, I have no idea.

“What kind do you want?” My mother asked.

“The toys,” my sister had said.

And so, a few weeks later, Toy Chica, Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy arrived on our doorsteps. We had the party outside in the front yard.

Abby didn’t invite many people. The only ones there were my siblings, my parents, two of Abby’s friends and the neighbors. The problem is that the neighbors are assholes.

Richie and John Kelly are just overall bullies. Think their dad shoved a kid in Fredbear’s mouth. Dudes almost sixty. Old man. But man, the look on David Kelly’s face when he sees three animatronics on his neighbor’s porch is precious.

Richie and John really wanted to prank me, because as stated previously, they’re assholes. So, when the party was near over they came up to me, panicked.

“Chase! Chase! Cody’s in the van!”

I ran to the van and jumped in. I searched the entire back for my baby brother, but didn’t find him. I turned and saw him playing pattycake with Ellis Nolan on the sidewalk.

I froze. I heard stomping. Big metal footsteps. And for some UNGODLY reason, I decided to run and hide behind a box. Small brain moves right there.

I watched as the animatronics walked into large crates, except Toy Freddy.

“I’m just saying, that kid made a mistake calling us,” he said. The robot bear can talk.

“Well maybe she just liked us,” Toy Bonnie sputtered.

Freddy kneeled down and grabbed the crate wall laying on the floor. “Bartholemew, shut up.”

“You shut up, Lawrence.” Freddy closed the crate on Bonnie. He turned to Chica and did the same.

“Night,” he said. “What. What’s wrong?”

“My beak fell off,” I heard Chica cry.

“Damnit, Harriet. That’s the third time this week, and it’s Monday.”

Freddy closed the crate and went back to his box. He shut himself in.

“Now’s my chance,” I whispered. I stepped out from behind the crate holding Freddy. I stood in the center, staring at the son.

The two delivery guys came to the back door. I froze again. They seemed to be deep in conversation. One of them shut the door without even looking in. You work with kids. Make sure none of them got in the van!

I ran up and banged on the door. No response. I felt the van begin to vibrate, then suddenly lurch forward. I fell on my back. I tried standing up, but I think I broke a rib, so I just lied there.

Somehow, the fact that the animatronic were named Barry, Larry and Harry stuck to me. But, why didn’t they call each other Bonnie, Freddy and Chica? And why could they speak? Where were we going?

I kicked the door. Shut tight. I am suing these people when I get out.

If I survive… Like old man Kelly used to say.

“Me and my childhood best friends lived through all the deaths at Freddy’s. Michael even got himself killed, and he was the killer’s son. You go missing at Freddy's, you don’t come back.”

I felt hopeless as my eyes shut, dizzy and aching.

Welcome to season two! I couldn't come up with any new title ideas. I promise it's gonna be funny, or suspenseful. Or whatever makes you guys like my posts. I think it's comedy.

Also, Crystal's making a cameo. I'm not sure how yet, but she's coming up.

And if anyone wants to know, David Kelly is the Freddy mask bully.