Freddy Fazbear's Pizza (FNaF2)

Of course, I will update the FNaF 2 Map once the movie drops

"Sorry, we couldn't afford a kitchen, you have to get your own pizza! You can still play the games which also cost money."

Remember when the Soviet Union invaded Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and Toy Freddy bit a Soviet general in what became known as the Bite of '87? Good times.

(Screenshot taken by me.)

So I have a theory of the bite of 87

Maybe a vampire did it 🧛‍♀️

Before you start yelling out in the comments, Hear me out.

Vampires only come out at night, maybe the bite of 87 took place at night, vampires can also bite and suck blood, and maybe a worker at Freddy Fazbear’s might have been a vampire, that vampire might have been responsible for the bite of 87, or maybe the animatronics where controlled by a vampire to cause the bite, which lead to the Toy Animatronics being scrapped.

Or, maybe I’m like Ken Jeong from Masked Singer and I’m a terrible geusser

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six

Mangle spoke in it’s garbled voice. “You may not recognize me, but it’s me. Kayla.”

I got the hammer ready. The only light in the room was the pale moonlight.

“Kayla?” I hardly believed it. “No, it’s not real. You’re not a robot.”

“That’s confusing. Basically, I was killed by a yellow bunny man and the Puppet made me possess Mangle.”

Who came up with this?

“I missed you, Crystal,” Kayla said. Mangle moved her head to the side.

“Wait, are the other animatronics possessed?”

“Yup. Freddy is possessed by Gabriel, Foxy is Fritz, Chica is Susie, Bonnie is Jeremy, The Puppet is Charlie, Golden Freddy is Cassidy and Chris, and BB is a demon.”

“Wait, what!”

“Well, not a demon, but he acts like one.”

“No before that. Who’s Golden Freddy?”

“You know, the yellow Freddy suit. They’re in the Part’s and Service room, behind the wall. I thought you would have seen them.”

“I don’t remember a Golden Freddy.”

“Chris says they used to be Fredbear.”

Fredbear? Of course. He was the springlock suit before Freddy’s. I never went there. We had a Freddy Fazbear closer to our house. Then we moved next door to the Aftons. Now we have one down the street.

“Hey, Kayla, what was the name of the yellow bunny?”

“Spring Bonnie.”

I froze. Kayla noticed. “Is something confusing? I mean, I’m surprised that GF can fit two souls, but I don’t care. Oh, I think Chris is Michael’s brother. What happened to him?”

That’s not what I was worried about. Michael’s dad was the one who wore the Spring Bonnie suit.

Did William Afton kill my sister?

“I’m going to let you go now,” Kayla interrupted my mental breakdown. She scuttled past me and out into the main hall. I got a glimpse of Craig, alone in his office. He looked so confused.

I turned back to the window. I stepped forward and hit it with the hammer. I cracked. I took a few steps back and threw the hammer at the window.

I hopped through the large hole. I got cut with some glass but I knew I would be fine. I ran to the back exit and grabbed my bike. Mike’s was still there.

I hoped he would understand. There is a very real possibility one of us won’t make it out.

I hopped on the bike and rode home.

The animatronics had all gathered in the main room. I didn’t get much of a chance to see them, but I did see that Bonnie was wearing a plastic Bonnie mask.

“I have a face!” I heard vaguely.

I slammed the door behind me. The room wasn’t that big, it went behind the stage. It was mostly for people to control the dancing and songs.

I approached the door. I saw Foxy and the Puppet out of the corner of my eye. I jumped back.

“Hello, Michael,” the Puppet said. They floated closer. “Long time no see.”

“Do I know you?” I asked.

“Well, my father is a very close associate of your’s.”

“Charlie,” I realized.

Foxy sauntered forward. “And Fritz.”

“That kid who had a crush on Cassidy?”

Foxy turned his head so I couldn’t see. I don’t think robots can blush.

“But wait, didn’t you die?”

Charlie looked down. I guess she was frowning, but she had that plastered on smile.

“Yes. Fritz, Jeremy, Cassidy, Susie, Gabriel and I. We were all killed by Spring Bonnie. Chris is here too, just not right now.”

I took a deep breath. I looked up at the clock. One fifty-five. This would never end.

“Wait Spring Bonnie, but dad wears the Spring Bonnie suit.”

Charlie and Fritz nodded, as if to say keep going.

“And all the other Spring Bonnie suits were destroyed, except my dad’s.”

More prodigy from the robots.

“So that means-”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. Charlie and Fritz nodded.

My dad. He killed my best friend. He killed the family best friend. Chris and Elizabeth loved to play with her and Sammy. And I, well, she was sweet and caring. I didn’t actively hang out with her, but she was still fun at Thanksgiving and Christmas. And he killed her.

And the other five. What did they do? Why did he-?

I pressed against the wall and slid down. I pulled my knees up to my face, holding back every tear.

“You broke him, Emily,” Foxy quipped.

“Well, promise you won’t kill him.”

“I won’t. It’s just… They look the same, right? In the dark, the only difference is that he is shorter.”

“Fair enough. Still, no killing.”

I pulled my legs away. My dad! Knowing what he’s capable of, would he kill me?

No, he wouldn’t. If there's anything he hates more than losing two of his kids to his creations, it’s killing his own son. I’m almost his clone. He doesn’t even let me touch the stove. I’m seventeen and he rarely lets me cook. He wouldn’t stab me and stuff me in a suit, right?

But, after I killed Chris he did get a little abusive. And when mom left, it got a bit worse. And then she died and he stopped. But, sure he’s abusive but that doesn’t mean he would kill me. Right? R-right?

“I should go.” I stood up and began to head to the door. I clinged to the wall, thinking if I let go I would fall back into my shattered reality. Is he the reason Elizabeth died? Did he put that claw there for someone else? Did he give Fredbear’s jaw so much force knowing some dumb kid would get shoved in there? Did he kill mom? He said it was a hit and run. Did he-

“Oh and Michael,” Foxy broke me from my stupor. I turned.

“Next time you murder your sibling, don’t wear my face while you do it.”

In another scenario I would joke, “I don’t have any other siblings to kill.” But now, going through the five stages of “my dad’s a killer” grief, I just said “yeah,” in a monotone I will never be able to replicate.

Charlie pointed past me. “Also that’s the wrong door.”

I turned back to see the door back to the main room.

“Oh, guess I’m out of it.” I turned and started to exit. I stopped just a foot away from the door, listening to the faint, robotic chants of “Cut the bitch! Cut the bitch!””

Foxy and the Puppet turned, apparently confused as well. Looking back, I probably needed something to snap me out anyway. Why not investigate?

I did a 180 and walked through the main door, with the confidence yet wondering that Fritz and Charlie didn’t stop me.

There, in the center of the room, surrounded by animatronics, was my dad.

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Crystal hid under the table. I crouched next to her.

“Ok genius, NOW WHAT!” she whisper-yelled.

“I don't know,” I replied.

Crystal dug her nails into the flashlight. “We can’t beat two seven-foot-robots.”

“Wait! My dad lets the animatronics run around freely at night. Something about their systems locking up. But, the Toy animatronics have facial recognition systems that get messed up at night, attacking anyone left at Freddy’s incase they’re robbers or hackers or whatever. So, the night guards are instructed to wear a Freddy mask to interrupt their systems. I guess Freddy’s just dumb.”

“GET TO THE POINT!” she screamed. She covered her mouth but I could see in her eyes she knew it was too late.

I reached up and grabbed two plastic masks, a Foxy and a Chica. Like the ones me and Corey wore when I accidentally murdered my brother. “We could use these to mess with their sensors.”

She grabbed the Chica mask and put it on. I held the mask, the PTSD flowing through me.

“It’s either wearing that mask or dying by the hands of Freddy,” she told me. She shuffled out of the prize corner. I reluctantly put on the mask and swapped out the flashlight with the stabby stick.

“Random human!” Freddy called out, “where are you?”

Foxy pointed at us with his hook. “Found them!”

“No, that's Foxy and Chica.”

“Gabriel, I’M FOXY!”

“No, he’s Foxy.”

“And that’s not Chica. Her jaw isn’t twisted.”

“No, that's Chica.”

Foxy let out a robotic, girly squeal. “Why was my brother friends with you? I’ll just kill them.”

I saw Chica come out. Oh my god, they were broken. Where did Bonnie’s face go? What happened to their arms? Oh my god, Chica’s jaw!

Bonnie pointed with his one arm. “Hey look, it’s Chica.”

Foxy let out his most robotic mangled, shriek. He turned and ripped off our masks.

“Afton!” Chica, Bonnie and Foxy exclaimed.

Freddy pointed to us. “But he’s small. And who’s she?”

“His accomplice!”

The Toy animatronics peeked out from the stage. The puppet broke out from the music box. The Marionette spoke, but it sounded like she was piecing apart prerecorded audio. “Michael?”

And to make matters worse, Mangle crawled out of her/his little cove. It’s jaw dropped and it spoke in the most twisted, glitchy voice I have ever heard. “Crystal!”

“They know who we are!” I cried. Crystal pushed me around Freddy and pulled me down the bathroom hall.

And of course the first animatronic she hit with a chair was Balloon Boy.

I stayed up til 12:30 writing this, but didn't post any of them since I knew no one would see. There's nine parts, with part nine kinda being an extra. I had a lot of fun writing these and it's almost over :(. Well, I got nothing better to do, so theirs a gonna be sequel, set during a different game. And even if no one cares, I'll still write it, just keep it private.

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four

Michael and I ran into the parts and service room. We pushed a file cabinet in front of the door.

“We need to get out,” Michael stated the obvious.

“Yeah, how!”

Michael reached into his backpack. He grabbed his flashlight. It was then when I realized I dropped the flashlight in the rush. Fantastic, our only source of light was in his hands.

The room didn’t have much in it. Loose wires, a few tables, some shelves and the filing cabinet. The shelves were dotted with blueprints, tools and jars of bolts, nuts and nails. A few feet from him was a wall that split the room in half, but not completely. You could still get to the other side. It looked like there was more stuff on the other side.

“Camera!” Michael walked up to the corner near the door. “The nightguard can see this. He might call someone.”

“He’ll call our parents,” I told him.

He looked like he was considering it. “Honestly, better than dying.”

“Your dad’s going to kill you.”

“Have you seen him? I can outrun him. I’ve seen sticks with more fat than him.”

Well, he was right. Michael looked a lot like his old man, but with more meat on his bones and he looked like he slept. They had the same voice, same light skin, same dark blue eyes, same mop of brown hair. In fact, they basically had the exact same southeastern British accent. His mom is American, so it’s weird. It’s almost like they’re voiced by the same guy.

The camera started to move around. “He’s watching,” Michael said. HEsaid it like a serial killer, the light from the flashlight only making him look crazier.

“Can he hear us?” I asked. He shrugged. The camera turned off. “What now, genius?”

Michael looked around. The room didn’t have anything. “Maybe there’s a back exit.” Michael walked off to the other side of the room, leaving me in pitch darkness.

The voices of the animatronics flew back to me. Foxy, my favorite, he didn’t sound like he used to. I replayed his little shanty in my head, he definitely changed. Chica had clearly stuffed her hands in a meat grinder. Her jaw was pretty freaky. And seriously, what happened to Bonnie?

Freddy seems off, but I can’t put my finger on it. He seemed almost sentient. They all did. But that couldn’t be right. They were just robots.

But then again, who was Gabriel? And how did the Puppet know Mike? And how did Mangle know me?

I checked my watch. It was one thirty. Mike never told me when shift’s change.

I jumped at a knock on the door. I pushed the cabinet a little to the side and knelt down to see through the keyhole. On the other side, I could see a hand. A flesh hand. There was someone on the other side, a human.

I sighed with relief. I stood up and pushed the cabinet out from in front of the door. Just in case, I grabbed the knife from my bag.

Michael returned with the flashlight. “Is someone there?”

I nodded and pulled open the door. On the other side was an older looking guy, brown hair covered by a blue security hat, light skin, black pants and light blue button up. On his shirt, he wore a badge and a nametag reading “Craig.”

“What are you two doing here?” Craig asked.

“We’re looking for her sister,” Mike explained.

“Did you find her?” Craig asked.

We gave him a look like no, of course not.

“We can’t find the exit, do you know where it is?” Michael asked.

“Sadly no. They don’t tell us because one guy in another location left during his shift to take a smoke. He ended up getting killed. Most places now lock the back doors.”

“Wait,” I stopped him. “I just realized we came in through the back door.” I started laughing hysterically.

“We can’t go there, the animatronics think I’m my dad.” I stopped laughing.

“Who’s your dad?”

“William Afton.”

“The owner. Yikes.”

“And the rest of my family is dead.” He made a smile that read I’m dead inside.

“Well, you two need to get out. There are windows in the bathroom.”

Craig pointed behind him to the bathrooms. He let out a shriek before running back to his office.

Michael turned to me. We both saw as Foxy chased after him. But behind him were Mangle and the Marionette, and they didn’t look like they wanted to kill Craig.

We shut the door and put back up the barricade. We were trapped.

I checked my watch. One forty.

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My dad seemed relieved to see me. He pushed away Toy Chica and Bonnie and walked up to me. I wasn’t much help. I rubbed my arm even though I was fine. I rubbed my sneakers to my ankles. I awkwardly stood there, preparing to hide in my hoodie for safety.

Dad came up and hugged me. I could tell he had been crying, but still was angry.

“Where were you?” he asked. “Do you know how worried I was? I thought you were missing! You know you’re not allowed here without me!”

“I had a friend,” I told him. “Crystal, from next door.”

“And she may be strong and brave but Freddy’s is hard and deadly. Do you know how many kids go missing here? Why just a few days ago Crystal’s sister vanished. I don’t want that to happen to you.”

Do you know how many you’ve killed, father?

“I’m fine, dad. Let’s just go home.”

“Where’s your bike?”

“Out back.” Priorities, dad.

Foxy and Puppet exited into the main room. “I’ll get it tomorrow. Let’s go home.” Dad had turned to go, but I stayed glued to my spot.

Home? I can never go home. You're not my dad! My dad wouldn’t kill kids in cold blood. My dad wouldn’t kill Chris and Liz’s best friend. My dad wouldn’t do that to Henry. Does Henry know what you do?

“Mike?”

I hadn’t realized I was crying. I couldn’t tell him I knew, then he would kill me. Or, would he experiment on me? Or would he end up not being the killer and send me to the nut house.

I figured it was best to act scared and innocent. “Dad!” I cried running up and hugging him. I cried into his purple satin dress shirt. “The robots were scary and Crystal and I split up, and it’s dark and I’m tired and-and she could be hurt, or dead. And I was worried. And I just-”

“It’s ok Michael.” He hugged me again. “Let’s go home, and relax. I’ll make you some hot chocolate, and we can watch some tv and then you can fall asleep. And you’ll feel all good in the morning. Sounds good?”

I nodded, face still implanted into his shirt. He pulled me off and tucked me under his arm. He squeezed me closer when we passed the animatronics.

He opened the doors to the parking lot. I turned back to the animatronics, the kids still inside them.

Bonnie had put the plastic mask on his hand and was showing it to Chica. “Hey look, it’s a facepalm.”

“If I had hands, I’d punch you.”

Somehow, it made sense that those were the words of goodbye from this place.

The Aftons pushed out the doors, stupid Michael wrapped up in my killers arms.

“Daddy’s boy,” I muttered to myself.

“We have to go help Michael,” Toy Chica exclaimed. “He didn’t do anything wrong. But what if William kills him?”

Toy Bonnie went up to TC. “He’d only kill him if he knew. And Michael doesn’t know. Everyone who knows was right here. No one told anyone, right?”

“Actually,” Charlie said, sounding guilty. “We gave him the pieces and he built the puzzle.”

“You told him!” Toy Freddy shouted.

“I told Crystal,” I confessed. “Well not directly, but she understood what I said and connected the dots.”

“You told your sister! About us!” Toy Freddy switched with anger.

“Look what she did to Balloon Boy,” TB pointed to the animatronic kid crushed on the floor. “Actually, he deserved it.”

“Well, Crystal is a great actor. She can pretend to be dumb. I know William won’t suspect anything from her.”

“So she’s going to hand him in?” Foxy asked. We nodded. “Then what will happen to Mike?”

I didn’t think about that. He looked pretty upset back there. Even if the tears were fake, his mom and siblings are gone. Who else does he have, other than Willie?

“Maybe it’s best if she keeps it a secret. Michael needs time to recover mentally,” I voiced.

“Well whatever happens, I’m ok with it.” Freddy turned to the camera. “Now, who wants to get the nightguard?”

The animatronics ran into the hallway. Me and Chica hit the vents. We arrived just before the others.

“Nevermind guys, it’s just Freddy.”

“God damn it!”

I had to ponder reporting William. I didn’t have any evidence other than “oh, the robot that my dead sister possesses told me so.” Plus, Michael was not looking good! I passed him the other day and he looked out of it. He wasn’t even paying attention during school. He had the grades to pass, he just seemed distant. Lucas, David and Corey tried talking to him, but he just told them to “go away” and “leave him alone.” Who else was going to help this broken mess. Henry? Dude has his own issues.

He doesn’t even ride his bike anymore. He just walks alongside it, staring at the sidewalk. I can’t tell you how many times he’s almost gotten run over.

And on top of it all, my parents are getting ready to move when the school year is over in a few weeks. Why stay in the place where your daughter died?

A few days after our little romp through Freddy’s, Craig quit and was replaced with Jeremy Fitzgerald. William spent a lot of time there now, adjusting the animatronics, making sure everything ran smoothly, killing kids, the usual. Michael got to see Jeremy a lot as he ended his shifts. Michael seemed to be getting better.

Then my sister killed a man. Michael seemed to go right back into the painful confusion he spent the whole school year in.

I think eventually he got better, but when I moved out he was still deep in depression. I hope that kid got therapy.

Second to last, still really want to make a sequel. I've got an idea for basically every game. People apparently like my writing style, but all I see is a girl making jokes.

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Park Five

“We need to get past them,” Michael told me.

“When do they shut off?”

“Six.”

“Seriously!”

I grabbed the flashlight and opened my bag. A water bottle each, an apple, a banana, three granola bars, two knives, Mr. Afton’s keys and a yellow plush bear.

I held it out. “What. Is. This.”

“My brother’s plushie. I brought it for good luck.”

“That’s the problem,” I said, voicing a realization. “Your brother cursed us from beyond the grave.”

“I can’t say you’re wrong,” a voice from somewhere else in the room called out. I jumped in reflex. In the corner was a purple Freddy. I shined the light at him and he disappeared.

“Please god, can’t I have one good day,” Michael looked up at the sky.

I noticed the flashlight was dimmer. We’re running out of batteries. “I had fresh ones in mine.”

“Ok, I have a plan.” Michael reached into the bag and grabbed the knives. “They want me. I look like dad. I don’t know why he pisses them off, but I can find out later.” He handed me a knife. “I’ll get to the back door, you try the bathroom.”

“How do we know the window will be unlocked?”

“We don’t.” He paused. “There is a very real possibility one of us won’t make it out. And regardless, you can use the flashlight to break it.”

“What! I’m not taking it. You’re going into the back room. You take the light!”

I pushed it into his hands. He pushed it back.

“Oh my god, just take the light source, Mikey!” Purple Freddy appeared again and disappeared after calling out Mike.

Mike stared at the empty space and grabbed light.

We packed our stuff again. I checked the keyhole. The animatronics seemed to have left. We pushed the file cabinet away. We grabbed an extra weapon, a hammer for me and a wrench for Mike.

We cracked the door open and looked out.

“Three...” I counted.

Michael pushed the door open more.

“Two…”

We checked to make sure it was empty.

“One.”

Michael booked it out down the hallway.

“...Go.”

I ran into the girl’s room.

And there, between me and salvation, was Mangle.

Yes, I'm rushing to finish this.

I ran through the halls at the pizza place. Heather’s party was over in party room two. What a dumb name? Why not make each based on an animatronic. Although, there are four rooms and only three toy animatronics, no Toy Foxy.

Crystal says there used to be a Foxy; Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy. Foxy lived in pirates cove. He was a pirate, and he used to sing a little sea shanty. My older sister always sings it when she wants to annoy me. She really wants to take me to the old Freddy’s, but mom doesn’t let her.

“Too many kids go missing,” she says.

But what happened to Toy Foxy? Was Mangle Toy Foxy? Why was he broken? Why did Melissa think Mangle was a girl?

What am I thinking? I need to get to Heather’s party. Where am I?

Looked like an arcade. There was a big box. Looked like a gift box from the cartoons. There was a hand crank on the side. I was obviously going to turn it around.

I got on my tippy toes to spin the crank. Out of the box came a tall skinny black animatronic with white stripes and a white mask, with purple tears, red cheeks, slim black eyes and a big black smile.

“Hello little kid,” said the animatronic. “I'm The Marionette. What’s your name?”

“I’m Kayla!” I smiled.

“Are you enjoying the show?”

“What show? I’m lost. Can you help me find party room two?”

“Do you want to see a dance?” The Marionette began to spin and move her hands to Ring Around the Rosie.

“Useless piece of metal!” I punched the box. It hurt!

“Are you ok, little girl?” I heard someone behind me.

I turned around. It was a large bunny costume, yellow and fluffy with a purple bow and two black buttons. He smelled like tears and beer. My dad drinks beer, that's how I know what that is.

“No,” I told the bunny. He’s probably an animatronic. “I’m lost. Can you take me to party room two?”

“Where are your parents?” the bunny man asked. He had a fluid accent, I don’t know what it’s called. British? Like Crystal’s friend Michael. Actually exactly like Michael. Maybe related. Was Michael an animatronic, or was the bunny man human?

“They dropped me off with my sister. She’s in the bathroom texting her boyfriend.”

“Well, how about I take you to the party?” the bunny man offered a hand.

I grabbed it. “I didn’t catch your name?”

“Spring Bonnie,” said the bunny man as we walked to the party room. “And you are?”

“Kayla!”

First fanfiction, think it came out well?

Part one here/Part two here

I’ve never seen someone throw so many chairs as Crystal Kain when she finds out her sister is missing. And that’s saying something, especially when you had to watch the Afton divorce. Mom throws like a football player.

Crystal is definitely going to be a sports star. She threw a wooden chair and broke it.

“Crystal, come down!” her mother yelled. “We’ll find Kayla.”

“People don’t come back from Freddy’s,” Crystal cried. “They go there and die.”

Reassuring.

“Crystal! Michael is here. Get to school!” Her mother screamed.

“He’s part of the problem!”

“Feeling the love here, Crystal.”

She turned to me and gave me the death stare. “Fine Michael. Let’s get to school.”

She hates me now.

Crystal ignored me the entire day. Lucas and Corey tried to fix it. David, the worst friend ever, tried flirting with the girl he knew I had a crush on.

She kicked him. In the groin. She scares me.

I had to bribe her with KitKats so she would talk to me again. According to my dad, that's step one to getting a girl to like you.

“What do you want, Afton?” she asked, half a KitKat in her mouth.

“Ok, I know you’re upset about Kayla, but what if we go back to FFPJ and find her.”

She looked intrigued. “How would we do that? No one would let us roam around.”

I smiled. “My dad owns the place. I can steal his keys!”

She looked super excited. “I can’t w-”

“Michael Afton and Crystal Kain, please pay attention. Do not make me fail you!”

We both turned in our seats and folded our hands.

The next day, I grabbed a spare backpack. A plastic water bottle, a flashlight, a few granola bars, a kitchen knife and my brother’s plushie, for good luck. I tiptoed into my dad’s room. I grabbed his keys, clutching them in my hand to avoid them jiggling.

I sneaked out of the front door, grabbing my house key on the way. I grabbed my bike and started racing to Freddy Fazbear’s. My bike was purple, because my dad got it for me.

Crystal waited eagerly for me at the back door.

“Open it!” she whisper-yelled.

“Hello to you too,” I said sarcastically.

“Hello Michael, open it!”

I grabbed my dad's keys. I checked each key, it took me five tries before I got it right.

“We’re in.”

Crystal pushed past me. She reached into her bag and grabbed her flashlight. “You brought a weapon right?”

I pulled out my flashlight and knife. She held up hers.

“We were meant to be,” I smiled.

She leaned over to an extra chair. I held up my hands in surrender.

We headed towards the main room. Part of me was hoping she would get scared and hide in my arms. The other half knew if she was scared she would grab a chair and hit someone with it.

We turned to the bathroom hallway. I heard the distinct voices of Foxy and Freddy. Weird, seeing as they are supposed to be in the rotting corpse of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Sr.

“Ok, what’s your name?” said Foxy

“Gabriel,” said Freddy. “Wait no, I’m Freddy.”

“And who is that?”

“Freddy.”

“You’re Freddy!”

“No, I’m pretty sure he’s Freddy.”

I could hear Foxy muttering and screaming.

“Ok, now what?” Crystal whispered.

“Now we run.”

I heard Foxy again. “Who’s that? It better not be another guy with a Freddy mask!”

We booked it to the prize corner.

It long, I'm sorry.

Spring Bonnie led me through the halls, past the bathrooms and a hallway with many kids in it. I recognise them. Tiffany, Rachel, Lauren, Melissa, Katie, Heather. Yay! Spring Bonnie helped me find the party.

I started to pull away, but Spring Bonnie didn’t let me go.

“Hey, they're over there,” I told him.

The golden bunny pulled me towards a different door. It had a sign saying employees only on it.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I want to show you something amazing. You should give it to the birthday girl. She will want to be your best friend if you give her that.”

Heather’s best friend was Tiffany, but I really wanted to be her best friend. My only other options are Crystal and Michael. Ew.

Spring Bonnie opened the door. “Go inside.” I walked into the room. In it, were the old animatronics. The ones Crystal showed me in the old Polaroid pictures. Freddy and Foxy looked really beaten up. Chica was missing her arms and her month was broken. Bonnie, if that really was bonnie, was missing his face and arm.

I screamed. Spring Bonnie placed a hand over my mouth.

“What’s going on?” I cried, but it was muffled by his hand. I got my spit all over the hand.

My life flashed before my eyes. I wish Crystal had helped me. I wish I said no to the party. I wish I’d stay with the Marionette. I wish I punched Michael in his stupid bullying face. I wish I didn’t talk so much.

Everything went black after that.

I woke up still in the room. Spring Bonnie was gone. The originals were gone. I sat alone in the room. I got up and turned to the door. I pushed it open.

“Crystal,” I called out. No response. I stepped into the hallway. “Spring Bonnie?”

“Do not mention his name in this Christian household!” I heard a semi-robotic voice. I turned. It was Freddy. Next to him was Chica and Bonnie. Bonnie used his one arm to facepalm, well as best a facepalm you can do without a face. Chica turned and banged her head against the wall.

“Freddy,” Bonnie said. “Shut the hell up.”

“What’s going on? Where am I? Where is my sister? What time is it?”

Chica unhinged her jaw. “You’re dead, Fazbear’s Jr., who’s your sister and 12:30 AM.”

“I’m dead?”

“Welcome to our world...what’s your name?” Bonnie exclaimed.

“Kayla.”

“Welcome to hell Kayla!” Chica added.

“Hey Kayla,” I heard a robotic pirate voice. “Do you want to be a robot?”

I turned. It was Foxy.

I jumped up and down. “Oh my lanta! It’s Foxy! You’re my sister’s favorite.”

Foxy raised his pirate hook. “First of all, you watch too much Full House. Second of all, I can’t remember every child I entertain, may have been before my murder. And third of all, do you wanna be a robot?”

I nodded cautiously.

“CHARLIE!” Foxy screamed, making me step back in shock.

The Marionette turned the corner. “Fritz I was vibin’!”

“Charlie, new ghost, new bot.” Foxy pointed to me.

“YOU! You punched my box! You ignored my warnings! You punched MY BOX!”

“What warnings?”

“What part of this-” she moved her hands around her neck, made two thumbs up and pushed behind her and finally pointed below her, roughly meaning stop, get out, get over here “-do you not understand!”

“Oh sorry.”

“You’re going to Mangle!”

“Wait, why?” Foxy asked.

“BECAUSE SHE PUNCHED MY BOX!”

So I became a Mangle. There was another soul there, a puppy. We play together sometimes, both writhe in pain as the sadistic kids pull Mangle apart, and attack the nightguard.

A few days later, we had a new guest. It wasn’t the nightguard, but two teenagers. They came in through the back door and walked to the main room.

Is that- Is that Crystal! AND F#CKING MICHAEL!

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