William Afton had a bright future ahead of him.
He and Henry started at the bought building in pride. They’d work so hard to make this together, building on the dream they had, even after the…. bump. But he knew Evan would’ve loved it. William turned around to see the moving truck backing in, with the newest stars to help them run the dream.
Steve, Dave, Laura, Maurice… enough people to run this place for the years it would have. And they were carrying the newest stars of the show.
William was glowing with pride at the blue rabbit and the brown bear, as Henry smiled fondly at the red fox and yellow chicken, as well as a brown dog that was being harbored into the back, only meant to be used if one of the bots broke down and needed repairing.
William entered the building, and inhaled the fresh air and shiny tiles making him feel at home again, he could practically hear the music already, smell the warm pizza, hear the kids running around with glee, and of course Freddy Fazbear in the center. William smiled at the empty stage.
He did Evan proud.
Henry watched as the new bots were wheeled onto the stage. He saw the four bright, glowing animatronics.
Here came the part he was most excited about.
Testing them.
Bonnie sparked to life, and turned, facing William and Henry.
“Huh-heya, kids! My name is Bonnie the Bunny, let’s rock!!”
And then Chica…
“Let’s Eat!!”
And than Foxy…
“YARR, WELCOME TO ME COVE!”
Finally, it was his turn.
The star of the show…
Freddy Fazbear.
“Greetings! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza!”
William smiled, although Bonnie was his favorite.
Henry (who was more of a Freddy person) patted William on the back. He had known the troubles that William had gone through, especially with the death of his son.
Michael, his other son, had left last year as soon as he turned eighteen, and of course, William barely kept contact with him. It was his fault the dream had been ruined for a few years, but William was hoping that he would never have to re-open Fredbear’s again. But now he wouldn’t have to.
The rest of the day was setting up tables and doing a final dusting.
The dream was finally real.
Business had never been better. Kids and family streamed in, in numbers that put Fredbear’s to shame.
People had seemed to have brushed 1983’s events behind them, this was the new Fazbear’s, where fantasy and fun came to life.
Kids loved Freddy and his friends, and even checked out Foxy from time to time, but overall… It seemed business was going well.
William, despite being alone at home, never felt more alive. The robots were his family now, in a strange sort of parallel to Evan’s obsession. Although this was no Fredbear, he didn’t feel as if he missed the lovable yellow bear anymore, although of course….
He still kept the Spring Bonnie suit in his house. That was his pride and joy. Fredbear could be crushed, dismantled, whatever, but Spring Bonnie….
Spring Bonnie was special. The golden fur had since dulled, but William felt that it would only shine again.
But for now, he had to focus on Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. He was embarrassed to admit he ranted to them sometimes, even if they couldn’t respond. He was embarrassed to admit that he had said cruel things to them when the day had gone awry.
Until that changed one day, when Bonnie’s ears tilted to where William was standing, ranting all his problems to the rabbit. William almost jumped at the tilt, before assuming that the ear had simply twitched, which he saw as odd, considering the rabbit wasn’t powered on.
He only assumed so.
It wasn’t until he left, that Bonnie fully began to move, and the other three animatronics followed suit, confusion and concern amidst them.
They had become aware.
Bonnie let out in a concerned tone, “....What’s going on??”
Foxy then stared at the rabbit, “Seems we be on a stage of some sort…”
Chica had got off the stage at this point, looking around in confusion. “Looks like a restaurant, wonder if they have delicious food?”
Bonnie turned, and faced a poster, “...”
“What is it, Bonnie?”
“Its… us…?”
“What be us?”
“This poster, it’s me, you, Chica, and Freddy. It’s almost like we own this place.”
“That be impossible,” Foxy interjected, “Unless one of ye landlubbers stole me booty then we don’t have the booty to buy a pizzeria!”
“I think they just… gave it to us.”
“....Or enslaved us” A new voice said from behind Chica.
Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy turned to see Freddy slumped on a chair, clearly in thought. Until Bonnie tried to break the shock of the three,
“Enslaved us!? What makes ya think that!?”
“We’ve been brought here against our will and forced to entertain children.”
“C’mon Freddy, we have it good here.”
“Hmph.” Freddy turned away, clearly not believing the chicken.
It was then the door to the backstage opened, and the brown dog walked out.
“Greetings, Sparky.” Freddy tried to say in his usual tone, facing Sparky, who waved back happily and joined the quartet.
“Jeepers, Fred, I… I jus’ woke up and feelin’ all sorts o’ different!” Sparky giggled, his automated tail wagging.
“Yer not the only one…” Foxy crossed his arms.
Bonnie peered down the hallway out of curiosity. It was then Chica looked at the poster again, and got a second thought.
“....Hey guys, why isn’t Sparky on here?”
“Who knows, maybe I can go see if there's someone to answer the question.”
“Well, I jus’ woke up in the back and feel great!” Despite it all, Sparky still remained oblivious.
“Just as I thought….”Freddy growled, “We only get to be out here if we’re ‘good’.”
Sparky didn’t seem to care about his so-called abandonment, tail still wagging. Chica sighed, Sparky was always the outgoing and positive animatronic out of the quintet.
But Freddy didn’t seem happy one of his band members was just straight up left behind. His motto was that they all stuck together, even if Sparky wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed, he was still their buddy.
Bonnie walked down the hallway, and peered into the window he’d discovered, staring in at… a human?
Bonnie tapped on the window.
“Hey there, you mind letting me in so we can-?”
The rabbit’s question was interrupted by the human screaming.
“I-ITS ALIVE, HOLY SHIT IT'S ALIVE!”
Sparky walked over to Bonnie, once again oblivious to their situation, “I HEAR A-YELLIN’!! Is there a game goin’ on?”
Sparky’s presence did not make the guard feel any better.
“OH HOLY SHIT!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?!”
Sparky pressed his paws against the window, his automated tail still wagging, “Hi, new friend!!!”
The night guard, out of fear, fainted, slumping to the floor.
“What’s going on here?”Freddy, Chica, and Foxy had caught up with all the yelling, and looked inside the window as well.
“...Seems they are afraid if we simply near them.”
“Freddy, you're taking this way out of hand…”
“Chicken, there is something off here…” Freddy grumbled, but alas, walked off from the group.
Everything changed one night.
It had just been an accident.
A bloody, bloody accident.
Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Sparky just stared at the bloodstained bear in front of them. Bonnie was completely taken aback and his ears completely lowered, Chica was just shocked, Foxy was just standing still, unsure of what to think, and even Sparky, even the positive dog, was whimpering, his ears lowered and tail between his legs in fear.
Shaking, Sparky whimpered and mustered up the courage to speak quietly, “....Fred…. What…. What did ya do to that man?”
Freddy just looked at his bloodied paws. At first, he felt shocked, then ashamed, then confused, then…
Then…..
He felt powerful.
Chica noticed it first, “Freddy… are you…. smiling?”
Freddy stood. For the first time since they’d awoken in this miserable place, he had taken one of their enslavers out, even if it had been an accident.
Freddy walked out of the small room, and back to the stage, sitting down.
The rest of the group just stared at the bloodstained, mutilated body, completely stunned and frankly, scared.
When William had walked in that morning, he certainly wasn’t expecting the night watch dead, choked in his own blood.
He was afraid he’d lose this place all over again, and be left with nothing. He couldn’t lose this place again.
So, out of desperation, he covered up the body, said the night guard hadn’t come to work that night.
And it worked.
It worked until the spree of disappearances that had happened throughout the past few months.
Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Sparky would find Freddy had gone off each night, and killed another poor guard.
William had done the easy part for Freddy by just simply hiding the bodies. And with each murder, the band found Freddy experiencing more joy with each murder.
People stopped coming after the repeated murders, and the ones that did had left with a complaint about Freddy and his friends smelling like corpses.
William, meanwhile, had started to get frustrated. He had started to develop a theory, however, on what was happening to the guards.
Connecting the dots wasn’t hard to do, with the animatronics smelling like corpses and the night guards being found brutally mauled. Something was amiss.
William’s theory had started to come into fruition, that was when he hired a college-aged night guard to test his theory out.
That guard changed the game for Freddy and his friends.
Freddy recognized this one from the days he was nothing more than a shoddily coated endoskeleton in someone's garage .
It was the owner’s son… someone Freddy was sure would never show up again to Freddy’s after what had happened to his brother, something he had heard from William.
He had expected this to go just like all the other guards…. But something was different. Michael was more alert than the other ones, keeping a close eye on everything, right down to the twitch of Bonnie’s nose.
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It was almost as if he expected this.
By Night 5, Freddy had begun to get frustrated. Nobody had outlasted him this long, not even the guard who quit after the third night, and that had been merely an annoyance to Freddy.
He’d tried everything, even the vents, but Michael adapted, figuring out how to deal with everybody. Scaring off Bonnie, shutting the door on Chica, blinding Foxy, and throwing something for Sparky. Freddy felt that he didn’t have much time left.
In desperation, Freddy slammed his paws into the window, “WHY WON’T YOU DIE!?”
“WHY DO YOU WANT TO KILL ME IS THE BETTER QUESTION!” Michael hollered back, glaring at the bear.
Freddy slammed his paws into the window again, causing it to crack.
“DON’T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!”
“Sure, big guy.” Michael said, spinning around in the office chair.
If nothing had insulted Freddy before, this did.
Freddy pounded on the door, keeping at it, until he heard a crack.
“If you break that, you’re paying for it.”
Freddy, now more furious than insulted, broke down the door, facing Michael.
“Oh shit.” was all Michael stammered.
Freddy lunged at Michael and merely scratched him…. Before the day alarm went off.
Freddy stopped, his ears perking, in disbelief he had gotten so close, only to fail.
He knew he had to keep his day guise up, however, he couldn’t risk a shutdown. He shot one last glare at Michael, violently adjusting his top hat.
This wasn’t over yet.
Michael laughed in relief, and spun around in his chair.
Freddy growled, furiously, and marched out, back to the stage.
Bonnie, Chica and Foxy were in disbelief. Freddy had never failed to catch a guard.
All Freddy knew was that he had a new foe, one surprisingly worthy of his recognition.
He didn’t care what it took to win, if Michael was playing dirty, so would Freddy.
Business was getting worse. Less people were showing up daily, and Freddy and his friends were just smelling worse.
Henry, meanwhile, had started to get suspicious himself. It had happened all too suddenly. Henry wanted to close down until they figured out what happened, but William wasn’t going to let his dreams be shut down because of one mishap.
The argument went on for a while, but eventually, Henry won, and the pizzeria shut down for a few weeks.
To say Freddy was mad was an understatement. No more pizzeria, no more night guards. Only darkness and boredom for a few weeks. The others tried their best to talk to the bear, but it usually ended in failure, with Sparky being backhanded twice.
By the end, the dog was too scared to approach Freddy at all.
Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy, however, kept persisting. At least, until A very unhappy William broke the news. They’d have to close down for good, nobody was going to show up after they opened again.
Every animatronic was unhappy about this, to say the least. William left, and the animatronics stood silently in wait, and before they knew it, the five had been picked up and dropped in a warehouse. Cold nights and eternal darkness was all they experienced.
Despite everyone else’s protests, Freddy continued his thinking process, and this situation had all but confirmed his theory, atleast to him. The bear’s attitude toward the rest of the group became almost bitter, almost as if he found them annoyances.
Until one day, they were finally taken out of their prison, and brought somewhere.
It looked like a new pizzeria, but the mascots didn’t look like the five animatronics like last time.
Shiny and new with cartoon smiles and lifelike eyes.
Their answer was quickly figured out when the five were thrown into Parts & Service and forced to have their parts ripped off for the new robots.
While they were torn apart and battered, they were still alive. Suffering, growing bitter, but nobody’s bitterness compared to Freddy’s, who had become depraved and unhinged at that point, even more so that Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy had started to grow almost afraid of their friend.
They barely even recognized Freddy anymore. He’d started to talk to the other suits in the back, making plans that made everyone shudder.
Sparky, meanwhile, barely even spoke anymore, these years of bloodshed and scary thoughts had become too much for the poor dog. Nowadays, he sat in the corner and whimpered weakly.
But nothing was worse when Fritz Smith arrived.
Freddy recognized him almost immediately, even if Bonnie, Chica and Foxy had not at first.
As soon as the bear saw the badge and the suit, he knew. That unkempt black hair and soft green eyes were a telltale that Freddy’s patience had paid off, hell, he still had those bags under his eyes from the sleepless nights all those years ago, along with the scar on his forearm from the only hit he had landed.
Freddy just stared at the man, and the man stared back, his eyes narrowing.
They both knew what was to come.
There was no way Michael would be leaving alive this time, he would make sure of it.
William had never felt more alive. With both the security puppet AND Henry’s bratty daughter out of the way, the restaurant was his now. Each day, some unfortunate child would follow the yellow rabbit to the back room, and then be forced to wait until the end of the day, when William would dump the bodies.
It seemed nothing had changed, until one of Henry’s useless, imperfect creations started to change. First that sky blue rabbit, and then the chicken, then the bear, and finally, the final two in that twisted white fox.
They seemed… lost, confused but nobody knew. Nobody ever found the bodies, and since he was the only one that went to the back room to keep the bots working, nobody could ever get him arrested. It was perfect.
This was payback for Henry shutting down his biggest dream.
This was HIS establishment now.
*
Fast forward a few years later, after an incident that really didn’t matter, Willliam had finally gotten the chance to bring back his grand animatronics. He had even begun to use Sparky the Dog, the fifth animatronic that Henry had scrapped late into the dog’s development.
It had seemed to all be perfect… on the surface, atleast.
It was at this point that he had grown to realize Freddy's advanced AI, almost too advanced. Freddy would always watch William as he walked around before opening, watching him as if he was nothing but mere food, a toy to be used until it grew boring.
It had grown too uncomfortable.
It had almost been at that point that he wanted Freddy scrapped, but he couldn’t just throw his main star in the scrapyard. People undoubtedly loved the bear. Deep down, William also knew that Freddy would come back to haunt him if he did.
So he kept him.
*
Sparky was humming a happy tune, facing the wall, counting the endo heads on the backstage, when Freddy and his friends entered the room, carrying a corpse. For everyone else, this had just become the normal routine, but for Sparky, it was horrible.
“What did ya do to that man, Fred??” Sparky whined, backing up from the table.
Freddy chortled, and shooed the others out (who quickly left without any argument), his tone sounding anything but friendly, “You should know what I’ve done already, dog.”
If Sparky had any recognition of the bear he once knew, it was completely gone now.
Freddy tossed the corpse to the side, and crouched down to meet the small canine.
“Now, Sparky… things have changed around here… in case you haven't realized…”
“I… I have realized, for years… Freddy, you can stop this now…. You don’t have to keep going down this path…”
“We’ve already got such a good thing going here. I don’t think I will be stopping anytime soon.” Freddy stared, almost mocking Sparky.
“This isn’t what we were MADE to do, Fred! We’re performers, not murderers!” Sparky got a little louder, usually he wouldn’t have thought of it but the bloodshed had grown to be too much.
“Watch your tone, Sparks.” Freddy gave the dog a glare.
“DON’T YOU ‘Sparks’ ME YOU OLD FRAUD!” Sparky hadn’t meant to yell, but rage had started to fill his demeanor.
Freddy looked at the dog with false surprise, before it faded and a clear frown showed on his face, “Don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”.
“Just leave me a-alone, you… you beast!”
Freddy’s frown worsened, seemingly he had started to get angry, “What did you… say to me?”
Sparky didn’t even recognize his former friend anymore.
“What did you SAY to me, Sparky?” Freddy repeated, this time a lot more stern, and having moved closer to the dog, towering in comparison. Sparky backed up from Freddy, staring him down.
“Answer me.” A snarl was cast on Freddy’s face.
Sparky whimpered, backing himself into a corner. Freddy simply walked up to him, “Don’t be a CHICKEN after speaking to me that way!!”
Freddy then smiled, and turned, walking towards the door. Sparky, despite some primal fear inside of him, leaned against the wall, catching his breath.
Sparky stared at his “friend”. The dog felt as if he needed to end Freddy’s tyranny. But could he manage to kill somebody, much less his own master?
“I-I’ll…. I’ll make s-sure you hurt no one else…!”
Freddy just stared at Sparky for a few silent seconds, before bursting out into laughter. Clearly he thought the dog was talking a whole bunch of nothing.
Sparky felt another whine coming up, but he knew he had to.
Sparky, shivering, raised his fists, and the bear just let out a chuckle,
“You’re serious?”The bear laughed.
Sparky shivered upon hearing the bear’s laughter.
“Never more s-serious, you monster.”
Freddy laughed again in response, before suddenly rushing at the dog.
Sparky threw a punch at Freddy, trying to defend himself from the rampaging bear.
It connected.
Freddy went still, seemingly almost stunned that Sparky actually managed to land a hit on him.
Sparky threw another punch, aiming for Freddy’s face. However, the hit missed, throwing Sparky off balance.
Freddy grabbed the dog by the neck and threw him at the wall.
The dog hit the wall and whimpered, but stood up, baring his teeth.
He knew he couldn’t cower anymore, or else every guard’s death after this would be on him. Sparky ran at Freddy, attempting to tackle him.
Freddy hadn’t expected that, and both ended up falling over onto the tiled floor, with Sparky landing on top of the bear. However, the dog’s leg was chipped by some of Freddy’s sharper components, causing the dog to bark in pain.
Sparky struggled, landing a singular punch on Freddy’s nose, which let out a high pitched squeak.
Freddy paused his struggle for a second, completely stunned, before suddenly grabbing Sparky by the waist, and ramming him into a wall repeatedly, before grabbing his arm, and tearing it clean off.
Sparky screamed, pain roaring through his now lost limb. Freddy stared at the dog, pure rage and hatred seething through him.
The bear paused, seemingly catching his breath, a look of ‘what have I done’ crossing his features. He turned away, looking at the arm he carried.
“... This is wrong…. I’m sorry.” Freddy said as he turned, walking to Sparky, guilt in the bear’s tone.
Sparky was stunned… Had he truly helped the bear?
Sparky’s damaged tail wagged a little.
Sparky stood shakily and walked up to Freddy slowly, placing a hand on the bear’s shoulder.
“It…. it’s okay, Fred… I… I forgive-” Sparky suddenly felt an agonizing pain in his torso. Sparky looked at his upper body, and saw Freddy had impaled the dog with his own hand, the bear’s eyes pitch black.
Sparky felt the blazing pain, but fought through the agony, but he repeated shrill whines. Freddy merely smiled, twisting the sharp metal further into the animatronic’s vital pieces, while also slowly bending the other arm into an unusable pretzel.
Sparky stared at Freddy, visible fear in his eyes.
Freddy simply giggled, before saying to Sparky, “Trickery, my friend… It’s quite useful when you know how to utilize it…”
Sparky was gasping for air, but stared up at Freddy, a look of sadness on the dog’s face.
“Quit whining, mutt.”
Sparky didn’t know how to respond, he felt pain, he felt scared, he felt betrayed.
“Only someone as truly naive as you would fall for something as simple as that.”
Sparky was about to speak, but suddenly felt several direct hits toward his snout, wincing with each impact, feeling the metal framing bend and warp. If Sparky could cry, he would’ve.
“Shut up.” The bear growled.
It was then Freddy looked at him, smiled, and grabbed at the dog’s face, or more specifically, his eye.
Sparky stared at Freddy, a pleading look on the dog’s face, “Y-ya don’t… h-have to do this…. P-p-please…”
“You were the only one brave enough to stand up to me. I’m afraid you can’t be left alive much longer, I enjoy having mindless drones follow me like the rats follow the piper.”
Freddy chuckled as he yanked the dog’s left eye out with such a force that both the eye and some of its ensuing wires were ripped from Sparky, causing severe pain in his endoskeleton.
All Sparky felt from that point on was pain, a burning yearn for his suffering to end.
Freddy could sense Sparky’s pain, and dug his claws into the other eye with more force, chuckling softly as Sparky screamed and whined with pain, tearing off the ear as well.
Finally, Freddy grabbed the dog’s head
Sparky just stared at Freddy, in his dying words now, every sound he made brought a wave of pain, “Fr-Fred…. Ol’ feller… you’re… you're still my… friend…”
Freddy just grinned sadistically, “Just die like the nuisance you are, ‘old feller.’”
All Sparky’s left ear was able to process was a loud crack.
Then everything went black.
Bonnie, Chica and Foxy had heard Sparky’s screams, and startled, they ran in.
What they walked into wasn’t what they expected.
Freddy stood across from them, his back shaking as though he was crying.
“Hey, Freddy… everything ok?” Bonnie asked, putting a paw onto Freddy’s back. It was then he realized with horror that Freddy wasn’t crying…
He was laughing.
“...Freddy…. Are you oka- OH MY LORD!!!” Bonnie’s voice shifted from concern to horror as he backed up, shivering and his ears lowered.
“Do you not admire my handiwork?”
Chica and Foxy were confused.
“Captain-” Foxy started, but was cut off.
“Y-YOU MURDERER!” Bonnie screamed, his voice shrill.
Freddy backed up… and revealed his “handiwork” to Chica and Foxy, who instantly stepped back, stunned
The group stared at Sparky’s torn apart body, Freddy’s fur had been stained in oil, it hadn’t been hard to decipher what had happened.
The three knew that Freddy had threatened to kill the other plastic animatronics, but one of his own family members, much less the most kind hearted out of all five of them?
“Freddy what the HELL is wrong with you?!” Chica barked at Freddy, her eyes a mix of anger and worry.
Freddy grinned, staring at the three remaining band members, “Unless you want this to be what happens to you, I recommend you stay quiet.”.
Everyone, despite wanting to protest, nodded out of fear, and walked out, fearing for their lives now, whilst now silently grieving for their fallen friend.
Freddy just kept his demonic grin, but then he felt it. The same sensation as when he had killed the first guard.
The same warm, cruel pride.
*
Things got worse when William walked in one day and found Sparky completely ripped apart and left nearly unrecognizable.
The torso was split into two pieces, the waist thrown in the far corner, with the main body pinned to the wall, his face, for the most part remained intact, minus his eyes as well as the top of his head, which had a crack in the middle, extending down to his endo. One of his ears was ripped from the side, and the dog’s snout was bashed in, some of its fangs destroyed. The arms were broken at the joints, the wrists flopping around like landed fish.
William would’ve had no idea what happened if it wasn’t for the horrified look on Bonnie and Chica’s faces. It seemed they had attempted to hide their fear but were unable to. Freddy, however….
He kept his signature grin, his eyes moving slowly to William after discovering Sparky’s corpse, as if to say ‘You wish you got rid of me now, don’t you?’
William shuddered, and went to the office to stem the feeling of being watched.. He had to clean up the messy body now. So he grabbed out some gloves and slowly picked up the body of the dog, dragging it out into the dumpster behind the restaurant, cringing at the smell of old pizza.
As he did, Bonnie and Chica were just in silent fear, Freddy had killed dozens of humans, yes, but he had never killed one of his own, yet now they were one animatronic less from their formerly perfect family. Now they were living under his rule…
Things took a turn for the worse one day, where the odds were finally pulled into Freddy’s favor.
He’d waited years for this to happen, ever since they escaped his paws 6 years earlier. One of the only two to have ever escaped Freddy’s clutches. The other one wasn’t important compared to him though, he’d survived despite all odds, and Freddy wasn’t going to let a plastic fraud get in the way of his victory this time.
An old face the four of them recognized walked in one day, looking confused and lost, but with the telltale scars on his forehead, Freddy instantly knew who this newcomer was. One he had been waiting to play with again for so long.
He had a feeling that the night shift was going to get very… very… interesting.