Michael sat down in his chair, and grabbed the camera. He was met by a startling sight (that really shouldn’t have startled him at this point). All three animatronics were just staring at him through the stage camera. He glared at Freddy, and changed the camera, looking at the snout of Foxy peering from the cove, his teeth bared. They were all trying to kill him now, no doubt about it.
Freddy thundered off stage, and down the hallway almost instantly. Michael realized Freddy was getting desperate. Freddy laughed, but it sounded less confident… and more angry. Michael kept his eye on pirate cove. He could see Foxy’s teeth, they were curled… ready to bite. Had Freddy finally broken them enough? Or perhaps they’d just gotten tired of him.
Bonnie, on the party room camera stared dead into the lens, and off of a table, grabbed something that looked suspiciously like a human arm. With immense force, he snapped it clean in half, and smiled.
That was when he heard something to his right, “Do you like the ‘new and improved’ versions of my allies?”
Michael was so sick of hearing that voice.
“What did you do to them?” Michal demanded, closing the door.
“Me? I simply told them a few things, some true, and some… less true.”
“Evan was right not to trust anything like you.”
“And you’re any better than I am?” Freddy chuckled, standing across from the window.
“It was… an accident.”
“Quite an accident, huh? Throwing your brother into his jaws by ‘accident’,” Freddy mocked, then paused, in which he got a new idea, “You know, I’ve gotten too much time in the spotlight. Why don’t we give my ‘friends’ a chance to play?” And with that, he walked off.
Footsteps thudded from the left hallway, faster than normal, almost like Foxy was getting desperate…
Michael closed the door in a panic, and heard a loud thud, and a string of curse words. Foxy thudded off, and the air went still, distant footsteps echoed off the walls. Michael leaned back, almost in relief as Foxy left, but that bliss didn’t last long as a cheery, almost goofy chuckle sounded from the hallway. Michael pressed the button to turn on the door light, and saw the goofy, and yet not friendly face of Bonnie.
“Boo! Haha, gotcha!” Bonnia chuckled, before Michael closed the door on his snout
Bonnie knocked a few times on the door, before wandering off again. Michael took the silence to think. He flipped through the cameras, a little bored. Foxy was peeking slightly out of the cove, Chica was banging around in the kitchen, and Bonnie was looking at a few buckets. Michael looked at the hallway cameras, but was met with an… interesting sight. On the walls were newspaper clippings, dating back years.
“Child goes missing at pizzeria, body not found.”
“More children missing, bodies not found.”
“Pizzaria threatened with shutdown over sanitation”
“Criminal convicted with charges of child murder.”
“Local pizzeria said to close by years end”
“State of the art animatronics scrapped due to faulty coding.”
“Human hospitalized from animatronic bite, Fazbear Entertainment sued.”
The paper that interested Michael the most was the last one. He felt like that had happened before, and not to his brother. What he didn’t expect, however, was the missing children articles, or the fact that it was a picture of someone he knew as the criminal that was convicted.
His father, William Afton.
He’d known his father wasn’t a great person, but that just didn’t seem like… him. He thought a bit more about this as he closed the door on Foxy. Sometimes, when Evan and… her were still alive, but after his mom left, his dad would come home drunk. One day though, after Evan died, he came home later than normal, and when he did, he had the most wild grin on his face. He was laughing to himself quietly. Michael didn’t understand what was going on, but was worried anyway. He was even more worried when he went back to his car, and grabbed something that Michael wasn’t able to identify as William put it in his pocket. He went to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and ran the sink for a while. After 5 minutes, he came back out, and smiled at Michael. He sat on the couch, and closed his eyes, like he had a long, exciting day. This happened 5 more times that he knew of, each time he could tell it got more and more extreme. One day though, on the last one, William came home, and sat on the couch, not going to wash off his blood stained suit. He muttered to himself, and hardly moved for the rest of the day.
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Michael had brushed that memory away from his mind for a long while, but the newspaper clippings brought it back. He leaned back in his chair and waited. It didn’t take long for the chicken to arrive. Chica glared through the window, angry, and mouthed something that Michael wasn’t too sure of.
Michael closed the door on her, and leaned back in his chair, and would check the cameras, Freddy was back on stage and staring the camera down, and Bonnie was in the Backstage. Back on stage, Freddy’s mouth curled into a smile, he knew it was only a matter of time.
Turning to his right, Chica was gone. Michael would open the door, leaving him exposed to the darkness of the right hallway. Michael felt a little cheated, Freddy was usually trying to kill him, and now it just felt… wrong that he wasn’t, rather choosing to take a backseat.
Freddy had a plan, Michael just knew it. There was no way Freddy would just sit there and let his bandmates kill Michael instead of having the pride of doing it himself, especially when, if Michael noticed correctly, the bear seemed almost borderline abusive toward his so-called friends. He flipped through the cameras some more, ignoring the angry faces staring up at him. And Freddy’s overconfident grin.
Footsteps echoed from the left hall, and Michael risked a peek down the hallway. Bonnie, who was halfway down the hallway broke into a sprint, glaring at Michael. Michael, in a panic wheeled his chair back and slammed the door. Bonnie put his face against the door window, and bared his not threatening buck teeth at Michael, before wandering away. Michael nearly fell out of his chair when the clock chimed 6. He left the office, and exited the building. He made eye contact with Freddy, who was absolutely fuming. Right before Michael left though, Freddy’s snarl of range turned to the smile of someone who had a beautifully awful idea.
Freddy had failed to kill Michael for far too long, but now he was going to make sure he would be the victor, even if it meant he’d have to cheat to finally win this little game.
*
Freddy stepped out of the backstage and stared down his bandmates. He certainly wasn’t happy this time. Bonnie shuffled nervously, and Chica was facing the wall. Foxy was (presumably) hiding in pirates cove.
“I let you guys play the whole night, and you still blew it!!”
“YOU try it, IT'S NOT EASY.”
Freddy would shoot Bonnie a dagger, “Have I not for the past few nights, rabbit!?”
“Yeah, well you kinda suck at it, for hating him so much Bonnie would be interrupted by a hard smack across the face from the bear’s paw.
“Shut. your. fucking. mouth.”
“Make me fatass.”
Chica and Foxy just stared at Bonnie in shock. Just a couple of nights prior, Bonnie would’ve been too scared to say anything to Freddy, much less talk back.
Bonnie smiled. “Too stunned to say anything big guy?”
The rage on Freddy’s face turned into a snarl, as he suddenly grabbed Bonnie by the neck.
“Oh, oh scary.” Bonnie grumbled, a look of boredom crossing his face.
Freddy would suddenly start walking, Bonnie in hand, toward the backstage, “Why don’t we fix you?”
“THERE'S A REASON THE KIDS LIKE ME MORE FREDDY-”
Suddenly, Freddy would grab Bonnie’s muzzle with his other paw…. and crush it. A loud, sickening crunch was heard. Bonnie's eyes went wide in terror, his confident demeanor instantly wavering. Chica dropped her cupcake and Foxy, meanwhile, let out a shrill mix of a gasp and a whine loudly.
“I don’t fuck around, rabbit.” Freddy stared at the rabbit, sadistically grinning.
“Freddy… he has to perform-” Chica said, her voice shaking.
“I’m sure some excuse can be…. made up in the face of this incident.” The bear chuckled at his own joke. Bonnie glared at Freddy.
“CAPTAIN, WE OPEN IN 15 SAILOR MINUTES.”
“No big deal… I will return shortly.” Freddy dropped the rabbit and would go back into the Backstage
That’s when Chica and Foxy truly saw the damage done to Bonnie’s muzzle. It was completely split in two, right down the middle. His nose had almost fallen off, and his teeth were out of alignment.
“D-do we have a spare head in the back---?” Bonnie’s voice had been messed up, and it seemed Freddy had also damaged his voice box. Bonnie sighed, and went to the parts and service room, about to wait for the bear to exit. That was when he noticed…. Freddy had left the door unlocked. Either by accident, or as if he wanted someone to see his dirty work. Bonnie slowly opened the door, and peered inside as stealthy as he could.
He then saw the barely alive night guard…. He cringed. He had seen this one before, but now, the guard looked even worse than before.
Freddy stared down at the guard, chuckling, “This has been quite the week between us, hasn’t it, Kyle?”
The night guard, or, Kyle, looked worse for wear. He was completely malnourished, had blood stains all over his clothes, and one of his legs had been torn off entirely.
“But alas, all the fun must end eventually.”
Bonnie grimaced, and closed the door. He knew what would happen next, and he certainly didn’t wanna see the blood flow.
Bonnie hurried to a place where he wouldn’t be torn apart for eavesdropping, and stood on stage, nursing his snout.
“The t-techs will show up before customers show up, it won’t be too big a problem to fix---.” Bonnie tried reassuring himself, but even then he was a little unsure.