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Where am I?

What am I? 

What’s going on?

He didn’t know where he was, who he was, and what was happening. All he could remember was burning… fire… eternal torment. Then… he was staring at the night sky. Alive, and not dead.

I’m alive?

Of course he was alive. Why wouldn’t he be? Was there a reason for him to be dead? Desperately, he searched his memories for something, anything to explain anything. He didn’t know where he was, hell, not even his own name!

“Springtrap.” 

A harsh but high pitched whisper resonated in his ears. It was soft, and so light that it almost sounded like a child had said it, but not without being laced with venom and distaste. Alarmed, he abruptly sat up only to freeze in place. 

His body was not human, more like a rotting mascot. It appeared he was some sort of character, a green decomposing one at that. His entire body was made up of this… strange suit. Surprisingly, it did not seem to shock him as much as he thought it should. Strangely, it felt natural to him, almost… familiar in a way. 

And he got the word that was whispered to him… Springtrap? Is that my name? Sounds stupid, but it’s all I got. Springtrap it is then. 

Now that he had assessed who he was, which was presumably a mascot named “Springtrap” that was currently rotting for some reason, he took a look around in his surroundings. It appeared he was some sort of parking lot, it was a rather large one, presumably some sort of shopping center? 

Well, that’s what Springtrap had thought, until he had turned around and saw what he assumed was the biggest building he had ever seen in his life. On the face of said building was a logo presenting what appeared to be cartoonish anthropomorphic animals smiling while holding instruments. 

Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza-Plex were the words proudly presented around the picture, with many neon lights around the logo, glowing exuberantly. Springtrap felt the oddly intense urge to roll his eyes. Good God. Were the makers of this place compensating for something? Pizza places should be small diners, not the size of a space battleship from a sci fi film. 

But, building size aside, for some reason he felt some sort of odd affection towards the bear and chicken. Something about those two… he appreciated them for some odd reason. Whoever made those mascots, they were pretty talented. 

And with said odd feelings, there was a strong overwhelming urge to go inside, and investigate. A giant pizza restaurant, how could he resist going in to investigate? From what he could tell, the doors were still open. No “Closed” signs were there to stop him, either. Guess that was an okay for him to come in, then.

Decision being made, he climbed to his feet and started to walk to the door, making a mental note of the clanking noises his metallic feet made. Sneaking anywhere definitely wasn’t an option, that was for sure, but with how noisy this place would probably be, it wouldn't be much issue. 

The automatic doors slid open with an automatic ding sound as he slinked inside. The outside looked big enough already, but when he had stepped inside, he was gawking yet again. A giant area that was solely dedicated only to the ticket booths was the first thing that greeted him. Beside the booths were giant pillars with curved screens that seemed to only advertise what looked to be their own food products and gift shop toys. Neon signs advertised the message “Come back soon!” In cheerful glowing cursive writing, too. No doubt an attempt to entice their customers to come back after spending god knows how much money in this place. 

Past what was presumably the ticket gate was a statue of what looked like the “Freddy Fazbear” character. A giant, gold statue to be specific. Another eye roll for that one. Looks like the bear is also compensating. Is this entire place just compensation central? What a bunch of pathetic whelps. 

Now that he was in, he scanned the place for any bathrooms, for what he needed was a mirror. He wanted to get a better look at himself, and he doubted that there were just some random mirrors he could find near a ticket booth. Finding said bathrooms was of little challenge, given the size of the place. 

Unsurprisingly, the brand's face was all over in the bathrooms when he had entered, even a poster of the gang, really nailing down how much this company just loved plastering themselves everywhere. But that was quickly forgotten when he walked to the sinks to take a look in a mirror. 

Indeed, he was a mascot. A bunny mascot to be precise, but even his upper body was still rotten and some holes and decay were showing. His “suit” was mostly olive green, excluding his tummy patch which was a darker forest green, complete with a button on his chest area. His head was the more bizarre part, as he was missing half an ear, complete with a red wire sticking out, while the other ear seemed mostly intact, excluding the top lobe exposing some metal pieces. 

His face was something else. It appeared to be the mask of whatever mascot he was, the lips being rotted away to expose fake teeth, now appearing as an unnerving toothy grin. So, what am I, a robot? A lot of evidence backed up said suggestion, he could see what appeared to be a metallic endoskeleton through the openings of the suit. And his eyes were way too big, and were hard and plastic-ish, his pupil was glowing, too. His feet were also made of metal for crying out loud. 

But… wrapped around the inner parts of the skeleton and under the rotting suit was what appeared to be intestines. Human intestines. Springtrap originally thought those were just wires, but when he looked closer at it through the mirror and pressed on them with his fingers, no type of wires looked that wet. Or soft. Or organic. Hell, he could hear them squish and make other gag inducing sounds if he twisted himself around too much. 

Those had to be human organs strewn across his “skeleton”. But if that was true, those were his human intestines, then what on earth was he? Springtrap ran his hands over his mouth. I don’t feel like a robot. Robots don’t feel, right? I feel like I’ve experienced stuff like hunger and thirst. I don’t right now but I know how it feels. I’m pretty sure I’m not a robot. If I were a robot, I’d have like some sort of heads up display, glowing vision, right? My vision doesn’t feel robotic, even with these fake eyes. Everything looks pretty normal. Weird. Meh, I don’t like inner conflict, it’s tiring. I’m human. There, problem solved. Now what?

Accepting that somehow he was presumably a human trapped inside of some robotic suit with mostly being replaced by robotic parts, he began to think about his looks, and current situation. Any normal person would be horrified at this fate worse than death, bent over and emptying their stomach on their floor. Springtrap however…

Honestly… it’s not too bad. I kind of like it. He raised his fists, opening and closing them experimentally, and clenching them into fists and moving his arms to the side, as if he was flexing. I certainly look intimidating… and not to mention my height! I’m at least a good six point five feet tall. It’s not seven feet, but I’ll take it. 

Any normal person would be freaking out. But Springtrap knew he wasn’t normal. His lack of emotion upon waking up was already a red signal to him. Well, he felt at least pleased now, so he apparently wasn’t a complete psychopath with no empathy or feelings.  

Satisfied with himself and his appearance, Springtrap saw fit to go further into this place. Something… something about it was… alluring in a way. However, his first true “obstacle” was getting past the ticket gate. Well, calling it an obstacle was a dumb joke. As he walked up to the gate, he realized just how short it was compared to other gate doors. This thing barely went up to his waist! Any person could just vault over this and-

“THE MEGA PIZZAPLEX IS CLOSED.”

The sudden voice made Springtrap jolt up in surprise, causing him to whirl around and see what was probably the most bizarre sight he’d seen so far. It was a robot. On wheels. It was like a white test dummy mannequin… thingy. It had unblinking eyes with some red blush painted on its cheeks, while it’s lower half was just a segway built into the body with no legs to be found. It was without a doubt the stupidest robot design Springtrap had ever seen in his life. Judging from the mop it carried, it was some sort of mop bot.

“THE MEGA PIZZAPLEX IS CLOSED” The Mop Bot repeated. “LEAVE THE PREMISES, OR I WILL BE FORCED TO CALL SECURITY.”

Springtrap simply rolled his eyes at the threat. Are you serious right now? I don’t have time to waste with this stupid bot, I’ve got places to be, like anywhere but here. He turned to vault over the gate. 

But the bot grabbed his shoulder rather forcefully, attempting to pull him away from the gate. “ALERT, ATTEMPTED UNAUTHORIZED ENTRANCE.” Barked the mop bot, “I WILL NOW CONTACT SECUR-”

Almost instinctively, Springtrap snapped his arm out, grabbing the mop bot's throat, and began to pull in anger. The robot's head came loose surprisingly quickly, and was ripped off, leaving behind sparking wires. Now effectively deactivated, the mop bot’s balance was gone, causing it to fall flat on its chest. 

It was only after a solid minute or two of him staring at the head did Springtraps' anger finally begin to dissipate, and he had realized what he had done. But… he didn’t feel fear at his immense strength. In fact…he felt excited. 

Haha! I just tore that thing’s head off with little to no effort. It was like pulling a stick off a knocked over tree! This body ain’t half bad! It felt good to do that. 

Smugly dropping the head to the floor and punting it like a soccer ball, he turned and vaulted over the gate to explore more of the Pizzaplex. This place will have something of interest for me, I’m sure. I wonder what though, maybe I’ll meet the man… or bear, Freddy himself!

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Freddy Fazbear was having a rather interesting night so far. First, he had missed his hourly charge cycle, he had a malfunction onstage in front of hundreds of customers and children, and the next thing he remembered was waking up in his room, staring at his mirror. But it somehow got even more strange, because a small boy named Gregory had apparently been hiding out in his chest hatch, fleeing from Vanessa, the head of security. 

According to the boy, Vanessa had also disconnected him from the main office, to prevent him from notifying the authorities or calling for help, effectively locking him out of the system. He didn’t understand why she would do this.

"I don't know why, but she's trying to get me!" The boy had said.

He also couldn’t understand why Gregory was so afraid of her, Vanessa was there to help people like him! But she did disconnect him from the main system for some reason…giving reason to believe the boy's tale. After taking a look at the terrified look on the kids face, who wouldn’t? But he still broke the rules… 

“Gregory… I understand if you do not trust her. But you cannot be here, you’ve broken several rules already, sneaking in my hatch, staying after closing, hiding from security, if someone else had caught you, you’d be in a world of trouble!”

The boy’s eyes began to water, threatening to spill out from his brown eyes as he looked down in guilt. “I-I’m sorry Mister Freddy… I-I d-didn’t know what to d-do… I was s-scared….”

If Freddy had some sort of metal heart in his endoskeleton, it broke at the sight of the boy about to cry. He felt the urge to just hug him and tell him everything would be okay. “But… I can make an exception for you, I will help you. And please, Freddy is just fine.”

Slowly the boy looked up, wiping his eyes. “R-Really? Y-You will??? Th-Thank you mis- Freddy!”

“Of course. Here, take this,” His cavity opened once more. “It is a novelty Freddy Fazwatch.”

Hesitantly, the boy walked back over and took the watch, wrapping it around his wrist. A vibration made him jump slightly. “W-What was that?!”

“I am sending you an encrypted message.”

Freddy patiently waited as Gregory fiddled with his new watch, and played the encoded voicemail instructing him to press a button, but was of slightly worse quality audio wise due to the small speaker. It was an impressive product though, Fazbear entertainment prided themselves in only the absolute quality products! It had maps, messaging systems, video feed, and a “to do” task list!

(They left the actual watch part out, they weren’t able to fit in the clock.)

“Well done Gregory,” Freddy praised as the metal door opened, mentally taking note of the way the boy seemed to brighten up at the praise. “There is an open air vent inside the maintenance room. You will have to climb through the ventilation system and release me from the outside.”

Gregory seemed hesitant. “A-Are you sure? It’s k-kinda dark in there…”

“There is nothing to be scared of,” Freddy assured. “You can do it. I believe in you.” 

After a few minutes of gentle coaxing, he managed to goade the kid into going through into the vents. But as the kid disappeared, Freddy knew that he was worried, every second that passed meant it was just one moment closer to closing, and if that happened, Gregory would be trapped. 

Walking to the window of his room, Freddy saw the boy walk up to the window and wave, causing him to return said gesture. Gregory would have to get his hands on a photo pass in order to let him out, so he hoped Gregory would be able to find one. 

As the boy walked off to search for the pass, Freddy began to think. It was rather coincidental that the boy was here tonight, as things… hadn’t been normal. His friends hadn’t been normal, either. 

Roxy had been more depressed than ever, and Freddy would be lying if he said he hadn’t heard his friend sobbing in her room, or a slight hiccup when they were preparing to go on stage. Any attempts to ask if she was okay would be stopped by assurances that she was just fine, and was “the best” of them all, but there was doubt in her tone, which he picked up on. 

Chica had been extremely gluttonous, her obsession with pizza and food went from a slight interest, to a complete obsession. He remembered the day when she had allegedly lunged at a waitress serving a customer her favorite pizza mix. There had been a lot of yelling from the mechanics, and Chica had been dragged down to Parts and Service to be “fixed”. The chicken hadn’t even apologized, only trying to rip free to go to the trash to where uneaten pizzas were disposed of. 

Monty might have had it the worst in the case of the band's “Malfunctions”. When Monty had first been introduced to the band, he was primarily a replacement for… another band member that was no longer here. The mechanics and higher ups seemed to love the idea of Monty however. 

Originally, Freddy had felt only bitter resentment for Monty, as his sole purpose was just to be a replacement. He’d only interact with the gator during mandatory talking segments in their shows or songs on stage, and saying nothing to each other between shows. But eventually, when Monty had tried to approach Freddy, they actually hit it off quite well as bandmates. Despite his big claws, teeth, size, and loud voice, Monty was a very chilled out person. 

But nowadays, Monty was so quick to anger, and extremely prone to tantrums and destruction. Freddy had lost count of the times his friend had lashed out in rage, and shouting at other bandmates, usually causing Roxy to start crying again, and Chica yelling back, not backing down from the bigger animatronic. Sometimes Monty would have to be locked in his room, and during off hours Freddy had to listen to every agonizing minute of Monty trashing his room in a vain attempt to escape. Combined with Roxy’s crying, and Chica’s clucking and gnashing teeth, some nights were horrible.

Was it mere coincidence that the boy being here and Vanessa acting strange were both happening at the same exact time that the mood in this place was dampened while his friends slowly seemed to lose their minds? 

“Freddy!” A small voice called from his internal systems, “I’ve got the photo pass, there was a free one just sitting on the floor waiting to be taken!”

“Good job!” Freddy hummed. He hoped there was enough time to get the poor boy out. “Now please, come let me out!” 

Soon enough, Freddy heard the quiet pitter patter of feet come near his door, causing him to step in front and await his freedom. The door slid open, revealing once more the small nervous boy that was Gregory.  

“Great job Super Star!” Freddy said, ears wiggling excitedly. “I knew you could do it.”

The boy’s chocolate eyes widened, and an adorable smile appeared on his face. “Th-Thanks Freddy!”

As cute as the boy was, Freddy there was no time to dilly dally. “I know how to get you out of here. Climb in my chest cavity. There is still time, but we must hurry. If I am spotted, I will most certainly be taken back to my room. I will escort you to the main exit through the utility tunnels. It is the fastest way.”

Gregory seemed hesitant at the idea. “Okay… but… be careful moving around, I don’t want to be crushed and twisted into a meat pretzel.”

“I promise you Gregory, I will not harm you. Do you trust me?”

“Well, I guess I have too.” And with that, the boy climbed in, allowing Freddy to make his way towards the tunnels. Even if they didn’t make it to the exit in time, he knew that he would protect this boy with his life.

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Springtrap never thought he would despise the idea of neon lights. They were pretty, attractive, and eye-catching to any passing people. Neon lights were supposed to be used sparingly in shop windows or on the side of a building, maybe blinking and glowing to show what you were advertising. But if you had an indoor amusement park, the last thing you should do is place them everywhere on every inch of your establishment, because then it started to get a bit straining on the eyes, not to mention repetitive. 

Unfortunately it appeared that Fazbear entertainment did not get the memo, and they didn’t seem to have the slightest idea of the concept of what “acceptable indoor decorating” was. He rolled his eyes as he looked at the gift shop. Glamrock Gifts were the words on top of the entrance. They also had neon lights as well, just like everything else in the damn building. 

Neon. Neon lights. The rabbit was starting to get sick of the word itself, just thinking about it was starting to tick him off. Not only do they place these stupid neon lights literally every five feet, its only in blue or pink, which can be nice, but it’s the ONLY colors used, it’s starting to just look unappealing. God, with how much of these neon lights and signs combined with their normal building lights, I can only imagine what their electricity bill must look like. 

The door slid open as Springtrap slinked inside to take a look. This place must be an electrician's nightmare. Then again, their paycheck must not be a nightmare if they keep coming back to replace or fix the bulbs.

The S.T.A.F.F bots slowly learned that getting in his way was a very bad idea, as he had shoved roughly five of them that wheeled in his way ever since he got in through the gate. (And also kicked over the wet sign bot out of spite) But they seemed to be getting the idea that staying out of his path was a good decision. Maybe they were learning machines, or maybe they were looking for something... or someone else.

Shockingly, Glamrock Gifts didn’t stand out too much compared to an average gift shop, there was the average stuff such as stuffed animals of the band members or other characters, keychains, magnets, paper masks, even bags of chips. (Wait, were the purple chip bags just called “disappointment”? Ha!) Uninterested, he moved behind the cash register to a staircase that led downstairs, but halted at the paintings beside the staircase walls. 

It was a strange, new character that he’d never seen before, and none of the signs had advertised it either. Well, it was two characters actually, both smiling. One appeared to be a sun based character, while the other was moon. They wore strange jester pants, collars, and shoes, and had two buttons on their chests. Their heads were much larger than their small chests, and had seemingly exaggerated limbs. 

Sundrop and Moondrop! Were their apparent names, according to the words accompanying each respective character. It looked alright design wise, but what was the most jarring thing to Springtrap were their strange noses, that poked out like tree branches. I do not envy those two, especially with that nose, yikes. It’s like someone took the sun and moon, the concept of humanoid characterization, pinocchio, and just dropped all of them in a huge blender while holding the “blend” option for a solid ten minutes. If designs like this make it out as official products, I shudder to imagine what the concept art looked like. 

The bottom of the staircase wasn’t much of interest either, as it was just an extension of the gift shop above. Or was the top an extension of the bottom, since the first floor was built first?

The usual stuff was there, more plushies, keychains. But this floor had two plushies of the sun and moon character, it even had its own shelf, placed by a present that read as “Free Mystery Prize.”

Free stuff? Why the hell not, I’ll take it.

Not bothering to fiddle with the windup crank, he pried the lid off, only to be greeted with a purple hippo magnet. 

Aaaand back in it goes. Nevermind. Last thing I need is a magnet sticking to my skeleton. I’m just gonna avoid these presents from now on if all they have are garbage stuff I’d get in a fast food kids meal. 

Ever since he stepped into this building, Springtrap could safely say that this place wasn’t impressing him very much, the combined obnoxious neon lights with stupid as nails security bots and unappealing gift shops were not that very great. With how big this place was, he had been expecting… well, much more than this. He’d give it some slack, as there was obviously much more to this place given the enormous size of the place, but so far the first impressions were lackluster. 

However, as he exited the way he came, something caught his eye that hadn’t before. It was a two red metal doors, with the words SuperStar Daycare Pickup being above said doors. The font used was extremely exaggerated and colorful with a rainbow and two stars above. A daycare? In this place? Is that right? I’m sure that's totally not a terrible idea at all.

Curiosity peaked, he went to open the door, only to find out that it was electronically locked. It managed to last a whole ten seconds before he managed to force them open. Uncaring if he had broken the lock permanently, he continued on into this new area. It was nothing amazing, but for once it seemed to not vomit neon lights on every inch of the place, save some normal soft pink lights on some wall pillars, but it wasn’t that bad compared to the previous room. Brick textured walls replaced the dull painted walls from before. The ceiling also had a very nice night sky aesthetic to it, with a dark background and stars speckled everywhere, even glowing! He’d give it points for not destroying his retinas. 

Although when he passed a shutter door, the whole “night” look was countered with a complete design whiplash. The entire entrance seemed to be painted in bright baby blue, complete with golden statues of what appeared to be the Sun and Moon drop characters from earlier in the gift shop. 

What in the hell… golden statues again? Do they just straight up worship the characters? I’m gonna assume with all of these golden statues, the children get lambs to sacrifice to their idols, hell they probably pray to Freddy Fazbear to give them a bountiful pizza harvest. Judging from the electric signs literally saying “pizza” over there, maybe they actually do. 

It was stupid, but for now it was preferable to the ungodly amount of neon lights from before. If he had human eyes, they’d probably be bleeding. 

Past the Sun/Moon idol, he saw what appeared to be a rope web that surrounded an entire humongous playset covered in cushioning and foam pallets. A prison for children. I suppose this is worth investigating. I really don’t have anything to do, and it’s more interesting than gift and coffee shops with those stupid bots. But how do I get in?

About six seconds of looking around did he see the painfully obvious sign of “Slide into fun” above the entrance to a tube slide.

Can I even fit in that thing?

It turned out he could, if he straightened out his body, and crossed his hands on his chest, managed to slip in. 

He descended down the slide alarmingly fast, traveling as fast as a torpedo with no way to stop. Thankfully, there was an extremely large pit of colorful plastic balls that awaited to cushion his impact. Upon exiting the slide, the explosion of balls everywhere could have been heard from a mile away, sending them all over the place. Hm. I guess ball bits are pretty alright, a good fun time for me if I was younger. Well, excluding the ungodly amount of germs and bacteria usually found in these. 

Springtrap’s ears and eyes slowly rose from the balls as he slinked around like a shark in water. But I don’t find much entertainment from these things, since I’m not a kid anymore, and I’m also a cyborg or whatever stuffed into a bunny suit. Perhaps there’s more interesting things ahead.

After he neared the platform to climb out of the ball pit, the strange noise of mechanical winding drew his attention, causing him to halt in his place. Directing his eyes upwards, he could see a platform very high up on the wall, with a castle themed painting around it. And walking onto said platform appeared to be… another animatronic?

Indeed it was another animatronic, and not just a dumb security bot, it had strange jesters clothes, exaggerated proportions, and its face was shaped like a sun. Sundrop.. Or Sun in the flesh… or metal. I thought he was just a cartoon character on screens and advertisements, I was unaware that he was an actual physical person… or thing. He watched as Sun did a dramatic twirl a few times until the bot spotted Springtrap's ears and eyes sticking from the ball pit. 

Upon spotting the rabbit, sun threw his arms up in a jovial fashion. “Hoooo hooo hoooo!” exclaimed the bot, then suddenly dove off with hands together as if he was diving off of a diving board into a lake or pool. 

When Sun didn’t emerge from the balls after several moments, Springtrap “swam” through the balls to take a closer look, only for the daycare bot to suddenly emerge, causing multiple balls to fly outwards from the sudden displacement. 

“Well hello new friend!” The bot exclaimed, waving his arms around excitedly as he looked down at the rabbit. “Whatcha got there, hm? Is that some sort of rabbit mask, that’s cool! We make rabbit masks here! Why don’t you come out and show me, huh?”

Springtrap simply stared for several seconds as he absorbed the command. Come out? Well, if you insist. Moving his feet to stand, balls moved and shifted to accommodate him slowly standing to his full height. It was clear he was significantly taller and larger than the thinner daycare bot, as he didn’t even reach Springtraps neck.

Sun simply stared at the rabbit, slightly unnerved by the rotting grin that greeted him. “W-Well you uh… you’re a big one? But you’re not a child… why are you here? I’ve never seen you before! I uh… who are ya?” 

Even if he could speak, Springtrap wouldn’t have answered. I answer to nobody. But even if I could, I wouldn’t answer to some inbred puppet thing. He walked past Sun, who instinctively moved out of his way to avoid being trampled, and watched as the rabbit climbed out of the ball pit to investigate the playset. 

“W-Wait where are you going?”

Ignoring Sun, he took a good look around to soak in his surroundings. The walls were painted baby blue, like the check-in station was. Some fake glowing clouds were plastered on the wall to resemble a summer sky. 

Indeed, the playset was rather large, tunnels, platforms, and bridges were strewn about, and where there weren't tunnels or platforms, there were large cubes and other shapes for children to climb all over. Everything was covered with the foam padding and soft materials, save the elastic nets on some of the platforms in the play castle. There was even a giant Freddy bear plushie that towered over him.

It was clear that there was a definite emphasis on safety, given the soft squishiness of everything. Although the rabbit had a feeling it was less about the safety, and more of liability. It’s likely that they just covered everything to avoid child injuries, because injured kids usually bring lawsuits along with them. Lame. They should have a true legit playset outside on a metal playground. Maybe they’ll grow a spine and thicker skin when they fall onto the rock gravel. 

“This place is for kiddos only mister, what are you doing here?”

Ignoring the daycare attendant from behind him, he continued looking. The only other notable thing he could see were these bizarre metallic barrels with stars, moons, and music notes speckled around each one. They were stacked in threes, similar to cup stacking, but these barrels didn’t really appear to serve any purpose for fun or entertainment. He wondered why they even bothered putting them in here in the first place. 

The only thing that stuck out about them was the lack of foam or padding, meaning someone could probably toss this at another kid and cause a notable bump or bruise. Curious about the weight and durability, Springtrap leaned down to one of the bottom barrels, and gave it a good punch, causing it to collapse the top barrel and knock over the secondary bottom barrel. 

“Oh no no no! What a mess!” Cried Sun from behind, causing the rabbit to snap in his direction. “Oh, which one was the bottom? Where is the top? Clean up! Clean up!” The daycare attendant immediately bent over and began attempting to sort them out and stack them back to their original place. 

The sudden reaction and obsession with the barrels gave Springtrap pause as he watched the opposing animatronic fuss over the mess he made. What’s his damage with these barrels? Why is he so obsessed with them being stacked? Is this some sort of programming feature to keep the playset clean? Or maybe he just has the worst case of OCD. Either way, I am now interested in this “feature”.  He patiently stood to wait for Sun to finish restacking the barrels to the way they were before. 

As the daycare bot finally finished positioning the top barrel, he turned towards Springtrap. “Now… I don’t know where you come from mister rabbit guy, maybe you’re an old member in the band? I heard that they used to have a bunny, at least before Monty came along.”

The rabbit gave no response.

“Um.. well… anyways, whoever you are, there is a rule we all follow here, we must keep the lights on. On. ON. But… another rule that usually isn’t brought up is who’s allowed to be here.” He rubbed the back of his head. “But band members aren’t supposed to be here, this place is for kids only! It’s a daycare after all! But yeah… I’m gonna have to ask you to leave here because rules state that-”

Springtrap leaned over, gently placing one hand on one of the bottom barrels. 

“Wh-What are you doing?”

Putting more force into his hand than last time, the green rabbit pushed the bottom barrel into the other one, sending them several feet away, causing all three to roll away. 

“No St-” Sun gave a very noticeable twitch, as a slight spark sound was heard as he immediately reached for the nearest barrel to once more pick up after Springtrap. “Oh no no! What a mess!”

Very very peculiar, it appears it is indeed hardwired into him, he even says the same thing with the same exact tone and pace. Well… he is a bot after all. I’d feel bad for him if I cared enough, glad I’m not one hundred percent bot, programming like that would drive me insane. Or maybe it wouldn't, if they programmed me to be sane or something.

Even if the slightly pathetic sight was entertaining, seeing it twice didn’t have the same “oomph” as before, and he was slowly losing interest again. Since entering the playset was absolutely not going to happen, his eyes locked onto what appeared to be an office area that stuck out like a sore thumb. The office had hard linoleum floors with a desk, chairs, and multiple computer monitors. 

By said office, was a pair of massive wooden doors that were presumably the exit out of here. Looks like the exit, I’ll check by the computers to see if there’s anything worth taking or seeing, then I'll leave this idiot to drool over his barrels or whatever.

Upon seeing the rabbit move towards the office, Sun attempted to prevent Springtrap from reaching his destination, only to be shoved to the floor instantly. “W-Wait, you’re not allowed to be back there, it’s off limits! E-Employees only, those are the rules! You’re gonna get us in trouble!”

If he had the voice box to do it, Springtrap would have scoffed at the warning. In trouble, huh? In trouble with who? Those stupid security bots with their stupid flashlights that do literally nothing but go in circles? I’m trembling with fear, I assure you. 

Upon first glance, it didn’t look like there was much of interest, it was a rather clean workspace, save the single empty pizza box. The screens simply displayed the company's logo on a loop as its splash screen with moving still images in the background. The keyboards and mice were wireless, and seemed pretty well kept. The only really eye-catching thing on the desk was what appeared to be a plastic Freddy Fazbear head with a little security hat just sitting there by itself. Was it glowing? Curious once more, Springtrap picked it up, and attempted to fiddle with the device for several seconds, until his right thumb accidentally pressed down on the elongated nose, causing a honk sound to play. He watched as it opened its mouth to reveal some sort of small card. 

Several moments passed as the rabbit brainstormed on why the way it opened seemed so familiar, and his eyes opened wide as he realized that there was another type of little box that opened like that. Oh hell. It opens up like a ring box. I pray that no one used one of these things to propose to their significant other. I can’t physically throw up in my mouth but… 

His inner thoughts were quickly halted, as all of the lights suddenly went out, covering the entire place in pitch black, causing him to place the head and card back where he found them. A power outage? Or do they actually shut down the lights in this place? It wasn’t much of a bother to him, for some reason, he felt well adjusted in the dark, and he could see everything fine enough. Guess I have night vision or something. 

However, a certain animatronic did not seem very excited at the idea of the darkness. Sun leapt on the desk to point at Springtrap accusingly. “NO, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?! LIGHT’S ON! I WARNED YOU, I WARNED YOU!”

The bot began to seize extremely violently, surprising even Springtrap as he watched intently. Sun suddenly began pulling away at his face, as if something wanted to come out of him. 

Is he stroking out? Is he solar powered? What the hell is up with this guy?

Very loud sparking and grinding noises were heard as Sun finally gave one last cry, and fell over on his back, and out of sight. 

Long moments passed of complete silence. He was considering walking over to see just what on earth had happened to Sun, until two blue hands gripped the corner of the desk, and pulled Sun up.

“Naughty rabbit… Naughty…”

It appeared something was indeed wrong with Sun, as he had changed completely. Gone were the sun petals that adorned his head, the only thing there being a night cap that hung limply. The red jester parts had turned a deep blue as well. 

Wait… that’s Moon from the posters! They are the same person? Hm. I didn’t know that. It’s a technological marvel that he is able to change his color, I wonder how that works mechanically…

“You must be punished, rule breaker.”

When someone is expecting an attack, they are usually not quick to fall over. But when someone off guard is pounced, they are usually easily toppled over. The same rule applied to certain green rabbit, who was shoved to the ground when Moon had suddenly leapt at him, growling and snarling the whole way down. 

Immediately Moon was on the offensive, clawing, punching, and finally attempted to wrap his hands around Springtrap’s throat. The struggling continued, until Springtrap finally realized just what the offending bot was attempting to do. Wait a second… is he… trying to choke me? Another animatronic? Is he for real? What a fool. As funny as that is, I think I’ve grown rather bored of this daycare. 

The rabbit casually reached up to grab both offending limbs, and began to squeeze both of Moon’s wrist as tightly as he could. 

The daycare attendant actually cried out in pain as his grip released, surprising Springtrap, who hadn’t the faintest idea they could feel anything physical. They can feel pain? Why on earth would they program that? Hmmm…. If they can… let’s see how much he can feel.

Releasing Moon’s right arm, he moved both of his hands to grasp the left arm. Seeing opportunity, Moon used his free hand to wind up a punch, and sock the rabbit directly in the jaw, causing the rabbit's head to turn sharply from the impact. 

But Springtrap simply slowly turned back to stare at him, tilting his head as if to say: “Really?” The rotting animatronic then gripped the left limb, and proceeded to twist his hands in opposite directions. The very audible noise of plastic, metal, and wires snapping and breaking could be heard, causing Moon to let out a shriek of agony, desperately clawing and punching with his free hand in a desperate effort to free himself.  “L-LET G-GO!” Moon screamed as he continued fighting and failing to escape the rabbit’s vice like grip, “G-GET AWAY! STOP!”

Ignoring the pleas of his attacker, Springtrap continued twisting until one final loud SNAP was heard, and Moon’s left hand was ripped off, now grasped securely in Springtrap’s grip. Holding up the air like a prize, he took a closer look, curious on how it managed to change color under a few seconds. It’s like a chameleon in a way…strange indeed.

Taking advantage of the distraction, Moon scuttled away towards the playset while he groaned and cried in agony, holding the stump where his left hand and wrist once were.

As he rose to his feet, Springtrap tilted his head again. Why on earth would they program a bot to feel pain? What’s the appeal? Is it so kids can feel satisfaction when they group up on one and beat it down? Still… He tossed the hand on the floor by one of the office chairs. I feel like I might have let him off too easily, after all, I’m in the right here. This is self defense. 

He was many things, but he knew that he wasn’t a runner, that was for sure, so chasing Moon down wasn't going to happen. He preferred walking and slinking about. But if I want to teach him a lesson he won’t forget… maybe I should get him to come over to me willingly.  Walking away from the office, he calmly approached a nearby stack of barrels. 

And kicked it as hard as he could.

The sound of the tumbling barrels could be heard from everywhere in the playset, the noise echoed for a solid second as the barrels cluttered to the ground. He waited several seconds, listening intently for any noise. However, he heard nothing. Hm. Nothing. Perhaps I should restack them and try it again?

“Hrgh.. C-Clean up…”

Nevermind. 

Springtrap did not move a single muscle as he awaited the arrival of Moon. After a few seconds, Moon limped out, still clutching his stump. However, he halted in place when he saw the rabbit watching in mild amusement, who was patiently awaiting his arrival. “N-No st-sto- CLEAN UP! G-G-Get away from m- MESS! RIGHT SIDE UP!” His legs seemingly started to move by themselves, taking him in the direction of the decomposing animatronic standing there. 

However, even as Moon reached the barrels, Springtrap stood completely still, not moving or taking any action. One by one, Moon managed to readjust and assemble the barrels as he muttered about “messes”, although the cleaning process took a solid minute, as he had only one hand. 

Finally, the barrels were fixed, and Moon fearfully risked a glance in the direction of the cause of his agony. 

A rotting grin stared right back. 

Taking the opportunity from the lack of action from the rabbit, the daycare attendant turned around, and moved to take shelter in the playset before his attacker changed his mind. 

He was rewarded with a barrel to the back of his head. Moon stumbled and finally toppled over, gripping the side of his head with his only remaining hand. 

Springtrap simply sauntered over to Moon, and placed his metal foot on the back of the injured bot’s head. Slowly applying pressure, the sound of even more cracking could be heard. Clean up on aisle five, some barrels and trash on the floor need pickup.

“W-Wait, p-plea- ease…” Moon’s voice glitched, seemingly switching between the dark rough voice of Moon, but the more high pitched Sun’s tone escaped as he pleaded, “J-Just -ust ust ust leave.”

Lifting his foot slightly, Springtrap pondered for several moments, considering Moon’s pleading. Well, even if this little roughhousing session we had was fun, I guess I should leave here. But first, I think I’ll give you a little something to remember me by. 

Surprisingly, Moon’s leg came off much quicker than the arm, but that might have been because he pulled instead of twisted.

Gregory ran as quickly as he could, wiping the sweat and tears off his face as he ran. So far, this night had been one of the most terrifying he had ever had in his entire life. First, he had been almost caught by Vanessa when Freddy had taken him to the first aid station for a band aid. He had almost been captured because of one stupid cut! He thanked the stars that Freddy played dumb.

But then it got even worse. The three other band members, Chica, Roxy, and Monty had managed to find him, and had chased him to an office, forcing him to play a sick game of hide and seek to avoid them.

And now… it was almost over at least! Thirty feet away were the exit doors! He could make it if he just ran a little faster!

Twenty feet, he was almost there!

“Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza-Plex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols.”

The hope in his heart started to quickly die out as the shutters above the doors started to slide downwards. “No, no wait!” He begged. “I’m still here!” His cries were unheard, as the shutters finally slid shut with a decisive slam. I… I’m too late… I’m trapped.

The adrenaline from earlier was starting to wear off. He felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach. “I’m… oh no…” He quickly brought up his Faz Watch to call Freddy. “F-Freddy!” He gasped, trying not to break into hysterics. “Th-The shutters! I m-missed them! I-I’m trapped in here! I’m gonna… oh no… I’m…” He hyperventilated, clutching his chest as he collapsed to his knees. “No…no no no no…” He desperately tried to stop the tears from spilling down his cheeks once more, but failed. 

“Gregory, please!” 

“F-Freddy?” Gregory gasped between sobs. He hadn’t realized that Freddy had been trying to talk to him.

“Gregory, I believe you are having a panic attack. You need to listen to my voice, okay?”

“B-But shutters… I… t-trapped I can’t…” 

“Please, just… breathe for me. Can you do that? Breathe in, and out, is that okay?”

After an agonizing amount of time spent hiccupping and panting, Gregory managed to force himself to take in one big deep breath in, holding it, and releasing it. 

“Good job, just keep doing that. You’re going to be fine.” 

The boy repeated the breathing routine, until he finally felt like he could breathe normally. He wiped more tears off his cheeks. “Th-Thank you… I’m s-sorry about that. I…”

“There is no need to apologize.” Freddy assured, his gentle voice crackling through the speakers. “What is happening on your side?”

“I m-missed the shutters… Freddy, I’m t-trapped here…”

“I know… it is unfortunate. But there is still hope!” said Freddy in an unusually upbeat tone. “You should be able to escape when the security doors reopen at six AM. Until then, keep moving, don’t draw attention to yourself, and be safe. If there is another way out, I will help you find it… I promise. 

Although it was looking grim, Gregory couldn’t help but feel slightly reassured. “A-Alright… what should I do?”

Getting past the gate was no issue, thanks to the “Complimentary Free Entry Pass” wrapped in a wind up present near the entrance. It was just what was near the present that had caused some concern. It was a decapitated head, a S.T.A.F.F robot head, just lying there on the floor, as if someone had tossed it there and left it. 

That’s weird… why would a bot head just be lying there on the floor? Wouldn’t the employees clean it up before people saw? 

His question was answered when he had approached the gate. Lying on the ground was a decapitated S.T.A.F.F bot limp against the wax flooring, its neck piece still sparking slightly. “F-Freddy…” Gregory whispered, his anxiety returning with a vengeance,  “there’s a S.T.A.F.F bot by the entrance gate!”

Freddy didn’t seem bothered. “That is not unusual, Gregory, the S.T.A.F.F bots are the most numerous animatronic model we have here. There are over a hundred scattered around the entire pizza-plex!”

“No no, this one’s different, it’s dead!”

“Dead?” That got his attention. “How do you mean? Is it deactivated?”

Crouching down, Gregory twisted his head to see the ripped wires. “No… I think someone ripped it’s head off! I saw the head over where I got the pass but didn’t really think about it. But by the gate its body's here, still sparking!”

“Ripped off? Are you sure? S.T.A.F.F   bots have been known to break on occasion, and they have broken down quite frequently around Roxy’s Raceway. An employee with enough experience can disassemble one with little issue. Does it look like it was removed professionally, or brute force?”

“B-Brute force. I saw the ripped wires, who or whatever did this I think just ripped it off, and threw the head away.”

“That is… very unusual, and concerning. Those bots weren’t built to be overly durable like we are, but a single person couldn’t possibly pull its head off. But… perhaps if it was multiple people? Like a group of angry customers? We’ve… had similar events in the past where one of our bots had gotten attacked. Maybe that is what happened?”

“Maybe…? I don’t know, I don’t see any hand prints or anything…but that’s the only reasonable explanation I guess…” Gregory said as he passed through the gate, the faz watch automatically opened the gate, allowing him access. He could see multiple S.T.A.F.F bots patrolling the area, along with Chica, who was wandering around aimlessly. His fear slowly started to creep in, but he shoved it down. Be brave. Be brave. “I’m in Freddy, what should I do now?”

“Unfortunately the pass you have has extremely limited access, and it will only grant you access to the entrance lobby, which is where you are right now. As of right now, you cannot get into the main pizza plex, but you can find an upgrade machine in customer service. There should be a back way via the shops, check both the gift shop and coffee shop.”

“R-Right, okay.” He frowned as he glanced down at the pass, reading the words on the back. “Wait… this ticket says something else. It says everything about it only being good for the lobby shops, and to upgrade it, but it also says something about being good for one free prize at a shop called… Glamrock Gifts.” He crept up the deactivated escalator, as the rubbery mechanical stairs masked the sound of his shoes much more than the waxed staircase to the side. He eyed the nearby S.T.A.F.F bot’s patrolling the upper floor. 

“I wonder what the free prize is?” Freddy called from the fazwatch’s speakers, making Gregory jump a little in surprise.
The boy moved to take cover in the nearby photo booth, as Chica had been wandering a bit too close for comfort. He watched the security cameras to wait for the chicken to be far away enough for him to leave. “Beats me. I guess it wouldn’t hurt to check while I search. Maybe it could help me.”

The gift shop was a definite pain, as the close quarters combined with the lone S.T.A.F.F bot quickly zipping around the cramped area made sneaking around almost impossible. It was only by dumb luck he was able to reach past the cash register to the staircase that led to the lower floor. 

However, when Gregory had reached the free gift, it seemed to be already pried open, as if someone had gotten to it before him. But when he approached it, there still was something inside, he peeked inside to see… 

“A Mr. Hippo Magnet? Lame. It looks like it was already opened too, but they just dropped it back in.” Now he’d have to sneak over to the Faz Pad coffee shop to check if the upgrade machine was there instead. It had to be, right?

“Well, a magnet isn’t the most popular type of prize here, it is unsurprising they would return it. I am sorry.”

When he exited the Gift Shop, he once again was forced to sneak via the escalator yet again, although he thankfully didn’t have to dash over to the photo booth, as Chica was hanging around near the top entrance of the shop. She was not within earshot of his voice, so Gregory held up his watch. “Freddy,” He started, hoping a conversation would pass the time, “About the people attacking  S.T.A.F.F bots… were you serious about that?”

“I wish I could say no, but I will not lie to you Gregory. Indeed, it was much more frequent back when this place still sold alcoholic beverages. Some parents would become… unstable after consuming too much drinks, and would sometimes become violent. Whenever they made a fuss, a S.T.A.F.F bot would ask them to stop, or try to clean up their mess. It usually fell apart after that, sadly.”

Gregory couldn’t help but shuffle uncomfortably as he snuck into the coffee shop. Even though these S.T.A.F.F bots were hunting him, he couldn’t help but empathize a little bit with them. He knew what it was like to be on the receiving end of an angry drunk’s rage. “That sounds awful…”

“Indeed. I had witnessed it once before. It was… very unpleasant. Thankfully, Fazbear Entertainment no longer sells alcoholic beverages in any shape or form.”

“That’s good to hear, I guess…” The kitchen had no S.T.A.F.F bots on guard, so it was of little concern. After passing through a door or two, he finally found the upgrade machine. Holding up the pass, he inserted it into the card slot, only for it to be sucked in. “Freddy, I uh… I found the machine but I don’t have any money, and it ate my pass!”

“Try that magnet you found, just place it on the front of the machine.”

Gregory tilted his head in confusion. “The magnet? Uh, okay.” As he was currently broke, there wasn’t much other option. If it didn’t work, he’d just kick the machine and hope for the best.

Fishing in his pockets, he pulled out the Mr Hippo Magnet and held it up to the front of the machine. A very audible metallic sound was made as the magnet immediately attached itself to the machine. Almost instantly, the screen showed an “error” sign as it whirred and grinded as the magnet did its work. 

“It’s working!” Gregory exclaimed in disbelief. “I didn’t think it would actually work! How did you know that would work, Freddy?”

“As you probably guessed before, I’m able to wirelessly connect to things throughout the Pizza-Plex, such as the security office. I am also able to see reports made by other employees, workers, and my band mates. It is a precaution in case of a security risk, or customer danger. There is a report of one employee using a magnet to force the machine to give them free passes, which they usually pass on to family and friends. I usually keep quiet when I see it however.”

Reaching out to grab the pass offered by the machine, Gregory hummed thoughtfully. “You kept quiet about it? Why’s that?”

“Well… a few free tickets never hurt anyone, and they looked happy enough with their family. The company would never miss the few lost dollars, would they?”

The boy giggled, amused that a supposed strict rule follower like Freddy would let that slip. “I guess they wouldn’t.” He looked down to inspect his prize, and deflated upon reading the words. “It’s… some sort of daycare pass?”

“That is great news!” Freddy exclaimed, “The daycare is close by, we will meet there. The entrance is on the second floor, near the gift shop entrance you entered before. You shouldn’t have much issue. 

Gregory huffed. He was too big for daycares, wasn’t he? He wasn't a little kid anymore. Well… he wasn’t AS little as he was in the past. But if it was to reunite with Freddy he’d go through with it. 

Taking advantage of Chica searching around the ground floor fountain, he sprinted towards the doors that directed him to the Superstar Daycare. As he made his way past the doors, his faz watch went off once more. 

“Gregory… we may have a problem.”

That didn’t sound good. “What do you mean? What’s wrong Freddy, are you okay?”

“Nothing is wrong with me, Gregory. I am alright. But, I am near the main exit of the daycare, and it appears that the power is out.”

“Wh-What does that mean?”

“It means that the lights are deactivated, unusually early as well. You will have to enter the daycare, and find the emergency backup generators.”

Gregory frowned. “The daycare has… emergency backup generators? I… I guess that’s alright. At least I’ll be safe from the other bots there.”

“That is… where things get a bit complicated.”

He definitely did not like Freddy’s tone. “W-What do you mean? Is turning on the generators really complicated?”

“No, it is a simple flick of a switch. But you must be wary of the daycare attendant, who keeps children in line in the daycare. Normally, he would not be much of a problem, but I have reason to believe that he has been tampered with as well. Do your best to avoid him, and get the power back on.”

“D-Daycare attendant? O-O-Okay… b-but it is pitch black in there! H-how will I find my way around? I’ll be blind as a bat!”

“Check the work desk. Even in power outages, it will be lit up quite well, and it is required for office areas to have a flashlight in case of emergencies. It has a rechargeable battery that can be charged with charging stations. You will also need to grab a security badge as well, then let me in.”

“A-Alright Freddy…” The information dump took a few moments to absorb. So he needed to find a flashlight, restart generators, and take a security badge in order to let Freddy in. Easy.

Gregory was never a huge fan of the dark. He knew that most kids his age were afraid of the dark by default, but this was even more terrifying, as he knew this place was full of animatronics that wanted his head on a silver platter. He stared at the slide that was faintly illuminated by strange glowing stars on the ceiling on the walls. He could see a little ahead of him, but only barely. It felt like when he got past the shutters, he was blindly feeling around. 

Positioning his legs to what he hoped was the entrance to a slide, he pulled himself in, and slid down. If the inside of the slide wasn’t completely pitch black, there was a possibility that he might have enjoyed it. 

Reaching the bottom of the slide, he made contact with what he presumed was the inside of a ball pit. He cringed at the loud sound that was made upon impact, remembering Freddy’s instruction of “not drawing attention.” Only thing now was to hope the daycare attendant did not hear that.

Wading through the balls, he blindly felt around until he managed to find a solid floor to stand on. He still could barely see a thing, the star lights from before barely illuminating anything. 

Freddy said that there’s usually a flashlight at work desks in case of emergencies. That area with the computers must be the office! 

Not wanting to waste any more time here than he needed to, Gregory jogged over to the office area, thankful that the padded floor masked the sound of his footsteps. The flashlight was found in the “charging station”, which was just a Freddy head nailed to a wall. The security badge was also in a miniature Freddy head that was already opened. Feeling a bit more comfortable being armed with a light source, the boy moved to make his way towards the playset. 

Only for his foot to make contact with something plastic and hard. 

Eyes wide, Gregory stared down in surprise at the object that he had just accidentally kicked. Is… is that a… hand?! Upon closer inspection, it was a hand, although it was a false plastic one. The hand was clenched tightly into a fist, and the occasional spark came out of the stub at the end.He swallowed nervously. This felt extremely familiar to him. 

“Grghckk guh….”

A distorted glitching voice was audible nearby, causing Gregory to duck and cover behind the desks, flashlight clutched to his chest. That had sounded VERY close, and something told him that this daycare attendant was no stupid S.T.A.F.F bot. Freddy said to avoid him. And that voice didn’t sound friendly at all…

He took a deep breath in. But I can’t just sit here and camp out, he might find me! I gotta be brave. The breath was released . Be brave. Be brave. I can do this. Be brave. The words were repeated over and over in his head like a mantra. 

Slowly but surely, he rose to his feet as he repeated the phrase under his breath. He clenched the flashlight in his hands, shining it on what appeared to be the entrance to the playset. Five generators. Easy. 

Walking towards the entrance, he made sure to keep his breathing slow and steady, as to avoid another panic attack like before. He almost made it to the playset entrance, only to halt in his tracks when he saw what was near the entrance, and what was the source of the sound.

“C-C-C gck… Clean up…”

It was an animatronic. The daycare attendant. It was on the floor, writing and groaning in agony. But the most noticeable detail was the fact that it was missing a hand and a leg. Out of the corner of his eye, Gregory saw the missing leg a few feet away, still letting out sparks, just like the hand. What did this? The boy felt a massive wave of Deja Vu’ as he simply gawked at the injured bot. 

Even if it was dangerous, he felt a little pity, as it was clearly in pain, even as it attempted to stack some barrels, but failed. It appeared that it wasn’t even paying attention to Gregory, which the boy took advantage of. Creeping past the bot, he entered the playset and began his search. 

Why would they put emergency generators in a kids playset? Wouldn’t that be a major risk safety wise? This place is so confusing. 

Thankfully, the bot didn’t seem too keen on following Gregory inside, so while his fear of the unknown and the dark made the search rather tense and nerve wracking, he eventually managed to find them all. Hitting the switch on the final generator, he let out a sigh of relief as he watched all of the lights reactivate, causing his eyes to hurt a little as they adjusted to the light. 

It was also a pain to find the exit, as the maze-like structure of the playset made it extremely easy to get lost and confused. Finally. That was awful, I can’t wait to get back to Freddy. 

As he passed the daycare attendant to move towards the exit, he noted that somehow it had changed designs. The moon appearance and night cap had vanished, with sun petals surrounding the head. Well, some of them, Gregory could see that some of them had fallen off, along with other pieces on the floor. Even the coloring changed from blue to red on the stripes. 

Shaking off his thoughts, he turned back to the exit, fully ready to leave this place. 

“W-W-Wait..”

The sudden voice caused Gregory to pause. Well, he more or less froze in place out of sheer fear. The bot was speaking to him. He feared what would happen if he turned around. Would he jump at me? Grab me?  Swallowing his fears, the boy hesitantly turned around to see the injured animatronic, who now was lying on its back. 

“H-H-Hello, new friend. I-I’m Sun. Thanks f-for getting the p-power back on. I-I’d invite you to st-stay and play… but something is terribly wrong.”

Something’s been wrong since I climbed into Freddy’s chest cavity… “G-Gregory… nice to meet you.”

“Y-You need to g-get out of th-this place. T-There is something here. Something that a-attacked me.”

THAT had gotten Gregory’s attention, his fears of Sun slowly diminishing as he stared, dumbfounded. “So you were attacked!” Something had attacked an animatronic? What here would have a bone to pick with the bots… and he’s been pulled apart like the S.T.A.F.F bot from earlier…

The daycare attendant gargled, as he shifted himself to adjust his position. “Y-Yes… I was here b-by myself u-until a strange rabbit a-appeared. I’ve n-never seen it b-before.”

Fear slowly returned to the boy. A rabbit is going around attacking animatronics? I need to tell Freddy about this… he could also be in danger! “W-What happened? Where did it go?” 

“It d-didn’t even speak, only walked around, turned the power off, and then got into a little fight with me… b-because of my… other self.”

“Other self?”

“Y-Yes… something is wrong with me when the lights turn off, and my Moon rises. I become violent… and when the lights went off, I attacked it. It ripped my hand off, then followed me to rip my leg off, and then left.”

That would explain his different look from earlier. In a messed up way, the fact that Sun was injured was probably the only reason he was getting out of the daycare in one piece. He couldn’t imagine trying to escape this “Moon” when he was fully mobile. “I… I’m sorry. I wish I could help… but I can’t.”

Sun appeared to look around, as if paranoid about the possibility of his attacker being near. “Y-You need to leave this place. Not just the daycare, but the Pizza-Plex itself. As long as t-that THING is w-wandering around… no one is s-safe. Please, s-save yourself.”

Not having the heart to tell Sun that he was locked in, and trapped for the next six hours, Gregory simply nodded. “O-Okay. I’ll do that r-right now.”

“G-Goodbye, new friend. If… my other self attacks you… I’m sorry.”

Walking away from the daycare attendant, Gregory pressed the button to let Freddy in, and opened the wooden doors to exit. 

Only to be greeted by the sight of Freddy standing a few feet away from him, with an alarmed expression on his face. The cause of said alarm was presumably the other three band members, who were currently charging towards him. 

“Gregory, jump in!” The robotic bear cried, his chest cavity opening. “We need to get out of here, they have found you!”

Not needing to be told twice, Gregory sprinted as fast as his little legs could towards Freddy, clambering inside and squeezed himself into a little ball, letting out a sigh of relief as he saw the panel close. He could see through Freddy’s eyes once more. 

“We need to go upstairs. And do not worry, they cannot find you while we are together. We need to get to a recharge station immediately, every hour the power is diverted to the recharge stations. When that happens, the lights go out, meaning the daycare attendant is free to roam the station, remember, it will find you.”

“Freddy… I uh… I don’t really think the daycare attendant will be of much concern right now.”

“It will get out eventually, trust me. It may have a second wind, given enough time. Be cautious Gregory, we must not underestimate anyone or anything.”

Even if Sun only had two functional limbs, Gregory decided to listen to Freddy. Knowing this place, he really couldn’t be getting cocky or be underestimating anything. It felt good to get off his legs as he watched through Freddy’s eyes as they exited the daycare, and went into a nearby charging station. 

The boy’s muscles relaxed as he enjoyed his well earned rest. Right now, he didn’t care how long Freddy stayed in this station, all this running around had been tiring him greatly. He could just relax, and not worry about a thing. 

Until he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, causing his fluttering eyes to widen in surprise. 

It was… a rabbit? A rabbit lady? A lady dressed in a white bunny costume, which had signs of stitching and repair. The neck had a blue bowtie that flopped around. The head was a disturbing cartoonish rabbit with red eyes, and a strange demented smile. The newcomer was simply skipping along, as if nothing was wrong with the world. 

Suddenly the lady halted in her tracks, as if something out of sight had grabbed her attention. The boy held his breath. Did she notice them? However the lady began speed walking extremely quickly, as if she was in a rush. 

And just like that, she was gone, leaving Gregory with only more questions. “W-What was that?” 

“That is a fountain,” Freddy said cheerfully. “A decorative reservoir used for discharging water.”

Fountain? What- “No, not that!” Gregory squeaked, “The scary dancing rabbit lady! Didn’t you see that?”

Several moments passed, as if Freddy was hesitating to respond. “No.. I did not.” His voice sounded strangely sad. “There is no rabbit at the Mega Pizza-Plex. Not anymore.”

“But there was! I swear! It… it could be the rabbit that attacked Sun!”

“Sun?” Freddy echoed the name. “You mean the daycare attendant? You’re saying this rabbit attacked him?”

“Y-Yeah…” The boy twiddled his thumbs. “When I got in… he was lying down on the floor, someone had torn off his arm and leg. He told me that a rabbit character attacked him, and then just left.”

“Rabbit character… and you think this… rabbit lady you just saw is the culprit?”

“I guess so? She might have also been responsible for the janitor bot from earlier too. Why is she attacking the bots?”

“I… do not know, truthfully.” Freddy sounded troubled. “I know of only one other rabbit character in the Pizza Plex, but you say this is a lady, as in a human, right? Not an animatronic?”

“Yeah… compared to you, she’d look small and frail. She’s definitely not a robot like you are.”

“What happened while you saw her?”

Gregory readjusted himself so he was hugging his legs, chin resting on his knees. “She was just kind of casually skipping along, as if she was in a good mood. Then she suddenly just kinda stopped like she saw something, then sped off really quick. She must have been in a hurry.”

“That is unusual, and concerning. Fazbear Entertainment never skips on the quality of its products, especially the animatronics. This rabbit lady must indeed be very strong if she is able to tear apart animatronics with her bare hands. Perhaps it is in our best interest to avoid this ‘rabbit lady’.” 

Children were awful, Vanny decided. They were small, annoying, quick, and most importantly, extremely hard to find or catch. One of these said children was a small boy named “Gregory.” This little goblin had no family, no contacts, no guardians, and no records at all. It was like he didn’t exist in the world. 

But somehow, he not only managed to sneak inside Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizza-Plex, he managed to escape all attempts of capture. How was a stupid little kid so smart and fast on his heels? Normally, Vanny would just give up the chase, and call it quits. But she had special orders from her master to take this kid out. She didn’t know why the boss wanted this brat axed so badly, but she knew better than to disobey orders. 

But accomplishing said task was extremely difficult thus far. He’d somehow wriggled out of every encounter, and she had deployed all of her reinforcements. Well, most of them. Chica, Roxy, Moon, Monty, and the security bots were responding to the reprogramming rather well. They’d been given instruction to hunt the kid on sight, and the security bots would blare alarms to alert the animatronics upon spotting the target.  

But Freddy… Freddy was having a few issues lately. First, he had a major glitch on stage, ruining the show. Then he started wandering around aimlessly, apparently not knowing how he would get to certain places. This “Memory loss” wouldn’t help in her finding Gregory, so she decided to ignore the animatronic bear for now. He wasn’t going to be very helpful. 

With a kid managing to avoid all of this while escaping unscathed, Vanny would be lying if she said she didn’t have her doubts. I’m on a time limit too, if he manages to last the entire night, he’ll be able to get out once the security doors open. Then I’ll have to hunt him on foot in the city. 

And if she failed…

The bunny shook the thoughts from her head. No. I’ll find that disgusting brat and shove a knife into his gut. I’ll be rid of him soon enough, it’ll be easy! She started to skip as her inner pep talk continued. Even if I don’t find him myself, what’s stopping one of the bots from getting him? There’s no way he’ll escape. If everything goes well, I’ll be scraping bits of him from Monty’s teeth, or Roxy’s claws. 

Her skipping continued as she entered through the double doors that would lead to the daycare. Apparently some sort of “alert” had gone off, no doubt Gregory being spotted. All three of the band members have been sent there ahead of Vanny, in case she was too slow. If she was lucky, she’d see the body once she passed the shutter doors into the daycare.

But her jolly skip was stopped as she passed a charging station, due to what she had seen. 

Something was just… standing there by the shutter doors. Judging from its shape and size, there was no way it was human. 

What… What the hell is that thing?

Some instinct inside her told her that she shouldn’t approach, so for now she’d just observe. 

From what she could see… the figure appeared sort of humanoid, it at least stood on two legs. It had a roundish body, with short arms and legs. It didn’t even have hands, they were just circular plastic pieces. Its head was large and bulbous, wearing what appeared to me a propellor cap. It’s face was definitely the most jarring. A cold, dead toothy grin with a humanoid nose. Then there were the eyes. They were completely black, empty and hollow. The only sign of eyes in the holes were two glowing white pupils. Some sort of animatronic, apparently. It seemed to look right through her. 

But before Vanny could move to do anything, the phantom turned, and walked through the shutters. Wait, the shutters had been opening? Indeed they had been, but it seemed like they were already closing, meaning she’d have to wait for them to finish closing, then reopen it. 

Dumping the idea of skipping in favor of speed walking, the bunny quickly hurried after the strange animatronic, intent on not letting it get away. After the shutters slid back open, of course.

But as they reopened, she ducked under quickly halfway and began scanning the area. The daycare seemed to be completely lit up, she could see the three band animatronics searching. Searching from Gregory. The reason I even came to the daycare in the first place. She had been so distracted, that she completely forgot the reason she was here at all. The boy still had to be found, and time couldn’t be wasted chasing after ghosts. Fine. I’ll go see if the bots have managed to-

Hi.

Vanny immediately froze on the spot. That sounded like… a boy? A child, no doubt. The voice had echoed in her ears for several seconds before it stopped. Her eyes widened. Whatever the voice was coming from…

Was right behind her.

She whirled around, knife ready to stab hopefully was Gregory stupidly trying to talk to her. 

It wasn’t the kid. 

It was the thing. The thing from earlier, that had been standing at the shutter door. It stood in front of her, staring at her with its toothy grin as if it was the most natural thing in the world. 

She wanted to do something, anything. Run, scream, attack. But all she could do was stare. The design was the exactly the same, roundish body, weird spindly arms with the round hands, stubby feet, the bulbous head donning the propellor cap. The glowing white eyes staring at her.

Wait… I know this thing. This is balloon boy! From one of the arcade games!

Indeed it was balloon boy, but something was terribly wrong with its appearance. Instead of colorful blue and red stripes, the entire thing looked like it had been tossed in a fire. A sickly green coloring tinted the body while charred burn stripes were all over the body. 

Hello?

It.. It speaks… I don’t remember them making a model for the balloon boy character…

But what was more unnerving to her, is that it could SEE her. The glowing white pupils seemed to stare right through the mask at her real ones, as if it was staring into her soul. And the more she stared at it, the more realized the way that it was looking at her…

Was not unlike a predator about to lunge. 

The bunny had no time to react as balloon boy suddenly leapt off the ground, arms out to grab her, and its toothy jaw wide open, letting out a horrific screech the entire way. Vanny cried out as her vision filled with white as she lifted her arms instinctively to shield herself from her attacker. 

But the attack never came. 

Slowly but surely, her vision returned, but when she regained her sight, the animatronic was gone. F-Fuck… what… What the hell was that thing? What just happened? It could see me too… No. No. I’m just a bit stir crazy… th-there’s no way that was real! I gotta find the kid… It’s just your nerves, it’s not real.

But then why did it look and feel so real?

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Springtrap knew that he was a figure of terror. His entire purpose was to hunt and terrify his prey. Everyone and everything should be scared of him. Which meant he was never, ever scared. Not ever.

“Hi, please take this ma-” 

However, the sight of a map bot seemingly materializing out of nowhere and proceeding to shove a map in his face as it screamed at the top of its lungs about taking a map… Well, it may or may not have startled the rabbit.

Slightly. Barely. Just a little bit. 

And being startled may or may not have caused Springtrap to retaliate by swinging an angry fist in the map bot’s direction and nailing it in the face, causing it to crumple to the floor, twitching and sparking the whole way down. 

He blinked, staring at the bot on the floor. Oh. Oops. 

Even as he looked at the collapsed bot, he couldn’t exactly say he felt guilt for doing that. It’s not like the bot didn’t deserve a good deck in the face, as jumping out in front of someone and shoving an object in their face while screaming wasn’t exactly the brightest idea. Said bot was surprisingly still functional unlike its fallen brother from early, as this one was still sparking and twitching as it tried to offer him a map. 

Well, since it’s offering… maybe I’ll take one of those, given how massive this place is, and I really don’t know my way around. He bent over, politely yoinking the map being offered from the bot’s hand, and opened it to get a good look at the layout of the Pizza-Plex, so he’d know where to go next. 

Judging from the shape and layout, his current location was at the entrance and exit elevators to the atrium which led back to the gift shop. It didn’t take much to deduce that this palace was much much bigger than the average mall, even bigger than super malls. This place was more the size of a casino. 

It definitely felt like a mall though, with the multiple floors each having multiple stores, restaurants, and attractions of their own. The stage smack dab in the middle of the atrium was also a huge eye catcher, with it featuring giant moving holograms of…

Walking down the escalator, Springtrap waltzed over to the middle of the massive atrium to get a better look at the holograms. Well well well. So it seems I've finally come face to face with the band members in the flesh. He squinted. Well, light, since they are holograms and such.

Since he got here, he had seen an unholy amount of posters, cartoon depictions, posters, stickers, pictures, and plushies of every single band member, and he could safely identify them by name. There was obviously Freddy at the front, the star and lead singer of the band. Next was Glamrock Chica, who appeared to be favoring her fancy electric guitar. The wolf was known as Roxanne Wolf, who had a strange keyboard guitar. Monty Gator was the last, with his seemingly acoustic guitar. 

Although he got a good idea of their real appearance now, the rabbit doubted that the holograms accurately represented their height. There was no way those things were a story high in reality. Strangely enough, despite moving and swaying as if they were performing, no sound came from the stage or holograms, just silence as they moved and moved as if they were playing their instruments. Definitely awkward.

What made it even worse however was the holographic screen in front of the band, advertising none other than… more pizza. 

Pizza, of course. Pizza again. I know this place is called “Pizza-Plex” but would it kill them to advertise some other type of food other than pizza? They obviously have different foods, I saw an “El Chip’s” Mexican restaurant on the map. Why are they so damn obsessed with pizza? What is their damage with other food types? The lactose intolerant must not be a big fan of this place. Speaking of food… I do miss eating. I don’t even know my past, but I know for a fact that I’ve eaten before. Maybe before I transformed into whatever I am now I used to eat a lot. A burger sounds pretty great right about now. 

Springtrap ran his hands over his fake “teeth”, wishing he still had the bodily functions for consumption. I could use a smoke, too. Not a cigarette from a gas station or dollar store, a proper Cuban Cigar, with some whiskey or scotch. 

His slightly depressing nostalgic train of thought was stopped when he noticed a rather peculiar sign. It appeared to be some sort of attraction called “Fazer Blast.” being advertised in a stylized font. Checking the map he still had in his hand, he searched for the place, and found it. It appeared Fazer Blast was some sort of shoot 'em up attraction with a space themed aesthetic. 

According to the map, across the atrium was another attraction called “Monty Golf”. But the rabbit found the idea of a space themed shooter much more interesting compared to golf. Not to say that he hated Mini Golf, as it was a fine enough activity by itself. It was definitely more intriguing than normal golf though, that was a snorefest. 

Either way, he apparently was going to Fazer Blaster in the end. He hoped it was worth his time. It definitely should be more interesting than a kids playset. 

As he stepped under the currently opening shutters into what appeared to be the entrance area, it was very obvious that the attraction was heavily based or inspired by old space sci-fi, at least the fifties or sixties era. The designs were heavily reminiscent of the old fashioned space, complete with coin fed mini rides featuring curved rockets with pointed tips and three prongs near the exhaust. There was a cardboard cutout of Freddy standing by a  strange ferris wheel near the wall, surrounded by big fake planet balls, along with the star studded wallpaper to supposedly simulate the space feeling.

Between the ferris wheel and the concession stand was an elevator entrance currently being blocked by some sort of ticket bot. Since the words ENTRY were above in neon green lights above the elevator, he assumed it was the entrance to Fazer Blast. 

As Springtrap walked up to open the elevator manually, the ticket bot made the fatal error of trying to block the rabbit from entering by putting a hand up to stop him. Its tablet limb was ripped off and slammed into its head, and he stepped inside the elevator, intent on seeing Fazer Blast for himself.

At least the elevator has a decent chip tune, even if it sounds like it came out of a hand held from the nineties.

As the elevator reopened its doors, he stepped out and was immediately greeted with more space sci-fi designs, and a mini gift shop clothes and pins. There was another of the coin operated rides. Arcade machines were lined up on one side near what looked to be a trophy display. More cartoon versions of the band members were playing on the TV in silence, waving their arms about while wearing glass bowl space helmets. A sign up desk with a large television behind it sat, displaying the animated words “FAZER LEAGUE, JOIN UP NOW!” 

As he stepped past the entrance area Springtrap could admit he appreciated the space like design of this hallway. It appeared to be mimicking the inside of a spaceship or space station, with strange designed walls and patterns covered with glowing lights. It even had railings. With how little this Pizza Plex had impressed, the Fazer Blast looked very promising so far.

For this attraction, it definitely seemed like the company did not skimp out on quality, it even had a briefing room for new players like a classic sci fi military movie, complete with a staff bot wearing armor, a helmet, and holding a blaster as it gave an inspirational speech. However, the rabbit slowly lost interest when the bot began listing off “rules” about safety and other uninteresting topics, and began to tune out the voice. Well, I certainly hope this doesn’t take too long, I’m not one for rules. 

“Being flashed in the eyes may induce seizures…”

Springtrap’s “boredom” quickly came to an end upon hearing those words. What? His head quickly snapped up in the direction of the staff bot, who continued its speech about safety as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

“Blindness,”

His head tilted to one side as he stared in absolute disbelief. Pardon me?

“Semi permanent paralysis.”

Semi permane- What the hell? His suit's mouth even opened a little in shock as he gawked wide eyed. What the hell is even happening? What am I hearing? For a brief moment, the bot didn’t follow up with anything, causing the rabbit to assume that the speech was finally over. But before he could absorb any of the new information…

“If you are flashed, quickly rinse with soap and water, then blink repeatedly until vision is restored.”

Springtraps placed his hand on the side of his head. If he could have experienced pain, it felt like he should be having a migraine right about now. Rinse with soap and water? How are you supposed to find either of those things if you’re either blind, paralyzed, or mid seizure? How does that even work?

The bot cheerfully held up one finger in the air. “Rule 2: Have fun.” Then it continued on one last tangent about how Fazbear Entertainment was apparently “not legally responsible” for ANY injuries, that its programming made it a qualified doctor, and that it “approved” its own message.

When the speech finally came to an end, Springtrap could only sit and stare at the bot, completely and utterly dumbfounded at what he had just heard. So they expect customers to not only have seizures, but paralysis, and blindness. Yet they still think this attraction is safe for people? 

He glanced down at the map still in his hand. Maybe Monty golf was the better choice in the end. But I’m already here, no point in turning back now. Besides, since I’m mostly a robot, I should be fine. I have animatronic eyes, and I doubt lasers will affect me. Shooting things is fun anyways. 

The map was dropped on the floor. If I really need it, I’ll grab another when I get back to the main atrium. I doubt the map bot will have wandered off, and I don’t have any pockets. Something tells me I’m probably going to need a free hand for this. Speaking of holding stuff… I’m gonna need a blaster…

The staff bot that had given the speech was holding the only blaster in sight, so Springtrap saw fit to “confiscate” the gun. And by confiscate, he grabbed it from the bot’s arms, and pushed it over, the heavy body armor preventing it from getting up. 

Making his way through the doors, the intercom from somewhere in the ceiling cheerfully informed the rabbit that he was to be on the orange team, and to follow the open door that would lead to the entrance elevator. Another elevator, great. Go orange I guess, I’ll do my best to represent. With all this preparing, I’m starting to just want to shoot things even more. Even if it’s just not so harmless lasers. A paintball arena would be more safe, as long as they gave out masks and such, but seeing as they don't bother to give you eyewear for the lasers, they wouldn’t do that. But they’d benefit from it, paintball’s a MAN'S game, would help them grow thicker skin. And welts are preferable over blindness or seizures.

The elevator’s silent whirring game to halt, and gave out a cheerful ding , and its doors slid open to reveal “Fazer Blast” in all of its glory. It was a massive arena, with space patterned carpets and colored light covered walls giving the arena a maze-like feel. There were multiple ramps that would lead up to higher ground and platforms for a presumable advantage. Giant wooden cutouts of the cartoony band members were on the walls in full display as well. The entire arena played a bumpy electronic theme to accompany the action. 

Springtrap held his blaster up as it gave an affirmative beep and vibrated. Well… Looks like this is Fazer Blast in all of its glory. This definitely would be chaotic with twelve or more children running around firing aimlessly… is my objective to just shoot things until I win?

His question was quickly answered thanks to the PA system bot. “Capture the flag!”

Oh. Fair enough then. Guess I’ll find the flag then.

As there were no other people to play against, his enemies were staff bots with a similar gear to the one from earlier, except they were painted completely green, complete with the helmets having strange antennae sprouting from the top, to simulate an alien head. The ones he shot while searching for the flag didn’t die too dramatically when fired upon, their upper torso simply slumping over to simulate being deceased.

The flag was simple enough to find, it even had a pedestal with a button to press. When the rabbit hit the switch, the PA system proceeded to call out that it was “Time to Defend”. Sure, defending sounds easy enough. 

Predictably, another bot came around the corner from behind the glowing walls, causing Springtrap to once more shoot it in the face. Gotcha. 

His victory was cut short when he noticed the bot begin to shake, and not slump over like the ones from before. The shaking increased.

Then it exploded.

Reflexively lifting his free hand to shield his face from the debris, the rabbit stumbled back a little as the bot was reduced to nothing but chunks of metal and smoking scrap. Holy- didthatjustexplode-

But he didn’t have enough time to absorb what just happened, as another alien bot rounded the corner, blaster at the ready to fire at him. He instinctively blasted it in retaliation. Once more, it shook for a moment, then detonated on the spot, blasting into tiny pieces of robot parts. 

So that first one wasn’t a glitch. They have straight up designed for their robots to explode into chunks when they are shot. Who on earth allowed this? Would that not hurt someone if they got hit from shrapnel?

As the rotting animatronic stared at the big pile of smoking parts and pieces of all the alien bots that had perished, the PA system cheerfully announced that he had captured one out of three flags, and needed to continue onwards to the next one. 

The same process happened, finding the flag, the bot announcing the time to defend, the bots charging towards him, and then getting shot and blowing up. Once more, a giant pile of smoking scrap was all that was left of the supposed attackers. The PA announced Springtrap’s success in capturing the flag, once more directing him to go for the next one. 

Right, should be the last one. He hit the button as the PA informed him of the last wave.

Although the beginning of Fazer Blast seemed rather awful sounding with the whole safety warnings about blindness and such, and the exploding robots, Springtrap could say he was actually… kinda having fun? Dodging from cover and ducking to avoid being shot while blasting the bots and watching them explode… it was actually quite the spectacle, not to mention entertaining. 

However, this flag had an area from behind, one that a bot could use to flank, which the rabbit was not aware of. He continued blasting the bots in front of him that tried to steal his precious flag. It’s not as fun as ripping them apart by hand, but man, seeing them explode is something else. 

“This is for Stewie!”

Stewi-

One, single bot had managed to flank him from behind, sneaking up to the unsuspecting rabbit,  and proceeded to shoot him in the eyes.  

Immediately, Springtrap’s existence was completely enveloped with agony. Oh, hell! That fuckin hurt! What the hell?! He clenched his false eyelids shut as he brought up his free hand to shield it from any more laser beams from his attacker. Why is it hurting?! It’s a laser beam, I’m not even a normal human being! I know those hurt people's organic eyes… but AUGH! That stings like hell! Now I’m pissed!

The alien bot was still there, and began firing again. Aggravated from both the pain and the bot still being there, Springtrap blindly swung his gun arm in an attempt to bash his attacker in the face. He blindly stumbled forward as he kept swinging, only on the third did he feel his gun come into contact with something very solid and plastic, complete with a rather loud CRACK.

Convinced he had the bot’s exact location, he took a literal shot in the dark by lifting his steel food in the air, and stomping down on where he hoped the bot’s head was. The very satisfying crunch of a robot’s head being crushed like an empty beer can was confirmation that he indeed hit his mark. 

Coincidentally, at the moment his foot was finished destroying the bot, the PA system turned on one last time, telling Springtrap of his victory, and to make his way to the exit and “collect his prize”. But instead of blindingly stumbling towards the exit, he instead took a minute to sit down as he instinctively pressed his hand over his eyelids, waiting for the stinging pain to subside.

Even if he had no memories of his previous life, Springtrap could safely say that this… probably was one of the worst experiences in his life. Never in his life did he have a positive experience quickly turning sour this quickly before. For once he had been genuinely enjoying himself, but now it had been turned completely upside down. Without a doubt, that was the most miserable experience I’ve had. I hate Fazer Blast. Next time, I’ll just go to Monty Golf, with their stupid putters and golf balls with the little flags. 

As the pain slowly began to dull, the rabbit brought himself to his feet, making his way to what hopefully was the exit. Lazily tossing the blaster into the receptacle, he went in the elevator, fully intent on leaving this place. And why is the only place I feel pain are my eyes? I’m grateful I’m not feeling unending agony over my entire body, but it doesn’t make sense. Is it because my eyes are animatronic? Well either way, it wouldn’t have mattered to the fazer blasters. Human or not, retinas will be destroyed. 

The elevator opened, leading to a new pathway to his supposed “prize”. But the prize however was ignored as soon as Springtrap laid his eyes on it. A “golden fazer blaster”. No thanks. After that agonizing experience that was “Fazer Blast” I think I’ve had my fill of blasting and blasters in general. Whoever comes here next can have it.

But before he could leave, his eyes caught sight of what appeared to be an open vent, just sitting on the wall in plain sight. With how large it was, he could fit in with little difficulty. He could just leave, and never have to lay eyes on a space themed area again. But his curiosity burned. Where could the vents possibly lead to?

Eventually, he turned and gave into the irresistible nosy urge to go where he obviously shouldn’t, and crawled in. For a simple vent, it was actually quite roomy, a child could fit in while still standing on two legs, at least crouching down slightly. 

Surprisingly, the vents exit showed that he was back at the arena, but an upper part where the ceiling and wall joined. A small walkway with the plastic cutouts of the mascots being held up by wooden planks and such could be seen. An employee only area? With the only way being to access it was via vents? From what I’ve seen, it’s a high probability. 

Surprisingly, the path led to what appeared to be even MORE events, and they were a bit more cramped than the previous one, but Springtrap managed to make it to the end, although this one was a bit longer. 

Upon exiting, the rabbit could see on the right that there was a suspended walkway that crossed directly over the entire arena of Fazer Blast, and on the left… There was a hidden room, a hideout apparently, one that someone had been LIVING in, judging from the bed, the food wrappers, and the still active arcade machine. Painted on the walls was a single word. 

Vanny.

Vanny…. What’s that? Is that a name? If it is a name, and this Vanny is actually living up here, something tells me that he or she is probably struggling financially if they’re forced to live in this place. I don’t envy them.

The suspended walkway was of little interest, as it led to a spiraling staircase that led back down to the arena of Fazer Blast. His curiosity sated, Springtrap turned back and backtracked via the vents and went back to the main entrance of Fazer Blast, stepping into the elevator. I will certainly be glad to be away from all of this space aesthetic stuff. Fazer Blast has overstayed its welcome. I don’t plan on stomaching anymore spaceships or planets or lasers. Maybe I’ll check out golf next.

Gregory could safely say that this was one of, if not the most, interesting (and terrifying!) nights in his entire life. When he had originally snuck in here to get away from the cold night, he didn’t think he’d end up crawling inside of Freddy Fazbear’s chest cavity. He also didn't expect to have teamed up with him to escape the Pizza-Plex, evading security and killer robots that also happened to be Freddy’s friends.

There was also the weirdo bunny girl after him now, and was also allegedly responsible for attacking random staff bots. Even though he had absolutely no problems with the dumb staff bots being attacked, the fact there was an actual person after him too was unsettling to the boy. Killer robots, bunnies, security, what else is gonna try and get me? The boy sighed. This place is awful…  

“We should get moving,” said a voice from behind Gregory, causing him to jump a little. “You can access the main atrium with your new security badge,” 

But the scare was quickly forgotten, as he knew that voice well. Freddy was… well, his only “friend” here in this place. He was glad to have him with him, even as they hadn’t known each other too long. In reality, Freddy was more of an “acquaintance” by technicality. But Gregory didn’t care. Freddy was nice! And he was accompanying him, and protecting him from the other robots, so in his book, Freddy was his friend. With Freddy, he felt safe and protected! 

As he entered the elevator with bear in tow, Gregory activated the elevator switch, causing the doors to slide shut. While the elevator began to shake, Freddy spoke up once more. “I have identified two points of possible escape. The main loading dock, and the fire escape. You’ll need to find a map from the map greeter, one should be somewhere near the entrance of the atrium.”

A map sounds simple… “Okay, that shouldn’t be too hard, right? I hope it isn’t too far away… How close is the entrance to the atrium when we get out of the elevator?”

“If they are at their usual spot, one should be right outside this elevator once it reaches the atrium.”

So I just gotta find something or someone handing out maps? Okay.

The elevator slowly opened its doors, allowing both Gregory to exit the elevator. Immediately the boy began scanning the area for the supposed map greeter. However, he didn’t need to look far it seemed, as he quickly spotted what appeared to be…

Another damaged S.T.A.F.F bot?! Indeed, it was another S.T.A.F.F bot that appeared to have been attacked. It lay on the ground, twitching and sparking while occasionally blurting out the word “map”. A rather massive dent could be seen in its face. “F-Freddy, look! It’s another broken bot! It g-got attacked too!”

As Freddy walked over to him to inspect said bot, Gregory couldn’t help but flinch at the loud sound of the bear's footsteps, which seemed to shake the entire earth.

 The bear crouched down on one knee to inspect the damaged bot. An unsure hum was heard from his electronic voice box. “This is very worrying. If that bunny lady you had spoken of is the one responsible… I am starting to wonder if she will attack my friends as well.”

“F-Friends? You mean… the other band members?” Gregory was confused at Freddy’s concerns. “But they’re trying to get me too! Even if this lady is also out to get me, isn’t it good that she’ll be… y'know….”

“Gregory, you must understand,” Freddy started, picking up the map from the destroyed staff bot, offering it to the boy. “I… I know that they are hostile to you, but please understand that they are my friends. Deep down, I know some part of them is still there. It is just… buried underneath whatever has infected them.”

Gregory simply frowned as he took the map that was being offered. He poked the staff bot’s face absentmindedly as the gears turned in his head. Wait… “Freddy… if this bunny lady is just destroying any robot she sees including your friends… will that mean that she will try to attack you?”

The animatronic put a hand to his chin, considering the boy’s words. “I… will not lie to you Gregory, if this bunny lady would attack my friends, I must say it is a possibility, yes. She might indeed attack me.”

“B-but you can beat her, right? You’re huge!”

“When it comes to an average person, yes. She has been targeting only weaker bots as of now, and not my friends. But that does not mean we should let our guard down, since she has been able to disassemble Sun and Moon.”

Sun and Moon… The boy still couldn’t believe that a woman had been able to rip apart something like Sun and Moon. How strong is she?! And if she were to attack Freddy… “W-We should avoid her at all costs then! I don’t want you getting disassembled or something like that…”

“Then let us do our best to do that, then. I also want no harm to come to you as well.”

Gregory didn’t know why, but Freddy telling him that directly made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. He had never felt something like that since… well, awhile. Opening the folded paper map that Freddy had given to him, the boy gawked at the massive size of the pizza-plex. “Look at the outline of this place Freddy! It’s huge!”

“Indeed it is, this Pizza-Plex is Fazbear Entertainment’s pride and joy!” The bear sounded rather pleased at Gregory’s praise of the restaurant. “It is one of our biggest restaurants, and one of the biggest ever built! And you don’t need to have that map in your hand, if you scan the QR code with your Faz Watch, it should download the map!”

“Right, I’ll do that!” The boy hesitated as he held up the map to his watch. “Freddy… what's uh… what’s a QR code?”

“QR codes are a type of barcode, or scannable pattern, that contain various forms of data, such as website links, account information, phone numbers, or even coupons.”

Bar… code? Scannable pattern??? “W-What does that mean? I don’t know what to do or where to look!”

Freddy simply responded by pointing to some strange pixelated blocky black box on the bottom right of the opened map. “That is the QR code. It has information stored inside, so when you hold it up to your faz-watch, it should scan it automatically.”

Following said instructions, Gregory lifted his watch to the weird block, and waited. Almost immediately the watch vibrated for a second or two, then let out a small beep as the screen now showed a virtual map.  He grinned. “W-Whoa! Look Freddy, it worked!”

“Good job Super Star! Now, which way do you want to use as a possible escape route?”

Freddy’s previous statement from earlier echoed in his head. He had two options. Main loading dock, and the fire escape. Fire escapes are usually pretty high up, right? Loading docks sounds like it’d be on the ground floor, and since I’m not a fan of heights… “Well, you mentioned a loading dock earlier in the elevator, right? I guess that could work.”

“Then we’ll do that. Allow me to download the map from your faz watch remotely.” Sounds of quiet whirring could be heard. “Okay, the way we need to go is under the food court. The fastest way there is to use the vents near the salad and sides bar, but I unfortunately cannot fit in the vent.” And as they quickly found said vent via the map, Freddy halted at the entrance. “I must warn you: when you enter an area where you do not have a locator map signal, I will be unable to reach your location. But you can update your mini map at a security office. Be safe.”

Gregory wished that the large bear could somehow squeeze in the vents, but he decided that it would be worth it. If this plan worked, he could be out of the complex in the next fifteen minutes or so. Even if the outside was cold and uncaring, it was better than killer robots. “O-Okay, I’ll d-do my best. W-Wish me luck.”

“Good luck, Super Star.”

Nodding fearfully, the boy eventually crawled inside the vents, and started to make his way towards what he hoped was the loading dock. Strangely enough, the vents seem to be decently lit, but he still relied on his flashlight. As scary as it was to be alone, at least there wasn’t anything in here with him. 

Well, that’s what he had thought, until he heard what sounded like… music? 

Turning around, Gregory froze at the sight of what appeared to be a miniature model of… 

Music Man?

It started crawling towards him. 

The boy immediately turned and crawled as quickly as he could through the vents, running on sheer panic and adrenaline, trying to ignore the horrible sound of the little legs clanking against the metal venting as it seemed like it was catching up to him.

Faster, go faster! 

When it seemed like it was about to pounce him, he was suddenly sliding forwards uncontrollably, thanks to him dashing into an area of the vent that was going down, and he was unable to stop himself. Bracing himself for a hard impact, he tensed up as he awaited the end of this unwelcome ride.

But shockingly, he landed rather gracefully on his feet completely fine, excluding the stinging after his legs absorbed the shock from landing that quickly. Taking a moment to sit down and allow the pain to subside, he looked around this new backroom area. 

It looked to be some sort of employees only era, but was very bizarre, as it had what looked to be dough vending machines (one was straight up broken), a very cheap looking bathroom, some water, complete with one of those cute little wet floor sign bots. (He still didn’t get why the signs needed to be robots too)

Upon exiting said backroom, he was forced to sneak around more Security staff in some strange room with huge tanks, complete with Chica wandering around and calling Gregory’s name. How did she find out where I was so quickly?!

Once more, he crept around, barely avoiding the bots searching for him, and he passed through some sort of computer room and through another room, until he saw it. A security office! With another badge in it hopefully! Making a break for it, He dashed in full speed, shutting the door behind him. He quickly opened the badge holder, grasping it in his hand and holding it up to his faz watch. At least I’m safe for now…

The feeling of safety lasted for about ten seconds, as he heard the door suddenly being pounded on. Gregory ran over to the window to see that Chica managed to catch his scent once more, and was now angrily pounding, scratching, and clawing on the door. Trying his best to swallow his terror, he switched on the Faz Watch “Freddy are you there? Chica found me, and there’s only one security door! She’s trying to get in!”

“How unfortunate,” The bear replied solemnly, sounding strangely calm about the situation. “But I have good news! It looks like you can access the Fazbear online pizza delivery system through that console!”

If his heart wasn’t racing, he might have had a more snarky retort, however he was much too terrified for that. He looked at the touch screen on the office desk. Fazbear Online Pizza? “W-What?? How is that s-supposed to help?”

“Chica loves pizza! You just have to make one for her!”

M-Make a pizza? “O-Okay, I’ll try.” Reaching over to the touch screen, he tapped it and turned it on. After a second or two of flickering, the screen switched to what looked to be… a kitchen? 

“You are now in control of one of our highly-qualified Pizza-making staff bots. Follow the instructions on the left side to force the bot to make your perfect mouth watering pizza.”

“Yum,” The STAFF bot suddenly said through the speakers of the screen. “Delicious dough. This dough needs some sauce.”

Controlling said bot using a touch screen was extremely difficult, but Gregory quickly adapted. He forced the bot to the sauce dispensary, placing it on the rack below the sauce spout, and cringed as the wet squelching sound of cheap tomato paste being squirted out onto the dough.

“It’s now time for some cheese. Yum.”

The bot moved over to the cheese dispensary, then pepperoni, then some sort of… mystery meat? Whatever it was, it looked unnappetizing. The final instruction was to bake it, which he did, even if this whole situation was just weird. I can’t believe I’m baking a pizza for the robot that’s trying to kill me… A robot chicken, nonetheless.

But as the oven whirred, Gregory noticed that Chica had stopped scratching and banging on the door, so the boy assumed that the bait had worked. Wait, how can she smell pizza? She’s a robot…

With a cheerful ring of a bell, the pizza came out of the oven in a box. “Delicious! To ensure a safe and timely delivery, our cutting edge Pizza Tracker allows you to deliver the pizza to your own home or residence. Additional mileage charges may apply.”

Gregory looked blankly at the screen. Well, now what? It seemed to work, as Chica was no longer trying to claw her way in. But where was she now? Did she wander off? I don’t know if it’s safe or no-

“Pizza?”

Even though it clearly came from the speakers, Gregory still couldn’t help but tense up as he heard the voice of Chica coming from the tablet. Commanding the robot to look around, there was no sign of the chicken in the kitchen, even with the sound of her clanging pots and pans. But she did say pizza, so she obviously must have taken the bait, right? I don’t see her-

“Pizza?!”

Quickly forcing the bot to turn to the left, Gregory felt a chill as he saw Chica staring at the ground, completely silent. Slowly looking upwards, Chica stared at the chef bot in an almost predatory manner. Even if he was safe behind the screen, he couldn’t help but feel a bit frightened at the sight of Chica and the other animatronic.

Wait, other animatronic?

Blinking, Gregory just realized that he saw two animatronics, not one. Confused, the boy frowned as he leaned close to the screen to look at the robotic figure behind the chicken. It appeared to be… some sort of fox animatronic? But unlike the new shiny look of the Glamrocks, this thing looked like it had been tossed in an oven, showing signs of charring and burn. 

Before he could get a better look at its features, Chica lunged at the staff bot, giving Gregory a full view of the very hungry chicken. 

“Pizza!” The robot lunged, beak open, causing the connection to be suddenly ended. 

“Your pizza has been delivered, how would you rate your service? Pick two that apply.”

But the boy cared little for the PA, as his mind was still spinning at the sight of another animatronic. What was that thing? I didn’t know they had a fox one… was... That even real? I hope I’m not going crazy…

Even as his confusion was at an all time high, he shook himself back to reality. Real or not, he still had to get to the loading dock, which hopefully led to the exit. Charging his flashing before he left, he hesitantly opened the security door, peeking out in case Chica was still there. Nothing. Coast is clear, better now than ever!

Taking the opportunity, he continued down the hallway he had originally intended to go down, following some stairs down, seeing a pair of red doors with the words EXIT TO DOCKS painted above said doors. Guess that’s the way I’m gonna go then.

However when he opened the doors and stepped through, he very quickly recognized the area from before. He was now in the kitchen, and Chica was still devouring the pizza on the floor, as Gregory could see her arm and leg sticking out. I’m gonna have to sneak by her somehow…Even if it's tempting to just run for the pair of doors to freedom, she’ll definitely notice me… I’ll have to go around I guess. I wonder if that fox is still there, or maybe I was just crazy.

Going to the right, he attempted to see if there was any path forward other than going directly by Chica, as there was only a single pair of doors. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find any other way. But he did, however, see a certain robot fox from earlier.

It’s real! I knew it was real! Silently creeping forward, Gregory did his best to peek around one of the long metal tables to get a good look at the robot that was still staring blankly at Chica. It definitely was a red metal fox. It had a surprisingly large jaw full of sharp metallic teeth. The red fur that covered some of it was almost blacked out thanks to the burn marks that covered it in stripes. Much of its metallic endoskeleton was showing, thanks to the red fur being presumably burnt off. Its right arm was completely gone as well. But the most unsettling part was the single eye it had. One of them was covered with an eyepatch, but the other was completely hollow, excluding a white, glowing pupil. 

I’ve never seen him before. What is this for? Why is it in the kitchen out of all places? Is it with the other bots? Does Freddy know about him?

It turned, looking right at Gregory.

The boy froze on the spot, staring back with wide eyes. As much as he willed his legs to move, they seemed to be completely solid. What was the fox going to do now that it spotted him? Charge? Lunge? Alert Chica of his presence?

But suddenly the fox retreated, ducking to the right of the table out of sight, causing Gregory to blink in confusion. What? It ran off?

Quickly making sure it wasn’t trying to sneak by, he peeked over to see nothing. It was completely gone, without making a sound at all. But before he could even try to comprehend what had happened, he was quickly reminded of a certain chicken thanks to the clanking of her feet. Although he was almost spotted a few times, he managed to creep past her and into the next room. He really hoped this was the way out.

The door led into a large open, dark, and dreary garage. Crates were stacked everywhere, and there were several deactivated forklifts. “Freddy, I found what I think is the loading dock, but there doesn’t seem to be anything here. There’s… some big garage doors, but I don't see a way out. What now?”

“Do you see a set of controls?”

Controls… controls… What would the controls look like? He searched around the room until he saw what looked to be some sort of work desk with a chair, desk, and a computer. By the desk was some strange button that was currently locked. “I think so…. There’s a funny locked box with a badge on it.”

“Locked?” The bear sounded displeased, and slightly worried. “Something is not right. Someone must have changed the permissions… you are going to need a much higher security badge to access that. Come back to me right away.”

Freddy’s worried tone made Gregory uneasy, which wasn’t good since he was already uneasy enough at the moment, thanks to his escape route denying him access. Why was it locked? Freddy talked like it’s not supposed to be locked. Was Vanessa behind this? The bunny girl from earlier?

As he couldn’t go back the way he came, he was forced to take a detour through a very large laundry room that had staff bots everywhere. Once more he had to play a game of hide and seek every time a bot had ratted him out to Chica. But it didn’t make it any less terrifying. He didn’t want to be here anymore. He wished he had a home. A warm place to sleep. Food. Water. 

He wished he still had a mother. 

As he quickly dashed into a backroom area and approached a door, it appeared he was making progress, and no staff bot would follow him here it seemed. Even if his way out of the building was locked, he was just wanting to get back to Freddy. He wondered if he knew about the fox…

“Hi!”

He didn’t have enough time to let out a scream as a map staff bot identical to the one from the entrance suddenly leapt from around the corner, with a map clutched tightly in its grasp. It shoved the map towards Gregory in an almost angry manner. “Take a map. Take a map.”

But before Gregory could either speak or reach for the map, a new voice was heard that wasn’t robotic in the slightest.

“Outta my way!”

That was a human voice.

Suddenly, the staff bot was shoved to the side very roughly, and Gregory was now face to face with none other than Vanessa, who glared at him as she grabbed his shoulder while shining a flashlight in his face. “Gotcha!”

Everything went dark.

Something had happened.

Something had happened to Gregory. 

Freddy was not a worrier. It didn’t mean he never worried at all, just not excessively. He was programmed to be calm and composed, and to wear a big smile for the kids, they were all the same.

But not Gregory.

Ever since Gregory had first opened his door with the pass, and smiled at the praise given to him, the bear knew that Gregory was different. Even after only knowing the boy for a short time, an unexpected swell of affection and urge to protect him was suddenly there, and it wouldn’t go away. 

But now Gregory was missing.

And now he was worrying more than he thought he ever would be. He had told Gregory to return to him immediately, after the worrying news that someone had LOCKED him out from the exit on purpose, preventing his escape. 

At first, he just waited, not worried in the least. Then fifteen minutes passed. Then twenty. When the worry in his chest started to swell, he resorted to simply calling Gregory over the Faz Watch. Without a doubt the boy would answer, right? He was just preoccupied with something, right?

“Gregory? Are you there? Gregory?” But his calls were only met with silence, with not even the slightest peep coming from the boy.

It meant something had happened. But what was even worse, he didn’t know what happened, other than the fact that the boy was obviously in danger. Before he could begin imagining the horrid things the staff bots or his sick friends would do, he just tried calling over and over, until on the final call that he was met with static.

Static. Static meant something or someone was now jamming his signal, which also alerted him to the fact that the something or someone didn’t want him contacting Gregory. But who? Who would not only lock the exits, but also take the boy? 

Maybe it was Vanessa. Or the rabbit lady Gregory had mentioned before. He didn’t know. All he could do now though, was wait, as he had plenty of battery. Because of his size, Freddy couldn’t access the loading dock, meaning the boy was on his own for now.

So all he could do for now was patiently wait, and hope the boy would eventually return. 

But he never did.

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Hey guys, it's been awhile huh? I completely kinda forgot about this story, because of irl stuff and depression, and the lack of interest in this story. I was going to drop it, but i decided to post this update, is there anyone actually still interested in this story? I had typed a small bit of a chapter but fell off when I realized that there might not be many people reading. It kinda killed any enthusiasm I had. So, I'll ask, are yall liking the story as is, or nah? Either way thanks for reading back in the day, I remember enjoying writing those old chapters. Sorry for anyone who liked it, and if it ends up ending here, I'm sorry. Do let me know your thoughts though, I've been putting off posting this update, but I'm doing it now.