✮showtime✮

🧸Glamrock Freddy🎤

GRFY-0002

He was a quick learner with a kind mechanical soul. 

It took him some time to learn his own strength but he was always sure to be gentle with you

He was also a very curious bot

He loved to bring you random objects and present them like gifts

He’d hold them behind his back to surprise you and everything

And it would always be something silly like a random screw or a paperclip

But he was so excited to give it to you, how could you reject him?

So you took the opportunity to explain more about the world to him

You taught him the names and functions of each object he brought you

And you were particularly pleased when he gifted you back your favorite pen you’d lost a week ago!

He loved doing flashcards with you and always tried his best

He’d become dejected when he got an answer wrong and his tiny ear appendages would droop slightly

But he was an optimist at heart and easily cheered back up with your reassurance!

He was proficient with any instrument you gave him, but it never seemed to fully click with him

You spent plenty of nights trying out different activities and instruments but he only seemed into it because you were teaching him

You didn’t discover his talent until it was time to begin speaking lessons

He was the first to catch on and learn to say simple words

“Please! Thank you! Excuse me!” 

He practiced for hours, even when you weren’t around

He was particularly overjoyed the first time he said your name

“Mx. Y/N!” 

He shouted your name and wiggled in place when you cheered

The others were definitely very jealous when it happened

You had a hunch about his proficiency in speaking and tried out singing lessons

“Do, Re, Mi, Fa, Sol, La, Ti!”

He was a fantastic singer

Almost as if his deep voice was perfectly designed for it… 

One day you decided to test him and played a song to sing to

Cue “Superstar” by Toy Box 

(not the most appropriate song, but fun nonetheless!)

It took some coaxing at first, and he was very nervous

He had a cute little habit of cupping his hand with the other and hunching down a bit when he was nervous

So you started first, and did a little dance to the music

“I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car!”

“I am a superstar and I don’t care who you are!”

“I am a superstar with a big big house and a big big car!”

“I am a superstar and I don’t care who you are!”

He caught on by the third verse!

The two of you danced and sung all night

Eventually GRCA and GRBN joined in on the dance party too!

He liked to spin in circles and clap his hands while he danced

And boy could he belt out those notes!

Proud parent moment <3

In the future:

Though the thought filled him with grief, Glamrock Freddy was fully aware that he may never see you again

When Fazbear Entertainment let you go, he was devastated…

The worst part was that you never got to say goodbye.

He never talked about you afterwards, and anyone who tried to ask about you would see a completely different side of him…

He’d frown and slump over, curl his fists and grit his fangs.

It was difficult to tell if he was shaking with anger or just trying to keep himself from falling apart.

Well, he just had a lot of feelings to work through.

So, when he was told that a “Mx. Y/N” was recently hired he had some new, extra big feelings to deal with

He wouldn’t dare assume that it was you, maybe it was a different Y/N…

(It was just a meek attempt at protecting his mechanical heart)

But part of him still hoped.

And when you finally walked through those doors, he simply couldn’t believe his eyes

Whatever he was doing before became completely obsolete

(Sorry random child, Freddy is VERY busy now, bye.)

He didn’t waste a nanosecond rushing over to you

Before you could even utter a word — you were already in his arms

He hugged you as tightly as your fragile fleshy body could handle

“Mx. Y/N!! Oh, how I’ve missed you so much!”

You would’ve said something back had you been able to breathe through the nearly bone crushing hug

Thankfully he loosened up when he realized he was nearly crushing your ribcage

(Cue 3 minutes straight of apologizing)

He wasn’t sure whether to cry or laugh or smile or dance

The feelings were just too much

And you caught on to that pretty quickly

It was time for an outlet.

“Freddy, do you remember our song?”

“Of course!! How could I forget?”

Thus, your new “secret handshake” was born

Though it wasn’t exactly a handshake…

More like every time you greeted each other the two of you would scream the lyrics and spin around together

“I am a superstar and I don’t care who you are!!!”

🐔Glamrock Chica🍕

GRCA-0001

She was the second endo to start speaking

Well, it was mostly gibberish at first

But she loved to shout nonsense!

And make various animal noises. She favored chirping and squawking the most, of course.

You had a feeling she would definitely be a chatty gal once she started speaking english

(Boy, were you right!)

Also, she loved the guitar!

She wasn’t much for sheet music

Not that she couldn’t read it, but she preferred free styling the most

She was particularly fond of the flashcards that featured pizza and cake

And yes, she did sometimes try putting objects into her mouth just like the kids in the pictures…

You hated having to scold her, she always looked so sad!

Kind of reminded you of a teething baby or puppy… which gave you an idea

One day you brought in a large dog toy made of hard silicone

You instructed her to be gentle with it

Obviously she tore it apart eventually, but she had a lot of fun

You didn’t mind spending some cash so she could get her chewing fix!

(As long as it was no more than once a month… Quality dog toys are expensive.)

She loved any toy that resembled food the most, of course

She was a very distractible animatronic and couldn’t sit still for long

Even while shredding the guitar, she was dancing and headbanging all over the place

Speaking of which, that bot could shred!

(Often with a teething ring or squeaky toy in her mouth)

She seemed to pick up notes from just listening, very quickly

And she had excellent taste, but she really liked anything you did

Or anything with a sick electric riff

During free time she was particularly fond of doodling

She mostly drew food items, or things she found cute

She really liked drawing cute little cupcakes with big (creepy) eyes

Sometimes she’d even draw you!

Or, try atleast

Much like a kid drawing their parents

She probably would’ve drawn herself holding your hand too, if she knew what she looked like.

And she was always overjoyed when you’d tape her pictures on the walls with the others <3

In the future:

Chica definitely still had that habit of chewing on things

Actually, it had gotten much worse after Fazbear Entertainment let you go.

She wanted so desperately to make you come back

Or to make management pay for taking you away from her

But she wasn’t in control of herself as much as the other bots were

When she was angry… 

Well, she couldn’t actually feel angry, or even put the feeling into words

Not the way Freddy or Roxy could.

Even Monty and Bonnie had better grasps on the concept of emotions.

So in a way, eating garbage was kind of a silent protest for her

It was the one thing she could do to express how she was feeling inside

Besides screaming with that broken voicebox of hers, but she figured the other glamrocks wouldn’t appreciate that so much…

Now, Chica is a gossipy kind of gal

Not in a mean way, but she was definitely very interested in the secrets that humans would share with one another in conversations

You’d be surprised by how much she hears despite being so chatty herself

In other words, she always knows because she’s always listening.

Naturally, she was the first bot to find out that you had been rehired

After all this time…

And at first she thought she was so happy… 

But that happiness turned into a vague mix of other feelings, and she couldn’t figure out why

In hindsight, it was probably anxiety, because the next thing she did was turn to her only coping mechanism…

When the day finally came, the first place you checked was Mazercise

No Chica…

So you checked the greenrooms, the party rooms, the main floor, arcade, food court… no dice.

Finally, you asked another employee, who directed you to Parts ‘N Service

(Why didn’t you just ask in the first place?)

You never did like that place, but you supposed it was necessary

(Something, something, horrifying testing chamber vibes…)

Alas, there she was, shut down and splayed out on the table with… a shit-ton of trash piled inside her

And an employee dressed in a hazmat suit carefully dragging the trash out piece by piece

You rolled your eyes at that last part.

You found a pair of spare gloves, rolled up your sleeves and tossed the other guy aside

He seemed perfectly fine with leaving the mess to you.

You made quick work of digging out the trash, and you made sure to scrub away any grime left over

It seemed like she hadn’t had a good cleaning in ages, so it definitely took some time

But once you were finally done, you threw your gear off and powered her on

She laid there staring blankly at the chamber light for a while, and you worried something else was wrong

When you grabbed her hand and spoke, she finally looked at you

“Chica?”

“You’re here…” she responded.

“Yea, I’m here… Are you okay?”

She nodded and then smiled

“I’m just so… happy.”

🐊Montgomery Gator⛳️

MYGR-0003

He wasn’t too sure about you at first, or your stupid flashcards

He was a last one to learn how to speak

Mostly because he liked to hide in the dark rather than do lessons

To this day he’s not too good with his words

Whenever he didn’t feel like speaking he’d just communicate in bellows and grunts

Maybe a roar or hiss if you pushed him too much

You learned early on that tough love was really the only way to get through to him

But yelling only made him angrier

He seemed to be looking for reactions, and he got more desperate the longer you’d ignore his behavior

So, you ignored him when he refused to listen to you

And it worked like a charm.

Over time, he began to submit and allow you to be in charge

Still, lessons were kept short to curb his temper

Surprisingly, he picked up sheet music quickly

He had excellent instincts for stringed instruments

He seemed to favor the bass the most

But management insisted on him playing the banjo instead…

Which he only tolerated with the promise of playing bass after lessons

The first time he spoke was… something!

You worried often about him being scrapped due to his tendency to throw destructive fits

He needed to learn that sometimes he had to be gentle

So you brought in a balloon for playtime 

He didn’t care for it, obviously

Until he watched you play with GRFY-0002 and GRCA-0001.

Jealousy was one hell of a thing…

The moment the balloon floated over to him, he was quick to swat at it

Big mistake.

POP!

He screamed .

GRFY screamed.

GRCA screamed.

Everyone else screamed.

You laughed hysterically.

Once you composed yourself you realized he was still standing in place with his jaw agape

You asked him if he was okay

Slowly, he raised an arm to point his digit at the leftover balloon rubber

And he asked:

“WHY?!”

His first word!!!

You couldn’t choose between jumping for joy or cackling like a hyena

You did both, obviously

In the future:

Let’s just say you were something of an emergency hire when you came back to the company…

In other words…

Fazbear Entertainment all but begged you to take the job.

You weren’t particularly surprised to hear that Monty was the reason

But, given your past experience, you had a few aces up your sleeve after working with him for so long

The day you came back, your boss pretty much rushed you over to Gator Golf immediately

Pfft, Monty? Golfing? That one threw you for a loop.

Some poor employee mentioned something about a destructive rampage before you walked in

And indeed, the place was a disaster.

But the gator was nowhere to be found

They told you he was hiding up in the catwalks, apparently it was his favorite brooding spot

The employees were too scared to call out for him

And practically shitting bricks when you stepped up to the plate.

“MONTGOMERY MYGR-0003 GATOR. You get your scaly tail down here right this instant!!!”

Ten seconds of silence passed.

Then he appeared, and the ground shook.

“Who do’ya think you are, talkin’ to me like that?! Wh-... Mx. Y/N???” 

“In the flesh! And who do you think you are running around in the catwalks and trashing the place?”

Silence Part Two.

He stammered for a minute and then lowered his head

“That’s what I thought. Listen here young man, management put me in charge again and I don’t want to see you get scrapped. So, you’d better clean up your act, ya got it?”

“Y-yes Mx. Y/N…” 

“Good. Now… Come here ya doofus.”

He definitely wasn’t happy to have the staff watch him, The Gator, get chewed out by little ol’ you, but a big hug and a scratch under the chin made it perfectly worth it

Judging by how hard his tail was thumping!

🐺Roxanne Wolf🦴

RXWF-0002

She was definitely a “too cool for school” kind of bot.

You weren’t sure about her gender at first

Because she only used growls and whines to get her point across.

You quickly realized that she hated being wrong

So flashcards were the hardest part of your lessons

Sometimes she’d even snarl at you as if you were wrong!

You definitely had to tiptoe around her attitude sometimes

But you were sure to praise her well when she got things right.

She always acted unphased, but her tail appendage gave her away

She was particularly pleased when you complemented her keyboard playing!

She definitely liked to show off, but when she made a mistake she would be discouraged and grumpy for the rest of the day.

She wasn’t much for sappy things like hugs, but she loved to touch your hair

Something about hair really fascinated her.

She also really liked it when you painted your nails

It frustrated her that she didn’t have nails for you to paint (yet)

But she liked to watch you when you started painting your own during break.

Like MYGR-0003, she liked to keep you on your toes

But she was even more adamant about having your constant attention

Until the day she found out about reflections.

You made the mistake of opening your phone camera on the job

It was an honest mistake, you had meant to play a song for singing lessons

But your finger slipped.

At first she was just confused

Why were there two of you???

You tried to hide your phone, but she kept whining and looking for it

So you gave in and showed her again, and tried to explain the concept of a camera to her

When you pointed to yourself she only tilted her head and blinked

But when you pointed to her she growled.

You made sure to keep your phone hidden from then on…

The damage was done nonetheless.

After that she began acting strange about appearances

It started small, she would just stare at pictures of girls in dresses when you held up flashcards

When you let the animatronics doodle, she often drew beautiful ladies with long hair and flowy skirts

Suddenly, she seemed to dislike your attention…

She stood in dark corners with her arms crossed over her chest

Wouldn’t make eye contact

And one day you caught her attempting to make a dress out of a plastic tarp

Finally, it clicked. You gave a robot body dysmorphia… you monster!

Most articles about the subject mentioned exposure therapy… great.

Well, you didn’t have many other options so… 

You brought in a mirror.

She was upset, of course, wouldn’t go near it

You had to gently coax her out of the shadows

She was not pleased to see herself again, she nearly wailed at first

Your heart broke for her, but you persevered.

“You are beautiful, you are loved. You are perfect.”

You held her metal hands in yours and repeated the phrase as many times as she needed

Until she finally said it back.

“I am beautiful, I am loved. I am perfect,” she said in a whisper.

“That’s right. Don’t forget it.”

In the future:

She hated talking about you.

She hated taking orders from anyone but you.

And should anyone dare to even allude to her past, she’s instantly a few seconds away from a full blown meltdown.

Monty is known as the violent one but Roxanne can easily compete when she’s truly pissed

She couldn’t decide if she was more angry at you for leaving or management for taking you away

With that said, she never knew that you were coming back until the day you did

(because she flipped out anytime someone tried to tell her.)

She had just finished the last lap in a go-kart race and skidded to a stop

Obviously, she won the race

But she couldn’t help but notice that her fans were cheering extra loud that evening

While trying to scan the crowd for her biggest (loudest) fan, she spotted you.

It took every ounce of courage in your body to not run away from the giant animatronic wolf sprinting directly at you

But when you opened your arms out for a hug, she stopped in her tracks so hard you thought she might topple over

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?”

“Roxy, I-”

“HOW COULD YOU LEAVE ME?!”

“I couldn’t-”

She made a sound that was almost like bellow and scream at once, and snatched you into her arms.

It nearly crushed you, but you let her hold you for as long as she needed to.

When she finally loosened her grip, you spoke

“I know, I’m sorry Roxy. I missed you too.”

“Sorry won’t make it better…”

You were silent for a moment, then;

“I’m so happy to see you.”

Her voice wobbled as if she were about to cry

But you knew she meant it with all of her mechanical heart

Because her tail wagged so much that you worried it might fly off.

You simply smiled and grabbed her paws

“Me too.”

What a beautiful wolf she’d grown to be <3

🐇Glamrock Bonnie🎳

GRBN-0002

He was an absolute ray of sunshine — and a real pain in the ass

He was always happy to see you and would hop over with a pep in his step

But then he’d grab your clipboard and hold it up too high for you to reach

(He seemed to adjust to his size and strength very quickly)

So in other words, he was very mischievous.

He liked to mess with the others too, then he’d always pretend to be innocent when they snapped.

And he could get awfully sassy when you called him out.

He seemed to struggle keeping his attention on learning, though

Sometimes he even seemed anxious about the lessons

You started to worry that he was developing a complex about it

But it seemed like giving him things to fidget with in his digits helped with keeping him on task

He had a tendency to gloat when he got things right, and his little tail appendage would wiggle.

He loved to dance when you played music just like GRFY and GRCA!

And he seemed to take a liking to string instruments immediately 

He definitely favored the bass

So when you’d let MYGR-0003 play the bass, GRBN would loom over him looking beyond peeved

He wasn’t one to hide his emotions, obviously…

When he was angry, his ear knobs would wiggle furiously and he crossed his arms tight

And when he was really pissed off, he’d even stomp his foot like a rabbit

Then he’d play his bass guitar extra loud the next time it was his turn

Almost like he was trying to mark his territory with music.

When it came to flashcards, he always seemed more interested in the ones that featured sports gear

And he really liked it when you’d organize games for the bots to play

He was very much a good sportsman and laughed off any failures.

(And gloated about any wins.)

But he was very supportive when the others would win, too.

Once you got him talking it was hard to get him to stop!

He loved to say your name and talk about music 

And he was filled to the brim with questions

“What’s this? What’s that for? Where are you going, Mx. Y/N?”

He had a slight lisp too, which you found pretty cute 

Whenever it was time to wrap up for the day, he’d always give you a hard time about it

One time he even clung to your legs until you gave up and had to stay for unpaid overtime.

Little brat…

But you knew he just didn’t understand why you had to leave everyday

And the next day he greeted you as happily as ever!

In the future:

Well, eventually, that next day never came again.

He couldn’t understand why you had just up and left

Especially when you knew that was his biggest fear as a young endo…

Later on he realized that humans were kinda just… like that.

One minute they’re here, the next they’re gone.

He supposed that if his life were as fragile as theirs, he’d probably be just as fickle.

But still, the little bunny inside him cried for you every night.

And that was just something he had to put up with

All thanks to his mistake of becoming attached to a human.

But he wasn’t one to stay down in the dumps for long, and each day he faced the crowds of adoring fans with a buck-toothed smile

Because he definitely still loved humans

He just kept them at an arms length now.

Speaking of performances, he was starting to think he was going crazy???

Cuz he could’ve sworn he’d seen your face in the crowd during his last one.

It was probably a glitch

But later on while he was walking the floors he thought he heard your voice too…

Maybe there was something to this? 

Nah. Definitely just a glitch. 

Could robots have psychosis???

Doesn’t matter. He had other things to do besides chasing hallucinations.

Like showing off his bowling skills for the kids! …Joy.

Strike one! Strike two! Strike-

“Wow, you’re really good at that, huh?”

“Hm? Oh yea, it’s kind of my special-...”

You stood there with probably the biggest shit-eating grin he’d ever seen.

“Mx. Y/N?! What are you doing here?” 

He tried waiting for your response, he really did

But he couldn’t help it, and he damn near threw himself onto you

To any bystanders it was like watching a kid reunite with their favorite teddy bear

Especially because he quite literally grabbed you and hopped in place

Literally jumping for joy

“I can’t believe it!! It’s really you! I never thought I’d ever, ever, ever see you again!”

When he finally set you down for an actual hug, you patted his back with a chuckle

“Missed you too, Bon.”

He couldn’t stop smiling even if he wanted to.

Now the whole lisp quirk made sense to you

Because of those cute buck teeth he had <3

Notes:

“Hello Y/N!”

“Good morning Y/N.”

“Hey Y/N.” 

As if right on cue, your fellow coworkers greeted you like always. You gave a smile and waved to each other as you passed. Deeper into the pizzeria, you strolled along to the employee’s only room. It was a rather dimly lit room, with no windows, no vents; only the old flickering lightbulb tiredly hanging above, and the stale scents of dust and rotten tomato sauce. You wondered if the maintenance crew would ever switch out that old lightbulb. You thought about complaining or perhaps doing it yourself, but you decided it wasn’t worth the effort. Maybe one day you’ll get around to it.

You grabbed a time card and slid it into the slot of the clock machine. As you slipped it back out you took a look at it. 9:46 am. You were one minute late, like always. You felt a slight shiver run down your spine and you wondered where the sudden draft had come from. You were ready to leave.

You made your way back down the hall and into the lobby. Just past the cashier’s counter stood your host stand which you stationed yourself at. Damn, you thought. Why did you always forget to clean off your station the night before? You sighed as you began to tidy up. In your concentration, you hadn’t noticed the peculiarly light footsteps of a familiar friend. You bent down, shuffling through your supplies as you searched for your clipboard. Finally, you found it, but as you reached for it you caught something from your peripherals. You would’ve been quick to straighten back up if that godforsaken stand didn’t stop you. Yes, you, Y/N, had just rammed your head against your own host stand, and you fell back onto your butt with a quiet yelp.

“Oh my, employee Y/N!” you heard him gasp. You didn’t even need to look up to know who it was, but you glared at him anyway. Towering over you was no other than Toy Freddy, who gingerly reached out a giant paw. You bitterly refused his offering and stood up on your own. “Are you okay?”

No. I’ve got a headache and my ass hurts now, you thought. You heard the stifled giggles of your coworkers nearby and rolled your eyes. “We’ve really got to stop meeting like this, Freddy,” you grunted, rubbing the back of your head.

“My sincerest apologies, Y/N,” he said guiltily. Still, you wondered if he was truly sorry at all.

“How do you even walk so quietly anyway?” you asked. Freddy’s ears wiggled.

“I’m not sure! I’ve never noticed,” he said. Somehow you doubted that. You watched as his bushy eyebrows raised. He looked worried, concerned even, but in a distinctly animatronic way. It was like these robots tried their hardest to express emotions, but they couldn’t get it quite right. It was uncanny. “But Y/N, are you okay? Did you get hurt? I can take you to the first aid kit!”

“No, no, I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” You waved him off and began preparing for the guests again. 

“I see… Well, have a rockin’ day Y/N!” he said with a cheeky smile as he turned to wander off. He stopped, however, mid-walk and turned back to you. Ah, here it comes… “Oh! I almost forgot! I meant to give you something!”

He rushed back to you, toddling as fast as his husky build would allow. You pretended to be confused with a raise of an eyebrow. He lifted a clenched paw and gently unraveled his clawed digits to reveal a small pin resting in his palm. “Ta-da!”

“Aw, you found my nametag!” you exclaimed. You smiled and reached out to take it. It was a cute name tag, you were quite fond of it; it had a space for your name—already written in cursive. Colorful confetti surrounded it and an adorable cartoon Toy Freddy hung off the side as if giving your name a big bear hug. You actually had quite a few of these by now. What started as a simple mistake had turned into a habit when you began leaving them at home. Sure, your collection had grown a bit excessive, but the expression on Freddy’s face when he handed you a new one every day made it hard to reject another one. He just looked so proud.

You placed the pin snugly on the right side of your uniform vest, ensuring it wouldn’t fall off again. “I don’t know how I keep losing these. Thanks, Teddy bear,” you said and smiled up at him. 

He grinned, almost bashfully. “You’re very welcome, Y/N. Try not to lose it this time!” he said with a goofy chuckle. “Oh, look at the time! I’d better get on stage before the others give me an earful again!” You chuckled and waved goodbye as he made his way back to the dining hall.

The morning flew by about as quickly as a tortoise. It was that time of day when nobody really came in and by god you were bored. The only time you found yourself stimulated was when the occasional group of hungover teens or an older couple with grandkids came by to enjoy an early morning pizza. You may have been a bit guilty of holding them hostage just for a little socializing—yeah, you really were that desperate by now. You did, however, have a few opportunities to chat with coworkers and the occasional bot when they were granted off-stage privileges..

Toy Bonnie was the first to greet you. He usually was, being the annoying bunny he was. You were minding your own, checking off seats on your clipboard when the blue idiot slid up behind you. “Hey there, dollface,” he said in his squeaky, chipmunk-like voice. You nearly jumped right out of your skin. No really, you felt like your soul had ejected itself and flown away. “Sheesh, someone’s a jumpy bunny today!”

“What do you want, Bon?” you asked, but not before giving him a very obvious eye roll.

“Woah, you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today or somethin’?” he giggled. You stared at him blankly. “Say, I know what’ll cheer you up!”

“What’s that?”

Bonnie leaned closer and slumped a heavy arm across your shoulders. “Alright, sugar, imagine this—tonight, a dazzling rockstar and the most darling host team up for the ultimate after-hours hang. Sound tempting?” 

You stared at him. He stared at you. You threw his arm off of your shoulders and walked away. 

“Hey, wait! Where ya goin’ honey buns?”

“Don’t call me that!”

As the hours carried on, so did you, and soon enough it would become the afternoon rush. You were growing quite sick of this day already. 

The guests piled in by the dozens. Lunch for three here, Party Room B for ten there, I want a booth, we need a highchair, can I have a napkin, please? Where’s my fork? Why isn’t Chica wearing her beak? My kid’s thumb is stuck in the arcade machine, my son is missing, his name is David! Save him! Why can’t you save him? Help, my pizza has an eyeball on it! What? No, not a real one, it’s a plastic eye! How did that happen? Why was it your problem, anyway? Oh dear lord, you needed a break.

“HI.”

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” You whipped around. “...Hey BB.”

“HI. HA HA HA HA.” He waddled away. What’s with these robots sneaking up behind you? You sighed and rubbed your temples. Breathe, Y/N, breathe, and smile. 

“Y/N? Honey, you look exhausted…” You were too tired to even react this time. You hazily turned to face Toy Chica. “Hey, why don’t you take a break for a little bit? I can handle the guests.”

You smiled at her. At least, you thought you smiled. You weren’t sure. Nonetheless, you shook your head. “Nice of you to offer, but I can’t leave my post.”

“Oh, come on, you can rest for a couple minutes! No one will notice, I promise,” she pleaded and put a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. The feathers on her arm tickled the back of your neck. “Besides, isn’t this when you usually take a break?”

Huh. You weren’t sure actually. You were a tad too tired to argue, though, so you sighed and nodded. 

“Ahh! Yay! Ohh, I promise I’ll make you proud Y/N! Don’t you worry, I’ll do everything perfectly!” she squealed and clapped her clawed hands. You already had a feeling you were making a mistake. 

Time must have been warping because, by the time you had started feeling regrets it was too late, you were already in the employee lounge. You half expected to be greeted by another coworker, but it seemed everyone was too busy to rest. You weren’t sure why Toy Chica had offered to cover you when there were plenty of waiters, janitors, and cashiers working ten times the amount you were. 

Perhaps it was just a matter of robotic limitations. You supposed you wouldn’t trust an animatronic to mop vomit or carry greasy pizza either. Did robots steal? What would they even do with the money? Could they count change? Of course, they could, dummy. You sat there staring off into space as you argued with your own mind about what robots could and couldn’t do for quite a while. You could’ve sworn you’d had this debate before…

The door creaked open allowing a looming shadow to cast over you. You felt a spike of panic surge through your body. How long have you been gone? How could you let a robot chicken take over your job? Your boss was totally going to fire you. 

Okay, okay, calm down Y/N. Breathe. You’ll just have to take care of whoever found you before they snitch! Yeah, that’ll do it… Wait, what if it was your boss? You couldn’t kill your boss! Oh god, breathe…! 

He stood there, staring down at the panicking you. He lingered for a bit too long, as if he was observing, rather than simply looking. After some time, he entered the room, almost hesitantly. As the door closed behind him your eyes finally adjusted back to the dim lighting. You breathed a sigh of relief as you realized it was only Freddy. It was an odd quirk of yours he’d noticed; you seemed to relax more around the robots than the other humans. He’d always wondered why.

“Hey Teddy bear, whatcha doin’ here?” you asked. He tilted his head, and the light no longer hit his eyes. Something about him felt… off. It was then that you felt that odd shiver wash over you again.

“You shouldn’t be in here alone, you know,” he said. You couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the comment. Was the air in here staler than usual? Did the light always flicker this much? Was the vending machine always so damn loud? You wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t come out. 

“You’ve worked too hard today, haven’t you?” he asked gently. You gave him a small, almost unnoticeable nod. “Would you like me to cover for you? I can greet guests. I can smile. I can even ask if they’d like a booster seat. Just like you do.”

You felt your brows furrow. “You’re not supposed to do my job for me, Freddy. Besides, you’re on birthday duty today, aren’t you?”  

“Well, yes, but I’d like for you to rest…” he said, and you weren’t sure what to think of that. It was a nice sentiment, but why did he put it like that? “If I recall correctly, I’ve only been booked for one party today.”

One party. Right, you’d forgotten about that one. It was the last one of the day, starting in…You glanced up at the clock hanging above him. Fifteen minutes.

“Shit! Freddy, we gotta get going!” you hissed. You jumped up, grabbed his paw, and went for the door. In your mind you were running; in reality, you were very slowly dragging a very heavy and unmotivated bear across the pizzeria. You thought you’d heard him scold your use of curse words, but you weren’t concerned with that at the moment. How on earth had you spaced out for an entire four hours? Who even scheduled a party for 7:30 pm? 

By the time you’d made it to Party Room C, it was supposed to be C, right? Well, regardless, it was now. You took a look at the clock, eight minutes till the party.

You practically threw yourself onto the party plates and hats, laying them out as quickly as you could manage. No, wait, that’s wrong; you had to clean the table first, then lay down the plates. You started over. Toy Freddy just stood there watching. Observing.

As you finished tying up the last balloon you glanced at the time. Three minutes. The guests should be checking in anytime now. You sighed a breath of relief as you checked your clipboard. 

Party Room C? Check. 7:30 pm? Thank god. Toy Freddy? You glanced up at him. His eyes bore into yours. …Check. Everything seemed correct. 

Except, there was no information on the guests themselves. No name, number, guest list, nothing. You weren’t sure what to make of it. Perhaps Freddy knew something, you thought.

“Teddy, do you happen to know who this party is reserved for?” you asked, gazing up at him hopefully. He shook his head. “Are you sure? You didn’t overhear it or anything? Didn’t I tell you earlier?”

“Y/N, why are you so worried?” he asked and stepped closer. Sometimes you forgot just how tall the toys were, but at the moment you were all too aware. You frowned. “You’ve already done this one before. Don’t you remember?” You didn’t have an answer for him. Toy Freddy took your hand in his paw and led you back to the lobby. The lights seemed a bit dim tonight. “Don’t worry, Y/N. You just need to rest,” he said. It was only now that you realized he’d led you to the entrance. You wondered why. 

Why did everything feel so… hazy? 

🧸Glamrock Freddy🎤

Kind, gentle, and understanding, he was the obvious choice. There was no better fit for the job than Glamrock Freddy. So, as the long day came to a close, Freddy was taken off to an unfinished section of the Pizzaplex. When he asked, the staff had mentioned something about the new animatronic not liking humans, thus he was left on his own at the entrance. Like a child left at the daycare for the first time, he thought.

If the daycare looked as decrepit as this place, then he supposed he could understand the child’s fear—hypothetically. Nonetheless, he swept the thought away and pressed on, through the doors. He had a duty to uphold, after all. It was time to give the newest bot a warm welcome.

The hall was quite gloomy. Shadows stretched across the near-empty room. Just past the retro arcades, there you were; alone in the darkness, just barely illuminated by the dim spotlight shining above. And how amazing you were. Freddy had never seen anything like you.

“Hello, my name is Freddy Fazbear. It is a pleasure to meet you,” he greeted. He waited for a moment, and then another but your eyes never opened. “...May I ask what your name is?”                                                                                                                                                          

And again, you refused to grant him a single ounce of acknowledgment. Although Freddy was privy to your standoffish façade, he hoped to at least get a word out of you. He was The Freddy Fazbear after all. No, that was just his ego talking, he knew deep down that you did not owe him your attention. You were probably just nervous, or maybe you just needed space.

The robot bear let out a thoughtful hum. 

Over the next few weeks, he’d taken the time to come visit you every night. He only spent a few hours with you, sometimes just to ramble about his day, other times he’d sing, and often he’d simply sit in silence with you. You still hadn’t spoken a single word. It wasn’t really that you meant to be rude, but you had learned long ago that kindness—true kindness did not exist. There was always some kind of motive, some objective, some goal. This bot couldn’t have been any different… And yet here he was, every night, just for you. How curious, you thought.

This time though, it seemed he did have a goal. You couldn’t be sure, but there was something about his gait that felt… strangely purposeful tonight.

As usual, Freddy made his way to the right side of your auditorium and leaned himself against the wall. He didn’t face you, only gazing upon the Fazbear-themed museum you’d been forced to call home. Over the many days of construction, it had begun to look like a proper establishment. It seemed your display was nearly complete, ready to be unveiled. Normally Freddy would be excited about this, however, tonight he was starting to feel the pressure to get you talking. So, he decided to ask a question, one that had been plaguing his restless mind for some time now. 

“Y/N…” he hesitated, “Was there a… Freddy at your previous location?” he asked almost timidly. You supposed it was a fair question, so for the first time, you responded aloud.

“Yes,” you said. You felt his eyes bore into you from the side. You knew he wasn’t satisfied. A moment of silence passed.

“Do I remind you of him?” he asked, though the usually calm tone of his voice seemed a bit off, a bit hurried. You considered ignoring such a ridiculous question, but it seemed your voicebox had already decided the answer.

“No,” you turned to look at him, faceplates shifting gently. It was yet another first, you met his eyes with your own, noticing how they glowed a deep, electric blue. He didn’t resemble your old friend at all, save for those eyes, and a few accessories.

“You’re nothing like him.”

Freddy wasn’t sure what to make of that, but something told him it would be best to leave it at that. Well, he supposed it was progress. You hadn’t spoken again since, but he didn’t mind and still came to visit every night. He’d never forget that look in your eyes.

🐔Glamrock Chica🍕

It had come as no surprise when the glamrocks were informed of Chica being chosen to be your talk therapist of sorts. Out of all of the band, Chica was by far the most sociable. Chit-chat and gossip were just totally her jam. Well, it wasn’t a surprise to the others, but Chica found it to be a delightful honor. To say Chica was excited would be a disgusting understatement, no; she was absolutely ecstatic. 

Although she had been briefed on your little… situation, as the staff referred to it, she was confident she'd have you broken out of your shell in no time. It wasn’t until she made her way to the new Pizzaplex historical section, and caught sight of your miniature auditorium, that she finally realized the gravity of your situation.

There you were, sitting alone beneath the spotlights of your tiny glass display, entirely unlike anything she’d ever seen. Though she didn’t recognize your character, it was the odd seams lining your body that intrigued her. Needless to say, she spent a good while simply taking in your unusual features.

Of course, the fear of getting caught staring eventually caught up to her, and she figured it would be more polite to announce herself. Clearing her voice gently, she offered a simple, “Hi.” She was taken aback, however, when your eyes snapped open, and your distinct faceplates shifted apart almost instinctively.

So, you were as unique and off-putting as the staff had rumored. But Chica was a kind and open-minded bot, and she was determined to present herself as such. “Ahaha… wow! Those are some neat face… thingies you’ve got there!” she babbled, folding her clawed hands. “Oh! Let me introduce myself. My name is…?” she paused as she noticed you had shifted closer. You lifted a paw to the glass and uttered a single word.

“...Chica?”

How on earth you guessed her name was beyond her, but for you, it was simply obvious, albeit appalling. With white feathers, an orange beak, and a fashionably pink outfit, the resemblance was uncanny. For a moment, you were sure that you were standing before an old friend.

In an instant, your mind filled with memories from your days as a rental entertainer—the days of singing and dancing, the sweet scent of birthday cake, and the chilling darkness of the underground storage you had once called home. 

You recalled the painfully electric discipline you and your bandmates endured, the desperation you all felt, and the heartache that festered inside you as you watched your friends escape without you. They had left you to rot. All but one. 

And here you were, trapped within yet another glass prison, gazing upon the beautiful old face of the one who had never left you all those years ago. Your mouth hung agape as your voicebox desperately sputtered. Just as you finally found the courage to speak, a gasp escaped Chica’s beak.

“Woah, how’d you know my name? Are you some kind of oracle? You are, aren’t you? That’s so cool! I’ve always wanted to meet one!” she squealed with the bubbly excitement of a child. 

Just like that, the delusion had shattered. The awe in her starstruck eyes told it all; she was not your Chica; no, she was just another variant. Just another stranger. You felt your faceplates shift with agitation as you let your paws slip away from the glass. No words could accurately describe the complete and utter despair that engulfed you in one swift bite. Defeated, you slumped back into yourself.

“H-hey, what’s wrong? Was it something I said? Oh, I’m so sorry!” she blabbered, reaching out as if to embrace you through the glass. It was an impossible action, but how sweet it was. You scooted away and turned to face the towering wall of your little auditorium. Chica frowned and dropped her outstretched arms. She figured that was her cue to leave.

With heavy reluctance, she turned away and trudged off to her greenroom, pondering what she had done wrong along the way. Maybe it was the oracle comment? Perhaps she hadn’t been affable enough. She realized she had been a bit impolite with her gawking and all. 

Or maybe she had simply overstayed her welcome. Whatever the case, she hoped she would be given another chance to make it up to you, if that was even possible at all.

🐊Montgomery Gator⛳️

Well, truthfully speaking, no one told Monty to go looking for you. No, the gator had taken it upon himself to scope out the new attraction on his own. He’d heard the rumors of course, from the catwalks where he’d always eavesdrop. The guests seemed quite excited about the reveal of a brand-new attraction, they often speculated on what could be inside. But Montgomery knew; he’d heard from the staff. They found one, a functional one, an old relic from the past. And it was strange.

What was everyone so excited about? Just some old junk and a barely operational bot? How could something like that ever compare to him? Why waste your time oohing and awing at something so… inferior, when he was standing right here? Nonetheless, he did find himself rather curious, he’d have to go and see what all the commotion was about for himself, so he found his way to the new attraction and snuck—no, barged inside. 

This place was clearly a work in progress, with exposed concrete for a floor, empty display cases, and boxes of dusty nick-nacks haphazardly strewn about. He even spotted a few rusty endo-skeleton parts lying within a few of the acrylic glass cases. Creepy.

But that wasn’t what he came here for and soon enough, he found you.

All alone, sitting lifelessly, with your head slumped over. You sat on a little stage wrapped in glass, with one measly spotlight shining above. No curtains, no instruments, just you.

So that was the amazing new animatronic, Y/N the Funtime? What a joke, the gator thought as he lazily sauntered closer. Well, you certainly looked old, outdated, useless, but at least you were clean. 

“Hey, newbie. Wake up,” he commanded. His voice was gruff, and his tone unfriendly; you didn’t like that. Truth be told, you didn’t from the moment he’d stepped into the attraction. Yes, you were awake and you knew he was there all along. You were a specialist in hide-and-seek, after all. But you weren’t in the mood for seeking right now, and there was nowhere to hide, so you settled for ignoring him.

“Aye, I’m talkin’ to you! Is that how you treat a new pal?” he sneered, his long tail swaying irritably. To no avail; you must not be as functional as the others said you were. “Old hunk of junk.” You were nothing special in his eyes.

However there was something that did catch his eye, and he lifted his star-shaped sunglasses to have a look. It was a rusty-looking control panel, stationed right before your auditorium, and it only had two buttons. Intrigued, Monty reached out his claws. No.

You jolted forward, faceplates gaping wide open to reveal your piercing eyes and sharp fangs as you smashed yourself against the glass. An ear-splitting screech ejected from your voicebox, rattling your entire shell of a body. Monty swung himself away from the glass.

“What in the Sam Hill?!” he shouted, though he found relief as he realized you remained within your little enclosure. If he could swear, he would’ve just then.“What the leapin’ lizards is wrong with you? Just ‘bout gave me a heart attack!”

Perhaps he didn’t get your message. You gnashed your teeth and screamed again, this time with far more ferocity. Your claws dug into the glass, and though unable to penetrate it, you were able to leave fine scratches. The gator seemed less fazed this time, though he still took a step back. “Alright, alright, I get it, I won’t touch anything,” he grunted and raised his claws. “Why’re you ignorin’ me anyway, huh?”

You let yourself relax at his admission of defeat and allowed your faceplates to draw closed. Such a punk he was, to come barging in on your space, demand your attention, and insult you to your face. What gave him the right? And now he expects an explanation? What else did he want, an apology? Such arrogance. He was about as sensitive as Foxy, you thought.

You knew he had no idea what the function of that control panel was, but the mere thought of being punished—by another animatronic no less—infuriated you. You had no choice but to scare him straight. But the more time went on, the less scared Monty became; instead, he grew irritated as well.

In a sharp, unnatural motion, you heaved yourself up from the floor. Even when elevated, you only surpassed Monty’s height by a few centimeters. Faceplates shifting so very unnaturally as you gazed upon the reptile apathetically, taking in his features. For the first time in a while, Montgomery Gator found himself nearly unable to speak. It was something about your eyes, how they bore into him, gazing so lifelessly. He wondered if human eyes ever looked like that. “...You ain’t no normal bot… that’s for sure.”

“Are you scared?” you asked. Monty glared.

“Nah, ain’t nothin’ scary. Yer jus’ a freak.” You couldn’t help but wonder if he was telling you, or himself. You tilted your head.

“It’s okay to be scared,” you said and lifted a paw to the glass. What a strangely sweet voice you had. “Sometimes you should be.”

“I told ya! I ain’t scared of nothin’. ‘Specially not no weirdo clown.” Something dark flickered behind his eyes. “Somethin’ like you don’t belong here. Not ‘n this place.”

“You should leave,” you said simply. A silence hung in the air for some time; you never broke eye contact. The spotlight began to flicker.

Monty huffed and spun on his heel. “With pleasure,” he grunted. You watched as he left with slow and deliberate steps. You wondered if he’d come back again someday. It was a lonely stage.

🐺Roxanne Wolf🦴

You stood there, gazing at your figure from the reflection glaring against the glass wall. You hardly even recognized yourself anymore with freshly groomed fur, spotless paint, and glossy eyes. It was especially odd to feel the lack of rust and dirt between your joints. It was almost as if they’d erased every last reminder of that dark time. However, the question still weighed heavy on your mind; where on earth had all that time gone? 

And yet here you were, trapped within a tiny auditorium of your own, surrounded by the many familiar bits and bobs of your past. Displays full of old props, and worn machinery, sat before you. Your entire life was laid out for future tourists to gawk at. It was nostalgic, in a twisted sense, as though some part of you missed that hell hole you’d once been kept in. As above, so below, you supposed. Half heartedly, you wondered if this was how a fish in a pet store might feel. For some reason, you found a strange comfort in the buzzing of the flickering spotlight shining down upon you. You blinked at the reflection of your face—it blinked back.

The silence, save for the vibrations of electricity flowing through the walls, was broken by the sound of distant footsteps. 

When the staff asked for a Glamrock to welcome you, to everyone’s surprise, Roxanne volunteered herself. She was the most popular bot for a reason after all, who wouldn’t want to meet her? The others were a bit hesitant, Freddy especially, but Roxy made the case that only a loner could break the ice with another, so he allowed it. Reluctantly. 

Within the shadows of the construction zone, you stuck out like a white rabbit in the night. Roxanne approached you with a clawed paw on her hip. You watched her reflection in the glass, beside your own, analyzing her without the need to face her. She was beautiful, tall, and advanced; it seemed the new generation of bots had quite the upgrade. Though, you weren’t sure who she was. Perhaps it was a new version of Foxy? Why was she grey? As a matter of fact, why did she seem feminine? Your Foxy never had a true gendered presentation. Foxy… You wondered if they were out there somewhere. Part of you hoped they weren’t. It wasn’t that you didn’t miss them, but you knew there wasn’t anywhere for them to go—the world had no place for you Funtimes.

“You’re not even gonna look at me?” Roxanne asked. Oh, right, her. You’d forgotten she was there. With a slow turn of your head, you gazed down at her. “That’s better. Say, pup, what’s your name?”

Your name? It took you a moment to recall and though you opened your maw to respond, you decided against it. You weren’t sure if this bot could be trusted.

“Hmph. Shy types,” she said, thick eyebrows knitted. She crossed her arms. “Name’s Roxanne Wolf, your pleasure to meet me.” Oh, so she was an entirely new character. She certainly had a showmanship about her, just like Foxy. An ego.

“Somethin’ wrong with your voice or what?” she said with a sneer. “Not sure what I expected. Of course something as old as you can’t speak.” There was an air of superiority leeching from her. That distinctly belittling tone of her voice was sinking beneath your faux skin. You felt your plastic hair stand on edge—something dangerous flickered behind your plastic eyes. 

“I can speak just fine,” you said. “I choose not to.” 

“Well, ‘least you got a voice,” she shifted her stance, putting her weight to one side. “Got a name too?”

“Y/N,” you said. It had been a long time since you’d heard that name aloud, even longer since you introduced yourself. What a stupid name it was. “The pleasure is no one’s.”

Roxanne glared for a moment. You wondered if you had pissed her off, but why had she smirked like that?

“Y/N… suits you,” she said as her scrutinizing gaze trailed up and down your body. For some reason, you suddenly felt a bit self conscious. “So, like… What’s this whole kicked puppy act anyway?”

“What?” you asked as she rolled her eyes in response.

“Y’know, the whole ‘I’m so miserable’ look.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that and a strangely disturbing silence lay thickly between the two of you. Your faceplates twitched. You felt this irritating itch to reach out and grab her, to show her what you were really feeling; the best you could do was lean against the glass, outstretched claws tapping dangerously upon the barrier.

“Let me out, and I’ll show you,” you said with a slight tilt of your head. 

Roxanne wasn’t sure what had come over you, it was as if one moment you were fine, and the next you appeared as some kind of monster. That was when she realized the soulless look in your eyes like you’d rip her apart if you could. You couldn’t, of course, but she now understood the meaning behind the “Do Not Touch” warning pasted against the glass frame. Roxy shook her head.