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It was a busy night. Fans are crowding up in the hall. Adults and children alike, they were all gathered around the stage for one purpose: to watch his performance.
Well, not just his. Obviously. Monty's there, of course. The fans wouldn't think so, but he believes it has been Monty who was carrying the show. His bass solos are always amazing to listen to. He learned from the best, after all.
If Monty were to replace him, honestly he wouldn’t complain so much.
There's also Chica and Roxy. Chica had been there since the beginning, being the bright happy hen he always rely to. Her own guitar playing isn't anything to scoff at either. Roxy is also quite the fan favorite, and people cheers the loudest when it comes her time to play her keytar.
There was not a time he wasn’t proud of his band. To have people so good at what they do, to bring smiles to the fans he adore. He couldn’t asked for anything more.
Well, there was something, but that's only wishful thinking. They couldn't bring him back. He'd told himself this so many times.
Right now, what's more important is to focus on what he has at the present.
To focus on his own performance. To bring happiness to everyone that supports him—
His thoughts abruptly cut off. And then there was nothing.
SYSTEM BOOTING…
100% COMPLETE
CHECKING FOR ERRORS…
NO ERROR DETECTED.
WAKING UP…
WELCOME, FREDDY FAZBEAR.
Freddy opened his eyes slightly, and the first thing he saw was the bright light in the ceiling hitting into his eyes. He allowed his sights to adjust the brightness itself, before he looked around to see where he was.
He was lying down on the operating chair, in an operation chamber of what he recognized was in Parts & Service.
Weird. Last thing he remembered, he was performing on the stage with his band like he always did every night. Then he thought he saw someone suspicious. That's where his memories started being hazy. There was some kind of alert in his system, he thought. Something about an error. But that's all he knew.
Was that why he was here? He wondered what could’ve happened to him then. It's a little disheartening to think he probably disappointed and worried the people that were watching the show.
But there was something that felt off. The memories felt distant, even though it should be his latest memories.
There should be time stamps attached to the memories log. Better check that.
Hm, December 16th 2026. He remembered the staff busy preparing for the Christmas event. That seemed to check out.
Now to check his internal clock.
…
…That… That can't be right. That made no sense at all.
It's… July 25th… 2030?
That suggests it's been about four years since his last performance. But, that's just ridiculous. He couldn’t have been out for so long. Even if there was some kind of irreversible corrupted data that occured during his error, the only thing the technicians needed to do was to reboot him whole and reupload his memories again. That couldn’t have taken four years.
It made no sense. What's going on here?
Just then, the chamber door opened, and a person in a technician outfit walked in. Good, someone to explain things to him.
He looked really tired though. Like he's been working non-stop without a break. Freddy was aware of the mistreatment that the Fazbear employees would sometimes receive. But was it always this bad?
He hadn’t even greeted Freddy yet, and he already let out a really drawn out sigh. It really was that bad.
"Ok, Freddy," he spoke, not an ounce of energy in his voice. "Let's just skip the formalities. Report any error or inconsistency to me."
"Of course. There is a four-year gap between my last memory log and the current time," he reported right away.
The man sighed again. "Aside from the time gap."
Aside from? As if it's something completely normal and expected?
He checked his system thoroughly once again. "No error detected," he reported.
"Good. Some good news for once. Maybe shit will finally get better from here."
Freddy couldn’t help himself. It's in his system to remind employees of keeping their language clean. "Please refrain from any profanity, sir. This is a—"
"I don't have enough energy to fucking care, Freddy. There's no kids here anyway."
"Even so, it's important to remind yourself to—"
"I SAID I DON’T GIVE A FUCK, FREDDY."
The sudden shouting caught him off guard. He shutted his mouth for once, worrying about the stressed employee in front of him. "I-I am sorry for causing you distress. Are you alright?"
He pinched the bridge of his eyes. That's his third sigh today in just 5 minutes. "...Sorry. It's not your fault, Freddy. I shouldn't be yelling at you. It's just the higher-ups keep working our asses off ever since the Pizzaplex closed."
"Closed?" Freddy tilted his head curiously.
His fourth sigh. "Alright, alright. I oughta fill you in now."
The man hopped onto the operation chair, laying down to get himself comfortable. He probably needed the rest.
"So, as you had noticed, it's been four years since your last performance. Well, I said 'yours,' but it's really the last Freddy's."
"The last Freddy?" he repeated. It's not too hard for him to understand though. "Did he break down, and you had to replace him with me?"
"Knew you'd be familiar with the procedure. But well, not exactly." He paused, whether for thinking how to put his words or for dramatic effects. "The last Freddy kinda… ran away."
"...Excuse me?"
"Let me start from the beginning." Then he started going on with a story. A story of how Freddy escaped the building with a child. As well as a story of how the entire Pizzaplex building crumbled down in one night because of an "earthquake." He said the earthquake was just a cover-up, but a cover-up of what, he didn't say. Where did the child and the Freddy that accompanied him go, he didn't say either.
It's been four years since the event. The pizzaplex had been shutted down ever since. But the management refused to let it close for good. They had been working - well, technically the employees had been working - tirelessly to get it running again.
Freddy - the current Freddy - was a prototype backup model they had, and his memories were pre-uploaded to a cloud server, so it wasn't hard to get him ready. The treatment for the star of the show, apparently.
His friends weren't so lucky though. The management didn't care enough to prepare backup models for them. Chica and Roxy was going to take a while for them to repair. And apparently Monty was in such a terrible shape, it's going to take them a few more months before he's in any functional state. Apparently he lost his entire body and legs. Poor thing.
At least their CPUs are still intact, so they weren’t going to lose their memories. Maybe when they're back running, Freddy can ask them what happened that night when during the alleged "earthquake."
"Bad news is management wants us to reopen the Pizzaplex in the next month. And there's no way we can get Monty ready then."
The technician let out another sigh. Having so much sighs in such short amount of time can't be good. "We have no idea what to do. Even staying up every night working can't help with the deadline."
That explained his terrible state. There wasn't much Freddy could do to help though, and he didn't like that. Well, the least he could do is give him mental support.
Freddy wrapped his arms around the man's neck, pressing his cheeks against him while also warming up his body to a comfortable level for the human. He tightened his grip, just enough to reassure him without choking him in the process.
The technician was surprised at first, but he seemed to enjoy it, even snuggling further into him and hugging his big metallic arm.
"Thank you for your incredible effort. I pray that everything will work out for you in the end," he whispered warmly into his ear.
The hug lasted a few more seconds, before the technician tapped on his arm, signalling that he had enough. Freddy let him go, and the human sat up as he did. He had a smile on his face. It looked much better than when he was first walking in.
"Thank you, Freddy. And thanks as well for reminding me why you're my favorite," he chuckled.
Freddy laughed along with him. "It's my pleasure, sir."
"Please, just call me Andrew." Andrew held out his hand. Freddy nodded and returned the gesture, shaking his hand with an enthusiasm. "Of course, Mr Andrew," he responded.
The man sighed once again, but it was a friendlier, less tired sigh. "Just Andrew is fine, but that's as good as it's gonna get with you, I suppose."
Andrew hopped off the operating chair and walked toward the door. "Come on, let's get of here. We still have much to do. You need to get used to the absolute mess this building is in too."
Freddy wasn't really looking forward to that. He grew fond of this place. It was where he lives, after all. It'd be heartbreaking to see the state it's in now if what Andrew said was true. He hoped he could help clean up the place as much as he was allowed to.
When they walked out the chamber, they were surprised to find another Fazbear employee waiting outside. He looked to be a heavy worker, burly and well built. He could probably arm wrestle with Monty. Not that he'd win, but he could put up quite a fight. Right now, he seemed anxious. Wait, no, he looked more excited and eager, actually.
"I've been calling to you from outside, but guess this repair station shit is more soundproof than I thought," he commented, his deep tone and accent manly enough to match his look.
"Tank? What's up? Did you need me or something?" Andrew questioned.
"Well, ye asked me to give it to ye if I found anything I think would be useful shits during the cleanup, right?" he answered. "Well, I was just dealing with the mess in that bowling place, and guess what I found?"
Freddy's ears perked up at the mention of the bowling place. Bonnie Bowl. He had fond memories of the place. Memories that he never wanted to lose. He hoped the place wasn't in too much of a disarray. Maybe that's where he should go first after this. He'd been avoiding the place because of what happened to…
He placed his focus back to the present, wanting to avoid thinking about… it. Something being found in Bonnie Bowl, was it?
Tank apparently hadn’t revealed what he found yet. Staying silent clearly for dramatic effects. Andrew crossed his arms and huffed. "Come on, I don't got all days, Tank. Just tell me."
"Boring," the big man rolled his eyes. "So, the big thing I found was, drum rolls please…" the man drummed in mid air with his fingers, making sounds akin to drums. Andrew facepalmed with a sigh, a tired sigh, hopefully for the last time.
"A whole robot!" Tank revealed.
Andrew groaned. "Cool. A staff bot. I guess I'll get it up and running later—"
"No, no! Ye don't get it!" Tank waved his hands around. "It's not one of those dumb soulless robots! It's a… What’cha call it? An animal… ma…"
"An animatronic?" He raised his eyebrows.
"Yeah! Yeah!" he confirmed excitedly. That piqued Andrew's interest, as well as Freddy's.
"But Chica, Roxanne and Monty were all already found. Who could you have possibly found?"
"It ain't one of those chickens, dogs or crocs! I saw the robot's design in the building before. Pretty damn sure it's like a… a blue rabbit thingy."
That sent Andrew into a speechless state. And Freddy… he was no better. He thought he'd heard wrong. He thought he was lying. He couldn’t have possibly found…
When Freddy found himself speaking with Andrew at the same time, he realized his voice was trembling. He was scared. He was afraid of being lied to.
"...Bonnie?"