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"U-um... could you guys stop staring at me like that? It's making me really self-concious." Phantom Freddy half mumbled. Everyone shook their heads, getting their thoughts back to the present. "S-sorry Phantom Freddy. We're just surprised. You never told anyone any of that except Goldie, who doesn't talk to the rest of us that much and so he never told us about it." Freddy said. "Not even to me and Toy Freddy, even though we are his brothers or Springy who's his lover. Though he does talk to us more than the others, so don't get that wrong." "I told him to tell you guys." Phantom Freddy grumbled, giving Goldie a glare that could've cut through metal if it were a weapon. "Stop giving me that look! I don't like talking to people, you know this!" Goldie yelled, blushing a light pink. "Don't give me attitude, Golden. I told you to tell the others and you never did." Phantom Freddy said. "Don't fucking call me Golden! Only Springy can call me that! You know I hate it when others call me by that name!" Goldie screamed. "S-S-STOP SH-SHOUTING! Y-Y-Y-YOU'RE HURTING M-MY E-E-E-E-EARS!" Withered Bonnie yelled, his voice box glitching from the strain of the yelling. "Ow. That hurt." He said normally.

"That's why we don't yell, Withered Bonnie. It hurts us to yell because of our broken voice boxes. Yelling makes them glitch, which hurts us." Withered Freddy said. "Withered Chica learned that lesson a long time ago along with me and Withered Foxy." "Y-Yeah. S-So just s-speak normal-lly." Withered Chica said, her voice box glitching like it usually does when she talks. "We need to get that glitching fixed." Withered Freddy mumbled. "I know we do, Capt'n." Withered Foxy said. "We all do." Withered Bonnie said. Withered Chica just nodded her head. "Geez. You guys really need help. Your condition has gotten way worse than it already was and it was already horrible." Fredbear said. "Ye ain't kiddin'." Withered Foxy said. "But who will help them? William's too afraid to go near them after Withered Bonnie almost ripped off his arm last time he tried fixing him. I don't think that Michael knows how to fix them. And none of us can fix them, as we don't know how to fix them." Freddy said. "Oh, Mike Schmit knows how to fix them. He read a manual at one point on how to fix them. I'm going to call him up right now." Fredbear said and pulled out his phone and called Schmit.

"Hello?" - Schmit

"Yes, hello Schmit." - Fredbear

"Hello Fredbear. What do you want?" - Schmit

"I need you to help us fix the Withereds. Their condition has gotten really bad. Withered Bonnie and Withered Chica's glitches have gotten worse. Withered Bonnie actually hurt himself yelling at everyone to quiet down, in fact, because of the glitching. Can you help?" - Fredbear

"Of course! I don't want them getting hurt even if they are a little bit on the meaner side of things, but that's just because they're angry that they were killed as kids and they don't get to perform because they were shut into a backroom for years." - Schmit.

"What?" - Fredbear

Schmit then hung up. "The actual fuck...? Why'd he randomly hang up the phone after telling me that the Withereds are only angry because of them dying as kids and then getting stuck in a backroom for years and not being able to perform...? That was so weird..." Fredbear said. "He actually told you that?!" Withered Bonnie half yelled, his voice box glitching slightly. Withered Freddy's face turned red and he slammed his head onto the table. Withered Chica turned red and looked away. Withered Foxy went red and looked at the ground. "The hell...? What the hell's wrong with you four. You're acting like this is the end of the world." Spring Bonnie asked. "It might as well be." Withered Chica said. "I want the earth to open up and swallow me whole right now." Withered Freddy mumbled into the table. "We all do, boss. We all do." Withered Bonnie said. "I meant to say Freddy but accidentally said 'boss' instead. Sorry. A lot is going through my mind right now."

"It's a true statement, isn't it?" Fredbear asked gently. "Y-yeah... unfortunately." Withered Freddy said. "If you don't mind me asking... are you embarrassed about your past? Is that why you're acting this way and why you never told any of us about it?" Fredbear asked really gently, understanding that the Withereds were kind of scared and needed some form of comfort to continue talking. "Yeah. Because of Fredbear's Family Diner's closing, we were moved to a new location, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Jr., where the Toys all worked originally. That wasn't the original intent, though. Originally, the management had the idea of repurposing me and the other Withereds and started to put the technology that's in the Toys into us, but they decided that we were too ugly to be repurposed and we smelled too much, so they went a completely new way and went super kid-friendly, making the Toys. Us Withereds were put into the parts and service room and were then used for parts for the Toys. We couldn't perform, we couldn't walk around during the day, we could barely do anything. That got us angry after a while. Also, before any of that happened, at Fredbear's Family Diner, William killed some kids and stuffed them into our suits so now we are possessed by them, just like the Originals are possessed by four of the kids that died in 1987 at the hands of William." Withered Freddy said.

"That's also the reason why we don't like William that much and don't really trust him. Actually... The lack of trust in him is what caused me to almost rip off his arm last time he tried fixing me. I apologized later on which has helped him a bit with not being scared of us." Withered Bonnie said. "He's still scared of you guys, though. He's talked to us about it, that's how we know." Freddy said. "Yeah. You really spooked him when you almost ripped his arm off, Withered me." Bonnie said. "Yeah, so don't think that it's all the way in the past now." Chica said. "Because it ain't all the way in the past, me matey." Foxy said. "Stop with the accent, Foxy. We're not performing anymore. You don't need to keep talking like a pirate." Freddy grumbled. "Sorry, boss." Foxy said, dropping his accent. Everyone stared at him. Foxy looked around at everyone. "What? My accent is just a show thing. I can talk like the others can when I want, I just prefer to talk like a pirate often. It sometimes really annoys the others, though. They only ask me to stop if it gets annoying and I've been talking in my pirate accent for 10 hours now so Freddy asked me to stop." Foxy said. "Um... okay then..." Fredbear said, only half convinced that Foxy was telling the truth. "It's true, y'know." Freddy said. "Totally." Chica said. "Yep." Bonnie said. "Yes, it is." Goldie said. "Um... suree." Spring said. "It's actually true you guys." A new voice said, walking into the kitchen. "Hi Mike." Freddy said. "Hi Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Goldie. Who are the other animatronics? There's so many of you guys." Mike Schmit, the night guard for the pizzeria who had platinum blonde hair, dazzling, friendly, happy, glittery blue eyes, a friendly smile with bright white teeth, a sharp night guard uniform, and bold black lace-up shoes. "They're the friends that we talked to you about. Also, you met the Toys and Withereds already." Freddy said. "Oh, yeah. I remember now. Hey Withereds, Toys. Nice to see you guys again." Mike S. said. "Nice to see you too, Mike." Withered Freddy said. "Yeah." Withered Bonnie said. "Yep." Withered Chica said. "Yeppy." Withered Foxy said. "It's really nice to see you again after 2 years of not seeing you." Toy Freddy said. "Yeah. It's really a pleasure having you around." Toy Bonnie said. "I agree." Toy Chica said. "Me too." Mangle said. "Me and my sister JJ don't really know you all that well even though we've seen you multiple times, but it IS nice to see you again, even with us." BB said. JJ nodded her head (she doesn't talk much, but once in a while she'll say something). "It's really great to see you again, Mike." Puppet said.