This is not your average FNAF fanfic.

-----Night 6-----

"Are ya ready kids!?"

"Aye-aye captain."

"I can't hear you."

"AYE-AYE CAPTAIN." Foxy excitedly shrieked at my laptop, his tail swiping back and forth on the carpet.

"Foxy, shut up." Puppet grumbled as she floated over to the table where I had put paper and pencils for the animatronics to draw if they wanted to. They are pretty much still kids after all.

Foxy did not shut up, he continued to scream the Spongebob theme song as the episode started with his tail flailing wildly back and forth and my plushie sat in his lap.

"Is Sandy gonna be in this episode?" Freddy asked, looming over me.

"Yeah, she should be there. Why?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Because she's my favorite, like my momma." He told me before going to settle next to Foxy. I heard a truck backing up to the front door and went to check on what was going on.

"Good evening, ma'am." The driver said, acknowledging that I was taking a break from binding for a day.

"Sir." Bonnie corrected.

"What?"

"He's a sir." Bonnie repeated.

"Oh. Uh. My apologies, sir." The driver apologized as he opened the back of the truck. "We got animatronics that had to be shipped here. You can replace those old ones now."

"Replace? Says who?" I asked, trying to conceal my anger as my soles heated up.

"The owner of Fazbear Entertainment, sir." The driver said cautiously, his eyes flicking to my steaming shoes.

"Okay. You unload the new animatronics and help bring them inside please. I have to go make a phone call." I walked angrily up the stairs to my office, causing Foxy to pause Spongebob and follow me with concern. I had gathered Puppet's curiosity too, so she followed as well. I dialed the number.

"Hello, this is the front desk of Fazbear Entertainment, how may I direct your call?"

"Bitch, patch me through to the boss." I growled as menacingly as possible, very aware that the carpet was now burning under my feet.

"Will do. Patching you through to Mista Emily." The lady said, her voice shaking.

"Hello?"

"Hi, bastard. What do you think you are doing, replacing the animatronics. I don't have the energy or emotional stability to replace the friendly animatronics I babysit at night and accidentally became part of the family of." I scolded him. He may have been older than me, but there is no way in hell he's getting off that easily.

"It's business. What location are we talking to?"

"Silverdale, Washington." I ground out.

"Oh. Well you're getting the ones from Bremerton because the location had to shut down due to complications of the animatronics. We were hoping that since your location has very little visitation, the animatronics would do better there."

"Complications?" I asked, arching a brow.

"Yes, the Toy Foxy had some difficulties being a pull-apart toy and bit a child."

"Can you blame them?" I asked. "How would it feel to be a pull-apart toy? Living nightmare for some of us. Jesus. I'm glad that they're here, but we're not going to replace the animatronics, we're going to make a second area for them." I told him. "And you can't do a damn thing about it because I will come up there with my crew and threaten you into a heart attack."

"O-okay."

"Thank you for your fucking time."

"Uh. Yeah. Bye." He replied, hanging up.

"What was that about?" Puppet asked.

"New animatronics. Let's go greet them." I replied. Foxy's tail immediately started wagging again and he excitedly bound down the stairs to get Freddy and Chica. Puppet latched onto me as I walked down the stairs, throwing my balance off a bit. I walked outside to see Bonnie doing his best to hold all of what I assumed was Toy Foxy, the one who was used as a pull apart toy. Toy Bonnie sat on the curb, clearly very angry about the fact that the original Bonnie was standing there and that he wasn't the one and only Bonnie and that he wasn't the center of attention. Toy Freddy was trying to keep Toy Foxy calm about the move and had Toy Chica's face buried in his back.

"Hello. I'm Bucky. I'm the night guard and caretaker for you guys now." I said softly, smiling gently at them. "I'm going to fix all of you. I promise."

"Pinky promise?" Toy Chica asked, holding out her hand with her pinky extended. I wrapped my pinky around hers and shook it once, firmly.

"Pinky promise. Do you have missing pieces or anything?" I asked all of them.

"Does a broken nose squeaker thing count?" Toy Freddy asked, booping his own nose and not having it squeak like it should.

"What messed that up?" I asked.

"Constant boops from little kids, teenagers, adults, the employees, the night guard." Toy Freddy replied.

"I have a spare squeaker inside. Anyone else?"

"Chica is missing her nose." Toy Freddy told me. "A teenager said "got your nose" and took it. Mangle is missing a lot of pieces, but we have their blueprints so you can put her back together. And Toy Bonnie is missing one of his optical connectors so he's having a hard time seeing properly out of one eye."

"Bonnie, do you want me to take Mangle?" I asked while Bonnie fought to hold the struggling fox animatronic.

"Yes please." Bonnie replied. I took Mangle carefully, making sure that their weight was distributed evenly across my shoulders and arms. She decided that I was a trustworthy person and curled around me in a relaxed way with her face up against my cheek.

"Oh hello there." I cooed at Mangle, rubbing her cheek. Foxy was excited to see the new animatronics to the point where he was practically climbing the walls.

"Bonnie, catch Foxy please, we don't need him crashing again."

Bonnie caught the thin old fox easily, hoisting the pirate over his shoulder.

"You need brushing, Foxy dearest." Bonnie said, looking at the matted fur on Foxy's tail.

"No! I don't want brushing!" Foxy shouted.

"You're getting brushed! Chica, get the brush." Bonnie announced. Chica raced off the get the wire brush as I put Mangle down on one of the tables. They watched me bustle about before retrieving the blueprints for her. I put on my glasses and started to take apart their body, taking inventory of what pieces she had.

"Where did you get three feet?" I asked, holding the third one up.

"I honestly have no idea." Mangle whispered back as I started to put him back together properly.

"Legs are done." I hummed, bending the knees to make sure they worked. "Can you stand for me?" I asked. She carefully slid off the table to stand on their feet, wobbling slightly with the different center of balance. I steadied them and helped her walk a few steps, getting some laughter.