The Jazz Fusion

Chapter LXI: ~The Golden Bonnie Invasion Part I~

"Who are you again...?" asked Gabby, speaking to a strange robot bear who greets them.

It's Glamrock Freddy.

"Hey, Superstar! I am Freddy! Freddy Fazbear!" smiled Freddy, as Gabby walks in with Markiplier the Actor.

"Hi! I'm Gabby! Uh... Why are we here?" asked Gabby.

Markiplier turns on the lights to show a young boy and a woman standing in the dark, both holding weapons as if they're guarding the place. They also have several gadgets and machinery hanging on the walls in what seems like an underground den.

"What... is this place...?" asked Gabby.

"This is what we call the Workshop," said the woman. "Name's Vanessa. The kid's name is Gregory."

"Gabrielle Ibarra..." Gabby looks around. "Future Chosen One."

"Huh... I was mind-controlled by a serial killer in the form of a hive mind computer virus to kill children. And he was my victim. And... I adopted him... Since he killed his parents."

"Okay! Sudden backstory, much...?" Gabby turns to what she is pointing to, and it is revealed to be Springtrap. "Oh... This guy...? Didn't he help out in the attacks orchestrated by Romanov a few weeks ago? And the Siege of Burnham around two months ago?"

"Yeah," said Gregory. "Guy's pretty much an asshole... He's been killing kids like a treasured fuck for a long time now. He thinks his work is precious, praying to the mystical god known as Darkiplier."

"You swear a lot!" smiled Gabby. "I like you!"

"Thanks. Not a lot of people around who like me," said Gregory.

"Yeah. Me neither!" smiled Gabby. "So... who are you people trying to defend the world from? I'm guessing that Springtrap over there is just a minion."

"Darkiplier," said Freddy. "The Entity."

Gabby squints her eyes.

"The hero vs. the villain," Markiplier whispered. "What a joke... I was a joke...
He's a reminder of my mistakes. A constant reminder that I created him."

"Wait... What...!?"

"Gabby... I didn't tell you everything. I'm going to tell you about a game I once played with my dear old friends. A game about Who... Killed... Markiplier..."

Meanwhile...

Bill plays the piano very calmly.
"We'll meet again!
Don't know where!
Don't know when!
But I know we'll meet again some sunny day!
And that day...?
It's in a few days... AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AH HAHAHAHA-!!!"

"Hello, Father! Wanna play! I've been waiting years. Every day..."

"Look, kid..." Bill facepalms. "I'll make you a deal!"

"NO!!! NO MORE DEALS!!! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN LISTENING TO ANY OF MY SQUEALS!?!? I'VE BEEN SUFFERING, CRYING, AND NEEDING FOR A FRIEND!!! WHEN WILL ALL THESE TRAGEDIES END!!!?"

Bill grabs The Collector by the cloak. "Look here, you little s̸̡̓͛͌̀̈́̕͝͠h̸̪̳̐͂͗͌͌͋̈̏̃̚̕͜͠į̴̨̺͓̥͓͇̦͙͈̖̞͌̅̓͛̅̐̀͜͝t̷̞́͐̑̒̄͛͋̇̉͊̚͝͠! Stop being a little brat and maybe I'll play with you!
Any more words out of you, AND I'LL FUCKING Ḃ̸̨̠̝̥͛͗̃͌͒͑͘̚E̶̢̢̙̰̓͑̍A̸̭̦͍̖̱̪͂͌͌͝ͅT̴̢͇͎̱̞͉̖̱͗̑̀̐̉̋ ̴̘͕̱̰̰̯͑͒̾̔̆̊͗͊̏̉̋͒͘Y̸̙̭̣͕̮̜̪͐́͗̎́͊͋̓̑̍̐̇̀̕͘Ȯ̷̙̣̰̟͚̳͖͎̬͉͔̼͖̼̓͋͗͌̓͝͠Ũ̴̢̩̲̫͇̟̑̈́̇̓̍̽̈́̈̚͝!!!"

The Collector bows his head in sadness.

Bill sighs and frowns. "Look, kid... I'm busy trying to avenge you and trying to give you a good place for us to live. Okay? Just... BE QUIET AND SHUT YOUR YAPS OR I̵̢̖͓͋'̵̦͑̅̚Ḻ̷̻̅L̸̟̠͉͐ ̵̪̻̿͠T̵̨͐E̵̤͓̓̄͋A̶̫̒͘R̷̛̳ ̴͇̟͌͌̔ͅO̸̦͙̰͌Ȕ̵̩̱̬͝T̴͇̓̅ ̸̰̑̇͠Y̴̨̖͚̆Ǫ̸̂̓̑Ṵ̷̡̠̅̕R̷̛͉̞̔ ̶̙͋̑̈́F̷̲̋͌̃U̵͕̜̔͘͜C̸̺̏K̸̥͌̑Ǐ̷̝̥N̷̹̼̦̈́̋̈́G̶̙̋ ̵͔̰̅̉̋Y̶̮͛A̴̧̒̈́̚P̵̧̰̲͑̆̅S̵̛͚̳̙̓̇!!! Understand, sweetie?"