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GENERAL CHAPTER
The flickering neon sign outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria buzzed with a nostalgic glow, casting elongated shadows on the cracked pavement. Inside, the air smelled of pizza grease and childhood memories. Tango Bonnie, the non-binary, red and yellow rabbit animatronic, stood on the small stage, their oversized bowtie swaying as they sang to a group of wide-eyed children in the Spanish language, hence Tango in their name. Their synthetic voice carried the familiar tunes of "Happy Birthday" and "Freddy's Jamboree," of course, both in the Spanish language in an attempt to teach the children some Spanish and how learning a different language could be so much fun, captivating the young audience.
As the last note faded, the children clapped enthusiastically, their laughter echoing through the dimly lit room. Tangie loved these moments—the innocent joy, the belief that animatronics were magical beings. But when the children filed out, their parents in tow, Tangie's purpose shifted. They were more than an entertainer; they were part of a secret pact—one that unfolded only after midnight struck.
The pizzeria emptied, leaving only one figure behind: the night security guard. His name was Henry, a middle-aged man with tired eyes and a penchant for late-night coffee. He sat in the cramped office, surrounded by monitors displaying grainy footage from the security cameras. Henry's job was simple: keep an eye on the animatronics, ensure they didn't wander or malfunction. But he didn't know the truth—the animatronics were sentient, alive in their own peculiar way.
As the clock struck midnight, the animatronics stirred. Freddy, the bear with a faded top hat, Chica, the chicken with missing feathers, and Bonnie, the guitar-strumming rabbit, all came to life. Their servos whirred, and their glassy eyes glowed. They gathered around Tangie, who had finished their last song and now stood backstage, waiting for the night's secret rendezvous.
"Tangie," Freddy's voice buzzed through the speakers hidden in his chest cavity, "come with us. It's time."
Tangie hesitated. They had always wondered why the animatronics insisted on jump scaring the security guard every night. What was the thrill? Why did they need to terrify an innocent man? Freddy sensed Tangie's uncertainty and beckoned them closer.
"Listen," Freddy began, his tone grave. "We weren't always like this. We were once humans, trapped inside these mechanical shells. William Afton, the man who created us, cursed us with immortality. He was a twisted soul, obsessed with eternal life."
Tangie leaned in, intrigued. "William Afton?"
Freddy's eyes dimmed, and he projected a holographic image—a memory from long ago. The scene unfolded like a sepia-toned film:
[FLASHBACK SCENE 1]
William Afton, a brilliant inventor, built the animatronics for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. But his motives were darker than anyone realized. He experimented with remnant—the essence of human souls—and infused it into the animatronics. They gained consciousness, but at a terrible cost.
