Five Nights at Freddy's: Ghosts of the Past Episode 2

Chapter 3: Critical Sabotage

   Unlike the other animatronics, Chica knew where Freddy spent most of his nights in the Pizzaplex. She was the only animatronic Freddy bothered to reveal his identity as Michael Afton to. It was a secret she guarded closely.

   This Saturday night, Freddy was below the building, interrogating the one who corrupted Fazbear Entertainment for the past four decades. As usual, Bonnie was confined to the boundaries of Bonnie Bowl, Roxy spent the night wandering the Upper Floors, and Monty was on the catwalks over Monty Golf. However, six a.m. came and went, and only Freddy made himself known to the bird animatronic by morning. The bear animatronic made his way back to Rockstar Row, looking rather frustrated.

"Freddy? There you are! It's been a long night just hanging out by myself," Chica exclaimed out of relief.

"By yourself? Where are the others?" Freddy asked curiously.

"Well, Bonnie and Monty are obviously in their places. Bonnie cannot leave, and Monty just chooses NOT to," Chica said in an annoyed tone.

"Yes, those animatronics are rather troubled. Then again, in some ways, ALL of us are..." Freddy sighed.

In the black of the animatronic's blue eyes, tiny white lights could be seen shining. This was a common sign, however one difficult to observe, that an animatronic was possessed. Shadows formed around Freddy's eyes, which indicated his exhaustion.

"I haven't been able to do much, as you can see. Uh, how are things with your father?" Chica asked with a tone of sympathy.

   Freddy let out a sigh of frustration, one that he appeared to have been holding back for quite some time.

"Terrible, as usual. But, Chica, there's one thing I've been, uh, noticing..." Freddy said.

The chicken animatronic raised a single eyebrow, waiting for an explanation from her bear counterpart.

"It's about me. Yesterday, there was this little kid named Trent that came by. He didn't ask for a photo or an autograph, or ANYTHING. He just asked me for my favorite color. I told him it was orange, and he looked disappointed, until I explained why..." Freddy explained, then drifting off into the distance.

"I remember him! He did seem disappointed at my answer too. I told him pink, since it was my signature color? Why did he like YOUR answer?" Chica questioned.

"I told him orange is the color of fire, of hope. Chica, when I was still a human being, I WORKED at the Pizzeria before it became the Ruins below this place. It was a trap that my boss, Henry, who is William's old friend, set to call all existing possessed animatronics. Once they were all there, the friend and I burned it to the ground. Both of us died there. I thought there was going to be a new beginning when only the ashes were left, but I was WRONG," Freddy explained sadly.

"Afton came back, didn't he?" Chica asked.

"Yes, he did. And here he is now. Anyways, the boy, he KNEW we are animatronics. And I'm starting to think he knows my true nature... do I act differently from the other animatronics?" Freddy asked.

"Yes, you do, Freddy. Isn't it obvious?!" Chica demanded, sounding almost irritated.

   "What?!" Freddy said in an alarmed tone.

   "Freddy, let's take a look at all the animatronics here. Monty is an angry, prideful MONSTER who, unlike us, WILLINGLY murdered children, Roxy, although she's my friend, is hotheaded and arrogant, Bonnie, while he's okay, isn't anywhere near your level, and I'm a gluttonous animatronic! You, Freddy Fazbear, are a true guardian, the father that Gregory never had, loving, careful, wise, intelligent, and experienced. You ARE different from us, and it shows!" Chica exclaimed.