One shots

FNAF Oneshot 5: Malfunctions, We Think

This is a request for @haydenvega1. Hope you like it! As always, I don't own the characters and I don't know the lore very well, so I'm making shit up as I go. Don't like, don't read. Enjoy!

The animatronics were, of course, very used to their odd motherboard overheat moments. It had been years after all. They were, admittedly, less used to the raging personality splits of Golden Freddy and Fredbear. In the nearly ten years since the two animatronics had been forcefully combined, it had been very difficult to tell which bot was in control of their scrambled body.

Soon, the only proper way to know was to see the emotions most strongly projected by the mottled animatronic. If it was bitter, cold, relentless rage, then Goldie was in charge. If it was grief, sadness, unrelenting fear, then Fredbear was in control of the shared body.

It was a hard thing to adjust to, especially since Goldie and Fredbear had been so changed by the experience. It was hard to get the older animatronics to talk to them, no matter who was in charge.

Regardless of the anger Goldie had and the grief Fredbear held, both animatronics were upset. Sharing a body and hearing one another's thoughts was not something anyone would want to have to do. It was simply too much.

Their mother boards seemed to overheat more often, likely because of the shared bodies. There was one motherboard supporting two animatronics with two distinct personalities.

It was too much effort for the mother board. It made the poor animatronics more irritable.

"Hiya Freddy!" Bonnie called as he hopped down from the main stage after closing.

"Hey there, Bon." Freddy greeted, smiling at his bed friend. "How's it goin'?"

"Can't complain, ya know? Where's Chica an' Foxy?" Bonnie grinned.

"Foxy's in his cove and Chica's checkin' up on... ya know."

"Oh." Bonnie's purple ears flattened in sadness. "How're they doin'?"

"Same ol', same ol'. Why? Haven't been to check up on 'em?"

"No, not since Goldie yelled at me and chased me out a few weeks ago. I didn' wanna upset 'em again. I felt bad."

Freddy sighed. "I don' think that he was mad at ya, Bon, just frustrated with everythin'. And I doubt Fredbear was mad."

"I know...." Bonnie's ears flattened a bit more. "I'm just worried. I didn' even do nothing to upset him. I guess I got scared."

Freddy nodded. "Foxy won't go check up on 'em either. Same reason, I s'ppose."

Bonnie shrugged, but his ears tilted back up. He seemed reassured.

"C'mon. Let's go get Foxy and we'll all go check up on 'em with Chica."

The two best friends walked to the Cove, and dragged Foxy along with them to the storage closet where Chica was trying to console and talk with the mottled mix of the two golden animatronics.

Freddy felt a little funny as he was walking, he'd admit. His motherboard felt warm, his memory chip was humming loudly in his ears. But he'd had a relaxed day, so what was wrong? It couldn't possibly be any malfunction, he hadn't been strained at all.

The four younger animatronics all sat together in the floor, trying to engage the mottled older animatronics in a conversation.

Freddy noticed Chica progressively growing quieter, Foxy's bright glowing eye, the uncovered one, growing dimmer, and Bonnie's ears pressing flat against his head.

He didn't think much of it. It had been a long day, regardless of the lack of strain in it. Besides, trying to communicate with the older animatronics left them all feeling down.