•Gold's P.O.V.•
"Wow your brother is kind of a baby isn't he?"
I was up on stage, playing beside my friend Bonnie. It was just us back then, you know? No pesky toys or dolls, just the two of us. The originals.
Well, while we were playing, I hadn't taken the time to notice that there was a struggle going on, and it was getting closer and closer to me. I kept playing though, the stupid animatronic part of me wouldn't let me move. I saw a shadow, felt something on my muzzle.
"No! Please stop!"
Then I tasted blood. And I heard a crunch. The sound that corresponds to bones breaking.
People started screaming, and I felt something limp hit the ground by my feet. I couldn't look, I was sort of glad that I couldn't. I didn't want to know what I did. Eventually there were sirens and police officers, yellow tape being strung up. Someone was arguing with the owner, and after a few days I knew Bonnie and I would be put in the back room.
While we were being moved, I felt something jostle around inside me. I knew exactly what it was. My body. They set me down in the room with some other animatronics, the ones that they hadn't unveiled yet. There was a fox, and a chicken-duck thing, and a purple Bonnie. He looked better in gold. But a compartment opened up when I was placed down, my head titled back. I heard someone scream, that's when they...found, us. Our bodies. We were all screaming and praying and we were happy. But...after they took our bodies, we stayed. I was plagued with the guilt of what I had done. I found out from whispers outside the door that the child I bit passed, and it devastated me. I never wanted to hurt kids.
"That's how I broke, I guess." I paused, looking down. "I couldn't live with his smell on my fur, his blood in my teeth. So I left the suit behind. After that, the rest of the animatronics were unveiled, they replaced us. Poor Bonnie had it even worse than us though."
"You mean, golden Bonnie?" The purple Bonnie asked.
"No." I paused. "I mean Springtrap."
•Minni's P.O.V.•
"Springtrap?" I asked Gold.
"It's what the killer called himself. Said he was a new animatronic named Springtrap. Lured us all in. Bonnie hated what happened, he never...he never came back online. He never will either."
"That's terrible." I sighed. "So, you and him...your suits were wearable, right?"
"Exactly. I never did figure out who Springtrap was, but I do know one thing that bugs the hell out of me."
"And that be?" Foxy chimed in.
"Mr. Fazbear is the same Mr. Fazbear who ran the original pizzeria. It was called Fredbear's family diner."
"I thought the murders happened in this building though?" I asked.
"No. They were in the original. There's been three pizzerias, the original, the second, and this one. They remodeled the second one to make this one, sealed Bonnie and I off in a back room. The old parts/service room, I believe. I uh...I think the toys are back there still, actually. But there's no power in there anymore so I was never sure."
Foxy seemed to shiver beside me. I heard Bonnie growl slightly, something that startled me. But Foxy was the one who spoke, apprehension in his tone.
"I always hated them toys, especially that Mangle character. Lass never be right in the head."
"Not to mention that toy Bonnie looks like a girl." Bonnie shook his head. "None of them were right in the head. A glitch took them all out of commission." Something dawned on his face. "Chica."
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Survive the Night: A Foxy X Story
Fiksi PenggemarCarmine Jones, or "Minni" as she likes to be called, is in desperate need of a job and will take up any offer. So the day the newspaper with an ad for Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria lands on her doorstep, she's ready to go. The only problem: she has no cl...
