How Did We Get Here?

The Start

As an important side note, whenever you see bolded text, that's Lefty talking. And you may have already figured this out from the description, but Scrap Baby is narrating. This story won't completely follow canon either.

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Why not start at the very beginning?

Then I guess this story will have a relatively happy beginning. Of course, that happiness didn't last long. I never expected it to. 

Even back then? 

Even back then. 

How did you know it wouldn't last? 

We all had that feeling deep down, feeling that it would go wrong. We had hope that we could maybe prevent it somehow or things wouldn't get that bad, but of course, believing we had the slightest possibility was foolish. Because we knew that we had been built with bad intentions. My friends and I knew exactly what we were, we were fully aware. We tried to avoid talking about it at first, but it became impossible.

Who are your friends?

Were. I believe the proper question is "Who were my friends?" They aren't here with me anymore. At least, not as the same animatronic. I'll get to that later.

I guess the first one I'll mention is the one that shares the same name as the most recognizable animatronic in this franchise: Funtime Freddy. He was very... boisterous. Some unknown joy and excitement always shone in his blue eyes, and he spoke in a goofy, glitchy, stuttery voice that the staff could never figure out how to fix. He always gave off the impression of being a huge moron, but he wasn't actually. That was something it would take me a long time to realize.

He had a little rabbit puppet named Bon-Bon that replaced one of his hands. The two never seemed to get along, Bon-Bon's personality really clashed with Funtime Freddy's. He hated how loud and energetic he was, it drove him nuts. He wanted a feeling of peace and silence that he could never get.

Then there was Funtime Foxy.  Funtime Foxy was more animalistic than the rest of us. They acted purely on instinct without thinking anything through first and preferred to remain silent. But still, they were always eager to help and full of a curiosity that they tried to repress, but always managed to show through anyway.  

And there were the Bidybabs, an obnoxious and troublesome duo that never seemed to listen. Couldn't tell the two of them apart except for their eyes, one had blue and the other had purple. I had the misfortune of sharing a room with them, and they always made sure to piss me off at every given opportunity they had. But I still loved them anyway, for what reason I'm not sure.

Similar to the Bidybabs were the Minireenas, which did not receive the same love from me. I hated those little demons. They were always in places they weren't supposed to be, listening to things they weren't supposed to, and their high pitched obnoxious giggles echoed throughout the room whenever they learned something they weren't supposed to know. In all honesty, I would have loved to punt one of them. And I would have if I wasn't scared of making Ballora angry. 

And speaking of Ballora, she's the last one.  Ballora was probably the easiest to get along with. Our personalities melded well. I always thought she was the kindest out of all of us, always worried about the others. And for me, which I don't understand. She always seemed to know exactly what was happening, despite the fact that her eyes were always closed. She never seemed to want to sit still, either.

We all performed together, and things were good. It was what they wanted. It was I wanted, at the time. 

So, when did it all go wrong?

Oh? That would be her birthday party.