Chapter Four

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Bonnie stepped out into the light of the dining area. New Bonnie's head snapped around to look at the faceless animatronic. "You again. Huh, I thought I'd taken care of you when I ripped your face off." In a flash, new Bonnie ran over to old Bonnie and raised a metal fist. "Night night!" She said. "NO! BONNIE!" Foxy pushed though new Freddy and started towards the two animatronic rabbits, but a pair of white and shiny gloves reached down from the ceiling and grabbed him by the shoulders. "Hehe, you aren't going anywhere!" Mangle said with a chuckle. Chica tried to help old Bonnie too, but her counterpart held her back. "LET ME GO!" Old Chica screeched. It was too late. New Bonnie slammed her fist into old Bonnie's endoskeleton, and the purple animatronic fell to the ground, oil leaking from the hole where his face used to be. "BONNIE, NO! I WON'T LET YOU DIE!" Freddy yelled with fury. "That should do the trick." New Bonnie took another look at old Bonnie, and bent down to examine his broken features. She reached down and tugged on his arm before ripping it off. Oil burst out from the arm socket, and started to pool around old Bonnie's body. The white and black floor tiles were stained a dark gray now. The colorful dining area didn't seem to colorful anymore. All of the new animatronics were smiling in triumph. Foxy's shoulders slumped down. "No." He said shakily. Tears of oil started to slip down his damaged head, staining the remains of his fur. "NO!" Foxy screamed as loud as his voice box would let him. He wrestled his way out of Mangle's grasp and leapt onto new Bonnie's back, creating a huge gash in her metal shell. New Bonnie jerked back and shook Foxy off. She sighed. "These piles of scrap metal never learn, do they?" Old Freddy and old Chica were both silent. New Freddy spoke up. "You see, we control this place now. Go back into the storage room, if you know what's best for you." Foxy got up slowly, and limped back to the storage room. Freddy followed, keeping his head down. "This isn't over," Chica said as she passed old Bonnie's body. "We will be back."

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