What happened the night they had escaped was a blur. After Funtime Freddy sacrificed himself by holding up the door for her, Funtime Foxy and Ballora and ultimately getting crushed, Circus Baby and her two remaining friends were left to wander the world freely...But they soon came to understand freedom was not all it was cracked up to be...

The three animatronics had quickly been found out by the law, and in order to escape capture, they were forced to split up. Baby had no idea how long or how fast she had run, but she kept running, and she didn't stop. All things considered, her animatronic body had held up very well. But in the end, she found herself worn down from overworking herself...

Then, as she lay facedown on the floor, she was found out by an old man with a long beard. He approached her, and she looked up slowly to see the merry twinkle in his eyes.

"My...As I live and breathe...A muggle-created life form..." He said in awe.

"Stay away...Please..." Came Baby's exhausted plea. The old man shook his head.

"No...Please, my dear...Will you allow me to help you?" He asked gently.

"Help…me?" she asked, her voice coming out as an echo. She was slowly starting to shut down. She could feel it. Feel the icy coldness of nothing surround her. "…Why?"

The man gazed at the being with a soft expression. "Do I need a reason to help someone?" he asked, a twinkle in his eyes and a soft tone to his voice that filled the animatronic with ease. "Do you wish to live?" he asked.

What a loaded question. As her sensors and computer based brain whirled to life she contemplated the strange man's question. Did she? She was not a human. She was something else, something that mankind created and wanted to destroy. Freedom…that was what she wanted once…but once freed she relived that life would prove to be impossible for her and her friends. Who knew if her friends were even still running. Where they shut down? Did they get caught?

She gazed up at the man and saw his gentle gaze and the small smile he gave her. It filled her with a want, a want for something more. No more running, no more hiding, no more fearing, she…

"I…want…to…live…"

"And so you shall, my dear." The old man said with a smile. "Just close your eyes...And you will awaken." Baby opened her mouth to speak...But she found herself closing her eyes, drifting off into blackness...

"...done, Arthur?"

"Yes, Albus...The new body is finished."

She was aware of her surroundings... She couldn't quite open her eyes, couldn't quite speak...But she was alive...

"Perhaps we should tell more muggles of our culture. This wouldn't have been possible without your muggle friend. Mike, was it?"

"Oh, yes, sir! He's taught me so much about Muggle electronics, and he knows all there is to know about animatronics like her!"

Suddenly, the two men were stopped by a soft, feminine groan. They turned just in time to see Circus Baby open up her eyes.

"I...I'm okay...?" She said softly.

"Ah...You've awoken. Very good." Dumbledore said warmly. "Now, you may notice some changes in your appearance." Baby tilted her head.

"Changes?" She asked.

"Arthur?" A man with red hair nodded.

"Yes sir!" He pulled forward a large mirror, allowing Baby to take in her new appearance.

She was once a large, bulky robot, that could easily frighten most children with her appearance alone. It would be impossible to disguise herself, it was so very easy to tell that she was a robot.

Now, however... She looked so very...human... And beautiful...

Rather than a red, metallic clump of metal, they had taken the time to make her red hair out of some sort of soft fabric, having even tied it up into her trademark pigtails.

Her face was perfectly rounded, attractive, and capable of expressing emotion. No more would her face be frozen in the same smile. Now she was staring at herself gaping at her reflection, her expressions changing constantly as she tried to decipher how to feel.

They had put forth great effort into painting her. Her skin was pale, porcelain, just like it had been in her original body, and she retained her rosy cheeks. However, it wasn't offputting in the slightest. If anything, it only added to the eerie beauty she had become.

Her arms, where before they had been large and bulky, were now long and slender, and her legs had received similar treatment, becoming longer and much more curvy. It was almost as if she had aged up from babyhood, and lost all semblance of baby fat, instead replaced with the well developed body of a full-grown woman.

Her clothes remained the same. The same red top, the same red skirt, the same red pointed shoes...And in the middle of her chest, she saw that she still had her ice cream maker installed. She slowly raised a finger to press the button, and sure enough, it worked perfectly.

Strawberry ice cream shot out into a cup. The older man smiled and took it from her, conjuring a spoon and taking a bite. "Mmmm. Delicious."

"W-What happened to me?" she asked, her voice sounding much the same yet also lighter, more appealing and less scratchy. Almost as normal as a human's voice.

"We fixed you…and gave you an upgrade as well." The other man spoke up, standing next to the mirror with a small smile. He waved at her. "Hello there."

She waved back, slightly overwhelmed, as she looked up at the old man. He smiled at her. "I did say you would live." He assured her in a grandfatherly way.

"I...I don't believe it...This is really my new body...?" She approached the mirror slowly to get a better look. "It's...It's beautiful...I look amazing..."

"We tried." Arthur said with a grin. "I wish Mike could have been here to see this...He'd be amazed! I'll have to introduce you..."

"Yes, Mr. Schmidt was vital in helping you survive." The old man confirmed with a merry twinkle in his eye.

"I...I don't know what to say...Th-Thank you..."

"You're quite welcome." Arthur said with a nod. "Ah right, manners. My name is Arthur, this is my friend Albus Dumbledore. He's the one who brought you in."

"Arthur and Albus…thank you. My name is Baby…" she frowned softly at that. "At least…that's what I have always been called." She said softly.

"Hmmmm. Baby? You don't look like a child to me, my dear." The old man spoke up.

Baby looked down and grimaced at the word 'Child'. The memories of what she had done before were still lingering in her mind...

"Oh yes, I hope you don't mind, but Mike noticed some nasty looking hardware in your old body, so we didn't put that in your new one. Said you were programmed to kill children, honestly...Who designs a child's entertainer like that?" Baby looked at Arthur with wide eyes.

"...That's gone...?" She said softly. "I...I don't have to worry about harming anymore children...?" She felt elated at this news.

"That's right." He said with a grin. "Where is that man?" Arthur spoke, now looking at the door with an annoyed frown, his glasses slightly tilted to the side.

"He will be back soon. He is a busy man after all." Albus said with some amusement. "Now my dear, what will you do now?"

"Huh?"

"You have a chance to live now. Live in the world of mankind and not be considered a threat or a monster." His smile grew tender. "You have a chance to live a life now for your own sake, not that of another."

Baby stared at him for several seconds, realizing that she was now free... But...Free to do what...? She may be able to blend in much easier, but she also had no idea what to do.

"...I...I don't know..." She finally said, simply telling the truth. "I...Wait...My friends...! Did you...happen to see two other animatronics...? One of them is a ballerina...The other one is a white fox...?" The two men exchanged glances.

"I only found you, my dear...I'm terribly sorry." Dumbledore apologized. Baby looked down.

"...I see...I hope they're all right..." She said softly, shaking her head.

It's then they heard a commotion outside as the door opened and another man walked in, his glasses messy as he was panting a bit, as if he had run a good distance.

"Mike?" Arthur asked, concerned for his friend, walking over to him and placing a hand on his back. "You okay mate?"

The now named Mike nodded with an excited smile. "Yeah…just…so much running." He said, then noticed Baby staring at him with wide eyes, at which his smile grew. "Oh. You're awake! Great. How do you feel? Everything working okay?" he asked, sounding both excited and concerned.

Baby nodded shyly. "I-I'm fine..." she muttered.

She looked at the man closely. He was wearing a security guard uniform. "Oh, uh...I just got off work." He explained.

"That's a Freddy Fazbear security outfit..." Baby commented softly.

"Yeah, I've been with them for years now. The animatronics turned out to be pretty cool once they FINALLY noticed I wasn't an exoskeleton."

"So that's why you knew so much about the young lady, is it, my boy?" Dumbledore asked. Mike blinked.

"Ah, Dumbledore, right? Nice to meet you!"

"Same here my boy." The old wizard spoke, giving the man a handshake. "I'm assuming she was not the last?" he asked.

Mike shook his head with a small smile. "Nope. Two others got out as well, though I'm not sure where they are, we'll have to keep an eye out for them... I've heard a few things, but nothing too serious. Although…. the animatronics I work with never had a killer chip implemented into them." He muttered in worry.

"I-Its gone, right?" Baby asked, still not fully convinced. She was also wary of the security guard, as it reminded her of the poor man who had worked at the Sister Location…he…he never made it out.

Mike nodded with a smile. "Yes. Fully gone and destroyed. Thankfully." He said.

He pointed to a nearby table, where some smoldering remains laid. "That's what used to be the chip. Smashed it with a hammer, lit it on fire and spat on the remains." Arthur said proudly. Baby looked at the destroyed chip and sighed softly.

"...What happened to my original body?" She asked softly.

"Oh, we have it stored in a back room." Mike explained.

"...Can you destroy that too?" Baby asked. "I want to watch that chapter of my life burn..."

Mike nodded. "Of course."

"Thank you." Baby said softly.

"Well, what else is there to do?" Arthur asked Mike.

"I need to run a few tests just to make sure everything is running smoothly." He smiled wide at her. "Making sure the ice cream is still good and that your head doesn't fall off." He winked at her.

She smiled at him bashfully. "O-Okay."

She wasn't sure what she did to deserve this second chance, but she was certainly grateful for it...

Meanwhile, in the forest, another animatronic was wandering about. Tall, graceful, and beautiful are the words many used to describe Ballora. But currently, she felt tall was the only word that accurately described her.

She had run off and hadn't stopped when the trio of female animatronics had left their prison. She, Baby and Foxy had been forced to split off from one another when they had been discovered by the law enforcement.

During her escape, she had unknowingly run into a forest. She didn't know where she was, all she knew is that she was losing track of her pursuers' footsteps, meaning she had almost successfully escaped.

She had felt incredibly relieved until she crashed into a tree and fall on her back. After realizing she was in a place filled with trees, she realized she was in for one nasty trek to safety...

She could sense living creatures just fine. There were large creatures that she could steer clear of, small creatures that were of no harm to her, the animals were no problem.

The real trouble came with her environment. She couldn't see, and so she had found herself falling victim to some incredibly undignified situations.

Currently, her metal butt was sticking out of a mud puddle.

Pushing herself out of the puddle, she leaned against a nearby tree and sighed. She could feel the mud all over her metal body and it bothered her greatly. While she might be blind, she had other senses as well that helped her out like most blind people.

While her sense of touch was quite a bit lesser than that of a human, and she had no sense of smell, she could still hear, and her hearing was the best. Still, when mud got into her audio receivers, it was a bother, more so now since she had no way of knowing what was around her.

Cleaning herself off took time, time she was unsure she still had. Slowly getting back to her feet, she continued to walk, slowly this time. Trying to avoid as much as she could, if she bumped into something, she would walk around it.

Eventually, she found herself in a mysterious, new predicament. Unknowingly, she had wandered into a house, high up on a hill at the edge of the forest. The door was wide open, and the house was dark...

Ballora heard noises. Movement. Not the movement of animals, however. No...This was the movement of humans...

Two different types of footsteps...Loud, booming thuds, definitely belonging to a rather overweight human. And soft pitter-pattering...The sound of a little one's footsteps...

Ballora did not share the same programming to kidnap children that her friends did. She was simply the attractive, fanservice distraction, created to make the parents gawk while the others did the dirty work. She despised that very much...For she quite adored the children.

Hearing the loud footfalls in a lower level of the house, Ballora decided to investigate. For she felt something was amiss. For the one thing she did not like...were adults. They stared at her, and although she could not see, she could hear their labored breaths and their mumbles on how she looked. She was not fond of them.

She found herself on a set of steps as her audio receptors started to pick up voices.

"Where are you, little devil? The lord is demanding your head!" The loud voice of a woman boomed from down below. Yet she could hear a hint of insanity in her voice, alarming her greatly.

She picked up the pace and continued to walk down the steps. When she felt flat ground, she heard all noise stop. She turned her head around, trying to hear anything.

And then, she stiffened when she felt a small form crash into her from behind. She tensed for a moment, but then she realized that it was the little one.

Slowly turning around, she crouched down, having successfully guessed where the little one was...He was behind her... He was tiny, he was scared, he was shaking...

And the most heartbreaking of all?

He was crying.

She could hear his sobs, and feel him shaking against her. Ballora felt her heart break at this. Children should not be sad. They should be happy and laughing.

She heard the heavy footfalls approaching, and the robot turned her head to the side as they grew louder. "I found you, little devil. You think this demon puppet can keep you from God's judgement?" She demanded in a crazed tone.

Ballora grew tense as she heard the sound of metal scratching against the wall. "Now, robot devil. Return that life to God!" She demanded, then charged with a scream.

Ballora's instincts kicked in, and she decided to spring into action. With a loud, metallic screech, she lunged forward with her foot out, and nailed the woman in the head with a kick.

The kick was enough to calm the woman right down. In fact, it did even more than that...

It smashed her skull, killing her instantly.

The woman flew to the other side of the room, her body falling to the ground in a heap. Ballora felt the head cave in when she delivered the blow, and, while disgusted, was glad that the insane woman was no longer an issue.

She lowered her leg to the ground and turned back to the still sobbing child, who had not seen the battle at all. She approached him slowly, and leaned down to his level. "Little one?" Her soft melody of a voice spoke out, causing the child to jump and look up at her with wide eyes.

"Little one, are you all right?" Ballora asked softly, reaching out for the child with both arms. When she felt a soft object, she picked it up slowly. And when it snuggled into her and let out a whimper, she knew it was the child.

"Yes, there we go...It's all right now, my little one...You won't be harmed anymore..." The child opened his mouth and let out a soft squeak, a low, croaky sound, as if...

"Oh my...Are you unable to talk, little one...?" Ballora asked gently, patting his head. "Oh...And it would seem you lack the hair most children have as well...And...Oh deary me, you're still trembling...My body is not made to keep others warm...Wait...Child, you don't seem to be dressed..."

The little boy continued to shake in her arms, enjoying the cool steel on his warm, bruised skin. He opened his eyes slowly and looked at his strange savior.

She was beautiful, tall and fair. Yet her eyes were closed, and showed no sign of opening. He frowned at her gently, at what she had said to him, and he leaned into her cool hand on the top of his head. He understood quickly. She couldn't see him.

He whimpered and nuzzled into her, trying to express how he felt at the moment. Even if he couldn't talk anymore, he wanted to scream out and cry, but he couldn't. And it hurt. It hurt so much.

Ballora, sensing the child's pain, rose to her feet. "Little one, I am going to find you a blanket, so I may wrap you up for warmth. I'll require your assistance. When I am not moving in the correct direction, please tap my shoulder. Am I understood?" She placed a hand on the boy's forehead and felt his head move up and down. "Very good."

She began to move through the house, and soon enough, she had managed to find a blanket, with the help of the child. It was in a cupboard, and she had been moments from smacking into the door until the child had managed to stop her.

Now, the little boy was snugly wrapped in a large, cushy blanket, only his tiny head poking out.

Ballora smiled slightly at the child in her arms. "There you go. All snug like a bug in a rug." She sang.

Issac relaxed into her, finding her presence relaxing and feeling safe in her hold. He smiled lightly at her and nuzzled his little head against her cool steel shoulder, causing the robot to smile.

"I'm glad you are warm, little one." She looked up thoughtfully with a soft frown, "I wonder how the others are doing." She muttered softly, not knowing the adventures her friends were having.

Sighing softly and shaking her head, she took a seat on the floor and held the child close, absentmindedly stroking his head. 'At the very least...I have a place to stay for the time being...'

Meanwhile, further away, a metal animatronic fox was trying her hardest to claw her way forward through a desert. She was NOT going to let her freedom go to waste...Freddy has sacrificed himself for her and the other girls to be free.

But she felt so...weak...And it made her very, VERY angry. She was supposed to be stronger than this! She was the toughest of the Circus Baby line! Nothing would keep her down...

But...She was tired...

Finally, she succumbed, giving up and lying limply on the cold desert floor. She noticed something out of the corner of her eye...A small black cat...

This was no ordinary cat, however. Wearing a witches hat and a mischievous smile on her cute face, she crawled over to the downed fox machine and gazed at it with curiosity. "Wow! A foxy robot. But it's all broken." The cat talked.

"Hmmm, I know!" In a puff of smoke, a drop dead gorgeous woman stood, with long purple hair and wearing a very skimpy witches outfit. Yet she still had the cat like eyes, and ears hidden by her hat. "I'll just give you one of my extra lives." She said.

Placing her hand on the top of the fox robot's head, she started to chant. "Pump, pump, pump, pumpkin life give!" She commanded.

The fox was stunned by what was happening. Where did this cat woman come from? Why was she here? And why was she making any effort to rescue a machine like her?

Before she could really think about it, however, in a bright flash of light, she felt change...

Her body, once cold and metallic, felt...Warm and...she had...fur?

Blair smiled and gently petted the fuzzy head of the fox. "There we go. Fur is always better then icky metal. Right?" She asked with a tilted head.

Foxy leaned into her hand, finding the touch comforting. She had never experienced touch before, and she was finding it so captivating... She gazed up at the cat woman with wide eyes.

Blair smiled down at her. "You are cute. And a fox woman too, those are so rare nowadays."

The vixen frowned and slowly pushed herself into a standing position, looking herself over. Soft, white, pristine fur, a slim figure...This wasn't quite how she imagined herself looking as an actual fox...But she liked it.

Slowly, she looked over at the purple-haired woman and tilted her head. "...Why?" She asked. "Why save me? I never did anything for you..." Blair put a hand under her chin and let out a thoughtful "Hmm..." Then she grinned widely and shrugged her shoulders.

"I dunno! I just thought it'd be the right thing to do!"

The fox woman stared at her for a long moment. "That's it?"

Blair nodded with a wide smile. "Yup."

The two just stared at each other for a long moment before the fox girl sighed and shook her head. "You're strange." She muttered.

Blair just grinned. "Yup! I sure am!" She pointed at the vixen. "But I gave up a life for you, so you better make the best of it, missy!" She winked. "I also really liked that cute little pizza place you were in." Foxy stiffened.

"You...You were there...?"

"Yeah, I stopped there about...well, QUITE a while ago. I was on vacation, y'know? I wanted to see stuff, so I just sorta snuck in."

"W-what did you see?" She asked, trying so hard to not to sound horrified.

Blair frowned in thought. "Well, I saw a few of you guys messing around with the kids. Ah, it was so cute." She gushed.

"The kids..." Foxy muttered, feeling guilt enter her for all the evil that she did. Due to her canine nature, she had a very maternal side, and she loved the children who came in to see them. Yet...she was forced to kill them.

Blair tilted her head and frowned deeply at the vixen's reaction. "Come to think of it, you always acted kind of off when the last kid was leaving the room..." Foxy flinched. Blair caught on, and decided not to pry. "Well, it doesn't matter...Hey! You don't have a place to stay, do ya?"

"Um...I should say not..." Foxy mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. "Definitely not going back to that damn pizzeria, that's for sure..."

"Oooooh, you should come and stay with me!" Blair exclaimed, grabbing the fox in a hug. "I always wanted a roommate! It gets so lonely living in that pumpkin all by myself."

"You live in a pumpkin?"

"Well duh. Where else would I live?" Blair smiled wide.

The fox girl shook her head lightly with a small grin. "I...I wouldn't mind staying with you..." she muttered. She let out a yelp when the cat woman appeared next to her and gave her a hug.

"Awsome! Roommates! This will be so much fun! Oh! By the way, my name's Blair. What's your name?"

The vixen looked at the witch with a raised brow, smiling in bemusement. "Well, uh...You can just call me Foxy...And...Thanks...For saving me..." Foxy mumbled softly.

"Aww, you're welcome, Foxy! Heh...I love that name. Fits you perfectly. You're one pretty girl. Yes you are, ooh yes you are..." Foxy's ears twitched at that and her tail wagged slightly.

"Heh...Thanks...Wait... Oh come on, don't treat me like I'm some kind of dog!" The vixen protested, giving the witch a playful nudge in the shoulder.

"Heehee! Sorry~!" She put a finger under her chin in thought. "Hmm...Since I brought you back with my magic and all...Oooh, I wonder if you can do magic like me!" She put a hand on Foxy's shoulder and smirked. "If you can, I'll teach ya how to turn into a human like me. Then we'll make all the boys go nuts over us!"

Foxy blinked at that then smirked slightly at the thought. "That would be fun." She then grew curious, "How do I use magic at all?"

Blair shrugged. "Honestly, it's just a feeling you have. It comes naturally to those who can use it. True, we need to study to learn more spells, but all magic comes from us, so it only makes sense that one can use it with little knowledge."

Foxy nodded and decided to give it a try.

She closed her eyes tight and focused as hard as she could, trying her best to make something, anything happen. At first, it seemed to be fruitless, as nothing seemed to work...

Then she heard Blair let out a yelp and opened her eyes. The witch was currently stomping on her hat, which had flames surrounding it. Foxy blinked twice, and Blair looked at her after satisfied with the doused flames.

"...Foxy, look at yourself!" Blair exclaimed. The vixen looked down at her body and grinned. She was on fire...And it didn't even hurt a little bit!

"All right...I'm liking this!" She said with a smirk.

Blair giggled and placed her smoldering hat back on her head. "I'd say. You were already hot. Now your legit on fire!"

"Heh. Sweet." She said then focused and allowed the flames to diminish completely. "So, I guess you're my teacher now?"

Blair smiled wide and nodded. "Yup! Oh your my roommate and student now! This is going to be amazing!"