September 15, 2015

It was a cold, gloomy night, as a man dressed in gray marched through the rain. He was normally in a good mood, but not today, and not even because of the weather. There were a few people waiting for him in the rain, silently nodding as they opened the door for him. Even if they didn’t fully understand the situation, they understood their place in all of this, and just hoped they’d get out of it in one piece.

The inside of the building was sparse, as it usually was. Not many people were roaming the halls at this hour, and even the ones who would didn’t seem to be around this time. As the man walked to his office, he tried to keep his mind focused. This was a serious problem, and he didn’t have time to daydream or play. It was all or nothing, and they were all running out of time.

Soon, he got to his office, and saw two of his men guarding it. One was a large, muscular man, covered in glowing scales. He clearly took his job seriously, and paused what he was doing to respectfully nod his boss. The other was a smaller fellow, also a reptile, except he seemed more unfocused and in an upbeat mood. Nevertheless, he made sure to step away from the door as soon as he noticed who was coming.

The man’s office was somewhat crowded, but had a large window and normally helped keep him in a good mood. This was not one of those days. He simply closed the door, put his coat on the rack, and sat down at his desk. His mind was filled with stress and questions, but he knew it’d be forever until he’d get it all sorted out, if he was even lucky enough for that to happen.

He started to ponder, and rethought his plans. Rethought everything that had happened to him. He needed something special. Something unpredictable. Something that can get this job done, even if it killed him. He thought of a million different solutions over what felt like hours, but he shot down every single one of them for a variety of reasons. That is, until he heard a knock on his door.

“Uh, hey, sir, me and the guys wanted to ask if we could talk about da-“

“You don’t need to ask, Smithey, come in.”

With that, three men entered the room. The one who spoke was a thin, tall young man with ginger hair and slightly messy clothes. He looked like he was forced out of bed just for this meeting. Besides him was someone of about the same age, who had blonde hair, something on his face, and a worried expression, as if he was afraid their boss would kill them if he didn’t like their idea. The last was an old friend of the man’s. A middle aged man with a lot of experience in this field. Quite impressive that he was still working here.

“Despite our best efforts, our attempts to stop ze leaks have mostly ended in failure, sir.” muttered the oldest of the trio, in a low, cold voice. The man behind the desk sighed, but tried not to let it get to him. He decided to let the three continue.

“...But don’t worry, dude,” said the skinny one to the left, who was holding a small file. “While we were looking through the company’s archives, we came across somethin’ that might be able to help.” The man behind the desk looked up at the weathered, slightly ripped file in a puzzled manner. What caught his eye was the date….



“Company archives?” The man questioned, “I could have sworn they were all destroyed when S-”

“Most of zem vere,” The leader replied with a slight smirk plastered on his face, “But zis vun in particular was held onto by... him. To keep it from falling into ze wrong hands? Or perhaps for another, twisted reason? Ve may never know…”

The man behind the desk had begun to nervously fiddle with a pen, looking curious but cautious about what they had in mind. The main guy handed the file over, which worried the blonde, seemingly ill man to the right, who muttered “W-we don’t have to do this if y-y-you don’t want to, sir…” Their boss sighed, but before any of them could worry about anything, he told them “Listen, under any other circumstances, something involving this would seem horrible… but right now, we are dealing with the likes this world has never seen before.”

With that, he got up from his chair, and turned to face the window. He took a deep breath, and looked down at what was outside. All three of the men shivered, as he turned to face them again, now with an intimidating yet compassionate stare.

“Don’t you get it? I can’t do this anymore! I won’t. If this goes on for much longer, we won’t have a tomorrow. All of it is going to come out, and after that, we might as well have never existed in the first place. We need to end this game of running in circles once and for all, under any means necessary.”

“If you insist, Mr. Cawthon.”

Fredland Prologue

January 21st, 2016

Gulf of Mexico

12:00 PM

On a small boat in the middle of the ocean, with the city marina visible over the horizon, was a young brunette man, about 23 years old. In his hand was a few things, which included a novel titled "The Murder Files: Purple Man Phenomenon Solved”, a leather suitcase and a small piece of paper with an address hastily scribbled on it. Down below deck was his large backpack filled with the rest of his various belongings, while he was dressed in a simple black top hat and bow tie...



Not to mention the fact that he was also a giant talking anthropomorphic bear with a robotic skeleton.

After taking in the sight a few moments longer, he tromped down below deck and passed by another, shorter figure hitting his paw on the noisy old tube TV. It was another bear, this one looking more nerdy and wearing a flashy captain's suit.

"Stupid… old piece of--ah that's more like it. Oh, hey there Freddy!"

"Bub, I can't believe you still watch that junk!"

"Why? I think it's funny."

‘Typical Bubba’, Freddy thought.



Bubba was Freddy’s younger brother, by about two years. Despite his relatively young age, he was known for being impressively smart, to the point where he graduated high school early and was already an established sea captain. Upon learning of Freddy's destination, he readily agreed to take his brother there, especially as it was along his own route.

Freddy looked down at the paper and tried memorizing the address, before returning to another room, gazing at the few, shining dots of light in the distant town and port that they were approaching..

‘Well, here I go,’ Freddy thought to himself, ‘Off to see good ol' Uncle Fredbear in a strange, new world.’

For the majority of his life, Freddy had never really seen his uncle much. A few years before he was born, Fredbear had founded a beach town known as Fazbear Hills, on the foreign island of Scottland, and only ever really left it for his and his siblings' birthdays. He couldn't even recall many times where he and his father interacted, but that might've just been a bad memory, or because the last real birthday party he'd been to was Bubba's.

Despite this, he'd always fondly remembered him. Just something about the permanent smile on his face came off as likable to him, so he was pleasantly surprised to get a letter from him asking for a visit…



"AW, DANG IT"

His reverie was interrupted by the groaning coming from the captain's quarters, and he rushed over, only to see a now-broken and smoking TV and a frustrated Bubba. Freddy could not help but smirk at his little brother's predicament as the captain slapped the TV like a bongo.

"Need help?" Piped Freddy.

"Nah, I'll just get the other guys to help fix this thing. Y'know there's always the CD player. You game?"

"Sure," Freddy shrugged. "How much longer till we reach the port?"



"'Bout 6 hours tops. 'Kay if I hit random?"

"Yeah yeah, well I better get some fresh air, stretch them servos out for a bit."



"Aight, see ya, bro!"

And with that, Freddy stepped out into the salty air and bright sunny day.



Fazbear Hills, Scottland



1:35 PM

Within a small bakery was a young, Hispanic chicken woman, around 21 years old. She wore a small uniform bib labeled "Let's Eat!", had a bit of weight on her, and was covered in bright yellow feathers. The shop had been open for business basically ever since she had woken up, and was already doing moderately well that day. She never really got more than about thirty or so customers a day, but she didn’t really mind as long as she could pay her bills and do what she loved.

The hen, full name Chica Pollo, was the sole owner and pretty much the only employee of the bakery, besides, technically speaking, her pet cupcake Mr. Cupcake. He was a sentient, naturally evolved cupcake with eyes and a mouth, so nothing out of the ordinary. Chica was in the process of putting the finishing touches on a new set of sugar cookies, after having just reinstalled the kitchen’s light bulbs, and was finally happy with the results. As she walked out of the kitchen, she noticed someone ringing the bell on the front counter.

The man was a purple hippo, dressed in a fancy magenta suit, complete with a fancy tophat and flower. He had what looked like rings under his eyes, and seemed to be dozing off. She quickly rushed over, and tried to introduce herself.

"Welcome to Chica's Pastry World. I'm Chica Pollo, any help ya’ need is a cluck away!" she said slightly awkwardly, before striking a quirky pose with a goofy smile. She stood still in that exact pose and with the smile on her face for a whole twenty five seconds, as the hippo was still seemingly dozing off. Finally, he seemed to notice her.

“Ah, yes… You’re the one who owns this establishment, don’t you?” the hippo said, in a stiff, deadpan voice, sounding almost like that of an old man. Chica just stood there, slightly confused and kind of annoyed, but still smiling and hoping to help. “Me and my good friend Orville came here to ask you something.”

The whole room was filled with silence, as Chica waited for a response. Finally, Mr. Hippo continued. “Me and my good friend Orville wanted to purchase a basket of… or a box of… or a crate… or a capsule containin-… a plastic container....”

Before he could say anymore, Chica heard someone else enter the room. This time, it was a chubby, orange elephant, dressed in a blue sweater vest, purple necktie and thin, purpler tophat. He also appeared to be holding a magician’s wand, and had the cutest little smile. He scanned the room for a moment, before seeing Mr. Hippo pondering and immediately jogging over to him.

“Hey, Howard!” the elephant proclaimed enthusiastically. “Did you find the sugar cookies?”



“No, no. I tried to… I’m afraid I have met a terrible, terrible predicament. But, uh, you know, I don’t feel too bad about it.”

With that, came another moment of silence. Chica was quite annoyed by all of this, but tried her best to put up with it and continue smiling. This time, at the very least, her pet cupcake decided to crawl up onto her shoulder, having gotten tired of sitting by himself in the kitchen. Thankfully, it didn’t take long after this for her to hear a response from Orville.

“Super duper!” he announced, before turning to face Chica. He was about to ask her about the sugar cookies himself… and then he noticed Mr. Cupcake. His face promptly lit up with excitement and amazement at the creature. “Wowie, nobody told me there’d be one of these here. I heard all about these l’il guys at the circus. There was this one guy who trained them, and this woman who said she sold them, and then this non-binary person who said their family had about forty of them, and the-”



“Hehe, thanks for the enthusiasm, but I think I got the point.” Chica said, slightly cringing in embarrassment. She thought these guys seemed nice, but really just wanted to get on with the point.



“O-oh…” Orville said. “Sorry about that, I don’t get out much.”

Before Chica could reply, he started to gently pet the cupcake, which it appreciated. “Cupcake!” it barked. Delighted by this, Orville proceeded to ask “What’s its name, Carl?”

Chica sighed, and told him “No, but I get that a lot. His actual name is Mr. Cupcak-”

“You know, this reminds me of a story!'' Mr. Howard interrupted. “Weren’t we here to get Nedd something?”



Just as he said that, Nedd himself entered the building, with a whiff of what Chica could only compare to cooking sherry. He was a middle aged bear, dressed in a bright green suit, red hat, and a nifty little necktie. Outside of that, he looked like he walked out of a cartoon, with a goofy face, and the sort of dumb stare you’d expect from someone like Goofy or Patrick Star. Just as he entered, he instantly recognized his buddies. He tripped halfway through his walk over to them.

“Orville, Howard! Didn’t expec’ ta see ya’ fellars here.”



“Aw, shoot, Neddie…” Howard replied, slightly blushing. “Was trying to get you a gift for our anniversary.”

“Hey, don't wawry about it, bustuurr. Ay ken't stay mad at someone like ya!” Nedd added. Just as he finished, he noticed Chica had already gotten out the tray of sugar cookies for them, complete with the price. ₮13 per cookie. Nedd promptly got out his wallet (basically made of patches), and gave Chica about a hundred tickets.

“O-Oh wow, thank you so much, mister!” Chica said, overjoyed by his generosity.



“Anytime, miss! Keep thay change.” Nedd replied, happy with his purchase. With that, the three friends walked (or in Orville’s case, skipped) out of the bakery, with Nedd and Howard holding hands. With another successful purchase, she breathed a sigh of relief (inwardly praying that Orville was the one to drive them here), and looked back at the remaining sugar cookies. There were about three left… and she previously only had one remaining, so she had to go back and whip up some more, not that she minded. After giving Mr. Cupcake another pet on the head, she started walking back to the kitchen… just as the kitchen’s lights all blew out.

"¡Ayy no mames!" came the angry reply.

Back on the ship

3:26 PM

To pass the time, Freddy jogged around the deck for a while. The ship was somewhat small, but had a unique charm to it, and a decent amount of room to roam around in. As of now, they didn’t seem super close to the mainland, but he was positive they’d be arriving in no time. According to Bubba, the ship wasn’t originally his. He said it belonged to someone named Samantha Kerry-Bishop, who apparently had quite the amount of adventures, before retiring and becoming a judge, of all things. He said she got her start in 1978, and worked for a fisherman….

As he thought of all this, he was on his third lap, and starting to get distracted. As expected, he proceeded to accidentally trip on a wooden crate, and fell right on his face. He moaned, before getting up and seeing a tall, muscular looking pig in a torn uniform, with a scar, stubble and circles under his eyes.

"Oh god, so so so sorry about that." said the pig, clearly quite startled and guilty. "Are you alright? Should I get the first-aid kit? If something happened I can get you to the hospita-"

"I'm fine, don't worry about it, Patch." Freddy added. Patch gulped, then asked "P-promise?" to which Freddy responded, "Promise". Patch then smiled, before picking the box up and walking away. Not wanting to risk tripping again, Freddy decided to sit down and look out onto the ocean. He saw what he thought were a few dolphins out in the distance, and couldn’t help but smile. He also saw what looked like the sun slowly starting to set. He never really thought to watch its movements like this, but it didn’t really hurt his eyes or anything, so he tried to follow it closely…

“S-So uh… So uh, what do you think of the trip so far?” Patch asked nervously. Freddy blinked once or two, before replying “What do you mean?”

“W-well, ya see, some people apparently haven’t been enjoying our company’s services, so our boss has been trying to make sure we survey our employees. I’ve been hesitant to ask about it, but I really don’t wanna risk disappointing them. They’ve been realy-”

Freddy reassured him. “Hey, hey, don’t worry about it.”



“R-really?”



“You worry too much.” Freddy said. “Just gimme the survey and I’ll probably be able to finish it in like half an hour.”

Patch lit up at this, or at least he didn’t feel super paranoid anymore. He could barely bring himself to say “T-thanks, Fred!”, before walking off for a moment to grab the survey, handing it to Freddy as soon as possible. He even gave Freddy a clipboard and pencil, which looked like he had just sharpened. He had no idea he even brought a pencil sharpener with him, but whatever.

Freddy laid back into his chair, and prepared to write the survey… except there was a problem. He noticed that the cover was of The Adventures of Dastardly and Muttley, a recent revival of the classic show that started airing on Cartoon Network a few months back. He had no idea the two were associated with Cartoon Network… and then it hit him. Patch had accidentally given him Bubba’s copy of the latest TV Guide issue.

“Patch!” Freddy tried calling out with no response. Instead, he heard… warbled static? He turned around, and it all made sense. Bubba and Patch were busy trying to fix the TV again. Freddy rolled his eyes at this, but was happy they seemed passionate about this. He decided to have a listen at what they were trying to watch…

-ere at Pirate’s Cove, we value naught more than yer booty... that be treasure, y’know.

“Wh-What is tha-”

“Sssh!”

In our happy wee... town, I guess, we 'ave th' finest cannons, th' finest non-cannons, 'n th' finest attractions! Come take a ride on the Mini Red Dragon, play th' latest games at Aargh P.G.’s Aargh-Cade, get the finest refreshments at…

“Is this some kind of amusement park?”

“No, actually.” Patch clarified. “It’s actually an entire town, founded in 1937 by a man named Cap’N Silv-”

“Shhhhh!”

get your other most fine refreshments at Rum Republic, get all yer valuable pirate goodies at... at th'...at th’...Bah! This job pays terribly, can’t believe the salary they give me... Yarr, that’s right! That got yer attention!

“Is this real?”

“Shhhhhhhhh!”

Oh, who am I kiddin'? I doubt any o' ye care about all that stuff (when ye should). All ye wants be a certain, handsome, super special, classic someone... yep, 'tis me! F-

POP

CLINK

The TV blew open just as that certain, handsome, super special, classic someone could finish his line, sending glass on the floor and filling the room with the stink of burnt plastic.



Patch looked kind of heartbroken, while Bubba was just kind of annoyed, but not deterred, as he opened a drawer and pulled out a red aerosol can, spraying the broken and smoking TV with white foam. Freddy couldn't help but snigger at the predicament.

“Dang it, it was almost at the best part!” Bubba proclaimed, to Freddy’s amused confusion.

“Dude, it's just a commercial… I mean-it is a long one, but still just a commercial.”

“You know I always wanna see the whole thing. You ever go to a restaurant, and buy a plate of chicken tenders and fries, and then the waiter comes over to take the plate while there’s still three french fries on the plate?”

Freddy just looked at his brother, eyebrows raised.

"Nevermind. Well, looks like that's busted." Bubba shrugged, putting the extinguisher away.

With that, Bubba briefly stretched, and decided to take a break for a little while. He went over to the same chair Freddy was at, after having grabbed his new issue of TV Guide…

“Alright, let’s hope I’m not missin-... wait, this is just the… PATCH!”

Back in the bakery

4:26 PM

By this point, Chica had been doing well. Not great, but well, and a little better than normal. Nothing super interesting had happened since before, but she still liked to reminisce while going about her day. There was this one guy, she thinks some kind of bear, who looked kind of awkward and nerdy, but seemed to be trying to act suave and seductive. It.. didn’t really work on her since she wasn’t into guys, but he seemed nice. The weird part was that he came back an hour later, but not to buy something. Instead, he said something about a friend, Xara or something, who was telling him what to say. She had never heard of either of them, or saw them around in town, so this all just felt really confusing and out of nowhere.

Regardless, by now she was just resting in her room. The bakery was actually her own house, since it was quite big and she couldn’t afford to buy another building. This never really bothered her much, though she sometimes wished she had a little more space for herself. Her room was fairly standard, with stuff like a bed, a few shelves, a mirror, a wooden closet and a little cage for Mr. Cupcake. The people who made it were thoughtful enough to make it look like a plate.

As she laid on her bed, she tried to make sure she didn’t get drowsy. She may be tired, but she still had a job to do, and couldn’t risk falling asleep for even a minute. Luckily, something caught her attention. The call bell was ringing. The moment she heard this, she got up onto her claws and brushed herself off, hoping to get down as soon as possible. She hurried down the stairs… and it was him.

Before her was a friend of hers. A tall, slim rabbit whose fur color she could never decipher. He had large, bushy eyebrows, a fancy red bow tie, and teeth that seemed perfect no matter how much junk food he ate. He had with him his trademark V guitar, strapped to his back, but also had what appeared to be two flyers.

“‘Ey, Chica! There you are! Been waiting for ya all day now.”

“Yeah I’m sure you were. What’s going on?”

“You’re never gonna believe this, but I finally figured out some ideas for a gnarly album cover!”

He showed her his two designs before even thinking to ask her first. They were both simple, but decently well drawn, and certainly fit the bill of an album cover. One was a simple illustration of his face in a minimalist style, on what looked like the side of a cardboard box or some kind of letter. The other was a creepy but cool picture of him sitting down while holding his guitar, in a unique psychedelic style. Both illustrations also had a simple logo, saying “Bonnie!!” [sic], in more or less the same spot.

“Which one do you think looks better?” Bonnie asked, clearly excited to see what she had to say. Chica was nervous, but tried to be nice and honest.

“What do you think is the best?”

Bonnie’s reaction was that of mild confusion. Not disappointment or anger, just confusion.

“What kind of answer is that? I went to you specifically because I wanted to know your specific opinion.”

“S-sorry, Bonnie, I just wanted to-“

“Eh, forgeddit.” Bonnie said, annoyed and slightly saddened, but not surprised. “I’ll just go show these off at the library or something…”

With that, Chica immediately felt guilty. He started to walk out, but Chic couldn’t find the courage to talk to him. Not wanting to just do nothing, she tried to rush after him.

“Bonnie, wai-OW”

The moment she tried to go after him, she realized that she had stepped on... something. Not something dangerous, but it still hurt like Hell. Looking down, she realized it was a random LEGO brick.

“Ha! Can’t believe ya still fall for this trick.” Bonnie proclaimed, with a smug look on his face. He could barely contain his laughter, while Chica could barely contain her ows as she tried to pull the toy out of her claw. She knew that Bonnie better than anyone else that Bonnie meant no harm… but this time she really didn’t find this funny. Bonnie quickly stopped chuckling and realized she was sick of this prank.

“Shoot, sorry man. I thought you’d find this funny, I didn’t wanna bother you… know ya what, I can get you a bottle of Soul Ju-“

“H-Hey, don’t worry about it Bonnie,” Chica interrupted. “It’s not a big deal. Sorry if I sounded angry.”

She put the brick onto the counter, got up, and tried to give him a fist bump to show she truly meant it. He.. wasn’t sure how to take her doing one, but he knew it’d be rude to decline something like this.

“Thanks Chic’, always can count on you… Seriously though, what do you think is the better design?”

Pier 01

6:37 PM

As Freddy prepared to disembark upon finally reaching port, he went over to the bow and took a brief glimpse at the town. Everything looked peaceful. He could see a variety of places, like a bakery, theater and what looked like a pizzeria.



"Looks gorgeous, doesn't it Freddy?" Bubba commented, suddenly at his side, to which Freddy replied "Y-yeah. Really excited to check the place out, it looks a lot cleaner and more professional than I expected... promise you'll remember to pick me up on time, right?"

Bubba gulped, then pulled out his phone and checked something. "Don't worry! Set like three different reminders for it. At most we might run an hour late, considering how well our business is doing, but don't worry!"

"Alright, thanks Bub." Freddy said, before shaking paws with him.



“Anytime!” Bubba replied with a smile. “Hope you two have fun."



Freddy went to give his brother a quick hug, proceeded to walk off the boat, and began to look around for Fredbear…



Streets of Fazbear Hills

6:38 PM

Bonnie was on his way home from the bakery. He had spent the last few hours hanging out with Chica and helping out her business a little, but by then he felt it was best to just get back home and work on his projects.



The streets of town had been somewhat foggy lately, but nobody really seemed to mind it. Surprisingly, it wasn’t that cold, despite it getting somewhat late. Regardless, there weren’t that many people out, besides a few guys lucky enough to afford a car. Bonnie noticed this, and began to ponder about cars. How cool it’d be if he got like a Ferrari Testarossa or something. Then he could-

His hand was on cold metal before he even realized he had stopped walking. He had just braced his arm against a lamppost so as to not walk right into it, and he stood there confused. Shaking his head, he stepped aside and made a mental note to be more careful where he was going and to be more aware of his surroundings. With that, he went back to walking.

He passed by a building or two, when he saw something that caught his attention. It was one of those stores with a bunch of TVs, all airing the same channel. In this case, it was something called “The Mr. Showtime and Clucksy” show. He never really watched it before, but he saw it mentioned all the time, and heard it was filmed a few towns over. Now that he thought about it, maybe it’d be a good idea to give public access a try…

As he started to get intrigued by this, his stomach growled. He decided it’d be better to just get back to walking, without letting his mind doze off. As such, he started to walk… and walk… and he still felt hungry. He looked both ways, and there didn’t seem to be any taxis or buses nearby… and then it hit him. He was still somewhat close to Chica’s bakery. Not super close, but still close enough that he could get something real quick and then head home.

Pier 01



6:45 PM

“What’s the matter? I-I thought you wanted to be dropped off here.” Patch inquired confusedly.

“The note said he was supposed to be here at 6:40 and it's been nearly five minutes past.” Freddy replied, peering at the note again, then glancing at his pocket watch. Bubba and Patch glanced at each other nervously and then at the crowd. A purple-and-white fox was carrying some boxes while whistling, a father and his three cubs looked to be unloading cargo, and some kind of pig was creeping around like a wild squirrel, but no Fredbear.

“Well, he is the mayor.” Bubba pointed out. “He’s probably busy, or running a little late due to... I dunno, a new statue or somethin’.”

"Maybe, I guess."

As they continued searching the crowds, Patch’s stomach growled, and he noticed a bakery not too far away, labeled Chica's Pastry World. “W-why not go to that bakery over there?" Patch suggested, "I mean, y-you did say cake was his favorite food the other day.”

“Yeah, I did... Guess it’s worth a shot,” Freddy shrugged, before stretching and giving the thumbs up to them. Patch smiled and gave him one back, whereas Bubba saluted him with a “Hope ya’ two have a great time togetha’! If anythin’ crazy, weird or potentially life threatenin’ happens, just give me a call… I know a guy or two.”

“.....Thanks?” Freddy murmured, confused and a little creeped out, but Bubba just winked before walking off to return to the ship, with Patch not far behind. Freddy just decided to shrug off what he saw, and proceeded to walk into the bakery.

Inside the bakery

6:52 PM

Ever since Bonnie left, Chica had prioritized finishing up a new, strawberry shortcake. To her, getting a cake right was like making sure she tied her shoes, especially if it was a birthday cake. This specific cake was one she wanted to get right for a while now, but could never perfect. At least, until now. She pulled it out of the oven, put it in its container, and tried to contain her satisfaction.

Soon, the bell atop the door jingled, catching Chica's attention. She glanced out the kitchen door, trying to see who it was, but saw no one. She walked over to the front of the counter to get a better look, and still, no one. Confused, she proceeded to turn back... only to be greeted by a jumpscare. She quickly peeped in shock and fell right on her rear, barely saving the cake in her wings, to which the rabbit burst out in laughter. "¡Por el amor de Dios! Bonnie, can you please stop doing that? You almost made me drop my new cake!"

"Just make another one then," replied Bonnie, not skipping a beat.

"Are you kidding me?" Chica burst out. "This one took, like, an hour to bake!" She crossed the room to the fresh goods display and propped the cake carefully on the Lazy Susan, giving it a brief spin before stepping back proudly. She turned to Bonnie, who was still smirking. However, before she could say anymore, the door to the bakery opened with another jingle. It was Freddy, still wearing the heavy backpack and all. He proceeded to start looking around, looking around for Fredbear or anyone who might help find him.



Bonnie and Chica quickly noticed him.

"Have you seen that guy before?" Chica whispered to Bonnie.

"Nah, seems like a new guy. Kinda looks like Fredbe-"

"You know what, I got this!"

Chica put on her most winning customer service smile and sauntered over to Freddy.

"Hello hello!" Chica exclaimed. "Welcome to Chica's Pastry World. I'm Chica Pollo, any help ya’ need is a cluck away!" she said slightly awkwardly, before striking the same, small pose and goofy smile as before.

Freddy looked at her slightly confused. Chica seemed nice enough, but a bit on the hyper side as well, which weirded him out. “Uhh… okay! Thanks, madam." Freddy said. He took one last look around, before trying to walk off, which rubbed Chica the wrong way.



“Hey, don't just leave yet!... Who are you anyway?"



Freddy turned around to respond. "Uh… I’m Freddy Fazbear. You’re asking because I'm new here, right?"

"Err... yeah! Where are you from, Denmacko? Poppingham? Brazil?"

"Hurricane, U-".

"Oh my gosh, you live in a hurricane?! How is that even possib-"

"It's not a literal hurricane, it's a small town in Utah... don't ask about the name, I've never gotten it either."

Freddy gave a small shrug, while Chica felt a little embarrassed. She sighed and tried to bring the conversation back on track. "Aaanyway, so what brings you here?"

"Not much, just decided to check this place out for a vacation by request of my uncle-"

"Who dat?" asked Bonnie, who was suddenly right behind Freddy, who flinched and swore, fuzzed out in shock. Bonnie sighed, chuckled, then reached his paw out. "Sorry about that, force of habit."

"I-It's fine." Freddy replied. "But anyway, my uncle is Fr-"



"Name's Bonnie Lightfoot." he interrupted. "I'm sure ya' heard of me. Pretty popular guitarist dude, planning on a tour sometime later this year. Got like eleventy billion fans."

Freddy stared at him confused and rather skeptical. "Okay?"



There was an awkward silence, with Bonnie annoyed, Chica embarrassed even more, and Freddy tried to wiggle his way out of the tension. "Listen, I'm kind of in a bit of a hurr-" but before he could finish, the bell jingled for yet a third time.

"Hohoho, well what do you know!" chortled a spry, ripe-aged bear near the front of the store. He looked like an older, golden version of Freddy, and was dressed in a purple business suit with an equally purple top hat, along with a small name tag. He walked over to Freddy, then shook his hand eagerly. "Was just about to get you a surprise cake to celebrate your special visit! Assumed you had already settled into the special vacation home I set up for ya'."

"Huh, I had the same idea! Oh yeah, and I was looking for you, that too." Freddy replied. Bonnie and Chica's jaws dropped, and they proceeded to look at each other.

"W-wa-wait." Bonnie blubbered.

"Fredbear is your uncle?!" Chica finished. Freddy smirked, then told them "Heh, yeah, I figured I'd get at least one of these." As he said that, Fredbear noticed the cake Chica had just placed, and walked over. "Excuse me, miss, is that cake for sale? It looks quite scrumptious!"

"O-of course!" Chica squealed, looking like she was in the presence of royalty or some kind of god. Fredbear smiled, then pulled out a small pouch of tokens from his front pocket and gave them to her. "Thank you so much sir, it's a real honor!"

"Anytime, kiddo!" Fredbear proclaimed, then gave the cake a hearty sniff. "Hmmmhm, your taste is quite exquisite!". Chica blushed as she proceeded to box and hand over the cake in a hurry. Fredbear tipped his hat in their general direction and turned to leave, but before his hand was at the door, he turned around to face his beloved nephew "C'mon Freddybear, I'll help you get set up at the house."

"Your full name is Freddybear?" Bonnie smirked, much to Freddy's annoyance. He sighed, then explained, "No, it's just a thing he calls me as a joke about the whole weird, name coincidence."

"How can it be a coincidence if his sibling is one of your parents?" Chica pointed out, but Fredbear just chuckled. "Long story."

Freddy then walked over to his uncle, but looked back at Chica and Bonnie. "Thanks for the talk guys, hope to see you later."

And with that, the two bears set off, Freddy glimpsing back at Chica and Bonnie and giving a little wave. Little did any of them realize that this was going to be the beginning of quite the adventure, one that would stick with them for a long, long time afterwards.