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I joined a neat user run song based challenge where you need to chose a character, then you get assigned a song. I chose phone guy, and got assigned 'Just Gold' by mandopony.

Initially, I had no idea what to do. Like, zero. The next day, I listened to the song, and decided to bring forward some elements of my AU that aren't that obvious, but make sense when you put it together, but I'd need to bring in Golden Freddy as a background element. For the sake of ease, my phone guy is called Phone 'Krasnyy' Guy, and will be referred to by his middle name - Krasnyy - throughout.

The animatronics see Krasnyy as being Shadow Freddy's vessel. They've been trying to mentally break Krasnyy for a while, constantly almost killing him each time they caught him. They've always 'wasted time' during the night in just the right way to make Krasnyy feel that the only thing stoping him from having been killed was it turning 6 am; this is exactly what the animatronics wanted him to think. They keep trying to mentally break him because they believe that when they do, they'll be able to have a posessed human on their team to not only help them identify if the person on the night shift is thier killer or not, but also be thier voice, making Krasnyy (a posessed human) literally the perfect sixth member of their team.

Golden Freddy is the one who keeps an eye on Krasnyy when he's at Freddy's as he feels he's the most similar to the Krasnyy and Philip (Philip being Shaodw Freddy, aka Krasnyy's dead dad). Especially since they both have the Golden Freddy suit in common (Krasnyy's arm, Philips death, and Gerald's vessel). Also, having an intangible form means Golden Freddy also can keep an eye on Krasnyy during the day.

Luckily for Krasnyy though, the animatronics can't go outside - even Golden Freddy is trapped indoors - so at least Krasnyy isn't trapped doing the animatronics dirty work all the time.

If you're wondering how Krasnyy wound up in this terrible situation, well. Story time!

=°•.🌹.•°=

"Why are you doing this? You know I'm not your killer. Why do you keep doing this to me when you know it won't do anything!"

Krasnyy was only just able to push the words out, hoping that Golden Freddy - who was sitting on the ground in front of him would see reason.

"Well," if golden Freddy could show any emotions in its robotic face, it would have been a sickening grin, "we know. We know killing you won't do anything, but you do have something special about you... Something that made us decide to spare you each time we caught you."

Krasnyy seemed like he was about to be sick. Spare him? Each time he had been caught, he was pretty sure the only thing saving him from being killed was the clock hitting six before they could get around to killing him. He looked around the room as much as the animatronics that had grabbed his arms would allow him. Everything in the small parts and services room seemed to be staring at him.

"Confused?" Golden Freddy continued, "let me explain. Each time we've caught you, we've toyed with you. Roughed you up a little to make it seem - to you at least - like we were going to kill you, but oh look at the time! By the time we seemingly got bored and went to suit you up, 6 am! How convenient!"

Krasnyy wanted to get away, but the other animatronics grips on his arms were too tight, and his legs ached too much.

Golden Freddy laughed before continuing with "little did you know, we knew what we were doing. We toyed with you for hours on purpose. Just to break you little by little. We hurt you, made you think you would die, and forced you to see things nobody should ever have to see, and it's all paying off. You have something we need, and tonight, we've broken you down enough so we know that we'll get it."

Krasnyy was hyperventilating. He knew he couldn't escape, and he was terrified of what the animatronics wanted. But he had to know. He had to know what they did all this to him. He had to know why they had kept him alive dispite all the chances they had to kill him. And why him of all people.

Krasnyy finally broke.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" He cried, not caring anymore for how much his throat hurt or any other pains that were shooting through his body, "what do you want..."

Golden Freddy seemed amused by Krasnyy's sobbing. He knew that he had finally broken him. Now, Golden Freddy figured it was time to reshape him.

"We," golden Freddy gestured at the other animatronics, "struggle with communication with non-spirits. We also struggle with identifying non-posessed people. We need someone like you. We need a living, posessed person like you. We need you to be our voice."

Krasnyy was as shocked as he was scared. If they just wanted someone to communicate for them, then why did they have to go through all of this? "Why did you need to - to torture me just so you could talk to people properly? What's the point!"

"Well," Golden Freddy replied, "It's not as easy as that. We needed someone who we could talk directly through. We don't need a translator: we need a human microphone basically, and you were perfect bar one thing: you had too much free will. We need someone to do exactly as we say. We need someone whose lost the will to think for themselves. You're now perfect."

Golden Freddy seemed to stand up and float closer, putting his hand under Krasnyy's chin to look directly into his eyes.

"We've broken the two of you so much that you're both perfect. You'll be the perfect sixth member of our team, and you don't even have to die! So, do you want to be our voice yet?"

Krasnyy didn't respond. Even though he wanted to open his mouth, since Golden Freddy had floated towards him, he felt like he physically couldn't open his mouth.

"Or." Golden Freddy continued, picking up a Freddy head off the shelves and holding it above Krasnyy's head. "We'll just kill you if you decline. It'll be a shame to see about four years of work go to waste, but I'm sure the next guy would be much more willing."

As Golden Freddy begun to lower the Freddy head, Krasnyy felt whatever unnatural force that had been keeping his mouth shut disappear. He immediately begun to yell.

"I'll be your voice!"

It was quiet, especially for yelling, but it was loud enough for the animatronics to hear.

"Good." Golden Freddy said before setting the head down on the table, "I'm glad you could see that we're basically the same! And from now on, I expect you to answer to us! And especially me!"

Krasnyy nodded. He felt faint, but he now knew for a fact that he'd live. Even though the terms were horrible, he had agreed to them, and with that, he shouldn't be killed. As the animatronics let go, he immediately crashed to the ground and fell unconscious.

When Krasnyy came to, he was on a familiar sofa. He knew this place, but everything hurt too much at the minute. He was about to fall back to sleep, but noises from outside kept him awake. He soon sat up, and looked around. He recalled pretty quickly that he was in the staff room of the police station. As Krasnyy was looking around, he spotted Mike on a nearby chair, and PT perched on the arm of the sofa.

"We found you in the backstage area. You had a few bruises, but not much else. You seemed like you were in immense pain though," Mike asked, in his usual calm and kind voice, "What did they do to you?"

Krasnyy immediately burst into tears.

Mike nodded, knowing that the animatronics must have broken him mentally rather than physically this time. When Krasnyy stopped crying, he explained everything.

"I see," Mike mumbled, unsure of how they'd deal with this quite frankly traumatising turn of events, "well, you probably won't have to put up with being thier voice for long, seeing as it's almost been ten years since the missing children incident over here - August 87. And in a few months, it'll be that same day, August 97. The parents are planning a memorial service, so I doubt that this place will last much longer after that."

Krasnyy tried to get up, but immediately fell back down. Knowing what Krasnyy was wanting, Mike moved onto the sofa. PT also had the same idea and sat on the sofa properly. Having two of his closest friends next to him helped Krasnyy calm down a bit.

"It's just a few months, and we'll be there to help you through it every step of the way. I'll be with you during the day, and Mike will help you on the night shift. You're going to be alright."

=°•.🌹.•°=

And that's how Phone 'Krasnyy' Guy became as you see him in the drawing. As this is set about March 1997, Krasnyy only had to deal with being the animatronics voice for a few months, but it was a long few months. He may have been mentally broken, but he has friends to help keep the last shred of his sanity in tact.

This is also why Krasnyy deems the animatronics seeing a person as being one of them as a very bad thing for the person. Because when the animatronics told him he was one of them, they did nothing but hurt him.

Link to my FNAF amino blog:
aminoapps.com/p/whxn81

FNAF (c) Scott Cawthon.
Artwork and interpretation of the characters belong to me.

Description
I joined a neat user run song based challenge where you need to chose a character, then you get assigned a song. I chose phone guy, and got assigned 'Just Gold' by mandopony.

Initially, I had no idea what to do. Like, zero. The next day, I listened to the song, and decided to bring forward some elements of my AU that aren't that obvious, but make sense when you put it together, but I'd need to bring in Golden Freddy as a background element. For the sake of ease, my phone guy is called Phone 'Krasnyy' Guy, and will be referred to by his middle name - Krasnyy - throughout.

The animatronics see Krasnyy as being Shadow Freddy's vessel. They've been trying to mentally break Krasnyy for a while, constantly almost killing him each time they caught him. They've always 'wasted time' during the night in just the right way to make Krasnyy feel that the only thing stoping him from having been killed was it turning 6 am; this is exactly what the animatronics wanted him to think. They keep trying to mentally break him because they believe that when they do, they'll be able to have a posessed human on their team to not only help them identify if the person on the night shift is thier killer or not, but also be thier voice, making Krasnyy (a posessed human) literally the perfect sixth member of their team.

Golden Freddy is the one who keeps an eye on Krasnyy when he's at Freddy's as he feels he's the most similar to the Krasnyy and Philip (Philip being Shaodw Freddy, aka Krasnyy's dead dad). Especially since they both have the Golden Freddy suit in common (Krasnyy's arm, Philips death, and Gerald's vessel). Also, having an intangible form means Golden Freddy also can keep an eye on Krasnyy during the day.

Luckily for Krasnyy though, the animatronics can't go outside - even Golden Freddy is trapped indoors - so at least Krasnyy isn't trapped doing the animatronics dirty work all the time.

If you're wondering how Krasnyy wound up in this terrible situation, well. Story time!

=°•.🌹.•°=

"Why are you doing this? You know I'm not your killer. Why do you keep doing this to me when you know it won't do anything!"

Krasnyy was only just able to push the words out, hoping that Golden Freddy - who was sitting on the ground in front of him would see reason.

"Well," if golden Freddy could show any emotions in its robotic face, it would have been a sickening grin, "we know. We know killing you won't do anything, but you do have something special about you... Something that made us decide to spare you each time we caught you."

Krasnyy seemed like he was about to be sick. Spare him? Each time he had been caught, he was pretty sure the only thing saving him from being killed was the clock hitting six before they could get around to killing him. He looked around the room as much as the animatronics that had grabbed his arms would allow him. Everything in the small parts and services room seemed to be staring at him.

"Confused?" Golden Freddy continued, "let me explain. Each time we've caught you, we've toyed with you. Roughed you up a little to make it seem - to you at least - like we were going to kill you, but oh look at the time! By the time we seemingly got bored and went to suit you up, 6 am! How convenient!"

Krasnyy wanted to get away, but the other animatronics grips on his arms were too tight, and his legs ached too much.

Golden Freddy laughed before continuing with "little did you know, we knew what we were doing. We toyed with you for hours on purpose. Just to break you little by little. We hurt you, made you think you would die, and forced you to see things nobody should ever have to see, and it's all paying off. You have something we need, and tonight, we've broken you down enough so we know that we'll get it."

Krasnyy was hyperventilating. He knew he couldn't escape, and he was terrified of what the animatronics wanted. But he had to know. He had to know what they did all this to him. He had to know why they had kept him alive dispite all the chances they had to kill him. And why him of all people.

Krasnyy finally broke.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!" He cried, not caring anymore for how much his throat hurt or any other pains that were shooting through his body, "what do you want..."

Golden Freddy seemed amused by Krasnyy's sobbing. He knew that he had finally broken him. Now, Golden Freddy figured it was time to reshape him.

"We," golden Freddy gestured at the other animatronics, "struggle with communication with non-spirits. We also struggle with identifying non-posessed people. We need someone like you. We need a living, posessed person like you. We need you to be our voice."

Krasnyy was as shocked as he was scared. If they just wanted someone to communicate for them, then why did they have to go through all of this? "Why did you need to - to torture me just so you could talk to people properly? What's the point!"

"Well," Golden Freddy replied, "It's not as easy as that. We needed someone who we could talk directly through. We don't need a translator: we need a human microphone basically, and you were perfect bar one thing: you had too much free will. We need someone to do exactly as we say. We need someone whose lost the will to think for themselves. You're now perfect."

Golden Freddy seemed to stand up and float closer, putting his hand under Krasnyy's chin to look directly into his eyes.

"We've broken the two of you so much that you're both perfect. You'll be the perfect sixth member of our team, and you don't even have to die! So, do you want to be our voice yet?"

Krasnyy didn't respond. Even though he wanted to open his mouth, since Golden Freddy had floated towards him, he felt like he physically couldn't open his mouth.

"Or." Golden Freddy continued, picking up a Freddy head off the shelves and holding it above Krasnyy's head. "We'll just kill you if you decline. It'll be a shame to see about four years of work go to waste, but I'm sure the next guy would be much more willing."

As Golden Freddy begun to lower the Freddy head, Krasnyy felt whatever unnatural force that had been keeping his mouth shut disappear. He immediately begun to yell.

"I'll be your voice!"

It was quiet, especially for yelling, but it was loud enough for the animatronics to hear.

"Good." Golden Freddy said before setting the head down on the table, "I'm glad you could see that we're basically the same! And from now on, I expect you to answer to us! And especially me!"

Krasnyy nodded. He felt faint, but he now knew for a fact that he'd live. Even though the terms were horrible, he had agreed to them, and with that, he shouldn't be killed. As the animatronics let go, he immediately crashed to the ground and fell unconscious.

When Krasnyy came to, he was on a familiar sofa. He knew this place, but everything hurt too much at the minute. He was about to fall back to sleep, but noises from outside kept him awake. He soon sat up, and looked around. He recalled pretty quickly that he was in the staff room of the police station. As Krasnyy was looking around, he spotted Mike on a nearby chair, and PT perched on the arm of the sofa.

"We found you in the backstage area. You had a few bruises, but not much else. You seemed like you were in immense pain though," Mike asked, in his usual calm and kind voice, "What did they do to you?"

Krasnyy immediately burst into tears.

Mike nodded, knowing that the animatronics must have broken him mentally rather than physically this time. When Krasnyy stopped crying, he explained everything.

"I see," Mike mumbled, unsure of how they'd deal with this quite frankly traumatising turn of events, "well, you probably won't have to put up with being thier voice for long, seeing as it's almost been ten years since the missing children incident over here - August 87. And in a few months, it'll be that same day, August 97. The parents are planning a memorial service, so I doubt that this place will last much longer after that."

Krasnyy tried to get up, but immediately fell back down. Knowing what Krasnyy was wanting, Mike moved onto the sofa. PT also had the same idea and sat on the sofa properly. Having two of his closest friends next to him helped Krasnyy calm down a bit.

"It's just a few months, and we'll be there to help you through it every step of the way. I'll be with you during the day, and Mike will help you on the night shift. You're going to be alright."

=°•.🌹.•°=

And that's how Phone 'Krasnyy' Guy became as you see him in the drawing. As this is set about March 1997, Krasnyy only had to deal with being the animatronics voice for a few months, but it was a long few months. He may have been mentally broken, but he has friends to help keep the last shred of his sanity in tact.

This is also why Krasnyy deems the animatronics seeing a person as being one of them as a very bad thing for the person. Because when the animatronics told him he was one of them, they did nothing but hurt him.

Link to my FNAF amino blog:
aminoapps.com/p/whxn81

FNAF (c) Scott Cawthon.
Artwork and interpretation of the characters belong to me.