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WARNING: The following chapter contains: Foul Language, Violence, Blood, Gore, Dark Themes, Mention of Character Death.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS BY SPRINGLOCKDEATHTRAP! The chapter was so long it needed to be divided into two parts! Please see Part 2 for the rest of this chapter's content!

Anything in italics is private thoughts and or inner dialog. Anything in bold is spoken aloud. Anything bold and italic is something spoken by a previous character.

No...... expression fell into a blank mask sooped up processor kicking into overclock electrical impulses constituting the firing of neurons within the mechanized brain arching in succession so rapid it would have overloaded even the most complex of genius minds let alone fry the CPU of any other robotic entity! Mind streamed, thoughts segregated, data wrenched forth from long sealed files pouring over the abolished contents in droves. Secrets long since buried, tales meant to never be uttered on waking breath mere whispers in the dark driven by phantoms of the past.

Knowledge no one was ever meant to know, information never to see the light of day again, cast aside, walled up and left to rot...left to die alone and unknown...entombed with him. Now it was beginning to make sense pieces of the puzzle finally beginning to fall into place! Wordlessly the golden male purposefully set the cup gripped between tightening digits upon the nearest table pawed hand retracting smoothly overlaying the opposite wrist in a poised manner both tattered auditory sensors swiveling forward raised to full attention the literal satellite dishes focused intently on the Lead Singer.

Stoick gaze hardened piercing silver huen irises boring back once more into the stratosphere optics of Freddy lids sweeping over the lenses several times automatically. Why he blinked was a bit of an interesting story, little did the beast realize it too focused on the matter at hand foremost issue warranting concern having been the need to replenish himself, avoiding suspended animation shut down. For now the situation quelled, stomach chamber working dutifully of its own accord.

Ironically it felt...slowed verses prior. Quick check of the diagnostics revealed 'digesting' material such as this would require an ironically longer duration for the entire process to occur verses if he'd consumed something else. Probing deeper it came to light albeit the beast was more than capable of consuming what he desired the system he possessed wasn't truly meant for handling certain compounds. It could certainly extract whatever nutrients were available from the product save the actual effort his body had to put out changed to accomplish this changed with different items.

In organic terms, the golden hare fell into one of the animal kingdom's categories in separation of dietary requirements. He was, at his core, a carnivore...designed specifically for living off the tissue of other beings. In hardship the lapin's body could make use of other sources save for the fact it required a longer time to distill warranting a turn over in the normal method of digestion....changing levels of enzymes and acids....the whole nine yards. Pizza would have been more easily broken down had the male been an omnivore...consuming both flesh and plant materials...or even a vegetarian not unlike his real life counterpart.

Constituting mostly refined vegetation matter, dough created from flour and yeast, sauce the result of tomatoes...cheese was the only line walker...made of dairy something produced with the milk of cows....all in all the hare's simulated track did the best it could with what had been given. For now it was a saving grace, just enough to prevent the beast from lapsing into a less than desirable state. Still, if this was anything to go by as a general rule...he would need to set up a means to nourish himself appropriately by the following evening at latest.

Mentally a genuine if not unnerving smile formed upon mention of the ecstatic avian. Oh, he could already imagine...no...see Chica's delight in receiving the news of his fueling requirements! Beast had to give the bird credit, she could sure as fucking hell cook! Despite practically stuffing the pizza down his gullet the hare did in deed take the time to savor his meal. Now more than ever he found himself curious as to Chica's version of the recipe. The thought brought a minor wave of salivation to his maw, resulting gush of fluid quickly swallowed the male steeling himself against trepidation into daydreaming such things. Now was not the appropriate time. Still....he couldn't help the sneaking suspicion her version of a 'pizza pie' entailed quite a large sum of fresh meat...if not one kind in particular should the opportunity present itself to acquire it.

Hare couldn't help but muse on the notion of Chica possibly being sensitive to the consumption of chicken...considering she was modeled after one. Albeit the mildly flightless birds were known for readily being cannibals, pecking one another to death and eating them should they sense illness or weakness from a fellow flock mate, despite the presence of more than adequate food. It was something to ponder in his spare time. If anything he'd gingerly approach the situation for his own sake. He'd rather not be on the receiving end of the fury he was more than confident in the femme capable of unleashing.

Bemused state vanished no sooner than it appeared, silvery gaze growing steely claws tapping gently on the back of his wrist, pawed hands still laced over one another in front of him heel of the palm resting over the longer pile fur covering the male's groin area. Muzzle inclined several degrees, breath venting evenly through the nostril vents. Blinking again the abomination only continued to stare facial plates shifting minutely under the simulated muscle and fur expression itself hardening in serious thought brow furrowing in concentration edges of the maw twitching corners pursing into a thin frown. Lips drew tight across the weapon filled mouth silicone-ballistic tongue pressed firmly against the upper palette jaw line tensing the hare seeming to suck on the serpent laced between his teeth.

Optics shifted in their sockets the hare making not the slightest attempt to hide the evidence he was searching the Ursa's face assessing his entire being for any indication he was being anything other than truthful in his words. This was beyond serious, more than Freddy even realized. If he knew the truth...he wouldn't have spoken like this. No...he was jumping to far ahead of himself, he couldn't be sure...not yet...he needed more time more information but he couldn't leave this as it were...it...grated him. Powerful chest rose and fell silently with every intake and exhale of air cycling through his body. Too life like...one might expect only the upper region of the structure the pectoral section...little difficult to make out exactly the intended muscle structure in comparison to a human seeing as the anatomy was rather animal like...rib cage molded into a semi-barrel keel like structure....to be the only thing moving in succession to the cycling of air. It wasn't.

In true mortal fashion, both the chest and ribcage expanded and contracted, diaphragm...the area under the front of the ribs swept up to connect to the sternum...a major soft spot on humans...moved in sync with the rest of the torso. 'Breathing' simulation in robotic film entities had been done before save they always lacked in the proper motion in the abdomen possessed by humans to warrant believable breathing. The effect was...more than unnerving with the golden monster. If it wasn't for the restored metallic shine of the titanium hide on clear display on his neck and lower limbs...even his fellow bots would've mistaken him for flesh and blood.

Lengthy limbs squared under his frame, paws shifting silently across the tile rolling on the ball of the foot settling down with care preventing the talons from clacking down. Knees straightened with ankles poising, drawing himself to full height. Shoulders squared hydraulics coiling within eyelids narrowing in blunted composure. He wasn't ridged in stance, merely...imposing. It wasn't done out of ill will or any form of malice...simply the hare's inward emotions shadowing themselves upon his form, very essence of the monster radiating an energy of deep contemplation, a heavy seriousness as if the weight of the world had been thrust upon the beast's shoulders, body reacting in an attempt to brace the burden thrust upon him.

Brow rose intricately in response to Freddy's own behavior. While the monster was certainly grateful, hell he was flat out thankful for the Singer's attentiveness to his personal complications...never once failing to remember the beast was a creature wholly out of his element...very respectful of any possible triggers...he couldn't help but wish the bear was a bit more...blunt. Not so much in his wording...the Singer never once minced his language...he was straight forward from the start...it just...alright now he was being picky. Perhaps he was still a little on edge himself...okay that was a lie. He was VERY much on edge...but not for the reasons more than likely streaming through the Leader's mind as possibilities.

Mentally he sighed, needing to remind himself momentarily the bear was use to spending his days with young children and unpredictable band mates during the night. Every stepped needed to be calculated exactly, each word chosen with care and consideration. He was a nurturer...it was part of being a leader. Freddy was a little out of his own element with the hare...aside from never having encountered an entity such as him the Ursa wasn't exactly predispositioned to dealing with a being of completely mature standards. He wasn't use to working with adults of his own kind.

Ironic actually, the male wondering how the leader would take it when he was made aware of exactly how old the lapin was. The other bots...while adults in their own manner...still held a childish composition to them. Of course this could simply be a lay over effect from working with children for so long some of the organic traits bound to rub off on the performers over the years. It could have been part of their programming, granting them an easier time interacting with children if they, themselves, possessed a few child like mindsets. Chica's enthusiasm let alone the reckless vibe and daring attitude coupled with her argumentative nature put on display thus far reminded the beast of a hard knocks child. The only girl in a large family of all boys, which she was.

Bonnie gave off a vibe of being closer to Freddy in terms of personality save a smugness lurking just under the surface. Inquisitive, curious by nature he granted the impression of the nerdy kid in school who was fed up with bullies and decided to lash back. Using his smarts to antagonize subsequently gaining the upper hand in a situation. Freddy aired the presence of the big brother, still young in his own right but forced to mature beyond his years in a very short period of time...someone robbed of their childhood and made to face the ugly truth of the world well before his time. Leading was an incredible responsibility to shoulder Freddy toeing the line between success and crumbling under the pressure.

If only he could lesson the strain...unfortunately he would only add to it. Conflicted...he felt mangled, twisted up inside, rotten to the core as if any moment the old welded shut plating of his body might split open any moment pouring his taint plain as day for all to see. He didn't want to tell them...he didn't want to complicate matters even more than they already were. All he wanted to do was whisk the burden off their shoulders, free them of this life they never once asked for and burn in hell alone.

They didn't deserve this...it wasn't right! What permission did he possess to tear their world asunder?! Weary, wary...but still naïve...still wet behind the ears. For all they suffered it was not enough to satisfy reality's sense of cruelty for sick jokes. He couldn't prolong this, they had a right a know if he didn't tell they it was only a matter of time until the evidence presented itself to them. Honest was the best policy even if it only brought pain. They needed to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

Expression laxed...poor Foxy. Tattered ears fell limp alongside his skull, tip of the unbroken one drooping so low it touched the edge of his shoulder. Steely gaze melted away overridden by a gentle glow as if pale moonlight shown from those silvery optics. Lips loosened jaw cracking open only to shut soundlessly the beast lost for words. Shoulders slumped mechanical muscle through out his entire frame giving way to something endearing..friendly even. Emotion shown in full mask falling away essence of pain and sorrow betrayed anger and latent rage begrudging notion of what new hell he was about to unleash...he didn't want to do this. Pain...all he ever knew these days...since the moment months prior...perhaps longer...agony consumed him rage embraced him. Misery haunted his steps with fate laughing maniacally in his face.

If he didn't think the canine would jump out of his own skin the golden beast would have offered a kind gesture, instead he stood rooted on the spot, tail hanging limp from the spinal strut, end of it curling around the side of his thigh, hugging tightly to the fake muscle in a submissive manner. Head bowed with optics cast down muzzle turning partly from the fox's direction in a mixture of emotions. His earlier outburst more than likely added fuel to the fire of the pirate's growing sense of paranoia timidness. This wasn't the Foxy he once knew merely a shadow of his former self. Flame huen pelt lay flat practically plastered to the pirate's body form shrinking under the shadow of the carnivorous lapin. In nature, hares cowered before the cunning might of the fiery furred predator now stood the opposite as if the hunter became the hunted. In one horrible way...it was true.

What happened to the Fire Fox Captain of old? Where had the ballsy sailor of limitless courage and unbridled adventure gone? What became of the awe inspiring character retelling stories of great battles against denizens of the deep and daring journeys through dangerous jungles in search of limitless treasure? Fleeting glance shot in the direction of Pirate's Cove...orbs lingering on the hastily made sign written in brush stroked letters, Sorry. Out of Order. Foxy...couldn't even bring himself to perform for the children any more?

No...it couldn't be...it wasn't possible! Telling tales of the high seas was the absolute highlight of the fox's existence! He remembered it just like it was yesterday...fuck it WAS very much yesterday to him...past months feeling like a horrible nightmare...worn but proud the pirate standing tall in the cove, animated with a vigorous energy enough to make him human! Children bunched in groups around the little stage, mouths open in awestruck star gaze lost in the imaginary world turned real, enraptured in the empowering tales of Foxy the Fire Fox Pirate, crosser of blades with Black Beard and the only one to survive the attack of the Kraken!

Proximity sensors blared to life in his mind, abruptly snapping the beast back to reality. Stance stiffened watching silently as Foxy slipped away into the shadows. Something was moving to his right, broken ear perking up swiveling on the base rotating out in triangulation of the sound. He recognized the ped falls immediately. Façade restored in a heart beat the beast reiterating himself masking emotion and though alike steeling himself once more into the collected apex predator of his core. Expression grew firm albeit curiosity betrayed itself in those silvery optics pale glow returning to its previous shine. He needed a distraction, internally mind fish tailing near out of control!

Chica presented the perfect opportunity. She was straight forward, hid nothing easy for him to concentrate on. He couldn't deny the presence of a fellow hunter served to relax him despite what Freddy might think. It felt nice to not be made into a freak more than he already was. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out blood had been shed through the means of these bots hands...but Chica was the one most readily and eager. The trigger...correction...stab-happy by the looks of the meat fork... avian serving the role as a volatile attack dog kept on its chain until such a time it was needed.

Before she was even a quarter of the way down the hall the golden predator's entire demeanor changed in one fell swoop as if someone flipped a switch in his processor..more than likely the case as it were...by the lapin's own hand no doubt...making for this almost polaroid change in personality. Keen optics caught sight of the muted yellow feathers in the peripheral vision, frame drawn up to full imposing height, shoulders squared ears held at a 45 degree angle flicked back along the skull muzzle tilted down a notch with orbs focused solely on Freddy as if the occurrence with Foxy never took place.

Nothing less than prime predatory grace oozed from every inch of lapin, brow set expression drawn in the wisdom of a survivor. He had to give the femme credit once more, she was without a doubt fearless, strolling up with a confirmed laxness a human might label more appropriately as 'reckless abandon.' The hare couldn't blame her, he found himself as fascinated by her as she did him. In true predatory fashion Chica seized the moment, pouncing on the opportunity between words of the conversation, thrusting her beak in the middle of everything.

Whether she realized let alone cared the two beings were still engaged in a conversation of their own was left to wonder the hare cocking an eyebrow when Chica wasn't looking. She was ballsy alright...maybe she could give Foxy some of his confidence back. It was a thought none the less. Orbs flickered, caught by the harsh glint reflected off the lazily spinning weapon between the avian's fingers. She knew how to handle the impromptu weapon question rising in his mind as to how exactly she came to choose this as her offensive tool. He was sure it was quite the tale!

Muzzle dipped, piercing stare falling upon the shorter frame of Chica. No sooner had she set eyes on him did instinct tell she was sizing him up, checking for weaknesses like any good hunter would. She was quick on the draw but she could do with learning the art of subtly. Thoughts brimmed with the possible protesting outcomes to such a suggestion but should he be the one to offer she might just take it. He already found himself admiring the female for her sense of determination and willingness to put herself out there.

If he had to guess she learned what she did through means of children rough-housing let alone any media content she was able to get her hands on. Some of it might have been basic instinct....it wouldn't surprise him...considering what he knew...the rest probably her own system of trial and error. Orbs merely continued to regard the female with a gentlemen quality not once hinting at anything more than simple observation. The joints on any creature be it mechanical or biological was always a logical first choice to attack, they were never not a weakness.

While he was confident the avian could strike with the force of a dumbbell behind her unless she possessed an endo-skeleton composed of something other than a carbon-fiber steel laced structure...if she struck him..she'd more than likely end up snapping her own wrist off at best if not compromise the entire structure of her arm let alone frame at worst. Her weapon of choice was sturdy but it would fold like a napkin against the reinforced titanium hide hidden mostly under his pelt.

Wedging something between his joints wouldn't fair well either. Under the leather like material covering the sections countless intricate yet immensely strong jointed ribbed titanium plates covered the actual flex point under it. Leather like covering was merely an aesthetic attribute. Should Chica strike him there she'd be in for one hell of a surprise and unless she too possessed a form of on-board advanced scanners there was no way she would be capable of knowing in advanced how far the titanium hide extended upon his form should she use his neck and feet as points of advancement.

The beast didn't wish to become overly reliant on his own scanners but it didn't hurt to cross reference his theories against the hard data. Poly-carbon urethane shell protected most her body much in the same fashion as Freddy's under her feathery pelt. Joint caps aided to shield the actuators and hydraulics of her mechanical muscles, fitted to her form it offered good protection seeing as the metallic hue he'd been use to viewing on the older Fazbears was none present to the elements. Looks like the humans managed to do something right for once.

If he had to attack...the main connection the largest joint in her body...the cut between lower abdomen and pelvis was her weakest point. While she flexed directly under the pectoral struts lower abdomen was fairly solid until the bottom of the rib cage...meaning her torso was actually constructed in three pieces not counting the pelvis...making it the forth. If he were to strip the feathers and impact absorbing foam away from this area he was sure to find the core mechanical guts of the female. To allow her to bend and flex as she did...just like a human she couldn't be solid here otherwise she'd have a sever lack in her range of movement. He was constructed in a fluid flowing form...countless overlaying and interlocking panels plates and ribbing all shifting in the same exact fashion as organic tissue.

Regardless there would be a lack of protective plating for Chica in this area...unless she made some modifications to herself. The only thing granting her any form of protection would have been the layers of cushioning thick foam responsible for giving her a pudgy appearance. All he had to do was drive a fist straight through this region, twist his arm up, take hold of the solid edge of the body cavity while placing a foot on her pelvis and with a harsh twist to snap, if not at least mangle, the spinal strut and yank upwards he'd tear her body in half. Now he was curious...was Chica aware of this particular weakness of hers? Perhaps a conversation with her sometime might reveal this knowledge. He said nothing, only blinking in response to her statement, politely remaining quite. Despite himself the beast could not help but allow the corners of his maw to turn upwards in a cunning smile.

This wasn't the time for indulgence and Freddy knew it the Ursa quickly becoming agitated with the femme. Sadly, the lapin found himself agreeing with the bear. As much as it pained him to turn down the opportunity of a wonderfully horrid conversation with the blood lusting avian, pressing matters were at hand teetering on the cusp of what might very well be great destruction or great triumph. He knew he shouldn't encourage the avian's rebellious behavior it just wasn't right. Freddy was the leader here not him. He had no right to take the reigns on this let alone run the risk of making this more complicated and stressful for the Singer than it needed to be. He was caught between a rock and a hard place for sure but he wasn't about to be rude to the overzealous bird. Cranium tilted, eyes shuttering themselves leaning forward just a tad when Chica presented her prized possession to him.

Ears turned forward showcasing he was in fact listening to what she was saying orbs trained on every minute twitch she made. He was no fool and she knew it, she knew he knew she could spin the fork around and jab him...probably his eyes were his only real weak point. Metal coating of his neck was near impenetrable save for by a blow torch probably. With all the moving parts contained on the inside there wasn't much left in terms of vulnerability on him. Sure, she could always cause superficial damage and disorient him with waves of agonizing pain but even taking out his eyes wouldn't hinder him completely. He still had his scanners and a protective cashing around the delicate electronics of his processor ensured anything penetrating through the optical region would cause as little damage to his internal wiring as possible.

The lapin readily understood Freddy's irritation, from this angle it did appear as if Chica was only egging the beast on. Contrary to thought the hare found it rather amusing. Still, it wasn't his place nor the appropriate time to squabble over something so petty as far as he was concerned. Again he appreciated the Ursa's mindfulness of his stressful awakening but this seemed to be more an internal 'family' issue than actually having anything to do with him. Nary a second before the brown bear interrupted did he reach out, palm turned upwards revealing the glossy black leather pad on his paw like hand and fingers, digits splayed out claws the size of a lion's tinking softly against the stainless steel of the cutlery...object spun from his near grasp Chica's words dieing in her throat as she was pulled back half a stride. Blinking the hare straightened, remaining silent during the two's encounter. He couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt at Chica's words. If only she knew how MONSTROUS he truly was.

It remained the same, nothing changing save for the fizzling of tempers between the two, Chica glaring off to the side in a forced submissive manner not unlike a wolf put down by their alpha. Still fuming the avian muttered a response before trudging off steps heavy down the hall the beast offered her a sense of dignity, averting his gaze as she retreated. Only once the haggered sigh of Freddy reached his auds and the sound of annoyed grumbling echoed through the corridors did the lapin move. Unrecognizable expression etched upon the hyper realistic features, longer than normal and uniquely tapered lapin muzzle turning completely to face the bear. Silver optics hardened, searching the Singer's form once more for any hidden alternatives...”No need to apologize it's perfectly alright. She is a fiery one alright.” vocals rumbled forth smooth guttural tones swirling around the Ursa like a storm.

Taking a step forward gaze cast down the hall, auds pulled forward before falling back into the odd position he seemed to prefer keeping them in. ”She's got energy she needs to burn it off every now and then. I know I have no place to say this but I will offer it as a suggestion. While I understand you readily cannot allow her to shed blood as she pleases...perhaps directing her energy to something similar will suffice.” Brow furrowed in seriousness. ”Provided I stay I would offer to give her an outlet. Sparring can be quite fun not to mention serve as a stress reliever and help form bonds. She is strong but I can take a hit. I'll be sure to set limiters on myself so as not to accidentally hurt her.” Ghost of a smile creased his lips silver orbs softening with the words only for it to fade as quickly as it came.

”I believe I might have an answer for you regarding Foxy's behavior...as well as what could very well be responsible for this curse you speak of. I thank you for the respect concerning Withered. You would be correct in the assumption he was the one I knew personally along with his band. Thank you for letting me know. When I awoke in the back room I was curious as to what became of them. When I saw everyone on stage I assumed the others had either been completely scrapped or they were recycled into you. Honestly it surprises me the humans would be so caring to give the old band a new lease on life in a sense. Then again money was more than likely the issue. Humans and their damned money.” Lips peeled partway into a snarl vocals shunting out the last sentence with heated disgust. Closing his mouth the golden male swallowed thickly, dislodging the lump rising in his throat in regard to the new hell he was about to welcome the Fazbears into.

”I should rephrase my earlier statement regarding staying....rather I should have said whether YOU want me to stay. There is information I must give...a story I must tell....and I am afraid it will leave the most foul taste in your mouth. All I ask is that you hear me out. Make your decision afterwords as to if I stay or go. I will not force my presence upon you nor make you feel obligated to grant me sanctuary simply for the reason I am cybernetic.” Cranium inclined spinning on the balls of his feet in a fluid motion, hydraulics gliding effortlessly the golden beast made for the corridor towards the old room from which he emerged. ”Follow me. You ALL need to hear this.”

Stride fell in a rolling gate, muzzle tipping over the leading edge of his shoulder to make sure the Ursa followed, Freddy more than likely being forced into a jog to match the liquid gait of the lapin's immense stride. If his pace was anything to foreshadow what was so important...it must have been unlike anything else. In no time flat he was upon the three grumbling bots, tempers beginning to sizzle as they worked to clear away the damage and re-frame the wall...the male having not been kind in his break for freedom.

Raising both palms before him in a silent gesture of submission, intending no harm to them, the male hunched over, forced to curl himself up to fit through the old doorway. Pawed hand jutted from the dark hole motioning for them to follow...”come here, there is something you all need to be made aware of.” Not even waiting for a response the abomination vanished into the blackness sound of his claws scraping against the wall, dull illumination sparking in the room, several lights in the ceiling flicker spastically to life indicating he found the correct switch.

”Welcome to hell.” deep vocals growled, head bowing and shoulders hunching he gestured about the room, bracing most of his weight against a long table causing the ancient thing to groan under the strain of supporting him. ”Ignore the mess in the wash basin I'll clean that up.” Back was to the group, head nodding off to the far right corner of the room the beast preoccupied with scouring through a large bookcase for something. He knew Chica would more than likely investigate, the room itself stank of death and decay now splashed with the scent of a recently made kill.

Should any of them inquire to the large sink in the corner they'd find a pile of blood drenched cloth...shredded remains of the former night watchmen's clothes...shoes laying on the floor crimson staining the cold steel interior of the sink. A watch lay almost forgotten upon the counter, splattered with cold, coagulating blood. What looked like a pair of keys, glasses, and a wallet were strewn about the surface all of is encrusted with viscera indicating the monster lapin probably plucked the contents out of the man's clothes once he ate him. ”Leave the wallet and keys where they are please. Those will be required for use soon.”

Attention shifted back the lapin now placing several items on the large table. One of the items looked to be a journal...the other was a heavily dust laiden bin full of old cassette tapes thankfully secure in their protective casings. Returning to the shelves the beast continued his frantic search, pulling out item after item, reaching back behind a shelf at one point to draw something out of it. Everything in hand he laid it out on the table...an actual cassette player for the tapes...rolls of dingy yellow paper...more than likely plans or blueprints of some sort.

Turning away one final time the lapin returned holding a massive leather bound book thicker than even a state wide telephone manuscript! It hit the table with an almost scary thud...layers of grime obscuring the title from proper view. Heaving a sight, silver optics flickering over the group he drew his right hand up, laying what looked to be an old and rather torn guard uniform upon the table...a purple...colored uniform...and a manilla envelope.

”Freddy knows this first part however I shall repeat it for your sake. Knowing this information is integral to what I am about to tell you.” Both palms rested, gripping the edge of the table sliding apart to bare his weight. Drawing breath the beast cleared his throat...and began. ”I am far older than I actually appear. As of recent I've undergone advanced upgrades, but even prior to those I am an entity well beyond the time to which I was born. I did not begin my life as part of the Fazbear Franchise. Rather I was brought into it prior. I do not know how much you are aware of your own history. Thus I apologize in advance should any of this be a repeat. But I digress, all of this is key factor to one point.” Silver optics fixed the four bots with an intense stare. ”Your freedom.” Reaching over the male gently plucked one of the mangy yellowed rolls of paper from its pile, carefully spreading it out, using two small stones he found on the floor to pin the edges down.

”This photo once hung on the wall of the FIRST Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.” Clawed finger pointed out the faded name on top of the large building in the picture. ”This...is Fredbear's Family Diner. The origin point of everything. Built in 1975 it was a small time, private owned restaurant dedicated to family fun. It quickly grew in popularity becoming the talk of the town. In 1978 it was rebuilt, expanded to four times its size, now catering to patrons of all ages. Children and families during the day and adults at night.

Still owned by a single family the man responsible for its construction one Charlie FredBURN...the establishment a play on words with his name apparently he was often related to a bear whenever people first met him. To further increase their business it was decided to include the addition of performers...entertainers again for children and adults alike. After going around about it for awhile it was decided...for the sake of saving money. To combine two of the best ideas they came up with.”

Pause was given, making sure the others were still following along with all this. ”Ever wonder why you are known as a generation 4...Freddy? When you've only physically seen one if not two previous incarnations of yourself?” Right hand took up the manilla envelope, pulling a time worn but still clearly visible picture out. Tentatively it was placed on top of the currently rolled out portrait....the photograph of a brand new...GOLDEN animatronic bear holding a resemblance to Freddy himself.

”THIS...is your first incarnation. Fredbear was his name. Unique feature of this bot he was designed with the sole purpose of being both animatronic performer...and...mascoting suit. Yes. He was built with a unique cavity inside his body large enough for a HUMAN to crawl inside and operate him like a giant puppet.” Venom laced his words pawed hands curling into fists...the beast clearly taking high offense to this atrocity. Growling lowly to himself the lapin shook his head, steely optics blinking as he forced himself under control.

”Do not pine for him. His construction was...simplistic compared to your own. He did not feel anything save perhaps the warmth generated by a human taking up residence within him like a parasite. It was part of his purpose, a large piece of his programming and he made the most of it even if occasionally he did complain about feeling...sweaty. Stupid meat sacks didn't readily clean him after every use. And yes...I know this for a fact. I was there. I came on the scene several months after his grand day view. When the humans weren't there in the wee hours of the morning I use to help him sanitize himself.”

Sigh vented heavily through the leather nose, features almost seeming to age upon the male. ”Fredbear was such a success it was decided to bring a secondary character into the mix. In animatronic mode, he was a singer just like Freddy. In suit mode...he did whatever the human inside commanded of him. He enjoyed what he could. Seemed to take the most pride in stand up comedy when used as a suit. Something about a cartoon, brightly colored bear cracking lewd jokes during adult only hours always got the crowd going. I think it was the laughter he enjoyed.

With Fredbear as a singer most of the time, humans decided to give him a band mate. Rest of old FredBURN's family was involved in the business now, going around and around on what they were going to pick...money again being an issue. One day FredBurn shows up with a literal wooden coffin in the back of his truck. They open it and I was inside. FredBurn purchased me at an auction, hence the stark difference between my design and Fredbear's. Originally I was constructed for a big time silver screen movie. Hollywood. They had the money and they had the access to some of the most prestigious and top of the line, ahead of their time robotic, computer and tech engineers out there.

I was a special commission...and if any of these new things floating around in my system are anything to go by...I'd be willing to bet some military grade aspects made their way into me. Regardless, the movie was canceled just as shooting was about to begin. I have no idea why. To recoop on lost funds the humans sold off everything. Including the animatronic characters. Yes, there were a few others like myself made. Modeled after different animals. I do know where one of them is located but that is a story for another time.

No one wanted me thanks to a particular aspect about my design. Further to the point I wanted out of human hands so I attempted to sabotage the auction. Little things mainly like creeping people the fuck out since I was on stage. Kept staring at them, being a real dick basically.” Wave of a hand was given pausing for a moment to moisten his throat prior to continuing on. He was trying to keep this short but there was so much to tell...this was going to be a long process he knew.

Hopefully they could stay with him through the entire thing. ”I was bought for a 'steal of a deal' and given a new home at Fredbear's Diner. No...I didn't always look like a tattered mess..here.” Opening the envelope again he pulled out another photo, this one show casing the lapin years ago, fur fully intact and very brightly colored. Entire body fluffed up and well groomed with a black tie and white cuffs on his wrist, matching ones on the tarsals of the feet and a silky vest adorning his torso, silver eyes actually cheerful in their expression as he stood on stage with a guitar in hand.

”Funny fact. My original name was Springstep, that was the character I was suppose to be in the movie. The name was still copyrighted when I was brought to Fredbears, the humans changed it. Good old Fredburn's 3 year old granddaughter gave me my new name. She took one look at me, plastered herself to my leg and I swear had a smile on her face bigger than should have been humanly possible and started calling me 'Bonnie the Bunny' over and over and over. Her grandfather didn't have the heart to tell her I was clearly meant to be male...and that Bonnie...wasn't exactly a guy's name.” Orbs glanced to the current Bonnie standing alongside the others, the golden male's ears drooping back in an almost sheepish manner.

”The name halfway stuck. Springstep was a character in a popular book series for young adults...a lapin warrior meant to protect those incapable of protecting themselves. Effectively he was a monster himself, an anti-hero if I remember correctly. Supposedly the result of some fantasy spell or something gone wrong, turning a young man into this rabbit...werewolf like entity.” Now that he said it out loud...the irony was so heavy he swore he felt his body weight increase. ”Needless to say I was recognized for who I was suppose to be. And despite the staff's insistence I was a different character people knew what they saw. Eventually I came to be known as Spring-Bonnie....most people simply referred to me as Spring though, some of the kids took to calling me Golden Bonnie even.” Venting heavily through his nose, black leather twitching in response, clawed hand reached for the grimmoire style book. Wiping away countless years worth of dust a title in faded golden letters revealed what it was. ”Springstep cybernetic manual.”

Dragging it across the table he opened the cover, ancient paper creaking horribly in response suggesting it might have obtained water damage at some point. Optics cast down, thumbing through the pages at break neck speed until he came to a dead stop on a large diagram. Shoulders slumping the book was turned around, pushed forward for the others to view. ”Remember I said there was a unique feature about my build driving people away from buying me? There you have it. I was designed to work as both a cybernetic independent entity...and nothing more than a glorified robot suit for some human to puppeteer.” Index finger jabbed harshly to the overly complicated diagram, tip of the claw piercing through the top of the page, vocals dripping in disgust eyes attempting to set the book on fire with his glare.

Drawing displayed numerous over lapping layers of equally complicated design, the entire front of the beast's body baying open, revealing his internal structure for all to see, enough space between all his parts...a thick, titanium mesh cage crammed itself into his form, meant to house a small enough human. The diagram went on to show how the human would need to place themselves inside, stepping down into the legs first situating their feet in the sturrups angled into the shins, legs all robotic from the hocks down.

Arms sported a similar design, too lengthy for a human limb to reach into his hands the drawing show cased an ingenious and highly intricate design for the human to operate the wrist, hand, and fingers, their own arm ending about halfway, maybe a bit more the halfway the length of his forearm. The human's head would remain encased in the clavicle region crown of their cranium poking up slightly into the bottom of the throat. To warrant seeing, an even more elaborate set of up goggles...they looked more like something out of a sci-fi movie, had been rigged to powerful cameras set in the beast's own optics. Thus allowing the human to see the outside world unhindered.

”I...HATED...it. Being used like some costume. It was horrible, demeaning, foul...wretched...belittling and humiliating and most of all VIOLATING! I FELT them in there, twitching and moving against my most delicate workings and sensitive of parts. Pressing into the cage meant to keep THEM out of my gears! It...HURT. Every god damn fucking time they would open me up my circuits SCREAMED in unbearable AGONY! Could you imagine what it feels like to be cut open over and over and over again every fucking day of your life then roughly sewn back up and cast aside only to have the process never end?! It was alien it wasn't right! Infesting my body like a fucking parasite, stealing my form and worst off I had NO FUCKING SAY IN IT!”

Fist slammed into the wall behind him, leaving behind nothing but a gaping hole into the closet on the opposite side. Lips were peeled back in rage, optics BLAZING with the light of hell fire a thousand devils dancing within his eyes, chest heaving in great pants. He blinked, arm dropping useless to his side, shoulders hunching then drawing back as he ran both hands over his head, pushing his ears back, clawed hands trailing down the sides of his neck. ”I'm sorry...I didn't mean to become some upset. It just...its painful.” Voice was hardly above a whisper, golden lapin appearing so tired, so worn...and yet this tale was far from over.

”There was a feature to lock out the computer AI...the humans had a way to bar me from my own circuits, trapping me inside my own head. They thought I was just that...a machine with a highly intelligent AI. Fuck, even had a learning algorithm! Something completely unheard of before! They thought I was fake, artificial...nothing but the product of their own brilliant minds. But I wasn't. From the moment they made those first connections during my construction, a mistake was made. A mistake so wonderful yet over looked.

I was...ALIVE. Truly ALIVE! Not just an advanced AI. I was AWARE. I was SENTIENT. But they didn't care. My pleas went unnoticed and calls went unanswered. I was scared back then. So scared if they found out the TRUTH about me...they would tear me apart for fear of what they created! Or worse, cart me off to some lab to become nothing more than a fucking experiment.” Shudder coursed through-out his body, involuntary growl laced from his throat, angry with himself for not being able to keep composed! He couldn't stop now. He had to keep going.

”When I was brought to Fredbears...they didn't use me as a mechanical puppet for the first several months. I was happy about that. It required a shit ton of training let alone a profound knowledge of robotics to operate me as a suit. Knowledge no one at the establishment possessed. I figured I was safe. Until one of my creators decided to give the instruction manual to Fredburn. He was...one of the few humans I never had an issue with. He didn't want me to be used as a suit. Afraid something would go wrong and he wouldn't be able to fix me.

But the urging of his family to have me take center stage alongside their best Fredbear Performer...they wore him down and he caved. I was angry but I couldn't take it out on him. He was old, very old. It wasn't his fault that fucking cunt of a son of his forced him into training someone to use me.” Breath shuddered from trembling jaws, again he was on the verge of loosing control of himself but held on this time. Swallowing thickly a deep breath was taken and he continued on.

”I spent a good deal of time researching my systems. I found a loop hole in the shut out protocol. The next time a human tried to infest me...I fought back. I couldn't do much other than tense my body, working against them. Eventually they grew frustrated and quit. With every human I did this, grinding my gears and fighting back in the only way I could. I was even able to keep the panels of my torso shut tightly a few times, preventing them from even getting in! I was becoming stronger it...felt like my circuits were...growing...expanding. I felt things and sensed things I never had in the past.

As if my body was morphing, transforming...becoming alive like my mind. Still the humans persisted. I played my part on stage next to Fredbear when left alone, I entertained children and adults alike when they didn't touch me. But the pressure of the crowd to see me perform as I would have on screen, Fredburn kept trying to find SOMEONE who could operate me. I think he knew or believed to an extent I was alive. When every person who tired out for me left, he kept saying over and over 'the performer doesn't pick the bot...the bot picks the performer.'

Another human was brought on I kept with the same routine. My rage was starting to get the better of me and I grew violent in my resistance. I would snap the panels shut, lock my gears in place, come to a dead stop in the middle of a stride, once or twice I even managed full control over my form long enough to get a good buck or jump out of myself, scaring the human within aside from giving them a good jarring. The last human who tried to work with me, he was a real asshole I ALMOST killed him. And I would have too that day if it hadn't been for her.”

Haggered sigh escaped from tired lips, retrieving another photo he held it up before his exhausted eyes, muzzle splitting into the first genuine smile anyone had seen from him. He kept the picture close, gazing at it awhile longer as he spoke. ”I guess out of a sense of desperation or perhaps figuring throw all caution to the wind and why the hell not try, Fredburn highered on a fiery young woman in her early twenties to try and...well...tame me I suppose. I don't know maybe he thought since I was a male bot I didn't want a male operator or something. Frankly I didn't want any human operating me but I will not lie...the whole using me as a suit thing was pretty...intimate when you think about it. If anyone was going to be inside me I'd prefer a woman's touch.” He was dead serious in his words but the memory only caused the smile on his face to widen, if not curl up in a slightly suggestive fashion before it vanished.

”You guys would have loved her. Especially you Chica. I swear the two of you could have easily been sisters! Needless to say I found myself at a loss when she walked in, took one look at me and said 'if you snap the left quarter panel shut along with the corresponding upper right plate you'll catch his wrist in a pincher move and sever the hand clean off!' I was so stunned I lost concentration and actually DID slam one of the panels shut, stupid bastard working on me falling flat on his ass and staring up at her in rage. She just laughed it off and told him he obviously had no clue what the fuck he was doing and that I clearly was not happy with him. He'd best fuck off before he lost something important. I didn't know what to do. All I could do was just...stare...at her.

To make a long story short she was the only human I ever truly came to respect. Fuck it I even came to care for her. We were friends...good friends. She figured it out for herself, suspecting it from the beginning I was alive. She'd talk to me all the time, told me everything about herself. She took care of me, became my voice among the other humans. Made sure when I functioned on my own no one got too rough with me during games or parties, always looked out for me. Would come in hours before her shift started just to give me a good going over to make sure I was in top form. She even groomed my fur every night before leaving!

But most of all, she respected me. Not ONCE did she EVER do anything without asking me first or explaining what she was about to do. When it came time for her to use me as a suit...I was tense. I respected her but I didn't want the pain that came with the process. She sensed it when my panels resisted and stopped, only smiling at me and saying 'it's okay you don't have to.' She went and took the brunt of everything for me. Coming up with some story for the patrons and Fredburn alike as to why the performance couldn't take place.

She risked her job for me. Big thing when you consider how much humans need money to live. And after everything she'd revealed to me...I felt like an ass. She brushed it off and said when I was ready it was fine. She even asked if there was something she could do to ease the process, knowing it bothered me. She'd been over the manual...she knew...figured it out how it hurt. Of course I never really answered her. Only communicating in those little ways she always seemed to be able to catch. The next time a performance was requested I knew there was no choice this time.

But when she came to me, she was smiling and said. 'I won't EVER lock you out of your own body like everyone else had done. I trust you.' I...thought I malfunctioned when I heard that. The reason humans locked me out of my own body when they used me was a safety feature to prevent me from accidentally killing them should I move beyond their physical limits. It's true, my body is capable of far more than a human's and should a human have been within me and I did something...they'd die. I could snap their spine or crush their skull, fracture their bones or tear their very limbs out of their sockets.”

Gaze drifted over the edge of the picture still clenched in his hand, sighing heavily. He knew he was rambling at this point but he couldn't stop, everything, years and years and years worth of pain and sorrow, rage and anger, all of it came pouring out in droves. He wanted them to understand him, to know him for what and who he truly was! He wasn't just a beast, just a monster...he was so much more! He might not have been born the same way as the Fazbears, even been part of the franchise such as them, but they were linked, drawn together by one single bond. The Fazbears protected and interacted with children. At one time he had done the same. They shared a history and like it or not he was very much a part of how this all came to pass. Tongue grazed over his teeth, prodding thoughtfully against the tip of a canine before retracting inside.

”She didn't think of herself, her own life. She willingly placed her life in my grasp...to let me do as I would with it all for my personal sake. I saw it in her eyes, if I killed her, she wouldn't have held it against me. All she wanted to do was take the pain away and give me something I never had. I accepted. She was so careful, so gentle, it was almost pathetic how soft she was being. It twinged at first but vanished. I felt nothing, no pain, no agony, nothing. It was...strange. I felt her presence, her weight, but it was...I felt...whole. Like some missing part had finally been replaced. She spoke to me the entire time, not wanting to drive me but rather work with me. Said she knew I could make the calculations so our bodies would move together as one neither of us the master but neither of us the puppet. It worked...and everything changed.

Those few short years were probably the best time of my entire life...probably will be the best time I'll ever have known. From the later part of 1978 to the middle of 1981 everything was perfect. The business was highly successful, everyone was happy, owners, patrons, employees, old Fredbear kicked it up a notch himself even putting every ounce of energy in that mechanical heart of his into every little thing he did when in animatronic mode. Hell I think he even took a liking to the new person who came to mascot as him when the first guy left!

She and I...were grew close. I even interacted with her in secret like I am with you. It was so exciting, pft...hell you could have called us kids in love so caught up in their secret relationship nothing else in the world matter!” Head drew back silver eyes fixed upon the ceiling the beast smiling to himself, not caring in the least what the Fazbears thought of this, it made him happy that's all that matter. Optics fluttered shut gentle breath escaping him mind transported back through the years remember those sweet moments no one ever knew of.

”Perhaps I'm crazy but then emotions make you do things you never once thought yourself capable of doing. We had our own unique relationship our own unique form of love and we wouldn't of had it any other way. Our performances grew bolder and our interactions broader. We took risks, risks no one in their right mind would have taken. We performed on stage together but separated physically my actions all my own as we played and danced, or during the night we stood and told stories or joked on stage. The people loved it, everyone under the impression it was a programmed set up I ran through or there was another person inside controlling me. The thrill of it all we loved it. So stupid but we didn't care.

When everyone would leave for the night we'd sit together in the lounge enjoying ourselves. It was great. There was a large expanse of woods behind the Diner, we use to head out there during the cover of night and no one ever knew. The establishment became increasingly popular and soon they were hosting major events. Our favorite time was Halloween...a maze was set up around back and the woods were turned into a haunted trail. Tents were set up, live music, dancing, games, not to mention the food! God I wish I had a stomach back then I probably wouldn't have been able to contain myself!” Laughter the kind welling up from deep within, rolling thunder of a guttural joy sang forth from baying jaws! Shoulders shook with it entire body practically resonating the sound it echoed in the room, booming tones drifting down the corridors until the entire pizzeria howled with untold memories of joy!

Slowly it began to quell, dying down until it was nothing more than a churring note in his voice. ”The Haunted trail was our favorite thing. Fredburn had us set up to scare people along the trail for fun. I remember she made this mixture...something easy to wash out of my fur and not stain it...this fake blood. She'd paint me up with it, stick some ripped up clothes on me and splatter them with the stuff too, climb inside and off we'd go, playing the part of a big bad werewolf in the woods it was great everyone loved it!” Laughter faded, smile falling away from joyous lips sinking back against the counter behind him golden male using it as a means to support himself head turned down ever ounce of positive emotion he felt sucked right out of him.

”Hmph....now it seems I truly AM the monster in the woods...” voice was hardly audible, once vivid silver glow of his eyes all but vanishing gaze training upon an upturned paw, claws flexing as fingers curled into a fist. ”The second half of 1981....they say nothing can last forever and it didn't. A child was discovered murdered out back of the restaurant body discarded behind the dumpster. There was no evidence to suggest who did it, scavengers reached the corpse first stripping away any hope of discovering just how this child was killed. Business flat lined the Fredburns selling the building and all rights to their characters and content to a company known as....Fazbear Entertainment.” Now it was time, now the story truly began.

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WARNING: The following chapter contains: Foul Language, Violence, Blood, Gore, Dark Themes, Mention of Character Death.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS BY SPRINGLOCKDEATHTRAP! The chapter was so long it needed to be divided into two parts! Please see Part 2 for the rest of this chapter's content!

Anything in italics is private thoughts and or inner dialog. Anything in bold is spoken aloud. Anything bold and italic is something spoken by a previous character.

No...... expression fell into a blank mask sooped up processor kicking into overclock electrical impulses constituting the firing of neurons within the mechanized brain arching in succession so rapid it would have overloaded even the most complex of genius minds let alone fry the CPU of any other robotic entity! Mind streamed, thoughts segregated, data wrenched forth from long sealed files pouring over the abolished contents in droves. Secrets long since buried, tales meant to never be uttered on waking breath mere whispers in the dark driven by phantoms of the past.

Knowledge no one was ever meant to know, information never to see the light of day again, cast aside, walled up and left to rot...left to die alone and unknown...entombed with him. Now it was beginning to make sense pieces of the puzzle finally beginning to fall into place! Wordlessly the golden male purposefully set the cup gripped between tightening digits upon the nearest table pawed hand retracting smoothly overlaying the opposite wrist in a poised manner both tattered auditory sensors swiveling forward raised to full attention the literal satellite dishes focused intently on the Lead Singer.

Stoick gaze hardened piercing silver huen irises boring back once more into the stratosphere optics of Freddy lids sweeping over the lenses several times automatically. Why he blinked was a bit of an interesting story, little did the beast realize it too focused on the matter at hand foremost issue warranting concern having been the need to replenish himself, avoiding suspended animation shut down. For now the situation quelled, stomach chamber working dutifully of its own accord.

Ironically it felt...slowed verses prior. Quick check of the diagnostics revealed 'digesting' material such as this would require an ironically longer duration for the entire process to occur verses if he'd consumed something else. Probing deeper it came to light albeit the beast was more than capable of consuming what he desired the system he possessed wasn't truly meant for handling certain compounds. It could certainly extract whatever nutrients were available from the product save the actual effort his body had to put out changed to accomplish this changed with different items.

In organic terms, the golden hare fell into one of the animal kingdom's categories in separation of dietary requirements. He was, at his core, a carnivore...designed specifically for living off the tissue of other beings. In hardship the lapin's body could make use of other sources save for the fact it required a longer time to distill warranting a turn over in the normal method of digestion....changing levels of enzymes and acids....the whole nine yards. Pizza would have been more easily broken down had the male been an omnivore...consuming both flesh and plant materials...or even a vegetarian not unlike his real life counterpart.

Constituting mostly refined vegetation matter, dough created from flour and yeast, sauce the result of tomatoes...cheese was the only line walker...made of dairy something produced with the milk of cows....all in all the hare's simulated track did the best it could with what had been given. For now it was a saving grace, just enough to prevent the beast from lapsing into a less than desirable state. Still, if this was anything to go by as a general rule...he would need to set up a means to nourish himself appropriately by the following evening at latest.

Mentally a genuine if not unnerving smile formed upon mention of the ecstatic avian. Oh, he could already imagine...no...see Chica's delight in receiving the news of his fueling requirements! Beast had to give the bird credit, she could sure as fucking hell cook! Despite practically stuffing the pizza down his gullet the hare did in deed take the time to savor his meal. Now more than ever he found himself curious as to Chica's version of the recipe. The thought brought a minor wave of salivation to his maw, resulting gush of fluid quickly swallowed the male steeling himself against trepidation into daydreaming such things. Now was not the appropriate time. Still....he couldn't help the sneaking suspicion her version of a 'pizza pie' entailed quite a large sum of fresh meat...if not one kind in particular should the opportunity present itself to acquire it.

Hare couldn't help but muse on the notion of Chica possibly being sensitive to the consumption of chicken...considering she was modeled after one. Albeit the mildly flightless birds were known for readily being cannibals, pecking one another to death and eating them should they sense illness or weakness from a fellow flock mate, despite the presence of more than adequate food. It was something to ponder in his spare time. If anything he'd gingerly approach the situation for his own sake. He'd rather not be on the receiving end of the fury he was more than confident in the femme capable of unleashing.

Bemused state vanished no sooner than it appeared, silvery gaze growing steely claws tapping gently on the back of his wrist, pawed hands still laced over one another in front of him heel of the palm resting over the longer pile fur covering the male's groin area. Muzzle inclined several degrees, breath venting evenly through the nostril vents. Blinking again the abomination only continued to stare facial plates shifting minutely under the simulated muscle and fur expression itself hardening in serious thought brow furrowing in concentration edges of the maw twitching corners pursing into a thin frown. Lips drew tight across the weapon filled mouth silicone-ballistic tongue pressed firmly against the upper palette jaw line tensing the hare seeming to suck on the serpent laced between his teeth.

Optics shifted in their sockets the hare making not the slightest attempt to hide the evidence he was searching the Ursa's face assessing his entire being for any indication he was being anything other than truthful in his words. This was beyond serious, more than Freddy even realized. If he knew the truth...he wouldn't have spoken like this. No...he was jumping to far ahead of himself, he couldn't be sure...not yet...he needed more time more information but he couldn't leave this as it were...it...grated him. Powerful chest rose and fell silently with every intake and exhale of air cycling through his body. Too life like...one might expect only the upper region of the structure the pectoral section...little difficult to make out exactly the intended muscle structure in comparison to a human seeing as the anatomy was rather animal like...rib cage molded into a semi-barrel keel like structure....to be the only thing moving in succession to the cycling of air. It wasn't.

In true mortal fashion, both the chest and ribcage expanded and contracted, diaphragm...the area under the front of the ribs swept up to connect to the sternum...a major soft spot on humans...moved in sync with the rest of the torso. 'Breathing' simulation in robotic film entities had been done before save they always lacked in the proper motion in the abdomen possessed by humans to warrant believable breathing. The effect was...more than unnerving with the golden monster. If it wasn't for the restored metallic shine of the titanium hide on clear display on his neck and lower limbs...even his fellow bots would've mistaken him for flesh and blood.

Lengthy limbs squared under his frame, paws shifting silently across the tile rolling on the ball of the foot settling down with care preventing the talons from clacking down. Knees straightened with ankles poising, drawing himself to full height. Shoulders squared hydraulics coiling within eyelids narrowing in blunted composure. He wasn't ridged in stance, merely...imposing. It wasn't done out of ill will or any form of malice...simply the hare's inward emotions shadowing themselves upon his form, very essence of the monster radiating an energy of deep contemplation, a heavy seriousness as if the weight of the world had been thrust upon the beast's shoulders, body reacting in an attempt to brace the burden thrust upon him.

Brow rose intricately in response to Freddy's own behavior. While the monster was certainly grateful, hell he was flat out thankful for the Singer's attentiveness to his personal complications...never once failing to remember the beast was a creature wholly out of his element...very respectful of any possible triggers...he couldn't help but wish the bear was a bit more...blunt. Not so much in his wording...the Singer never once minced his language...he was straight forward from the start...it just...alright now he was being picky. Perhaps he was still a little on edge himself...okay that was a lie. He was VERY much on edge...but not for the reasons more than likely streaming through the Leader's mind as possibilities.

Mentally he sighed, needing to remind himself momentarily the bear was use to spending his days with young children and unpredictable band mates during the night. Every stepped needed to be calculated exactly, each word chosen with care and consideration. He was a nurturer...it was part of being a leader. Freddy was a little out of his own element with the hare...aside from never having encountered an entity such as him the Ursa wasn't exactly predispositioned to dealing with a being of completely mature standards. He wasn't use to working with adults of his own kind.

Ironic actually, the male wondering how the leader would take it when he was made aware of exactly how old the lapin was. The other bots...while adults in their own manner...still held a childish composition to them. Of course this could simply be a lay over effect from working with children for so long some of the organic traits bound to rub off on the performers over the years. It could have been part of their programming, granting them an easier time interacting with children if they, themselves, possessed a few child like mindsets. Chica's enthusiasm let alone the reckless vibe and daring attitude coupled with her argumentative nature put on display thus far reminded the beast of a hard knocks child. The only girl in a large family of all boys, which she was.

Bonnie gave off a vibe of being closer to Freddy in terms of personality save a smugness lurking just under the surface. Inquisitive, curious by nature he granted the impression of the nerdy kid in school who was fed up with bullies and decided to lash back. Using his smarts to antagonize subsequently gaining the upper hand in a situation. Freddy aired the presence of the big brother, still young in his own right but forced to mature beyond his years in a very short period of time...someone robbed of their childhood and made to face the ugly truth of the world well before his time. Leading was an incredible responsibility to shoulder Freddy toeing the line between success and crumbling under the pressure.

If only he could lesson the strain...unfortunately he would only add to it. Conflicted...he felt mangled, twisted up inside, rotten to the core as if any moment the old welded shut plating of his body might split open any moment pouring his taint plain as day for all to see. He didn't want to tell them...he didn't want to complicate matters even more than they already were. All he wanted to do was whisk the burden off their shoulders, free them of this life they never once asked for and burn in hell alone.

They didn't deserve this...it wasn't right! What permission did he possess to tear their world asunder?! Weary, wary...but still naïve...still wet behind the ears. For all they suffered it was not enough to satisfy reality's sense of cruelty for sick jokes. He couldn't prolong this, they had a right a know if he didn't tell they it was only a matter of time until the evidence presented itself to them. Honest was the best policy even if it only brought pain. They needed to hear it straight from the horse's mouth.

Expression laxed...poor Foxy. Tattered ears fell limp alongside his skull, tip of the unbroken one drooping so low it touched the edge of his shoulder. Steely gaze melted away overridden by a gentle glow as if pale moonlight shown from those silvery optics. Lips loosened jaw cracking open only to shut soundlessly the beast lost for words. Shoulders slumped mechanical muscle through out his entire frame giving way to something endearing..friendly even. Emotion shown in full mask falling away essence of pain and sorrow betrayed anger and latent rage begrudging notion of what new hell he was about to unleash...he didn't want to do this. Pain...all he ever knew these days...since the moment months prior...perhaps longer...agony consumed him rage embraced him. Misery haunted his steps with fate laughing maniacally in his face.

If he didn't think the canine would jump out of his own skin the golden beast would have offered a kind gesture, instead he stood rooted on the spot, tail hanging limp from the spinal strut, end of it curling around the side of his thigh, hugging tightly to the fake muscle in a submissive manner. Head bowed with optics cast down muzzle turning partly from the fox's direction in a mixture of emotions. His earlier outburst more than likely added fuel to the fire of the pirate's growing sense of paranoia timidness. This wasn't the Foxy he once knew merely a shadow of his former self. Flame huen pelt lay flat practically plastered to the pirate's body form shrinking under the shadow of the carnivorous lapin. In nature, hares cowered before the cunning might of the fiery furred predator now stood the opposite as if the hunter became the hunted. In one horrible way...it was true.

What happened to the Fire Fox Captain of old? Where had the ballsy sailor of limitless courage and unbridled adventure gone? What became of the awe inspiring character retelling stories of great battles against denizens of the deep and daring journeys through dangerous jungles in search of limitless treasure? Fleeting glance shot in the direction of Pirate's Cove...orbs lingering on the hastily made sign written in brush stroked letters, Sorry. Out of Order. Foxy...couldn't even bring himself to perform for the children any more?

No...it couldn't be...it wasn't possible! Telling tales of the high seas was the absolute highlight of the fox's existence! He remembered it just like it was yesterday...fuck it WAS very much yesterday to him...past months feeling like a horrible nightmare...worn but proud the pirate standing tall in the cove, animated with a vigorous energy enough to make him human! Children bunched in groups around the little stage, mouths open in awestruck star gaze lost in the imaginary world turned real, enraptured in the empowering tales of Foxy the Fire Fox Pirate, crosser of blades with Black Beard and the only one to survive the attack of the Kraken!

Proximity sensors blared to life in his mind, abruptly snapping the beast back to reality. Stance stiffened watching silently as Foxy slipped away into the shadows. Something was moving to his right, broken ear perking up swiveling on the base rotating out in triangulation of the sound. He recognized the ped falls immediately. Façade restored in a heart beat the beast reiterating himself masking emotion and though alike steeling himself once more into the collected apex predator of his core. Expression grew firm albeit curiosity betrayed itself in those silvery optics pale glow returning to its previous shine. He needed a distraction, internally mind fish tailing near out of control!

Chica presented the perfect opportunity. She was straight forward, hid nothing easy for him to concentrate on. He couldn't deny the presence of a fellow hunter served to relax him despite what Freddy might think. It felt nice to not be made into a freak more than he already was. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out blood had been shed through the means of these bots hands...but Chica was the one most readily and eager. The trigger...correction...stab-happy by the looks of the meat fork... avian serving the role as a volatile attack dog kept on its chain until such a time it was needed.

Before she was even a quarter of the way down the hall the golden predator's entire demeanor changed in one fell swoop as if someone flipped a switch in his processor..more than likely the case as it were...by the lapin's own hand no doubt...making for this almost polaroid change in personality. Keen optics caught sight of the muted yellow feathers in the peripheral vision, frame drawn up to full imposing height, shoulders squared ears held at a 45 degree angle flicked back along the skull muzzle tilted down a notch with orbs focused solely on Freddy as if the occurrence with Foxy never took place.

Nothing less than prime predatory grace oozed from every inch of lapin, brow set expression drawn in the wisdom of a survivor. He had to give the femme credit once more, she was without a doubt fearless, strolling up with a confirmed laxness a human might label more appropriately as 'reckless abandon.' The hare couldn't blame her, he found himself as fascinated by her as she did him. In true predatory fashion Chica seized the moment, pouncing on the opportunity between words of the conversation, thrusting her beak in the middle of everything.

Whether she realized let alone cared the two beings were still engaged in a conversation of their own was left to wonder the hare cocking an eyebrow when Chica wasn't looking. She was ballsy alright...maybe she could give Foxy some of his confidence back. It was a thought none the less. Orbs flickered, caught by the harsh glint reflected off the lazily spinning weapon between the avian's fingers. She knew how to handle the impromptu weapon question rising in his mind as to how exactly she came to choose this as her offensive tool. He was sure it was quite the tale!

Muzzle dipped, piercing stare falling upon the shorter frame of Chica. No sooner had she set eyes on him did instinct tell she was sizing him up, checking for weaknesses like any good hunter would. She was quick on the draw but she could do with learning the art of subtly. Thoughts brimmed with the possible protesting outcomes to such a suggestion but should he be the one to offer she might just take it. He already found himself admiring the female for her sense of determination and willingness to put herself out there.

If he had to guess she learned what she did through means of children rough-housing let alone any media content she was able to get her hands on. Some of it might have been basic instinct....it wouldn't surprise him...considering what he knew...the rest probably her own system of trial and error. Orbs merely continued to regard the female with a gentlemen quality not once hinting at anything more than simple observation. The joints on any creature be it mechanical or biological was always a logical first choice to attack, they were never not a weakness.

While he was confident the avian could strike with the force of a dumbbell behind her unless she possessed an endo-skeleton composed of something other than a carbon-fiber steel laced structure...if she struck him..she'd more than likely end up snapping her own wrist off at best if not compromise the entire structure of her arm let alone frame at worst. Her weapon of choice was sturdy but it would fold like a napkin against the reinforced titanium hide hidden mostly under his pelt.

Wedging something between his joints wouldn't fair well either. Under the leather like material covering the sections countless intricate yet immensely strong jointed ribbed titanium plates covered the actual flex point under it. Leather like covering was merely an aesthetic attribute. Should Chica strike him there she'd be in for one hell of a surprise and unless she too possessed a form of on-board advanced scanners there was no way she would be capable of knowing in advanced how far the titanium hide extended upon his form should she use his neck and feet as points of advancement.

The beast didn't wish to become overly reliant on his own scanners but it didn't hurt to cross reference his theories against the hard data. Poly-carbon urethane shell protected most her body much in the same fashion as Freddy's under her feathery pelt. Joint caps aided to shield the actuators and hydraulics of her mechanical muscles, fitted to her form it offered good protection seeing as the metallic hue he'd been use to viewing on the older Fazbears was none present to the elements. Looks like the humans managed to do something right for once.

If he had to attack...the main connection the largest joint in her body...the cut between lower abdomen and pelvis was her weakest point. While she flexed directly under the pectoral struts lower abdomen was fairly solid until the bottom of the rib cage...meaning her torso was actually constructed in three pieces not counting the pelvis...making it the forth. If he were to strip the feathers and impact absorbing foam away from this area he was sure to find the core mechanical guts of the female. To allow her to bend and flex as she did...just like a human she couldn't be solid here otherwise she'd have a sever lack in her range of movement. He was constructed in a fluid flowing form...countless overlaying and interlocking panels plates and ribbing all shifting in the same exact fashion as organic tissue.

Regardless there would be a lack of protective plating for Chica in this area...unless she made some modifications to herself. The only thing granting her any form of protection would have been the layers of cushioning thick foam responsible for giving her a pudgy appearance. All he had to do was drive a fist straight through this region, twist his arm up, take hold of the solid edge of the body cavity while placing a foot on her pelvis and with a harsh twist to snap, if not at least mangle, the spinal strut and yank upwards he'd tear her body in half. Now he was curious...was Chica aware of this particular weakness of hers? Perhaps a conversation with her sometime might reveal this knowledge. He said nothing, only blinking in response to her statement, politely remaining quite. Despite himself the beast could not help but allow the corners of his maw to turn upwards in a cunning smile.

This wasn't the time for indulgence and Freddy knew it the Ursa quickly becoming agitated with the femme. Sadly, the lapin found himself agreeing with the bear. As much as it pained him to turn down the opportunity of a wonderfully horrid conversation with the blood lusting avian, pressing matters were at hand teetering on the cusp of what might very well be great destruction or great triumph. He knew he shouldn't encourage the avian's rebellious behavior it just wasn't right. Freddy was the leader here not him. He had no right to take the reigns on this let alone run the risk of making this more complicated and stressful for the Singer than it needed to be. He was caught between a rock and a hard place for sure but he wasn't about to be rude to the overzealous bird. Cranium tilted, eyes shuttering themselves leaning forward just a tad when Chica presented her prized possession to him.

Ears turned forward showcasing he was in fact listening to what she was saying orbs trained on every minute twitch she made. He was no fool and she knew it, she knew he knew she could spin the fork around and jab him...probably his eyes were his only real weak point. Metal coating of his neck was near impenetrable save for by a blow torch probably. With all the moving parts contained on the inside there wasn't much left in terms of vulnerability on him. Sure, she could always cause superficial damage and disorient him with waves of agonizing pain but even taking out his eyes wouldn't hinder him completely. He still had his scanners and a protective cashing around the delicate electronics of his processor ensured anything penetrating through the optical region would cause as little damage to his internal wiring as possible.

The lapin readily understood Freddy's irritation, from this angle it did appear as if Chica was only egging the beast on. Contrary to thought the hare found it rather amusing. Still, it wasn't his place nor the appropriate time to squabble over something so petty as far as he was concerned. Again he appreciated the Ursa's mindfulness of his stressful awakening but this seemed to be more an internal 'family' issue than actually having anything to do with him. Nary a second before the brown bear interrupted did he reach out, palm turned upwards revealing the glossy black leather pad on his paw like hand and fingers, digits splayed out claws the size of a lion's tinking softly against the stainless steel of the cutlery...object spun from his near grasp Chica's words dieing in her throat as she was pulled back half a stride. Blinking the hare straightened, remaining silent during the two's encounter. He couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt at Chica's words. If only she knew how MONSTROUS he truly was.

It remained the same, nothing changing save for the fizzling of tempers between the two, Chica glaring off to the side in a forced submissive manner not unlike a wolf put down by their alpha. Still fuming the avian muttered a response before trudging off steps heavy down the hall the beast offered her a sense of dignity, averting his gaze as she retreated. Only once the haggered sigh of Freddy reached his auds and the sound of annoyed grumbling echoed through the corridors did the lapin move. Unrecognizable expression etched upon the hyper realistic features, longer than normal and uniquely tapered lapin muzzle turning completely to face the bear. Silver optics hardened, searching the Singer's form once more for any hidden alternatives...”No need to apologize it's perfectly alright. She is a fiery one alright.” vocals rumbled forth smooth guttural tones swirling around the Ursa like a storm.

Taking a step forward gaze cast down the hall, auds pulled forward before falling back into the odd position he seemed to prefer keeping them in. ”She's got energy she needs to burn it off every now and then. I know I have no place to say this but I will offer it as a suggestion. While I understand you readily cannot allow her to shed blood as she pleases...perhaps directing her energy to something similar will suffice.” Brow furrowed in seriousness. ”Provided I stay I would offer to give her an outlet. Sparring can be quite fun not to mention serve as a stress reliever and help form bonds. She is strong but I can take a hit. I'll be sure to set limiters on myself so as not to accidentally hurt her.” Ghost of a smile creased his lips silver orbs softening with the words only for it to fade as quickly as it came.

”I believe I might have an answer for you regarding Foxy's behavior...as well as what could very well be responsible for this curse you speak of. I thank you for the respect concerning Withered. You would be correct in the assumption he was the one I knew personally along with his band. Thank you for letting me know. When I awoke in the back room I was curious as to what became of them. When I saw everyone on stage I assumed the others had either been completely scrapped or they were recycled into you. Honestly it surprises me the humans would be so caring to give the old band a new lease on life in a sense. Then again money was more than likely the issue. Humans and their damned money.” Lips peeled partway into a snarl vocals shunting out the last sentence with heated disgust. Closing his mouth the golden male swallowed thickly, dislodging the lump rising in his throat in regard to the new hell he was about to welcome the Fazbears into.

”I should rephrase my earlier statement regarding staying....rather I should have said whether YOU want me to stay. There is information I must give...a story I must tell....and I am afraid it will leave the most foul taste in your mouth. All I ask is that you hear me out. Make your decision afterwords as to if I stay or go. I will not force my presence upon you nor make you feel obligated to grant me sanctuary simply for the reason I am cybernetic.” Cranium inclined spinning on the balls of his feet in a fluid motion, hydraulics gliding effortlessly the golden beast made for the corridor towards the old room from which he emerged. ”Follow me. You ALL need to hear this.”

Stride fell in a rolling gate, muzzle tipping over the leading edge of his shoulder to make sure the Ursa followed, Freddy more than likely being forced into a jog to match the liquid gait of the lapin's immense stride. If his pace was anything to foreshadow what was so important...it must have been unlike anything else. In no time flat he was upon the three grumbling bots, tempers beginning to sizzle as they worked to clear away the damage and re-frame the wall...the male having not been kind in his break for freedom.

Raising both palms before him in a silent gesture of submission, intending no harm to them, the male hunched over, forced to curl himself up to fit through the old doorway. Pawed hand jutted from the dark hole motioning for them to follow...”come here, there is something you all need to be made aware of.” Not even waiting for a response the abomination vanished into the blackness sound of his claws scraping against the wall, dull illumination sparking in the room, several lights in the ceiling flicker spastically to life indicating he found the correct switch.

”Welcome to hell.” deep vocals growled, head bowing and shoulders hunching he gestured about the room, bracing most of his weight against a long table causing the ancient thing to groan under the strain of supporting him. ”Ignore the mess in the wash basin I'll clean that up.” Back was to the group, head nodding off to the far right corner of the room the beast preoccupied with scouring through a large bookcase for something. He knew Chica would more than likely investigate, the room itself stank of death and decay now splashed with the scent of a recently made kill.

Should any of them inquire to the large sink in the corner they'd find a pile of blood drenched cloth...shredded remains of the former night watchmen's clothes...shoes laying on the floor crimson staining the cold steel interior of the sink. A watch lay almost forgotten upon the counter, splattered with cold, coagulating blood. What looked like a pair of keys, glasses, and a wallet were strewn about the surface all of is encrusted with viscera indicating the monster lapin probably plucked the contents out of the man's clothes once he ate him. ”Leave the wallet and keys where they are please. Those will be required for use soon.”

Attention shifted back the lapin now placing several items on the large table. One of the items looked to be a journal...the other was a heavily dust laiden bin full of old cassette tapes thankfully secure in their protective casings. Returning to the shelves the beast continued his frantic search, pulling out item after item, reaching back behind a shelf at one point to draw something out of it. Everything in hand he laid it out on the table...an actual cassette player for the tapes...rolls of dingy yellow paper...more than likely plans or blueprints of some sort.

Turning away one final time the lapin returned holding a massive leather bound book thicker than even a state wide telephone manuscript! It hit the table with an almost scary thud...layers of grime obscuring the title from proper view. Heaving a sight, silver optics flickering over the group he drew his right hand up, laying what looked to be an old and rather torn guard uniform upon the table...a purple...colored uniform...and a manilla envelope.

”Freddy knows this first part however I shall repeat it for your sake. Knowing this information is integral to what I am about to tell you.” Both palms rested, gripping the edge of the table sliding apart to bare his weight. Drawing breath the beast cleared his throat...and began. ”I am far older than I actually appear. As of recent I've undergone advanced upgrades, but even prior to those I am an entity well beyond the time to which I was born. I did not begin my life as part of the Fazbear Franchise. Rather I was brought into it prior. I do not know how much you are aware of your own history. Thus I apologize in advance should any of this be a repeat. But I digress, all of this is key factor to one point.” Silver optics fixed the four bots with an intense stare. ”Your freedom.” Reaching over the male gently plucked one of the mangy yellowed rolls of paper from its pile, carefully spreading it out, using two small stones he found on the floor to pin the edges down.

”This photo once hung on the wall of the FIRST Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.” Clawed finger pointed out the faded name on top of the large building in the picture. ”This...is Fredbear's Family Diner. The origin point of everything. Built in 1975 it was a small time, private owned restaurant dedicated to family fun. It quickly grew in popularity becoming the talk of the town. In 1978 it was rebuilt, expanded to four times its size, now catering to patrons of all ages. Children and families during the day and adults at night.

Still owned by a single family the man responsible for its construction one Charlie FredBURN...the establishment a play on words with his name apparently he was often related to a bear whenever people first met him. To further increase their business it was decided to include the addition of performers...entertainers again for children and adults alike. After going around about it for awhile it was decided...for the sake of saving money. To combine two of the best ideas they came up with.”

Pause was given, making sure the others were still following along with all this. ”Ever wonder why you are known as a generation 4...Freddy? When you've only physically seen one if not two previous incarnations of yourself?” Right hand took up the manilla envelope, pulling a time worn but still clearly visible picture out. Tentatively it was placed on top of the currently rolled out portrait....the photograph of a brand new...GOLDEN animatronic bear holding a resemblance to Freddy himself.

”THIS...is your first incarnation. Fredbear was his name. Unique feature of this bot he was designed with the sole purpose of being both animatronic performer...and...mascoting suit. Yes. He was built with a unique cavity inside his body large enough for a HUMAN to crawl inside and operate him like a giant puppet.” Venom laced his words pawed hands curling into fists...the beast clearly taking high offense to this atrocity. Growling lowly to himself the lapin shook his head, steely optics blinking as he forced himself under control.

”Do not pine for him. His construction was...simplistic compared to your own. He did not feel anything save perhaps the warmth generated by a human taking up residence within him like a parasite. It was part of his purpose, a large piece of his programming and he made the most of it even if occasionally he did complain about feeling...sweaty. Stupid meat sacks didn't readily clean him after every use. And yes...I know this for a fact. I was there. I came on the scene several months after his grand day view. When the humans weren't there in the wee hours of the morning I use to help him sanitize himself.”

Sigh vented heavily through the leather nose, features almost seeming to age upon the male. ”Fredbear was such a success it was decided to bring a secondary character into the mix. In animatronic mode, he was a singer just like Freddy. In suit mode...he did whatever the human inside commanded of him. He enjoyed what he could. Seemed to take the most pride in stand up comedy when used as a suit. Something about a cartoon, brightly colored bear cracking lewd jokes during adult only hours always got the crowd going. I think it was the laughter he enjoyed.

With Fredbear as a singer most of the time, humans decided to give him a band mate. Rest of old FredBURN's family was involved in the business now, going around and around on what they were going to pick...money again being an issue. One day FredBurn shows up with a literal wooden coffin in the back of his truck. They open it and I was inside. FredBurn purchased me at an auction, hence the stark difference between my design and Fredbear's. Originally I was constructed for a big time silver screen movie. Hollywood. They had the money and they had the access to some of the most prestigious and top of the line, ahead of their time robotic, computer and tech engineers out there.

I was a special commission...and if any of these new things floating around in my system are anything to go by...I'd be willing to bet some military grade aspects made their way into me. Regardless, the movie was canceled just as shooting was about to begin. I have no idea why. To recoop on lost funds the humans sold off everything. Including the animatronic characters. Yes, there were a few others like myself made. Modeled after different animals. I do know where one of them is located but that is a story for another time.

No one wanted me thanks to a particular aspect about my design. Further to the point I wanted out of human hands so I attempted to sabotage the auction. Little things mainly like creeping people the fuck out since I was on stage. Kept staring at them, being a real dick basically.” Wave of a hand was given pausing for a moment to moisten his throat prior to continuing on. He was trying to keep this short but there was so much to tell...this was going to be a long process he knew.

Hopefully they could stay with him through the entire thing. ”I was bought for a 'steal of a deal' and given a new home at Fredbear's Diner. No...I didn't always look like a tattered mess..here.” Opening the envelope again he pulled out another photo, this one show casing the lapin years ago, fur fully intact and very brightly colored. Entire body fluffed up and well groomed with a black tie and white cuffs on his wrist, matching ones on the tarsals of the feet and a silky vest adorning his torso, silver eyes actually cheerful in their expression as he stood on stage with a guitar in hand.

”Funny fact. My original name was Springstep, that was the character I was suppose to be in the movie. The name was still copyrighted when I was brought to Fredbears, the humans changed it. Good old Fredburn's 3 year old granddaughter gave me my new name. She took one look at me, plastered herself to my leg and I swear had a smile on her face bigger than should have been humanly possible and started calling me 'Bonnie the Bunny' over and over and over. Her grandfather didn't have the heart to tell her I was clearly meant to be male...and that Bonnie...wasn't exactly a guy's name.” Orbs glanced to the current Bonnie standing alongside the others, the golden male's ears drooping back in an almost sheepish manner.

”The name halfway stuck. Springstep was a character in a popular book series for young adults...a lapin warrior meant to protect those incapable of protecting themselves. Effectively he was a monster himself, an anti-hero if I remember correctly. Supposedly the result of some fantasy spell or something gone wrong, turning a young man into this rabbit...werewolf like entity.” Now that he said it out loud...the irony was so heavy he swore he felt his body weight increase. ”Needless to say I was recognized for who I was suppose to be. And despite the staff's insistence I was a different character people knew what they saw. Eventually I came to be known as Spring-Bonnie....most people simply referred to me as Spring though, some of the kids took to calling me Golden Bonnie even.” Venting heavily through his nose, black leather twitching in response, clawed hand reached for the grimmoire style book. Wiping away countless years worth of dust a title in faded golden letters revealed what it was. ”Springstep cybernetic manual.”

Dragging it across the table he opened the cover, ancient paper creaking horribly in response suggesting it might have obtained water damage at some point. Optics cast down, thumbing through the pages at break neck speed until he came to a dead stop on a large diagram. Shoulders slumping the book was turned around, pushed forward for the others to view. ”Remember I said there was a unique feature about my build driving people away from buying me? There you have it. I was designed to work as both a cybernetic independent entity...and nothing more than a glorified robot suit for some human to puppeteer.” Index finger jabbed harshly to the overly complicated diagram, tip of the claw piercing through the top of the page, vocals dripping in disgust eyes attempting to set the book on fire with his glare.

Drawing displayed numerous over lapping layers of equally complicated design, the entire front of the beast's body baying open, revealing his internal structure for all to see, enough space between all his parts...a thick, titanium mesh cage crammed itself into his form, meant to house a small enough human. The diagram went on to show how the human would need to place themselves inside, stepping down into the legs first situating their feet in the sturrups angled into the shins, legs all robotic from the hocks down.

Arms sported a similar design, too lengthy for a human limb to reach into his hands the drawing show cased an ingenious and highly intricate design for the human to operate the wrist, hand, and fingers, their own arm ending about halfway, maybe a bit more the halfway the length of his forearm. The human's head would remain encased in the clavicle region crown of their cranium poking up slightly into the bottom of the throat. To warrant seeing, an even more elaborate set of up goggles...they looked more like something out of a sci-fi movie, had been rigged to powerful cameras set in the beast's own optics. Thus allowing the human to see the outside world unhindered.

”I...HATED...it. Being used like some costume. It was horrible, demeaning, foul...wretched...belittling and humiliating and most of all VIOLATING! I FELT them in there, twitching and moving against my most delicate workings and sensitive of parts. Pressing into the cage meant to keep THEM out of my gears! It...HURT. Every god damn fucking time they would open me up my circuits SCREAMED in unbearable AGONY! Could you imagine what it feels like to be cut open over and over and over again every fucking day of your life then roughly sewn back up and cast aside only to have the process never end?! It was alien it wasn't right! Infesting my body like a fucking parasite, stealing my form and worst off I had NO FUCKING SAY IN IT!”

Fist slammed into the wall behind him, leaving behind nothing but a gaping hole into the closet on the opposite side. Lips were peeled back in rage, optics BLAZING with the light of hell fire a thousand devils dancing within his eyes, chest heaving in great pants. He blinked, arm dropping useless to his side, shoulders hunching then drawing back as he ran both hands over his head, pushing his ears back, clawed hands trailing down the sides of his neck. ”I'm sorry...I didn't mean to become some upset. It just...its painful.” Voice was hardly above a whisper, golden lapin appearing so tired, so worn...and yet this tale was far from over.

”There was a feature to lock out the computer AI...the humans had a way to bar me from my own circuits, trapping me inside my own head. They thought I was just that...a machine with a highly intelligent AI. Fuck, even had a learning algorithm! Something completely unheard of before! They thought I was fake, artificial...nothing but the product of their own brilliant minds. But I wasn't. From the moment they made those first connections during my construction, a mistake was made. A mistake so wonderful yet over looked.

I was...ALIVE. Truly ALIVE! Not just an advanced AI. I was AWARE. I was SENTIENT. But they didn't care. My pleas went unnoticed and calls went unanswered. I was scared back then. So scared if they found out the TRUTH about me...they would tear me apart for fear of what they created! Or worse, cart me off to some lab to become nothing more than a fucking experiment.” Shudder coursed through-out his body, involuntary growl laced from his throat, angry with himself for not being able to keep composed! He couldn't stop now. He had to keep going.

”When I was brought to Fredbears...they didn't use me as a mechanical puppet for the first several months. I was happy about that. It required a shit ton of training let alone a profound knowledge of robotics to operate me as a suit. Knowledge no one at the establishment possessed. I figured I was safe. Until one of my creators decided to give the instruction manual to Fredburn. He was...one of the few humans I never had an issue with. He didn't want me to be used as a suit. Afraid something would go wrong and he wouldn't be able to fix me.

But the urging of his family to have me take center stage alongside their best Fredbear Performer...they wore him down and he caved. I was angry but I couldn't take it out on him. He was old, very old. It wasn't his fault that fucking cunt of a son of his forced him into training someone to use me.” Breath shuddered from trembling jaws, again he was on the verge of loosing control of himself but held on this time. Swallowing thickly a deep breath was taken and he continued on.

”I spent a good deal of time researching my systems. I found a loop hole in the shut out protocol. The next time a human tried to infest me...I fought back. I couldn't do much other than tense my body, working against them. Eventually they grew frustrated and quit. With every human I did this, grinding my gears and fighting back in the only way I could. I was even able to keep the panels of my torso shut tightly a few times, preventing them from even getting in! I was becoming stronger it...felt like my circuits were...growing...expanding. I felt things and sensed things I never had in the past.

As if my body was morphing, transforming...becoming alive like my mind. Still the humans persisted. I played my part on stage next to Fredbear when left alone, I entertained children and adults alike when they didn't touch me. But the pressure of the crowd to see me perform as I would have on screen, Fredburn kept trying to find SOMEONE who could operate me. I think he knew or believed to an extent I was alive. When every person who tired out for me left, he kept saying over and over 'the performer doesn't pick the bot...the bot picks the performer.'

Another human was brought on I kept with the same routine. My rage was starting to get the better of me and I grew violent in my resistance. I would snap the panels shut, lock my gears in place, come to a dead stop in the middle of a stride, once or twice I even managed full control over my form long enough to get a good buck or jump out of myself, scaring the human within aside from giving them a good jarring. The last human who tried to work with me, he was a real asshole I ALMOST killed him. And I would have too that day if it hadn't been for her.”

Haggered sigh escaped from tired lips, retrieving another photo he held it up before his exhausted eyes, muzzle splitting into the first genuine smile anyone had seen from him. He kept the picture close, gazing at it awhile longer as he spoke. ”I guess out of a sense of desperation or perhaps figuring throw all caution to the wind and why the hell not try, Fredburn highered on a fiery young woman in her early twenties to try and...well...tame me I suppose. I don't know maybe he thought since I was a male bot I didn't want a male operator or something. Frankly I didn't want any human operating me but I will not lie...the whole using me as a suit thing was pretty...intimate when you think about it. If anyone was going to be inside me I'd prefer a woman's touch.” He was dead serious in his words but the memory only caused the smile on his face to widen, if not curl up in a slightly suggestive fashion before it vanished.

”You guys would have loved her. Especially you Chica. I swear the two of you could have easily been sisters! Needless to say I found myself at a loss when she walked in, took one look at me and said 'if you snap the left quarter panel shut along with the corresponding upper right plate you'll catch his wrist in a pincher move and sever the hand clean off!' I was so stunned I lost concentration and actually DID slam one of the panels shut, stupid bastard working on me falling flat on his ass and staring up at her in rage. She just laughed it off and told him he obviously had no clue what the fuck he was doing and that I clearly was not happy with him. He'd best fuck off before he lost something important. I didn't know what to do. All I could do was just...stare...at her.

To make a long story short she was the only human I ever truly came to respect. Fuck it I even came to care for her. We were friends...good friends. She figured it out for herself, suspecting it from the beginning I was alive. She'd talk to me all the time, told me everything about herself. She took care of me, became my voice among the other humans. Made sure when I functioned on my own no one got too rough with me during games or parties, always looked out for me. Would come in hours before her shift started just to give me a good going over to make sure I was in top form. She even groomed my fur every night before leaving!

But most of all, she respected me. Not ONCE did she EVER do anything without asking me first or explaining what she was about to do. When it came time for her to use me as a suit...I was tense. I respected her but I didn't want the pain that came with the process. She sensed it when my panels resisted and stopped, only smiling at me and saying 'it's okay you don't have to.' She went and took the brunt of everything for me. Coming up with some story for the patrons and Fredburn alike as to why the performance couldn't take place.

She risked her job for me. Big thing when you consider how much humans need money to live. And after everything she'd revealed to me...I felt like an ass. She brushed it off and said when I was ready it was fine. She even asked if there was something she could do to ease the process, knowing it bothered me. She'd been over the manual...she knew...figured it out how it hurt. Of course I never really answered her. Only communicating in those little ways she always seemed to be able to catch. The next time a performance was requested I knew there was no choice this time.

But when she came to me, she was smiling and said. 'I won't EVER lock you out of your own body like everyone else had done. I trust you.' I...thought I malfunctioned when I heard that. The reason humans locked me out of my own body when they used me was a safety feature to prevent me from accidentally killing them should I move beyond their physical limits. It's true, my body is capable of far more than a human's and should a human have been within me and I did something...they'd die. I could snap their spine or crush their skull, fracture their bones or tear their very limbs out of their sockets.”

Gaze drifted over the edge of the picture still clenched in his hand, sighing heavily. He knew he was rambling at this point but he couldn't stop, everything, years and years and years worth of pain and sorrow, rage and anger, all of it came pouring out in droves. He wanted them to understand him, to know him for what and who he truly was! He wasn't just a beast, just a monster...he was so much more! He might not have been born the same way as the Fazbears, even been part of the franchise such as them, but they were linked, drawn together by one single bond. The Fazbears protected and interacted with children. At one time he had done the same. They shared a history and like it or not he was very much a part of how this all came to pass. Tongue grazed over his teeth, prodding thoughtfully against the tip of a canine before retracting inside.

”She didn't think of herself, her own life. She willingly placed her life in my grasp...to let me do as I would with it all for my personal sake. I saw it in her eyes, if I killed her, she wouldn't have held it against me. All she wanted to do was take the pain away and give me something I never had. I accepted. She was so careful, so gentle, it was almost pathetic how soft she was being. It twinged at first but vanished. I felt nothing, no pain, no agony, nothing. It was...strange. I felt her presence, her weight, but it was...I felt...whole. Like some missing part had finally been replaced. She spoke to me the entire time, not wanting to drive me but rather work with me. Said she knew I could make the calculations so our bodies would move together as one neither of us the master but neither of us the puppet. It worked...and everything changed.

Those few short years were probably the best time of my entire life...probably will be the best time I'll ever have known. From the later part of 1978 to the middle of 1981 everything was perfect. The business was highly successful, everyone was happy, owners, patrons, employees, old Fredbear kicked it up a notch himself even putting every ounce of energy in that mechanical heart of his into every little thing he did when in animatronic mode. Hell I think he even took a liking to the new person who came to mascot as him when the first guy left!

She and I...were grew close. I even interacted with her in secret like I am with you. It was so exciting, pft...hell you could have called us kids in love so caught up in their secret relationship nothing else in the world matter!” Head drew back silver eyes fixed upon the ceiling the beast smiling to himself, not caring in the least what the Fazbears thought of this, it made him happy that's all that matter. Optics fluttered shut gentle breath escaping him mind transported back through the years remember those sweet moments no one ever knew of.

”Perhaps I'm crazy but then emotions make you do things you never once thought yourself capable of doing. We had our own unique relationship our own unique form of love and we wouldn't of had it any other way. Our performances grew bolder and our interactions broader. We took risks, risks no one in their right mind would have taken. We performed on stage together but separated physically my actions all my own as we played and danced, or during the night we stood and told stories or joked on stage. The people loved it, everyone under the impression it was a programmed set up I ran through or there was another person inside controlling me. The thrill of it all we loved it. So stupid but we didn't care.

When everyone would leave for the night we'd sit together in the lounge enjoying ourselves. It was great. There was a large expanse of woods behind the Diner, we use to head out there during the cover of night and no one ever knew. The establishment became increasingly popular and soon they were hosting major events. Our favorite time was Halloween...a maze was set up around back and the woods were turned into a haunted trail. Tents were set up, live music, dancing, games, not to mention the food! God I wish I had a stomach back then I probably wouldn't have been able to contain myself!” Laughter the kind welling up from deep within, rolling thunder of a guttural joy sang forth from baying jaws! Shoulders shook with it entire body practically resonating the sound it echoed in the room, booming tones drifting down the corridors until the entire pizzeria howled with untold memories of joy!

Slowly it began to quell, dying down until it was nothing more than a churring note in his voice. ”The Haunted trail was our favorite thing. Fredburn had us set up to scare people along the trail for fun. I remember she made this mixture...something easy to wash out of my fur and not stain it...this fake blood. She'd paint me up with it, stick some ripped up clothes on me and splatter them with the stuff too, climb inside and off we'd go, playing the part of a big bad werewolf in the woods it was great everyone loved it!” Laughter faded, smile falling away from joyous lips sinking back against the counter behind him golden male using it as a means to support himself head turned down ever ounce of positive emotion he felt sucked right out of him.

”Hmph....now it seems I truly AM the monster in the woods...” voice was hardly audible, once vivid silver glow of his eyes all but vanishing gaze training upon an upturned paw, claws flexing as fingers curled into a fist. ”The second half of 1981....they say nothing can last forever and it didn't. A child was discovered murdered out back of the restaurant body discarded behind the dumpster. There was no evidence to suggest who did it, scavengers reached the corpse first stripping away any hope of discovering just how this child was killed. Business flat lined the Fredburns selling the building and all rights to their characters and content to a company known as....Fazbear Entertainment.” Now it was time, now the story truly began.