User:Hawl/Fazbear Christmas Carol

Freddy Fazbear Presents:A Christmas Carol By Jessica Kylie Nichols-Vernon aka HawlSera Characters created by Scott Cawthon Based on a story by Charles Dickens

12/24/92 - Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza

A grumpy man with purple skin watched all day as children came into the restaurant he owned and loved, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. As usual they played with the animatronics not caring about the signs saying not to or about the same stupid songs they sang about proper hygiene, getting pizza all over everything that he’d have his lone mechanic clean later. “Bah, brats can’t keep their hands to themselves. I should start charging them extra to be in the showroom if they’re gonna pull this sh…” he noted that there were parents around who seemed quite cross at his referring to their kids as brats. “Stuff…” he corrected himself to try and save face.

This, Purple Guy saw his mechanic at work. Trying once again in the herculean task it was to fix Foxy The Pirate Fox as he entertained a few of the kids with his shadow puppetry. Though he only knew how to do a bear and a rabbit. That mechanic, what was his name again? Ah yes Bob something another he believed. Well Bob was as nothing but a big softie, if only he could have shoved him into a Fazbear suit and made him do the act he’d be a lot better at it than the sorry excuses for scrap he had on stage. Come to think of it, that wasn’t the worst idea he ever had. Perhaps Bob should take the Night Shift?

It was Christmas Eve and Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was decorated accordingly. Gingerbread Cookies were available as a side, the animatronics were wearing santa hats, and the Happy Birthday banners now said Merry Christmas. Though to cut costs a few of them just had “To Jesus” written after Happy Birthday.

Things were going swimmingly and smoothly up until closing time when the mechanic actually asked our Purple friend for the following day off. “WHAT!?!?! You lazy piece of shit!?! You are under contract to come in on call and you will come in when you are told Bob Crachet!”

“It’s Robert Crockett actually, and, tomorrow’s Christmas. I was hoping to spend it with my family.” Robert said most disappointed.

“The animatronics are your family boy! You are the face of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! Bah..” The purple skinned man shook his head. “Damned unions demanding this and that, we were a lot better off before OSHA came in during the seventies and fucked everything up. They STILL want me to put in a generator for the night staff the greedy pocket pickers! Fine… I gave that guy who works the phone the night off, so I suppose you can have Christmas off. But we will have a talk about this laziness!”

“Oh and sir… Did you get that new motor I requested?”

“That motor doesn’t fit in Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, or Foxy! Much too small. I can’t go around buying frivolous parts like that!”

“It’s for.. Tiny Tim…. His is wearing out sir.” The mechanic known as Robert spoke softly.

“Tiny Tim as you call him is no longer part of the attraction and hasn’t been since the Bite of 87! I’m not wasting my money! Now get the fuck out!” The purple skinned man growled, the things he could do with his face were incredible as he actually managed to resemble a lion as he spoke.

“Yes sir… and Merry Christmas.” Robert said on his way out.

“Bah humbug.” The purple guy groveled as he got up to see if the chef left any pizza for his supper. Without that phone obsessed guy he’d have to take the night shift this night. Something he liked doing when he was awake enough for it to be safe.

Robert Crockett walked home that night, in his hand a small child dressed in a thick coat holding his own. This was Tiny Tim, once upon a time he was known as Balloon Boy but he had been discarded after a few malfunctions but renamed by Robert who loved him like a son. Though Tiny Tim was a machine he wore a thick coat with gloves to pass off the idea that he was human, just like he used to be so many years ago. “What did the old man say? About my new motor?” he asked, a huge step up from only being able to say laugh and say Hello as he could before he was refurbished by Crockett.

“...Uhh.. He’s working on it.” Robert smiled nervously while trying to think of a convincing lie. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“I hope so… My motor isn’t going to make it to valentine's day, and if my body doesn’t work I might have to move on from this world. And that’s kind of scary father.” Spoke Tiny Tim.

Robert Crockett was not Tiny Tim’s real father. Tiny Tim’s real father took his own life once the human child who Tiny Tim used to be went missing that tragic day so many years ago. Though the fact that Tiny Tim referred to Robert as such had made him cry the first time he heard it.

“You know, I could probably get the motor today if I told that old Scrooge I know the real reason why you can talk.” Robert suggested.

“But then he might do to you, what he did to me. He’s a very bad man.” Tiny Tim was quite the innocent child. Knowing that he was an undead entity murdered by the Purple Guy was something Robert Crockett liked to not think about. “Please don’t hurt yourself mister, Mangle’s older brother, his friends, and Fredbear will take care of it with help from Mr. Puppet Man. HAHAHA!”

“...Let’s talk about something happier.” Robert Crockett swallowed. He had seen Mr. Puppet Man on more than a few occasions and had always gotten the creepiest feeling from him. “Do you think Santa Claus will bring you that SNES you’ve been asking for?”

“Of course! Santa’s the best~ HAHAHA!” Giggled Tiny Tim, though his voice began to sound rather nervous. “Do you think he’ll bring me a new motor? I really don’t want to die Dad, it was very cold the first time that happened. I don’t want to face that again..”

Though he’d be well on his way to manhood had he never been slain Robert had found Tiny Tim too childlike to really treat him as anything more than the five year old his small mechanical body resembled.

Before it was too dark the purple guy had taken a box half full of Foxy’s Catch, a term used to describe a pizza special that was anchovy and pineapple, not a popular combination but it had a fan in purple guy, in addition to some Chica Wings and a couple of the remaining Ginger Bread cookies. The cookies disturbed him most as whoever made them had the cookies smiling yet with trails of tears coming down from the eyes. It reminded him so much of that Puppet thing he never could successfully get rid of, the one that was always thinking. He was quick to bite the heads off of these cookies.

Once he finished his meal he took a short nap, he had some time before the movement restrictions placed on the machines wore off and he’d need his energy to get through the night.

CRASH, BANG, SCREEEEEEEE!

All three of these noises awoke the Purple Guy who saw before him the visage of Foxy The Pirate Fox. “Ah good, ye be awake. Ye know father ye be quite the heavy sleeper. It’s been some time, was it 87 or 83 when ye sent me to Davey Jones’ locker and crowned me the Captain of me Ghost Ship.” The vulpine automaton pushed the door close button and scrapped his hook hand against the door to make a loud scratching sound forcing the purple guy to cover his ears until it stopped and the fox continued talking. “Left me talkin’ like a proper scallywag ye did. Oh how I’ve loathed you so much since then.”

“Son. What you did to your brother was unforgivable! I’m trying to run a business and I can’t have you just throwing kids into Fredbear’s mouth!”

“Accidents happen lad! There’s no reason ye had to lose two sons that cursed day! No reason at all ye land lubber!” Foxy got really close into the purple guy’s face with his hook hand under his neck ready to skewer his father’s throat. “Even a know-nothing teenager like me knew how unsafe yer practice was, how many good men ye lost to springlock failure, how many times ye pickpocketed yer customers, how many times you made unruly children disappear in the back. The little one knew, and I made fun of him for it, trying to hide the truth from him. Crime was your business, just as on the stage show I’m forced to pretend that it is mine.”

“Bah! If you were really here my son, you’d already have killed me. You’re just some undercooked pizza made by the incompetent baffoon who wouldn’t know a mushroom from an olive!” The purple guy dismissed Foxy’s appearance with a chortle. “Go back into my imagination before the real you leaves his cove.”

“Listen old man! I be trying to help your sorry arse!” Foxy paused for a second. “Oh good I can swear, can’t always do that. Varies from time to time. One of the many downsides to being a literal ghost in a doohickey… Machine.. god damn pirate lingo.”

The purple guy got up and held his hand over the door open button to head to the bathroom. “Before that pretty poultry you call a girlfriend comes down this hallway I’m going to splash water over my eyes in hopes of ridding myself of you. Is that alright?”

“Be me guest lad.” Foxy smiled, his eyes changing to a black pupil with a white iris as he did whenever he found something amusing or was properly angered, his eye patch raising to show both of his eyes.

The purple guy shook his head and pressed the door open button, only to be taken aback by what he saw. A yellow rabbit costume lying against the wall, the old costume for the now discontinued Spring Bonnie, aged with time. “...I thought I left this in the back, the far back, where you’re programmed not to go. How did you get this!?!”

“Cozy suit. You wore it the day you beckoned me and me crew to the back. If you’re wearing it my facial scanners won’t let me hurt ya, land lubber. Hahaha. Go ahead old man. Why don’t you try it on?” Foxy grinned wide.

“I’d rather not…” The purple guy swallowed, now a little more convinced this wasn’t a nightmare.

“What’s wrong with it? It seems safe.” Foxy chuckled like a mad man before grabbing a soda and spraying pouring it into the costume's mouth. “Whoops! My mistake lad.”

The costume made a loud snkt sound as its moving parts made it stand up and start dancing in place. “Hi.. I’m Spring Bonnie, welcome to Fredbear’s Family Diner. Aren’t we gonna have fun today kids… HISSSSS!” It made a loud hissing noise before it sparked a little, the motor dying down.

“You’ll be visited by three more of your victims, my father. Ye not be perishing this night, but ye best be believing in ghost stories. You’re in one. If ye heed not our warnings. Well. Take it from a dead man who DOES tell tales.” Foxy began to leave out the other door make from to his cove. “There are fates worse than death. Far worse.”

With that, the purple guy was left alone. He began to search through the cameras. He saw the kitchen was out as usual, Foxy was heading back to the cove as he was supposed to, and Freddy, Bonnie, Chica were still on the stage. It seemed all was fine. “Okay… it looks like I’m safe for now. Outside of a little undeath and a bastard like me for a father, I don’t know what’s wrong with that kid.”

“Well he did always have a rebellious side to him.” Spoke a sweet and strangely sexual female voice behind the Purple Guy. This woman sounded quite aroused as she gave off an erotic moan.

“...That’s true, I suppose he was a lot like his mother that way…” Spoke the purple guy before realizing he wasn’t alone, prompting him to turn around.

“Hey daddy, it’s been a while. I haven’t been apart of the attraction in quite some time.” It was a yellow chick in the most literal and figurative meanings of the word. There was the Toy Accurate model of Chica, posing provocatively as she leaned forward to expose her metallic cleavage as she held a cupcake on a plate in her hand. “Sorry about the kinky act, I can’t quite help the way this body is programmed.”

“Where does a girl like you learn words like kinky? I shouldn’t have let Robert take you and the others home. I should have had you melted down for spare parts as was the original plan.”

“Oh daddy, it was you who didn’t provide a body for me to inhabit that wasn’t… this dirty little number.” The chicken spoke like a porn star, Toy Chica did score many complaints from parents and that was before she went insane from the ghost haunting her. “Afterall, Toy Freddy and Toy Bonnie are boys, and the girl foxy was already taken by my the first of my brothers to die.”

“Well a man does have his needs, and one of them is for his dead daughter to be a good girl and NOT haunt her murderous father.”

“Oh daddy it’s been so long since the last you’ve seen me or your youngest son, lost because you’re such a monster. You’re the man behind the slaughter. How about a kiss for your little girl?” The chicken removed her beak and put it on the desk. The lights of her eyes going out as her mouth sparked, causing them to have like Foxy had, black pupils and white irises.

“What the fuck?” Purple guy asked.

“Now is that anyway to talk to your little girl?” Toy Chica walked closer, without her beak she had the illusion of lips, all puckered up as she approached her father. Though purple guy squirmed, he stopped when he realized it was nothing more than a peck on the cheek. “Oh daddy. I really wanted to forgive you for killing me, but you know our big brother. He just doesn’t let a grudge go. I mean.. It’s not like I’m really dead. I’m still here aren’t I? You just gave me some nasty boo-boos, but The Puppet made it all better just like mommy did with her kisses.” The dissonance of her talking like a four year old, but sounding like a college student trying to pay tuition with her body was more than a little disturbing.

“What’s your point my darling?” The purple man asked, truly he did still care for his children. Even if he was the reason they weren’t human anymore.

“Well, I’m a ghost now thanks to you.” Toy Chica walked over to the door way where Spring Bonnie was dancing and shut the door. “But tonight, I’m the ghost of Christmas Past.”

“....This is not happening. This is too stupid to be happening!” Purple guy objected.

“You know what I like about being dead father?” Toy Chica smiled looking back at the purple skinned man. “The rules that those of you still alive live by, don’t really apply to me. So.. things like Space and Time tend to be not really an issue. There are many benifiets to being a drop dead gorgeous metaphysical quandary.” The chicken pushed the door open button once more.

To the purple guy’s shock it didn’t lead to the left hallway, or right if you were looking at it from the perspective of the staff in the security office, but rather it lead to Fredbear’s Family Diner during it’s first year of business. Specifically December. It was a different place back then, the decorations weren’t as half-assed causing the place to look much shinier and well put together. The purple man truly loved the place, and the children who visited it. It was during the days he wasn’t afraid to put real money into the place. It was a small place however, as there really wasn’t much money to throw into it.

“This… brings back a lot of memories… How… This must be an illusion, a hallucination.

“Doesn’t it though?” Toy Chica asked before giggling. “Oh father. Must you believe every phantom or golden bear costume in the wrong place you see is a hallucination? This is real. In a manner of speaking, it’s a moment in time on VHS Tape. At least that’s the best way to put it, and just like a VHS Tape. The characters in the show don’t actually see you, nor can they touch you. They just are. This is one tape, I love to watch often. Well that and Story Time With Candy Cat… Yeah they’re your competitor, I know, sorry daddy.”

“Characters? This tape has characters?” The purple guy looked around. “Is it those damn shadows? Or perhaps those paper plates? Oh no! Fredbear!?!?!”

“Actually, Toy Chica, Spring Bonnie, Foxy, Mangle, and a special guest.” Toy Chica smiled. “Not me, a different Toy Chica.”

The purple guy looked around, he saw neither Spring Bonnie nor Fredbear were on stage. Toy Chica hadn’t even been invented in the late 70’s so what the heck was she talking about. That’s when he saw a family walk in. A man, a woman, and three kids. The man was the purple skinned man, but back when he was white and not purple. He was holding the hand of a small toddler, a boy in a striped shirt. There was an older boy with a grey shirt who was playing with a fox doll, a prototype doll of Foxy that the child took a liking to. Finally in the mother’s hands was a small baby girl wrapped up in a pink blanket.

“...Oh.. That’s what you meant… and you referred to me as Spring Bonnie because that’s the suit I used to….” He looked over to Toy Chica who began to look confused, though she knew she was dead she never understood what that meant exactly. “Put your brother to bed...” Purple guy for the first time in a long time began to feel guilt as he saw himself as he used to be, a model husband and a promising father.

“I was so cute at that age. I’m cute now, but you know.” Toy Chica smiled reassuringly at her father. “Drink your milk little me, it’ll pay off when your bones get big and strong. Bigger than dada’s.” There was no sarcasm to her voice, the child truly had no idea what being killed actually meant and just thought that this sort of happened. All she really knew about her dead state was that her father caused it, it meant she can do things the living can’t, and her brothers were mad about it.

“Yes… All of your milk.” Purple guy looked down at his purple hands, stained with the blood the innocent. “We were quite the family… I wish we could be again.”

“Me too, mommy left when one of my brothers got hurt, and the other went missing.” Toy Chica started to cry, but remembered that she needed to be a big girl because her older brother was counting on her.

The kid playing with the fox doll was very chipper as he walked up to the stage. “Hey dad, can you show me Spring Bonnie and Fredbear again?”

“Certainly champ. Just let me help your mother with your sister and I’ll go get those two to sing for you.” The younger not-so-purple man said to his kid before facing his wife with a smile.

“It was so nice of you to have the idea to spend Christmas at the restaurant, you know how much the kids love this place. Though, was this place really worth putting a mortgage on our house?” Asked his beautiful brown haired bride.

The younger purple man watched his son take the stage and play with his fox doll. “Yarr! I’m Pirate Captain Foxy! Are ye landlubbers ready for my show? Hehehe.. Foxy will talk like that. Right dad?”

“Yeah. I think it was.” The man laughed.

“...I really wish things could have turned out better..” Spoke the modern day purple guy. “Oh Chica my daughter, if I were dead like you, could I relive this day of happiness again and again? For the rest of time?”

Toy Chica scratched behind her head and began to look worried. “...The Puppet wanted me to show you some other tapes…” She said walking to the prize corner where all the dolls of Fredbear and Springtrap were kept, once she got there it turned into a rack of VHS tapes with various hand drawn labels. Some of the more interesting ones were “Incident of 1983”, “Bite of 1987”, “Grand Re-Opening 1987”, “Fazbear’s Fright 2023”, and the one Toy Chica reached for was “Dad’s First Victim 1979.”

“...Darling, what’s the one that says Fazbear’s Fright? Do I really stay in business for thirty one more years?” Purple guy asked, looking over the tapes.

“Puppet says I’m not supposed to show you things you haven’t seen yet. Sorry handsome… I mean daddy…” Toy Chica spoke, her voice box making her say weird things again. Once the tape was in her possession she ejected the current one, “Christmas At Fredbear’s 1978”, causing the room Purple Guy and Toy Chica was in to turn into a blank white void. “Puppet said this one was a little too scary, so I should close my eyes for this one. You should watch though.”

The tape played and the purple guy found himself in a room full of crying children as Fredbear with a guy inside of his suit tried to entertain kids at a birthday party while holding the birthday party cupcake that would later be Chica’s trademark. The suit’s voice box seemed to be playing, as it often did when the spring locks weren’t secured the right way. “S...A….V…..E...T...H...E...M” it repeated on a constant loop.

“You can’t….” The purple guy sighed as he realized it was for whatever reason spelling the phrase “Save them.”

Toy Chica stood in a corner. “Dad go outside, that’s what Puppet wants you to see. I’m gonna just sit this one out.”

The purple man nodded, though felt highly uncomfortable heeding these instructions. Once he got outside he saw a child looking through the glass. “I gotta get in, I gotta help that man.. he’s hurt, that costume is hurting him!” Screamed a child crying as he stood outside the door banging on it. Purple Guy remembered that he told the staff to lock the door until he got the kid to go away as he was both hysterical and without a parent.

He remembered how this ended, and in vain he tried to change it by holding the door open, but still the crying child acted as though the door was still there. “Right, this is just a movie… Damn you daughter of mine.”

Purple guy looked and saw his younger self drive up and attempt to comfort the child who just continued screaming about Fredbear’s costume hurting the man it was wearing. Until eventually the kid slapped him in the face. “Kid shut up! The guy’s fine. If you come back with your mommy or daddy I can let you in, but no children unattended. Fredbear’s a singer not a babysitter!”

“But… but…” The kid kept crying. “He’s bleeding.”

“GOD DAMN IT! I SAID HE’S FINE YOU BRAT!” Younger not-so-purple guy screamed as he struck the child. Not knowing his own strength however, this broke the kid’s neck killing him instantly. “Kid.. Kid… are you okay? Oh shit….”

Modern Purple Guy couldn’t bear to look at this.

“Okay… Okay… Ahh… shit… okay.. I’ll… I’ll just say he’s sleeping.. and… then I’ll hide the body… in the back… and… tihs never happened.” His younger counterpart freaked out as he picked up the kid and put him in the car, before bursting into the restaraunt like a lunatic. “Oh fuck, did we have ANOTHER Springlock Failure? I keep telling these fucking idiots to go to the safe room! Clean him up and get these kids some extra tokens or some shit…” He said before he got back into the car. Parents outraged by this harsh language. “Call that Phone Guy if anything ELSE goes wrong today! I’m on vacation!”

An employee got up and began to take the bloodied up and no longer moving Fredbear to the back to remove the suit and file a missing person’s report as was standard procedure. “Don’t worry kids.. Fredbear’s just… Worn out from the big day. Don’t worry, nothing bad is happening.” he said in a panicked tone.

“Oh God…” Purple Guy buried his face into his hands. “....Someone kill me. I deserve it… I knew those spring traps weren’t safe.. I.. I should have taken anger management like my wife said to… I..”

The world around the Purple Guy suddenly stopped much to his confusion and everything began playing in fast motion. “Fast forward… there’s more to see?”

The day turned into night as Purple Guy dreaded what was coming, the location changed from Fredbear’s Family Diner into his own bedroom. His wife had been fast asleep while the owner of Fredbear’s paced all night in worry of what transpired. She had tried to make love to him to help calm him down, but it just wasn’t happening. Not tonight.

“Can’t sleep can you killer?” Spoke a creepy voice coming from the closet. But why? The only thing in there was that rejected puppet idea for the prize corner. It wasn’t programmed to talk or anything, heck it wasn’t programmed at all. “Yeah, IT’S ME! Open the closet door.”

The worried ceo did as he was told to find that it was indeed the Puppet, and it was flying. “So is this was being dead is like? I kind of like it, never been able to fly before. But still. You know what I liked doing more than flying? I liked being able to go to School. I liked hearing bedtime stories from my mom, and I loved playing Atari with my dad! All things I can’t do because of you. I’ve seen some shadows from the people you forced to wear those suits. The springs tore through their skin, but their shadows are still here. They can’t hear bedtime stories from their mommies or play Atari with their daddies either. You’re a mean man!”

The man screamed, and to amazement didn’t wake his wife.

“I place a curse on you. You shall lose your beloved children. One by your blood, and two by your hand. Your eldest by rage, your middle child by laughter, and your youngest by tears.” The Puppet got really really close into the man’s eyes. “And just so you never forget, I shall coat your skin with the innocent blood you’ve spilled. Tell them the truth, tell them it’s a skin condition. I don’t care. I’m going to be your new attraction at Fredbear’s. Don’t even try to remove me, or I’ll kill you that very day.”

The man looked at himself, he began to feel grimey as a strange fungus formed over his feet giving him a purple color, spreading throughout his body. In the bedroom mirror he saw it take him, even turning his eyes a white colour. Truly he resembled a mummified corpse. The shock of all this made him pass out. Yet still he woke up in his bed, to his wife screaming at his new violet visage.

“....God… I’ve been to every doctor in the state to reverse this… You don’t exactly win the ladies over when your genitals are purple.” The purple guy said shaking his head. “I regret the things that I’ve done.. Toy Chica, no. Susan, my lovely daughter Susan. Can we please go back to the pizzeria!?!?! I’m sick of this!? I’ll do anything you want. I’ll try to get them to enroll a chicken into a school and we can be the father and daughter we couldn’t. I’ll do anything if you make this stop!”

“No… Not yet… I have one more to show you. Bathtime With Toy Chica, 1983. Puppet said I had to watch this one.” Toy Chica said, removing the tape and replacing it with one more. This time the two were just in a bathtub. The purple skinned man now with his daughter, he scrubbed her legs as she took a bath.

“..Please.. Can we skip this one? I… I remember this day TOO WELL! Please Susan… Make it stop.”

“Can’t do it. When the Puppet tells you to do something, you DO IT!” Toy Chica sad with a frown. “I don’t like this one either…”

“I know..” The purple guy responded.

The girl in the bathtub was playing with her Chica figure, the one with the broken beak. “When is brother Max going to come back from the Hospital? Maybe he can help us look for BIG brother Hunter? I mean he’s in the restaurant somewhere right? He’s probably eating pizza.”

“Your brother… isn’t coming home from the Hospital sweetie. His.. his head hurts, more than we thought it did. He’s, going to have to go away for awhile. To a special place, where there’s cotton candy growing the trees, and chocolate milk rains from the sky.” The man bathing his daughter spoke as fought back tears.

“...Yeah.. Hunter’s at the pizzeria… In pirate’s cove. Playing with Foxy.. Like he always does…’ The man grimaced shutting his eyes, he can’t let Susan see him crying. The truth was, he WAS playing with Foxy, or more accurately, the purple man had lost his temper and killed him, and his three friends. Shoving them all into the suits for the new characters to hide the bodies. Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie Bunny, Chica Chicken, and Foxy The Pirate Fox.

“...Daddy. Mommy’s out there looking for Hunter right? And.. Max is going to help find Hunter before he has to go away? Right? Then we can throw him another birthday party… One where Fredbear’s not invited.” Susan smiled. “Fredbear was bad that day.”

The purple guy began tearing up. “Susan… Hunter’s in the place where Max is… they’re dead… And that’s why Mommy ran away.” he couldn’t fight the urge to cry anymore.

“What’s… Dead?” Susan asked, she was a very young child and they hadn’t really talked to her about Death nor did they think they’d have to.

“It’s where you go to a nice place, and you meet Jesus darling, and he...he.. sings songs.. and… you eat pizza and…. Forgive me Susan…” The purple guy dunked his child’s head on the water who began to splash about violently not liking this at all. “Daddy’s going through some hard times right now, we’re gonna be broke, they’re gonna ask Daddy a lot of questions. I think you should be with Jesus. You don’t need to see the kind of things Daddy’s going to have to do. I’m sorry Susan! The divorce lawyer was going to take you away from me anyway.”

Purple Guy got up as soon as the splashing stopped and bubbles no longer came from Susan’s mouth or nose. “Forgive me Lord, I don’t know if you exist… But.. I know damn well that people don’t… I know there’s… something after this. Susan deserves better than me, please accept her into Heaven.”

“I still haven’t met this Jesus fellow. Do you think he’s busy?” Toy Chica turned and asked her father.

“Susan… Don’t you understand? I’m a murderer…” The present day Purple Guy draped his arms around Toy Chica and began to become just as tearful as his past counterpart. “I killed you to get back at your mother for leaving me. I killed you to hide the truth from you.”

“I still don’t know what that means?!?! Why did putting me in the bath water make me go to sleep? Why did I wake up at the pizzeria the way I am now? I… don’t understand.” Toy Chica rubbed down Purple Guy’s back, though this was more cold than comforting, though he appreciated the gesture behind it. “And why are you about to lie on the phone?”

The Purple Guy of 1983 phased right through Purple Guy of 1992 and Toy Chica to head for the living room phone. The two followed him, if only so that they had an excuse to get away from the drowned and lifeless body of Susan Gaius, daughter of Peter Gaius aka The Purple Guy.

“Hello, HELLO! Uhh.. I was giving my daughter a bath when I stepped out to answer the phone.. cause I’m going through a divorce at the moment. Kind of a legal thing you know, so I thought it was the lawyer. Just a damn telemarketer. When I came up. She slipped and hit her head. She’s out cold, I think she might have drowned in the bathtub. Can you please send an ambulance? I’m sure she’s fined, nothing a little CPR won’t fix. You know. And remember to smile. You are the face of Fredbear’s…. Sorry, old habit.” Something in Purple Guy’s mind snapped that day, or perhaps it had snapped a long time ago and he was just now realizing it. The way he spoke reminded himself of the guy who worked the phones, he had never actually seen that guy. There’s no telling what that meant. “Alright… Thank you.. Goodbye.” he said hanging up the phone. Now, I need to change the name of the restaurant. I think Fredbear’s is finished. Maybe if I put it in someone else’s name and used his cousin Freddy Fazbear…”

“Chica.. I mean.. .Susan.. I’m.. I’m sorry.. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” The purple guy kept shaking his head. He never wanted to think about these days, ever again.

“What do you have to make up to me?” Toy Chica asked, distressed. “And why does all this make me feel so… dirty?”

“....Susan I think you should go… I think you need to let daddy think about the bad things he’s done.” Purple Guy sighed.

“But Daddy.. I don’t get to see you very often... Oh it’s time for the Ghost of Christmas Present anyway… Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica said they were going to take that one. Not me, the other Chica. The fat one. Don’t tell her I called her fat. She’s actually kind of cute.” Toy Chica and the house around her and her father vanished.

Peter Gaius found himself waking up at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza as though all of this were a dream. “Oh God… What a nightmare. I really wish I hadn’t drowned Susan… Shit what time is it?” He pulled up the cameras which always showed the time in the top right corner. “Midnight? OH FUCK MIDNIGHT!” he screamed quickly panning to the stage camera to find that it was empty.

“No no no no! Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica have all left the stage!” He screamed, looking through camera going through all of them in rapid succession trying to find them. He didn’t, though he saw Foxy was still in Pirate’s Cove though his sign now said “Merry Christmas Dad.” instead of “Sorry Out Of Order”. It seemed like they weren’t in any of the rooms, but how was that possible? They didn’t leave the building, they don’t have the digital mapping for that. So where were they.

“Ahhhhh...ughh…. gargle..” Was the sound the purple guy heard as he put down the monitor slowly. Suddenly it hit him, the camera blind spots right outside the doors.

Peter turned on the light to the left and found Bonnie, but the door would not close. Running to the other side and pressing the light to see if it was safe to escape he found Chica, her door wouldn’t close either. Not that it mattered with Bonnie taking the other end.

The camera monitor turned on by itself and showed Freddy Fazbear back on the stage smiling as he faced the camera, the phone rang shortly afterwards. The purple guy stood to the back of the room trying to put distance between himself and the two robots bearing down on him. As a result the phone went to voicemail. “Hello Boys and Chica, this is your old pal Freddy Fazbear. And I’d like to invite Peter Gaius to come on down here and know me better man!”

“Answer the phone.” Bonnie said, his voice sounding garbled from years of overuse of his speakers.

“No… No you’ll kill me.” Purple Guy cowered in fear and grabbed a baton from a guard uniform. “Stand back

“Oh look Chica, He’s found out that the the undead metallic giants are scared of a harmless stick. I’m shaking in my boots. Well, if I could fit these stompers into a boot.” Bonnie said sarcastically

“If we wanted you dead, you’d already be that way.” Chica looked angrily at the Purple Guy and began twitching spastically “Afterall, I USED TO BE A BOY YOU JACKASS!”

“Calm down girl, you’re beautiful.” Bonnie joked. “Answer the phone Purple Guy, or I swear to God I’ll fuck you up beyond all recognition!”

The purple guy approached the phone slowly and held it up to his ear, the gazes he got from the robots were highly uncomfortable. He was convinced they were going to pounce on him any minute. “Hell… Hello? I am Purple Guy, I’ve come to see the show tonight I guess…”

“Oh good. You know you’re the one who made this possible. So I wanted to give a special round of applause to you. IT’S ME! Freddy Fazbear, and for one night only I’m playing The Ghost Of Christmas Present in Freddy Fazbear Presents:A Christmas Carol!” On the camera monitor the bear removed his Santa Hat and took a bow. “Your son Hunter played Jacob Marley and your daughter Susan played Christmas Past. What talented children you have, I imagine they misbehave a lot though. Sometimes you just want to kill them. HAHAHA.. Get it? You get it right? Haha.. Tough crowd.”

“Freddy, whatever this farce this is. I want you to stop… I.. I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe.” “I am things you wouldn’t believe Purple Baby. Now you can be Ebenezer Scrooge in my big production. Or my buddy Chica can take you to lunch. She’s just chomping at the bit for something magenta colored and flavored with sweat. What’s it gonna be?” Freddy laughed to himself, Purple Guy hated Freddy’s laugh, it almost sounded like crying.

“I’ll… get down there and know you better man?”

“Great choice! Bonnie, Chica, you know what to do!” Freddy cheered

“Oh good they’re moving out of the way to let me thr…” Purple Guy was in the middle of announcing what was going on around him for some strange reason when the two animatronics smashed his head against the desk. Breaking it in half, though luckily the camera monitor was just fine, and leaving Purple Guy unconscious.

When he came to he find himself on stage with Freddy Fazbear, though he felt different. Almost as if he wasn’t there, but in many different places at once. “What the hell?”

“Hahaha, Welcome. You’ve made so many ghosts in the past… So I thought I’d make you one.” Freddy phased through the wall entering the building despite him also being on stage as lifeless as ever. But this other Freddy who came in through the wall was different, he had a yellowish color like Fredbear, he was missing an ear, and he was covered in scorch marks. “This is my Phantom Form, the me that powers the me that you and Puppet made me into.”

“And I’m dead?” Purple Guy asked as he attempted to fly and to his horror succeeded.

“Nope, Bonnie and Chica just beat you into in a near death coma. One that will conveniently wear off when I’m done showing you what I’m showing you. So let’s talk about Freddy Fazbear’s, it’s a dump and a testament to all your failures in life. Not so much financially as you’re loaded even with the tragedy of your murders on hand, not that you’re telling your staff how rich you are. However, failure in that you’ve lived a life that you regret and would probably like it to be over. We get that, you’ve done nothing but realize that all night. Wanna see something cool instead? Cool, that’s a word the kids use these days? Well it’ll be cool, radical, dope, and out of control!” This Phantom Freddy chuckled. “Chilli dogs!”

“Right, well yes. If there’s any happiness I’ve created. Any at all… Please show me you silly old bear.” The purple guy was on his knees. “Such a thing exists right? You guys do live on in the hearts of children. As I intended… Right? You as in Freddy Fazbear, not the child I… uhh… can we say misplaced?”

“Come fly with me.” Phantom Freddy put forward his hand and Purple Guy took it in his, the two raised through the roof and escaped the pizzeria. “Let us find a happier place where my brothers may lie.” The two began soaring through the night sky while giving the purple guy a sense of acrophobia, he had to remember he wasn’t in his body and thus if he fell he wouldn’t be harmed. Phantom Freddy once getting to his intended destination cleared the clouds with a wave of his hand. “Do you recognize this house?”

“Yes that’s where I sent the Toy Animatronics and BB after we discontinued them… I think Crachett lives there.” Purple Man swallowed as the two began to float downward gently.

“Crockett, his name is Crockett.” Phantom Freddy responded. “He’s still up, and at this hour. I wonder why. Shall we find out Scroogey?”

“Yes.. yes.. We should.” Purple Guy nodded his head, feeling rather glad to be back on the ground once the two landed.

Phasing through the door Purple Guy saw something most unusual, Robert Crockett sitting down to a late Christmas Eve dinner with Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Toy Freddy, BB or Tiny Tim as he now liked to be called, and the broken Foxy replacement he had referred to as Mangle. “They’re going to kill Robert! Fazbear DO SOMETHING!”

“If it is their will to slay Crockett. I cannot stop them. I am just a phantom and if I did have my body. What power would I have to stop them? There are five of them and one of me.” Phantom Freddy said tipping his top hat solemnly. “Whatever their will is, Judgement is cast upon the living. They are free to do it.”

“God Bless us everyone!” Spoke Tiny Tim as Robert and the animatronics raised wine glasses full of wine for Robert and lubricant for the moving parts of the robots. With the exception of Mangle who hung from the ceiling and merely lowered her glass to ding it with everyone else’s.

“And to Peter Gaius! The founder of the feast!” Robert Crockett

“Founder of the feast alright!” Toy Bonnie’s eyes turned black with rage as the poor thing nearly blue screened. “He’s killed every one of us here except for Mangle and Robert, none of us know how to move onto Heaven, and judging from the size of that turkey I’d say he’s well on his way to starving Robert. What you oughta do, is go in there one night and shut off the generator while he’s hiding from the other guys! That’ll show him!”

“Oh don’t be so mean Toy Bonnie” Spoke Toy Chica if defense of the purple guy. “I saw dad earlier tonight, he seems really upset about something. We should lay off of him and just enjoy that we have each other. Isn’t that what Christmas is really all about?”

“I thought it was about shaming atheists and overpriced material possessions.” Toy Freddy added as he buried his nose in a book just as he often did. “Life and Afterlife are both equal in their disappointments to be perfectly honest.”

“Well to be completely fair could we be having this conversation if the atheists were right?” Robert chuckled trying to break the tension with a lame joke. “So uhh.. Tiny Tim, how did you enjoy the Church Service we went to before work? Did I tell you guys they let him sing Silent Night, Holy Night?”

“Aww, well isn’t that precious.” Mangle rotated her head right side up to look Tiny Tim in the eye. “I remember back when me and him were alive, and Dad would take us to church. You always did have a nice voice BB.”

“Thanks. I really wish you guys could be seen in public.. Ya know without the government trying to figure out why you’re all talking… and… Toy Freddy what’s the word I’m looking for?” Tiny Tim asked, Toy Freddy was always the smart one.

“Sapient BB, Sapient.” Toy Freddy said as he turned the page of his book, he had been reading Great Expectations though he wasn’t enjoying it. The book just made a lot of promises with its title that he felt it couldn’t live up to. “The ability to display awareness of the world around you and express emotions.”

“Yeah that.” Tiny Tim drank of his lubricant. “Ahh… We don’t really need to eat, so after dinner can we play some games?”

“Well the spread was mostly just for show, though it will provide with leftovers for quite a while. Thank you Chica for cooking it. So yeah, we can do that. But bed right after. Santa Claus is coming tonight after all.” Robert spoke with joy ever so present in his voice.

“They’re like a family, just like my family was. Before, the incident.” Purple Guy smiled. “This is why he wanted the motor. I didn’t know he had them active. I thought he was just restoring them for display purposes…”

“The one good thing about being dead is that you understand better that it’s not too late to start anew, it’s never too late.” Phantom Freddy smiled placing a comforting paw on Purple Guy’s shoulder. “Would you like to talk to Susan or Max? Toy Chica or Mangle? Being ghosts themselves they can see us and talk to us. They just know what we’re doing and are ignoring us in order to not freak out Robert.”

“I… Yes… But first why is that Robert hasn’t turned me in? He has more than enough proof to do so.” Purple Guy asked as the Toys and Robert gathered in the living room and began a game of charades. Toy Chica was up first, and predictably she had been acting like a chicken. Which made her round easy to guess. It was something she had done every time they played this game as a joke, and Robert never failed to laugh at it.

“Hi, Mangle, Toy Chica. Can you pull yourselves away from the game for a second?” Phantom Freddy asked.

The sister and brother looked in the bear’s direction and then at each other. “Uhh… me and Susie have something to talk about.. In private. About Dad.”

“Oh my… Are you having a PTSD relapse? Do I need to get the toolkit?” Robert asked, very concerned. He could not see Phantom Freddy and Purple Guy, as a result he assumed the worst.

Toy Freddy who continued to read his book sitting out of the game and Toy Bonnie both looked over to the two disembodied spirits and nodded. “Don’t sweat it Robert, I have feeling they’ll be okay. It’s Toy Freddy’s turn I believe.”

“Seriously? You know how much I hate standing before a crowd… Oh fine it is Christmas.” Toy Freddy got up and begin pretending that he was a firefighter.

Mangle and Toy Chica stepped outside into the snow covered back yard. Mangle hanging on the wall as was her preference and Toy Chica just standing there. No one would see them here as the area was fenced in. “Hey dad, been a long time since the Grand Re-Opening. I know Hunter hates you, but.. I don’t. It’s kind of hard to be mad at you.”

“Mangle” Purple guy looked up at the spider-fox hanging from the wall. “That bastard hasn’t fixed you! I could put you back together the right way with my bare hands! When I get back in my body!”

“No no, I actually like being this way. I think it sets me apart from just being a Toy Foxy.” Mangle spoke, her voice sounding very strange. Tuning in between male and female voices with static in between. Like a bad radio that had two people on two different stations saying the same things at the same time.

“...Uhh.. son… Something I’ve always wondered. We planned for the second Foxy to be different and well..”

“What are you trying to ask me?” Mangle and her second Endoskeleton head tilted their heads in seperate directions.

“Son are you a boy or a girl?”

“Yes.” Mangle smiled.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” Purple guy protested but Phantom Freddy jerked his arm back.

“We need to get back to the pizzeria. I can’t have you here all night.”

“Because the Ghost Of Christmas Future is coming?” Purple guy asked.

“...Toy Chica.. Do you have anything more to say to your father?” Phantom Freddy asked, ignoring Purple Guy’s question.

“...Not really… I was just gonna ask him what being dead means again. Cause I really wanna know why that makes everyone else so upset. And tell him that I love him of course.” Toy Chica responded.

“Both of you get inside, you’ll catch your death of cold out here.” Phantom Freddy ordered.

“But…” Mangle was about to object.

“I SAID NOW!” Phantom Freddy roared, literally he roared, scaring the two animatronics back inside. He faced the purple man was soon as they were gone. “If there’s one thing we’ve established tonight, it’s that you’ve done some terrible things. Right?”

“Yes that is true… My own children… also.. to a lesser extent. You.” Purple Guy agreed.

“Does someone like you DESERVE a future?” Phantom Freddy’s face became far less friendly and far more sinister.

“No.” Purple Guy swallowed

“Then we’re in agreement. HISSSS!” Phantom Freddy lunged at the Purple Guy, who once again suddenly woke up at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.

“Oh fuck… Another dream. There must be something wrong with the ventilation in this building. I’ll have Robert fix it tomorrow.” Purple Guy said before checking the camera monitor atop the table still broken by Bonnie and Chica’s actions. “Okay… No one’s on the stage. But it’s 3am. So that’s normal. Freddy’s staring at me from the restroom, Bonnie’s in the spare parts room, and Chica is banging plates together in the kitchen where I only have audio…. Okay.. I can manage this.” The Purple Guy sat back in his spinning chair with wheels. “I’m safe for now… wait… let me…”

Purple Guy checked the camera one more time only to find the picture of Freddy in the left hallway had changed to one of an eyeless Fredbear. “What the fu….” he was about to exclaim when his camera monitor and desk were replaced with a Fredbear animatronic staring up at him with an angry look. Purple Guy closed his eyes and opened them again, Fredbear was gone and his desk was back. “Okay… okay… I’m safe.”

“I WOULDN’T COUNT ON IT YOU OLD FART!” Screamed a voice from the hall.

“Oh shit!” Purple Guy raced to the door close button and shut the door. “Nice try Hunter, but I won’t join you yet!”

“That’s fine. the door uses power. Power you’ll have even less of if I use my hook to fuck with the wiring!” Foxy taunted.

“Don’t make me come out there boy! I brought you into this world… twice… and I’ll take you out of it for good this time!” Purple Guy lied with false bravado.

“Please do, I would love to see how that turns out!” Foxy replied as he shoved his hand into an electrical socket and cut a loose wire on next to the door. On the camera monitor display this showed his power drop down to 30% from 45%

“I.. I built the body you’re wearing! I can take you apart with nothing but a screw driver!” Purple Guy grabbed the tool he mentioned and proceeded to march out the door, only to find Bonnie standing in his way. “...But not two of you at once…” he corrected himself and shut the door again. He turned around to look at the camera monitor when he thought he saw something moving outside the door to his right. Turning on the light he saw Chica staring through the window and Freddy Fazbear right outside the door. Both of them looked happy to see him, but neither seemed to be in a mood for conversation. “No… No I don’t have enough power to keep you out!” Purple Guy pleaded, but slammed the door shut when he saw Freddy about to make a step forward.

Checking the cameras once more all just stood there and waited. All but Foxy that was who continued cutting wires and playing with electrical sockets. “Power at 20%, 10%, 5%....” and that was when the monitor cut itself off.

“Well… This is it… I knew this day would come.” Purple Guy closed his eyes anticipating a savage beating. Only to find music played, he got up and looked towards the left doorway, which was now opened, where the sound was coming from. “How did you get to the other side of the restaurant so fast?” he asked as he noted the glowing face of Freddy Fazbear with his eyes lit up as he played the Bullfighter’s Song, or the Toreador March as it was also called. “Is this my end?”

Suddenly the music stopped and a fog spread through the doorway where in flew The Puppet. A strange man dressed in all black wearing a mask, a smiling mask with two purple trails of tears from its eyes. “Follow Me” it said.

“Are you the ghost of Christmas Future? Are you going to show me how beautiful my children are when my death sets them free?” Purple guy asked. “If that is truly what it takes to make them happy. I’m a reasonable man… I know I should be in jail… I’d rather not… Is there anyway we can just… Let it slide? It’s Christmas for God’s Sake!”

The Puppet said nothing, but turned around and left through the doorway. Purple Guy thought it was wisest to heed the thing’s words and follow it.

It was quite the confusion, he knew he took poor care of his establishment and as a result it brought more cobwebs than people, yet his restaurant looked even more run down than usual. The Puppet seems to lead him to Foxy down at the end of a hall. “Son.. are you okay?”

There was no answer, upon closer inspection it was just a Foxy mask that had been turned into a lamp, it seemed to be made out of much higher quality materials than the Foxy Mask he used on his animatronic offspring. “This isn’t my design… Have the walls always been green? Puppet? What’s going on?”

“HELLO!” A voice spoke over the intercom, it sounded an awful lot like Tiny Tim. Purple Guy looked towards the direction of the voice only to be pushed to the side by what appeared to a man in a very poorly maintained Spring Bonnie costume. A man with, purple skin and organs exposed from the holes in the outfit.

“Where’s the brat!?!?! I want him dead! I’m free.. free to kill! HAHAHAHA! KILL THEM ALL! AHAHAHAH!” The golden bunny rabbit spoke manically. “Ow… ahh.. these.. springs hurt… but.. I.. MUST.. KILL!”

“Familiar chap isn’t he?” Puppet asked. “I think you two would get along swimmingly.”

“Who was that man? He looked like Spring Bonnie… He also looked like…” Purple Guy swallowed as he looked at his own purple skin and compared it to the gentleman who just passed them. “Was that me!?”

“Follow me.” The Puppet said, answering nothing of the Purple Guy’s question.

He continued until the two came to the exist of the establishment, yet right before leaving through that way he found the stage had been retooled into a strange mock-up of the security office complete with seating arrangements behind a large glass window. He couldn’t pay that any mind as he saw phantoms, burnt and broken just like the phantom Freddy that showed him dinner at Robert Crockett’s. All surrounding a man in a Freddy Fazbear’s Security outfit, one that had been restored from ruins.

“Burn it down…” Spoke the Phantom of Foxy, now one armed, no longer having the hook down.

“Let us die… let us rest in peace.” Spoke a Phantom resembling Toy Chica. “Like daddy wanted me too.”

“The show’s over kid, leave this place. Or you burn with us.” Beckoned the phantom of Freddy

“It’s going to burn, we have it all set up. Don’t make us do it Mister!” There was a Phantom of Tiny Tim standing there as well.

There were only two more Phantoms. One standing behind the glass resembling Mangle. “Do the smart thing, and get the fuck out! After forty years of this shit I just want to sleep! Something I haven’t done since my coma.”

The last one was a phantom of the Puppet, who was right in the security guard’s face. “Look, do yourself a favor. Springtrap is coming to kill you, we don’t want that. We want to burn this place and him with it. WISE UP AND LEAVE!”

“You’re all hallucinations.. I’m not seeing this… ghosts aren’t real.. GO AWAY! GO AWAY! I just.. I just need to reset the ventilation before Springtrap gets here… Just gotta make it six..” The man said trying to dismiss the ghosts, Purple Guy saw that his name badge read the name Mike Schmidt. “You’re all just bad air conditioning! NOTHING MORE!” cried the guard. “GHOSTS AREN’T REAL NOW, AND THEY WEREN’T 30 YEARS AGO WHEN I WORKED AT THE REAL FREDDY FAZBEAR’S! JUST BEFORE IT CLOSED!”

“Spirit… I don’t wish to see this… Where are Bonnie, Fredbear, Toy Bonnie, Chica, and Toy Freddy? With Robert no doubt! Having the time of their… time… Please Puppet. Can we not see Robert Crockett?”

“If that is your wish.” Puppet nodded, the scenery before them melting and resembling into a broken home with schematics, children’s drawings, robot parts, and pieces of the broken roof all over the floor.

“What? No.. Crockett’s house. Not this insane place. Crockett’s house. A place of joy and merriment when the long parted can play with the living in such gayity. Please. I need to see it!”

Puppet nodded. “I understand.” he said, and pointed to a room in the back.

Purple Guy stepped towards it hoping to see the family enjoying themselves once more, only to an overly skinny and pale looking man putting on a bad surfer voice as he talked into a square flat screen he assumed was some kind of futuristic phone. “Dude! Don’t worry about it. I see crazy stuff in there all the time too, it’s just the bad vents. It’s getting overheated, you’re dehydrated, you’re seeing shit. Just listen to the training tapes and you’ll be fine. Springtrap, god what a perfect name for that ugly thing, Springtrap can’t move I haven’t installed the moving parts yet… what a corpse inside? Naw dawg, anything like that we would have turned into the authorities to help solve the old murder case. Just turn on the vents and chillax bro.. Okay.. Good night.” The phone was placed down as the pale man looked at a laptop computer. “Come on, come on… I have enough parts to build some moving parts… but Fazbear’s Fright can help bring you guys back to me… Come on… I’ve seen some things.. but is it really you guys? Have you moved on!?!? I’m sorry I never got the motor to fix Tiny Tim… He needed such a special motor! I’M SORRY!”

“Oh God.. Tiny Tim… This is.. This is… God I’m in the Fazbear’s Fright tape. This isn’t a recording of what will be is it? or… is this a dramatization of what MIGHT be?” Purple Guy looked up at Puppet who just pointed to a Newspaper Article. Which Purple Guy looked towards.

“Peter Gaius, owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza goes missing. New employee Mike Schmidt found long decayed corpses inside of the attraction’s animatronic mascots after tampering with them. Fazbear Entertainment’s board of directors claims no knowledge or involvement in the corpses whom have been identified as being the very same children who went missing from the establishment in the 1980’s. Authorities also found records showing a Robert Crockett took ownership of animatronics that were discontinued by the establishment following the murders Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Balloon Billy, and Funtime Foxy better known by his nickname The Mangle. Which will be confiscated for further investigation.”

Purple Guy read, before moving onto another article on the same desk.

“Without a lead in the Freddy Fazbear Murder case, authorities believe long time mechanic Robert Crockett to be a suspect. Police Chief says there is not enough evidence to indict. Concerned families threaten to take action into their own hands if something is not done to avenge the children who died this way. Among the concerned persons is Amelia Drew, former wife of Fazbear CEO Peter Gaius who lost two sons to the restaurant and a daughter in a bathtub accident.”

“After failure to act from the local police department. The residence of Robert Crockett was ransacked by an angry mob, Robert barely left alive missing his jaw, left eye, and right arm. Doctors have repaired him using prosthetics Robert invented from years of maintaining the Toy Animatronics which he continuously referred to as his children. He has been asked to seek Mental Health Assistance. All members of the mob remain anonymous as no one is willing to out anyone else, in this renegade vigilante act.”

After the Purple Guy finished those two, he saw one final article.

COMING SOON! Fazbear’s Fright:The Horror Attraction

Local amusement park is getting ready to scare your socks off with a new attraction based on the unsolved mysteries of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Featuring relics from the decades-old pizzeria. This new attraction is guaranteed to bring back your childhood in the worst way! Anyone with relics of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza or predecessor Fredbear’s Family Diner including but not limited to Drawings, Tokens, Tickets, Dolls, Pizza Boxes, Animatronics, Animatronic Parts, Costumes, Souls of Human Children, etc. inquire with Robert Crockett Phone Number: 555-3381, email address kyle.vernon@gmail.com

Once he finished reading, the man at the laptop turned around. He had a metal jaw, an arm like an animatronic endoskeleton, and a red glowing eye. “WHOSE THERE!?!?! WHO THE FUCK IS THERE!??!?! I’M A WELL ARMED MAN!”

Purple Guy looked back to the Puppet eager to get his eyes of this ghastly image of what Robert had become. “I’ll change this. This doesn’t have to happen!

“The time to change this would have been 1979.” Puppet responded. “Back to the pizzeria for you.”

The purple guy woke up once more at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, this time being dragged to the back by Freddy. “What…?”

“You’re awake. Good. This will hurt a lot more.” Freddy Fazbear laughed.

“Get shot and expire…. GO DIE IN A FIRE!” The purple guy screamed taking a flashlight from his pocket and shining it in Freddy’s eyes, stunning him for a few moments and causing him to reset his internal systems. All Purple Guy needed to have the perfect chance to take him apart and remove the dead body, which he put in the safe room. A room animatronics can’t see and customers don’t know about. “One down, three to go….. Wait… Why haven’t I BEEN using this room? Doesn’t matter. I’m using it now. Okay kids. Don’t be afraid.. It’s not the first time you’ll die!”

Leaving the room he hunted down Bonnie and Chica who were easy enough, Foxy would be the hard part. Foxy even if only in a metaphorical sense, shared blood with the Purple Guy. As a result he knew that the vulpine would much like himself, go down kicking and screaming. Just as he did the first time Purple Guy ended him. Walking through the dark halls of the restaurant calling out to him, Purple Guy stayed alert flashing his light at ANYTHING even remotely fox shaped.

He must have lapped the restaurant twice before Foxy finally found the Purple Guy, something Peter had wished was the other was around.

“SCREEEEEEE!” screamed Foxy as he dug his hook into the arm of his father holding the flashlight before pushing him face down on the floor. “I always knew it’d be me who’d kick your ass. That hook in your arm was for Susan YOU SCALLYWAG..AG..Ag.Ag… BASTARD! There we go!! This next one be fer me!” Foxy took the flashlight from his father’s arm and shined it right into his eyes. “You’re closed Christmas. Which means I don’t have to hide on stage, so I can take as long as I want killing you. Maybe I’ll jab me hook through your nutsack a few times ye sack a shit!”

“Kid… You might wanna get that flashlight out of my eyes before you need a second eye patch.” The purple guy muttered trying to close his eyes, only for Foxy to stomp on his leg each time he did so.

“Are you threatening me? I don’t think ye realize that I be fox, and you be the curvaceous lass of a hen. And just like the hen who lives here now… I’m going to fuck you! It won’t be as pleasent!” Foxy threatened. “Get ready to suf… AHH ME EYE!”

“Cause you’ve been BLINDED BY THE LIGHT! WRAPPED UP LIKE A DOUCHE! ANOTHER ROLLER IN THE NIGHT!” Purple Guy spat spat some of his blood into Foxy’s face as he used his Freddy Fazbear page to reflect the light back onto Foxy’s eyes forcing a reboot. “Your mom made ya, now I’m gonna unmake you… again.”

With the final corpse in tow Purple Guy limped to the back. “If I hide you all back here and have this walled up. I don’t dissapear, you kids aren’t found, and…. Shit this isn’t gonna work is it?”

“I’m afraid not.” Spoke the Puppet. “Try as you might, you will NOT be able to disassemble me!”

Phantoms of Freddy, Chica, and Foxy appeared behind him. “I’m afraid he’s right…”

“Shit I can see you guys… There’s no way I’m walking out of here is there?” Purple guy laughed nervously as he clutched his bleeding arm. “Wait.. shouldn’t there be a phantom Bonnie? Ah forget it.”

All of them shifted their gazes to the Spring Bonnie suit which somehow got moved back in here.

“Right, the animatronics can’t attack their own. Maybe that works for the Puppet. Smart thinking kids.. hahahaha…” The Purple Guy was about to don the suit, but he noticed that the Puppet wasn’t attacking him to prevent him from getting to it. That’s when he realized the blood from his arm would be enough to set off the springlocks. “This suit, would kill me if I wore it… You’re not giving me advice, you’re letting me take my own life to prove that I’m sorry for what I’ve done.”

“That is my gift to you Peter. My little Christmas Present.” Puppet spoke in a gravelly tone “Take it, or leave it. Either way, you have minutes left to live. Minutes and minutes alone. If you want to atone for your actions. This is the only way.”

“Well father, are you a rabbit or a mouse?” Snided Phantom Fox.

Purple Guy emptied his pockets placing everything of value onto the floor, flipped the animatronic into suit mode and dived right in remembering his own instructions. “Arm in here, leg in there, don’t let the springlock get wet. Well can’t do that one, and now the mask. Hahaha...haha… is this really it? At least I have the pleasure of knowing that this isn’t the end. If I’m likely going to burn in hell. I guess this is goodbye?”

“Not really, you’re the only living person in here.” Spoke Phantom Chica. “You’re only going to come to the side we’re already on… So. I guess it’s farewell for just the time you’re going to spend bleeding out on the floor.”

“OW! God that stings.. guys I think this is i… AHHH!!! SHIT!!!” Purple Guy fell the floor as various springlocks began failing forcing the suit into animatronic mode. The costume attempting to dance while the man inside struggled in pain. “AHHH… GOD… AHH… GOD… PLEASE… HURRY UP AND TAKE ME!”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” Phantom Foxy teased.

“FUCK YOU! You were already dead when I put you in the suit…” Is what Purple Guy tried to say, but the blood in his lungs made it come out far more garbled than that. “Uhh….. ugh..” and after a few minutes that felt like hours he was dead on the floor splashing in his own blood.

Phantom Freddy took off his hat and help it to his chest. “Whelp, he was a great guy. I mean, he did flop around like a fish out of water.”

A Shadow in the shape of Bonnie appeared, the spirit of an employee who had died in that suit before Purple Guy had done so. “He hated Holidays because we’d always ask for it off, I guess he REALLY hates SPRING BREAK!... Sorry I had to…” and with that the Shadow Bonnie left.

Puppet flew downward and touched the hand of the Spring Bonnie costume. “At 8 O’Clock in the Morning. Rise once more! The dark one commands it” With that, the spirits cleared out.

-Epilogue-

The purple guy got up, falling unconscious, having a weird dream, and getting back up. It was a theme with him tonight. “I had the weirdest dream. I dreamt I had died. God why do I feel so…” Purple Guy took a step forward and heard the puddling of blood inside of his own feet. “I was gonna say restless.. but.. shit… my number’s up. Well let’s be honest Peter my boy, we had this coming.” Thinking quickly he ran down the lost and found box in the office to grab a thick black coat he knew had been left there. Luckily not only was it still present and fit him nicely, but it came with a rather Tom Baker-ish looking scarf. A spare Freddy Fazbear top hat completed his disguise.

Checking himself out in the bathroom mirror he was convinced this could suit his purpose just fine “This suit was never as bulky as the Fredbear one, so maybe I can be mistaken for… human..” Saying that made it sink in, he wasn’t human, he was a machine now. He also wasn’t alive, he was literally a ghost in a machine with a corpse inside. Literally a ghost in a zombie in a machine. “That’s a concept I’ll have to wrap my head around later. For now, I need to get to Robert Crockett’s house. Am I still Peter? No.. I guess I’m Spring Bonnie, no, what was that future version of me called? ah. Springtrap. Rather a fitting name considering how I… Died… Yeah not gonna get used to that factoid.”

Stepping outside into the parking lot, Springtrap noticed kids having a snowball fight outside of Freddy’s. “It’s The Creepy Purple Guy! Cheese it!” three of them ran off, but a fourth stayed behind.

“Boy! Don’t leave, just tell me one thing. What day isn’t it and why aren’t you inside the pizzeria instead of playing outside of it?” Springtrap leaned in close, the boy noting his rabbit face though his mother told him it was impolite to make fun of people if they looked a little funny.

“You’re joking right? Well gee mister, it’s Christmas. Is Old Purple Man in there?”

“So the spirits did it all in one night, I haven’t missed it… Wait In here?” Springtrap gestured to himself, wondering if his cover had been blown. “That’s impossible I am a person, not a suit, you can’t fit in me!”

“He can’t fit in your coat silly, I mean in the building.”

“Yes, and he doesn’t want to be disturbed he’s..” Springtrap stopped and rubbed under his chin for a clever thing to say. “Dead tired, however my name is Springtrap and I am his assistant. There’s a jewish owned supermarket down the lane.”

“Herman Hamster’s Kosher-Mart?”

Springtrap was never sure why literally every locally owned business in town had some kind of animatronic mascot but it was one thing he loved about the place, well except for Candy’s Burgers and Fries those people could go to hell for daring to be his competitor. “That’s the one. Do they still have the big goose in the window? The one twice as big as you?”

“Yeah, no one’s bought it yet.” The kid responded.

“Well I’m buying it!” Springtrap reached into his coat pocket and pulled out the wallet he remembered to take out of his pants before getting into the suit. “And I want you to have it delivered here to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza because the grumpy old Purple Man wants to eat it. Now go. If you’re back here before I am I’ll give you fifty bucks, after me and it’s twenty. Deal?”

“Deal.” The kid said taking a some money from Springtrap and running off to the store.

“I question the wisdom of trusting a random unsupervised eight year old to do my shopping. Ah it’s not like you can take your money with you… Still not used to the idea that I’m dead.” He said to himself as he walked to his car and drove to the Crockett house, rehearsing to himself what he’d say. “Hi kids, you’ve always wanted me to drop dead now I have… Robert, I saw you as a crazed robot obsessed cyborg, go ahead and NOT become that for me… uhh…. Remember to smile you’re the face of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza!?!?! Shit… Gonna have to wing this one. You know I’m glad I’m the robot and not the corpse, because otherwise the animatronic eyes would block my own vision.” He practiced looking at himself at the mirror trying to become attuned to the fact that this was him now.

He had been at the Crockett place for about ten minutes, as the house was in walking distance he really only brought the car to buy time and minimize the amount of people who could see him and piece together the fact that he’s a rabbit. Eventually he stepped out, opened the mask part of his costume and revealed his human face which he hoped was fresh enough to fool Robert. “Wait I can see through these eyes as well.. That’s convenient.”

Knocking on the door, he gave it a go. Attempting to rearrange his lifeless face into an angry expression as Robert opened the door with Tiny Tim behind him. “Why Hello Mr. Gaius, boss, you’re looking a little under the weather. Can I get you something?”

Springtrap attempted to speak, but found that it was impossible without his mask on, so he just threw it back on. “Don’t mind me, we’re bringing Toy Bonnie into the act. I’m just testing the new suit I ordered. Do you like it?”

“Uhh looks a lot like the old one sir.” Robert laughed to himself nervously. “We were just sitting down to Christmas Lunch, but I’d invite you in.. but.. My family is.. rather unusual.”

“Pah, useless mechanic. I don’t even know why I keep you around. No eye for detail.” Springtrap shook his head disapprovingly. “Tsk tsk tsk. I’m here to ask you why you didn’t come to work this morning.”

“It’s Christmas.. You gave me the day off sir.”

“Day off? Why would I do that when I have four broken animatronics. Damn things nearly tried to kill me AGAIN last night. They almost succeeded but I outsmarted them by killing myself on the inside, like I do every moment of this hellish debauchery we call life!” Springtrap stomped his foot. “This won’t do, you’re coming in to fix my robots and..”

“But my family, Christmas means so much to them.”

“Tell them to come along, I’ll let them play the arcade games while you work. Susan and Max “I never told you Susan and Max’s names… Wait… Do.. do you know!?!?!” Robert was understandably freaked out at this.

“I know a lot of the time you like to talk to yourself about your robot Tiny Tim, and the other oddballs and how am I’m about to raise your salary because I’m a foolish old man who should have paid closer attention to the conversations you’ve had with yourself to know how my son and daughter have been doing all these years.” Springtrap hugged Robert. “Come to the Pizzeria, and bring them. I have much to show you.”

“..What?!” Robert was completely dumbfounded but he did as was asked. Following behind Springtrap’s car in a truck with Tiny Tim in the passenger suit and the other animatronics in the back.

Much to his surprise he found the kid he instructed to get the goose was there waiting for him along with a worker from Herman Hamster’s carrying the bird.

“Thanks you two, you know kid. I really REALLY thought you were going to run off with my cash and get a… Ah like I know what the kids are into these days.” Springtrap laughed, tipping his hat and smiling to the confused boy.

“Mister Springtrap, you’re a rabbit!”

“I hadn’t noticed.” Springtrap said opening the door to the pizzeria. “Come in, come in. I can’t enter an entire goose by myself. Not sure I have the stomach for it, or a stomach at all really”

Things were finally settled in and it didn’t take long for Robert to fix Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. Allowing Robert, Springtrap, and the animatronics to sit down to dinner after the kid and clerk were finally paid. Chica and Toy Chica had been the main ones preparing the thing as such Robert and Springtrap both knew it was to be delicious.

The feast was on and Robert ate his fill of goose which Tiny Tim himself carved, Springtrap found he couldn’t really make his corpse chew so for him eating was quite the challenge. He did have a few glasses of wine however. Afterwards, Springtrap stood up and banged a spoon against his wine glass. “I have an important announcement. today was not just a wonderful Christmas. It was also my funeral. That’s right, as I’m sure most of you have figured out. I died last night.” Springtrap removed his hat and coat revealing his animatronic body soaked red in blood stains. “After Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy failed to me in. I took my own life, because I realized what I had done to my children, and their friends, was completely unforgivable. I fear I may become blood thirsty again in the future. I’m not a well bunny. As such, I’m having the Safe Room boarded up with myself placed inside. Officially I gave out the memo for this last week and if anything happened to be left inside it was your own fault. You were warned.”

“That’s.. Amazingly mature of you.” Foxy said in awe.

“Sir… I, what’s to happen to the restaurant?” Robert Crockett was flabbergasted, this was more than a lot to take in.

“I’m gonna fake my own death, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy will help me record a fake phone message showing that I died from door failure due to a power outage and you Robert can have my pizzeria. Do whatever you want with it. Just don’t let me out of the safe room. Where I shall retire after this night.” Springtrap laughed. “Ah… and one more thing. In my will, Robert you’re the new CEO of Fazbear Entertainment, and if you look in the prize corner Tiny Tim. I think you’ll find something you may want.”

Tiny Tim’s eyes lit up as Mangle went to investigate, finding a large box labeled. “Spare Balloon Boy Motors”

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was still doomed to commercial failure and closed all the same, but this time. Robert may the time he had left with his family last, and using a logbook of what Springtrap told him about the afterlife eventually helped them cross to the other side when it was time. Fazbear’s Fright couldn’t be prevented, but it would be faced with dignity.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!