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Chica could hear everything that had happened on the radio. Something had gone wrong, or right depending on your point of view, something had attacked these armed thugs; was it Joshua? Couldn't have been, he wouldn't have been able to fight again the kind of firepower these men were wielding. It couldn't have been one of her fellow, they weren't programmed to fight, weren't programmed hurt people, but then who was doing this?

She heard the men retreat from the door cursing loudly as they departed. If she were human she'd have breathed a sigh of relief and pray they didn't come looking for her again. But first things first, she needed to get out of here, to find the others and hope they weren't, she paused trying to push down the fear that crept into her mechanical mind, hope that her friends, her family weren't dead.

She rolled onto her chest and started to crawl towards the door ignoring the pieces of meat that hung from hooks, she grabbed the slabs of meat she placed against the door and pulled them away. She pushed her working leg under her body, placed her palms on the floor and pushed herself up, she couldn't move her other leg, but maybe she could still use it for balance. She hesitated then placed her leg on her unresponsive leg, she paused, she was stable but she had to use her arms to keep her balanced.

'Okay, now get the door and get out of here.' She thought to herself, and stared warily at the door handle, she reached out gripping the handle in her left hand and pulled the door open a little, she stepped back using her working leg forcing her to drag the other. She managed to get the door open without falling, pressed a hand to the door frame to help her balance and cautiously looked around the kitchen.

“CHICA!" someone yelled

“AAHHHHH!" The chicken screamed before losing her balance and falling to the floor.

“Oh gosh Chica! I'm sorry." Bonnie whimpered as he rushed over to her side.

“Bonnie?" Chica looked up to see her purple friend and gasped, the top segment of his right ear and been blown away and there were multiple exit holes in his chest and belly. “Oh goodness, Bonnie." She gasped in horror.

“Hey, hey it's not so bad." He tried to reassure her, “you're in a worst state than I am," he flinched upon hearing gun fire roar up again outside, “c-come on, we got to get out of here, we need to find the others." He helped Chica to her feet then had her put her arm around him for support.

The pair moved carefully towards the door, when they heard the gunfire draw nearer along with a different foreign sound, like roar of heavy machinery, they heard a loud bang followed by the sound of someone crying out in agony. Suddenly two of the armed assailants ran by the door firing wildly behind them, Chica and Bonnie stilled in fear staring at the door as if expecting the two men to come back, moments later something stormed past the door, a grotesque blend of fur, flesh and metal. It didn't even notice them.

“Wolfie?" the pair said together in shock, they glanced to one another before Bonnie looked at Chica's leg.

“We need to find a spare." He stammered out, “do you know how to fix it?" he asked to which Chica shuck her head, “no? Me neither." He admitted reluctantly, “but we got to try."

The pair stepped out of the kitchen, Bonnie looked down the hallway Wolfie and the attackers had gone down when he heard Chica gasp.

“What?" he asked in fright.

“Bonnie look." Chica gasped and pointed with her free arm.

He did so, and didn't like what he saw, a man was on the ground, not moving, his weapon lying beside him, the pair made their way closer to him to inspect him, the man was lying in a forming pool of his own blood with the epicentre of the man's chest having been blown open, strips of flesh, meat and cotton clinging to the body, the man's eyes were wide and unseeing staring out to nothing, from what they could hypothesise he'd been dead before he hit the floor, if not, they hope he had been otherwise he death would have been agonising and drawn out.

“C-come on, we got to keep going."

The two animatronics made their way into pirate's cove, both gasping at the sight of the blackened walls, burning pictures and destroyed props littered around the room. They pushed onwards, trying to keep down their fear at the situation. Elsewhere there was an eruption of gunfire, Bonnie and Chica clung to one another tightly and squeezed their eyes shut as if anticipating a barrage of gunfire to tear into them. They felt nothing, the gunfire erupting from elsewhere within the pizzeria, Bonnie pushed them both back up made their way towards parts and services, the door swung open freely without a problem then closed the door behind them plunging the room into darkness. The gunfire was muffled now from the distance, to the point they could almost tune it out, that aside the room was eerily quiet.

“Come on, let's find those part." Bonnie said softly to Chica.

They switched to night vision and their focus immediately shifted to the floor, another man lay on the ground, face up like the other one with a screwdriver impaled up to the handle into the side of his head, there was only a little blood that trickled from the wound down the screwdriver's handle before dripping rhythmically onto the ground collecting into a small puddle.

The pair stared at the body, questions racing through their minds. They didn't have time to answer them now, they had to keep moving, they turned the corner of Wolfie's dressing area only to find another human laying on his chest his face staring up to the ceiling, the skin around his neck split open and blood guzzling out rapidly. Chica yelped almost losing her balance if not for Bonnie wrapping his arms around her.

“It's okay, it's okay come on, come on." He ushered her along as they bypassed the dead man.

“How could Wolfie do this? It was Wolfie we saw right?" Chica asked in horror.

“I uh … I think so." He whispered back as they moved down the hallway to the main parts area, spare animatronic suits were hung around the walls of the room, with a few metal shelves stood erect adjacent to the walls parts for the endoskeletons.

“Come on, let's see if we can find what we need." Bonnie whispered

Then they heard another voice. “B-Bonnie, C-Chica?"

They pair yelped in fright and turned towards the voice, there, leaning against one of the metal shelves was Freddy, looking scared and rather timid.

“Freddy! You're okay." Bonnie said with excitement.

“I'm alive, b-but I don't think I'm okay." He replied and looked to Chica, “what happened?"

“The joint in my leg has been severed." She explained as she ran a diagnostic over her endoskeleton. “Do you know how to fix it?" she asked.

Freddy nodded slowly, “Yes I do." During the time he'd been awake he'd looked through the many instruction manuals the pizzeria owned on animatronic maintenance, but he never found one for Wolfie … speaking of which, “Have you two seen Wolfie?" he asked.

The nodded glumly, “We've seen her." Bonnie replied as he aided Chica towards one of the tables, “she's killing them. How is she doing that?"

“I don't know Bonnie; I really don't know." Freddy replied then looked to Chica, “Where about is the damage?" he asked.

“The joint between my torso and thigh." She replied.

Freddy grimaced, the lower leg could be removed by removing the knee guard … “We'll have to remove your suit."

She nodded her head reluctantly, strangely they didn't like having their suits removed and it had only happened a few times over the years, mostly to get them cleaned if they got dirty. “Okay."

Bonnie kept Chica propped up while Freddy went around her back, removed her neck covering and found the hidden latch, he took a gentle hold of it and began to pull it down.

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Minutes Earlier

“We're gunna fucking kill you. DO YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!" Rufus screamed through the radio.

Wolfie turned and picked up the radio, before turning back to the camera as she brought the radio to her mouth, she opened her jaws;

SCCCRRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!

The radios internal parts shattered from the feedback, she dropped the radio and made her way back through the parts and services. Stepping back into the main room she picked up the remaining shotgun shells and pocketed them in her coat. She pulled the sawn down shotgun from her belts, broke it up and allowed the used shell to drop, before replacing it and closed the weapon up before tucking it into one of her belts.

**_CURRENT ARMAMENTS:

10 INCH BLADE STAINLESS STEEL COMBAT “BOWIE" KNIFE

GLOCK 17- 9MM + 2 MAGAZINES

RUGER GP100 .357 MAGNUM + 12 ROUNDS

DOUBLE BARREL SHOTGUN – 12 GAUGE (SAWED DOWN) + 5 SHELLS._**

It was strange for her to carry actual weapons. Yet for whatever reason it felt right. What she was, was becoming more and more clear and obvious, the why and how however were becoming more prevalent questions in her mind.

She looked ahead and marched on leaving the room, stepping over the dead human Sam, walked past Ricky without so much as a glance to either of their corpses, and exited into Pirate's Cove, she withdrew the shotgun once more deeming it the most efficient weapon and placed her index and middle finger gently on the two triggers as she marched towards the ruined curtains, she could hear footsteps coming from the kitchen's direction, an ambush would be an effective strategy.

She stepped out through the curtains, then everything felt like it was going in slow motion, turning her gaze to her right she saw three more gunmen, three more parasites that needed squashing, she raised her right arm as the parasites pathetic minds only just began to react, gun level she pulled the one trigger with her middle finger, the first one could only utter deep exhale of air as his chest tore open, his weapon hit the ground before his body. She turned her focus not waiting for the body to fall, she was .001 seconds too slow as a round of buckshot caught her right shoulder throwing her aim a little off, a few stray pieces of shot slashed across the cheek of her target, he bled, he cried but he lived.

“GET THE FUCK OUTTA THERE!" came the voice from the radio as another round of buckshot slammed into her torso tearing pieces of leather, cotton, fur and flesh from her body, she recoiled but only slightly.

“Go, we gotta move!" the shotgunner yelled to the injured one, he fired another round into her right breast causing her to recoil back, the pair used this time to make their escape and retreat down the corridor.

She stormed after them immediately, her feet padding into the dead man's blood and leaving bloodied tracks in her wake, the parasites fired wildly behind them a few stray shots pinged against her exposed titanium endoskeleton uselessly, she slid the shotgun back into her belts and pulled out the Glock pistol from another location from her belts using her left hand, she raised her arm and fired just as they ducked into one of the party rooms; the bullets splintering the plaster of the walls.

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“Fucking robot's gone postal!" Matthew said in horror as he and Rufus watched everything via the security feed.

Joshua was still sprawled across the ground unconscious a large dark bruise across his head, and Carlos was still fighting to breathe properly through his agony because of his broken ribs.

“Fuck this thing!" Rufus suddenly erupted as he grabbed his shotgun from the desk, “get your rifle!"

Matthew looked at him like he'd gone mad, “what? Are you high? You threw a grenade at the damn thing and all you did was piss it off, what're we gunna do with a shotgun and a rifle?"

“We'll kill it, I fucking know we can!" Rufus shot back, “Now get your rifle!" he snapped before making his way out the door.

Matthew thought this was a bad idea, a very bad idea, but he grabbed the M14 rifle and followed Rufus out of the door. They charged a head hearing the sound of gunfire echoing through the hallways, upon reaching the end of the security hallway Rufus pressed himself tightly against the wall and peeked around, just to see the robot enter into one of the party rooms, then there was silence.

Wolfie glanced around the room, they were in here somewhere, and she'd get them. She switched her red scanning vision to thermal, and immediately saw tracks on the floor, hot tracks against the cold floor surface. She raised her pistol and withdrew the shotgun with her right hand as she followed the tracks with her eyes then pointed the Glock at one table covered with a “It's Party Time!" sheet and aimed the shotgun at another table just across from it.

Footsteps from behind!

She whirled around only to get buckshot in her shoulder throwing off her aim, a second barrage of bullets slammed into her upper torso and head.

“GET HER!" the new assailant yelled.

The first two came out from hiding from her peripheral vision and opened fire on her knocking her off balance, the polymer pistol in her hand exploded as buckshot pounded against its frame as the shotgun was blown from her hand, she fell to the floor moments after the shotgun skidding across the ground.

“LETS GO!" one of them called as the other two made a quick dash to them.

The combination of buckshot and the heavier bullets slamming harshly into her body made getting up slow and difficult, over the sound of gunfire she heard her first two targets escape, she snarled, roared out like an enraged animal and tried to grab one only to miss as she was forced down by more gunfire. As soon as they were able her targets fled.

The placed her hands on the floor, watching the tiniest droplets of blood drip from her face as strings of fur and flesh from her face and torso dangled a few centimeters from the floor, she growled metallically and pushed herself back onto her feet, and charged after them foregoing all caution and machine like precision for pure animalistic rage.

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Rufus and his remaining boys sprinted into the security room. Matthew picked up the tablet and dressed the door release button, the left door slammed shut just as Adrian made it clear. They could hear the robot charging down the halls, but at least now they had a moment to breathe.

“You boys okay, ya'll right?" Rufus asked as he looked between Adrian and Lucan before further inspecting the formers cut cheek, “shit man, looks clean though, think you'll be okay." Adrian nodded but grimaced from the stinging pain in his cheek.

“You know what man, fuck this place, fuck Cue ball, we gotta get the hell out of here!" Lucan cursed out getting a quick agreement from the others.

Suddenly there was a blur in the left window followed immediately by a loud metallic bang coming from the door itself.

“Shit! It's here." Lucan cursed as he began reloading shells from his pocket into his semi-automatic shotgun.

“Mother fucker mother fucker, mother fuck …" Adrian growled angrily before removing the empty magazine from his Ak-47 and replaced it with the last one he had. “Argh shit." He cursed before aiming at the door.

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“Relax it can't get in here, the doors are made of three-inch-thick steel." Matthew replied yet reloaded the magazine in his M14 rifle.

“G-guys?" Carlos stammered from the floor fighting through the pain.

“Carlos, you hang tight man, we're gunna be fine." Rufus replied without taking his eyes from the door while loading shells into his Mossberg shotgun.

“Wh-what's going on?" Carlos asked while staring at the door.

“Chill man!" Rufus bit back with frustration.

Suddenly their attention was brought to the window as the pirate wolf stared at them. The machine's face was torn open from the multiple gunshot wounds it'd suffered, strings of flesh and fur hung from its face and jaw like hair dripping ever so slightly with blood, the right side of its face had suffered the worst, fur and flesh blown away revealing the gleaming silvery wolf-like skull and the haunting glow of a red optic which, along with the lifelike yellow eye, stared at them through the glass, it snarled like an animal at them before it seemed to focus on one thing and suddenly went very still.

There was an eerie silence between the all as they stared at it staring at something. Hesitantly Matthew turned his head to follow the robot's line of sight only for his eyes to land on the night guard Ricky had knocked out earlier.

“Oh … shit." He whispered in horror.

“JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSH!" The machine roared in a mix of horror and unbridled rage.

The men jumped upon hearing the cry and aimed their weapons at the robot before it disappeared towards the door and resumed its attack with utter most fury, their panic began to increase as the door began to bend and buckle under the strain.

Carlos suddenly cried out in terror as a bloodied and torn grey furred hand burst the steel and just as suddenly pulled back leaving blood and strips of meat clinging to the sharp edges of the bent metal.

“Oh shit, oh shit!" Carlos stammered and tried to push himself back.

“Three inches you said! Three inches!" Adrian yelled at Matthew as they all took a step back weapons pointed back at the door.

More parts began to buckle and bend, then four furred toes pierced the bottom of the door before being pulled back then another set of piercings were made.

“What the shit, what the shit!" Lucan repeatedly as panic gripped him.

Two large hands came through the pierced holes, fingers curled into the steel door, then the door's closing mechanism began to groan slowly as if in agony as the robot pulled, the door began to budge.

“KILL IT FUCKING KILL IT!" Adrian cried out before peppering the door with 7.62 caliber bullets pounded into the metal while aiming at the machine's fingers, the left hand immediately retreated as several round impacted against the fingers before forcing its way through the small gap made between the door and the floor with the other hand joining it moments later.

The closing mechanism continued to groan as while Matthew continues pounded his fingers on the “close" function for the door on the tablet.

“Come on, come on!" he pleaded but still the door was forced higher.

“LIGHT IT UP!" Rufus yelled before he and Lucan began firing their shotguns at hands.

Adrian yelled out as his AK emptied and with no extra ammunition he grabbed Matthew's M14 rifle and fired at the door, the heavier .308 rounds denting the steel door further and further.

The robot's body could be better seen, it's torn up leg and thigh, the blown apart stomach region and mangled pirate coat. They were getting nowhere the fucking robot was gunna get in and kill them, an idea came to Rufus and he motioned for Lucan to follow him, this was their last ditch effort to get out of there! Adrian held his fire as Rufus motioned for him to do, the door was just being lifted to chest when it ducked down and placed the door against its shoulders. Rufus and Lucan immediately dropped down to one knee and fired their shotguns right into its face and chest repeatedly knocking the machine off balance and onto its back, Matthew pressed the door to close the mechanism groaned before the door came slamming down.

Right onto the wolf's bent right knee while the foot was placed firmly onto the floor, the door caved in around the knee but a metallic groan came from both the door mechanism and the robot.

“Damn it!" Rufus cursed, before throwing the empty shotgun to the ground.

The machine didn't move though … perhaps the door had trapped it, maybe they'd finally done some fucking damage to the damned thing. The latter thought was crushed as it started moving again, trying to get its leg free.

“This, this may be it, we can get out of here." Lucan said with a brief glimpse of hope in his voice.

A gunshot rang out and Lucan screamed in agony as a bullet went right through his knee, Rufus and the others immediately moved away from him as he dropped to the floor, he caught sight of the robot staring at him through the gap between the door and the floor caused by its leg, in its hand was Ricky's small .357 magnum revolver, then there was a bright flash and a second bullet went right through his eye and exploded through the back of his skull.

“OH SHIT!" Rufus yelled before the machine fired four more times into the room, one shot got Matthew in the shoulder while the rest missed.

“COME ON!" Rufus yelled out as he grabbed Carlos who cried out from the pain in his ribs and began to pull him towards the other door.

The angered pirate machine threw away the empty revolver before sitting up placing both hands under the door and pushed upwards freeing her knee and allowing her to shift into a better posture, she lifted the door higher and higher.

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“COME ON! COME ON!"

“LETS GO, LETS GO!"

She could hear the voices coming from the room, she wouldn't let them escape she couldn't they had to die! They must die! They must all be eliminated.

She stayed in her crouched positon, lifting the door above her head then dived rolled into the room.

“OH SHIT!"

“LEAVE HIM LETS GO!"

She looked on and saw two of the men already running out of the room while another, dragging away one she'd injured earlier looked from her to him then back to her, before letting go of him and running out of the room.

“NO MAN, NO, NO YOU CAN'T!" the injured one yelled out as she pushed herself up to her feet.

The detected damage to her right knee, but couldn't fix it at the moment, she didn't have time. She limped powerfully towards the downed man, pulled the long knife from its sheath on her belts, as her prey tried to pull a gun from its holster, he pointed the weapon at her firing off only one shot before falling onto him, bringing the blade down and impaled him between the eyes, his eyes twitched before working out of sync, his mouth twitched open and close while trying to make words then he stopped moving.

She pulled the knife from his head then turned to look at Joshua, she couldn't leave her beloved, she stood up and limped over to him, she knelt down and gently shook him.

“Joshua" her voice sounded rough and metallic, “Joshua, wake up."

She ran her still furred hand over his wound, a blow to the head, a minor concussion, his skull was intact, he'd be okay. “Come on, you know not to keep me waiting." She said and shook him a little rougher, then he groaned.

“Wh-what? Where?" he gasped and looked around with shock and confusion, before he focused on her, “W-Wolfie?"

He was responsive but not fully functional, it would have to do.

“Listen Josh, bad men are here, you need to stay here and stay safe, understand?" she told him

He nodded slowly blinking rapidly then he seemed to focus on her more, “Are you okay?"

She smiled as best she could given her current state and nodded, “As long as you're safe I'm perfect." She stood up glancing at the cameras, they were getting away she couldn't allow them too, she picked up the dead one's small revolver and quickly marched back out the way she came, the door now frozen she grabbed the bottom of it and forced it up. They'd harmed her friends, hurt her beloved and ruined her home, they were not allowed to leave.