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August 11th 2027 11:57pm

They’d been there simply waiting for what felt like hours but was in fact only twenty minutes. Huddled up in several cars, balaclavas covering their faces, armed to the teeth with weapons and a single mission they had to carry out; ruin Freddy Fazbear’s.

The night was chilly as it had been night after night for the last several days, the glass of their car windscreens and windows were steaming over from the differences in heat from the inside compared to the outside. Some of them fidgeted hands sliding over their weapons, dirtying them up with finger prints, some cracked their knuckles and various joints routinely out of boredom.

The waiting was awful.

The waiting was getting to them.

August 12th midnight

A single body came into view and walked up to the pizzeria, took out their keys, opened the door, then stepped inside.

“Here’s our chance boys.” Rufus told his boys before getting out of his car followed by the others. Seeing the first few exit their vehicle the others left theirs’.

“Alright so what do we do?” Adrian asked as he stepped up beside Rufus.

“We use the ladders to get on the roof, cut the wires to the antennae and phone, and plant that signal jammer.” He looked towards Matthew, “you’re the nerd you do it, rest of us move in through the back door.” Rufus instructed.

Some of the others acquired the ladders from their car and quickly rushed to the pizzeria, propped the ladder against the wall with one of the boys holding it in place as Matthew climbed up.

Rufus took hold of the back door and gave it a firm shove, the battered lock opened without a problem then he and the other six stepped inside.

“Nice and slow,” Rufus whispered and pointed to one of his boys, Nicky, “you get to the security office watch the cameras.”

“No problem boss.” Nicky replied. Nicky stood at, 5’6” but his body was heavily built with muscle, with his three inch Mohawk and aluminium baseball bat in hand he was looking individual. And mean he was, in prison for eight years for battering a forty-two-year-old man then raping his fourteen-year-old daughter in front of him, he’d been caught by the police a week after the incident. “I’ll find it.” He said before stalking off.

Rufus looked to the others, “Alright start tearing the place up.” He said quietly before went further inside, closing the door behind them.

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Everything had been quiet so far, yet the event earlier that day with those two law breakers entering the building had put the animatronics on edge and they had only just started to calm. Chica was in the kitchen assembling a pizza with extra cheese, pepperoni and smoked bacon. Now Chica hadn’t assembled the pizza for herself due to the fact she couldn’t eat it; she didn’t have the required parts to perform the act of consumption unlike the pirate wolf, something she was rather jealous of, but more so she assembled the pizza as a form of stress relief, a kind of zen, a meditation of sorts, it also helped the pizza wouldn’t go to waste as extra cheese, pepperoni and smoked bacon was Josh’s favourite, and always had been. The pizza so far had just the doughy base and the tomato puree spread across the top, she turned to get the rest of the ingredients from the fridge.

BANG

Something hit the floor elsewhere violently, Chica turned to look over her shoulder before making her way out of the kitchen. “Guys!” she called out then turned towards the main room, she paused immediately seeing three men standing there all dressed in black with balaclavas, some staring at her others turned and froze immediately upon seeing her.

She slowly looked at them, scanning them with unrestrained shock then glanced to the one closest to her then saw something in his hands. A firearm of sorts.

“… guns aren’t allowed on the premises.” She said with a shaky voice.

“THEY FUCKIN MOVE!” the man yelled in horror before raising his weapon, placing the metal stock against his shoulder and fired. Chica detected several impacts in a second tearing through her suit with ease and slamming violently against her carbon skeleton. She raised her arms to better protect herself turning so she could escape back into the kitchens. The other two men raised their own weapons and fired, Chica heard an ungodly boom then felt something in her body shatter, Chica cried out in horror as she felt her right leg stop working just as she put pressure on it and collapsed to the floor in a heap.

What was going on? Who were these men? Why were they doing this?

She didn’t want to die!

Using her remaining leg and her arms she crawled as fast as she could along the kitchen floor, she heard their footsteps as they approached.

DIRECTIVE 4: DO NOT HARM HUMAN BEINGS.

She doubted she could’ve even if she wanted to in this situation, but she needed to defend herself, needed to get away, she forced herself on her back and kicked the door as hard as her hydraulics could muster. The door slammed shut violently just as the human with the automatic weapon entered, the crashed into his nose causing him to stumble back into the others whom were unprepared for such movement and lost their balance, all three fell to the floor.

Not knowing what’d happened but knowing she’d bought herself some time, she pulled herself to the door, and pulled herself up using the work surfaces and locked the door. She glanced through the glass view hole of the door just in time to see one of the three humans raise his own weapon and fire, the ungodly boom was heard again though muffled by the door, not a second later the glass fragmented as several pieces of buckshot exploded against it, Chica fell back with a yelp, rolled back onto her front and crawled away towards the freeze as fast as she could, why the freezer? It was a big door and maybe she could hide. Maybe.

_SYSTEM STATUS:

WARNING!

RIGHT LEG: MALFUNCTION

• HYDRAULIC SEVERED

LEFT LEG: 75% FUNCTIONALITY

LEFT ARM: 68% FUNCTIONALITY

RIGHT ARM: 78% FUNCTIONALITY

NECK JOINT: 100% FUNCTIONAL

SKULL: DAMAGED

FUR SUIT: DAMAGED

BATTERY CELL: STABLE

CPU INTACT

SEEK IMMEDIATE REPAIRS_

She hoped the others were okay.

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Bonnie had entered parts and services to fix up his favourite red guitar, earlier in the day a kid thought it would be funny to put ice cream through the hole of his guitar, and now the melted desert was sloshing away inside it. Lying the guitar on its back on a nearby table he removed the strings, then using a screwdriver removed the screws which kept the neck attached to the body once removed he then took off the neck before flipping the body onto the front, he picked up the screwdriver once more before hearing a banging noise come from the main room. Pausing for a moment in shock he looked to the door, it sounded like someone had flipped a table or threw a chair, but why would they do that, and who had done that? Maybe Chica had made Wolfie mad again, the wolf did have a bad temper. He was about to continue when heard a sound that made his internal systems freeze up; gunfire.

Someone had a gun, guns weren’t allowed on the premises unless the individual was an officer of the law, who was here who had a gun? He need to get in contact with the police!

ESTABLISHING COMMUNICATIONS WITH AUTHORITIES …

UNABLE TO CONNECT

• SATELLITE UPLINK NOT DETECTED

• ALTERNATE LINK NEEDED

ESTABLISHING COMMUNICATION VIA LAND LINE

UNABLE TO CONNECT

• LAND LINES ARE DISCONNECTED

ESTABLISHING WIRELESS COMMUNICATIONS

UNABLE TO CONNECT

• SIGNAL JAMMED

They were cut off … Bonnie felt his jaw tremble in horror, they couldn’t contact anyone … what were they going to do?

He didn’t have much time to think of anything else as the door was blow open, Bonnie shielded himself from flying debris and looked to the door, the handle had been blown off, in a panic he moved deeper into parts and services just as a single man barged through the door with a large weapon in hand, he released his grip on the weapon with one hand and worked a slide action mechanism along the barrel, a round ejected and another was loaded in.

The man shouldered the weapon and began looking around the area, Bonnie shuddered in fear from his hiding, outside he could hear more gunfire and a horrendous boom followed by the sound of Chica crying out.

‘On no, Chica.’ He thought in panic, his optics never leaving the armed human, all the while his fourth directive was flashing in the corner of his eye. He couldn’t hurt the man, even in self-defence because of what happened in ‘87 and ’93, oh how the tables had ironically turned. It would’ve been almost funny if his and his friends’ lives weren’t in jeopardy and what of Josh?

“Antonio, you found anything?” another figure stepped into the room brandishing a flashlight.

“I heard something, I swear I did.” The man Antonio replied with a Spanish accent.

The other figure moved further into the room and shone his light around, “we got shit to do Antonio.” The man growled. All the while Bonnie quietly made his way towards the door, doing his best to avoid them and keep hidden in the darkness.

“I’m telling you I heard something!” Antonio shot back with frustration. Something clattered to the floor and both men spun around towards it with the second man shining his light.

Bonnie stared at them in horror as the spare endoskeleton part rolled across the floor.

‘Oh no.’

Bonnie bolted for it.

“GET IT!” he heard before hearing more gunfire and detecting several tears in his suit, Bonnie just made it to the stage when there was another almighty bang as several pieces of buckshot tore through his suit and slammed viciously against the left shoulder of his endoskeleton splintering parts of the carbon alloy and knocking Bonnie off balance. The purple bunny spun in mid-air as he fell off the stage and landed harshly on the ground skidding an extra two feet before stopping. He didn’t think he just acted, getting back to his feet as quickly as he could and ran towards the nearest corridor on the opposite side of the room trying his best to ignore the sounds of gunfire, angered yells and the damage he was detecting upon his person.

“DOWN!” someone yelled.

Not a second later there was an earth shattering boom and the whole pizzeria shook violently, Bonnie nearly lost his balance and stumbled another blast of buckshot sent him sprawling to the ground. Bonnie clawed at the ground, and forced himself back to his feet, another load of buckshot pounded into his back knocking him forward, his endoskeleton was badly damaged, his sensors told him as much but the forward momentum aided in his escape and he made it to the corridor more gunfire pounded into his back, he turned quickly and ran into the first party room, it was empty but it was trashed, hopefully he’d be able to hide somewhere.

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Wolfie was sat at a table in her back area behind Pirate’s Cove, Josh had been on time, which in turn meant he was late as he usually arrived early at quarter to twelve so he and she could have a little fun, but no he’d been turning up at about five to twelve or twelve on the dot and it was becoming more and more frequent. She knew the reasons though, she’d asked why he was arriving later than usual and his answer? College. The courses he was taking were tough and very advanced all based around robotics and advanced technologies. All so he could better understand the Animatronics and how they worked, or so he said. It was rather endearing in a way. Anyway, with him being on time he’d need to search through the footage to ensure everything was okay and she’d allow him that time, it usually took him twenty-five to thirty minutes, so she’d go around twenty-seven if he hadn’t come to look for her before then.

It was then her advanced audio sensors detected commotion coming from the main room, normally she was used to hear something going on between her friends but this didn’t sound like their kind of interactions. She stood up from her chair and moved towards her door, she’d just grabbed the door handle when she’d heard it, gunfire. Her ears pricked up and she opened the door and made a move towards the exit of her Cove.

There were two men already inside firing weapons at her beloved cove, then turned towards her and immediately shouldered their weapons.

**_UNKNOWN HOSTILES

FIREARMS DETECTED …

-SCANNING

REMINGTON 1100: 12 GAUGE SEMIAUTOMATIC

KALASHNIKOV 47: 7.62X39mm

THREAT LEVEL: LOW_**

With a snarl she continued her advanced at an accelerated speed, they raised their weapons and fired. 7.62 calibre bullets tore through her fur-suit with ease, small amounts of artificial blood burst through her organic skin and splattered across her grey fur, before flattening upon impact against her reinforced titanium breastplate. The other human fired his shotgun, multiple pellets of 00-Buck crashed into her body in a single mighty impact, her body recoiled but her sprint was barely interrupted. She leapt at the shotgunner, knocking him off his feet and landed harshly on the ground allowing her full weight to land on him. The man cried out in agony as his ribs snapped under the weight. Wolfie sat up, raiding both hands over her head only be knocked backwards off of her target.

“GET HIM!” a third assailant ordered, another shotgun in hand which he kept trained on the wolf animatronic. The rifle owner moved towards his downed accomplice and dragged him away all the while the third man kept Wolfie at bay with continued blasts of his shotgun.

Wolfie snarled, as the 12 gauge rounds slowed her down as she tried to get back up to her feet.

“IT AIN’T GOING DOWN!” the rifleman shouted as he pulled their friend away and continued to fire at her.

The shotgun blasts ceased, Wolfie got to her feet and turned with a ferocious snarl, ignoring the barrage of 7.62 bullets impacting against her body, the third man muttered something under the barrage of gunfire, pulled something from behind his belt.

Wolfie roared and charged towards them.

“DOWN!” the third man yelled before throwing something at her before diving out of the room cove.

An earth shattering explosion enveloped the room and Wolfie’s world went black.

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“Joshua!” Freddy gasped in shock upon entering the security office, he turned his gaze to the shorter man in the balaclava with a baseball bat who looked up at him. “You shouldn’t be here.” The bear said in a warning tone and narrowed his eye lids. Gunfire erupted from the main room, Freddy turned to look behind him in shock, “what on earth?”

It was then Freddy felt something hit his body, he turned back around and saw the shorter man bring the baseball bat down upon him again, doing little damage due to the thickness of his suit.

Freddy grimaced while stepping back trying to do his best to move out of the way of the bat all the while Directive 4 flashed in the bottom of his field of view. He couldn’t fight back, but he could disarm. The bat came down and Freddy reached out and grabbed a hold of it with a powerful grip, the short man tried to pull the bat away from him with little success before the bat was forced from his grip with little effort by Freddy.

The shorter man jumped back like a rabid animal reached around his back and pulled out a thick yet short revolver and raised it to Freddy’s head, reacting immediately Freddy raised the bat up to his face second before the gun went off. The bat fractured in Freddy’s grip but deflected the round, if only barely. A second shot rang out tearing through Freddy’s cheek and passed right through narrowly missing any of his skull. In horror Freddy turned away just as the third shot was fired nicking his plastic eye at the corner knocking it out of alignment with his optic sensor. The big brown bear ran as fast as his legs could carry him as more shots tearing through his suit and exploding against his skeleton.

Up ahead another man, came into the hallway hefted a larger looking gun in his hand and fired the blast knocked some of the momentum out of Freddy’s retreat and damaging parts of his endoskeleton, he turned his head to the party room on the right and dived in. His systems were already trying to contact the authorities only to find their connections had been severed or blocked. They were alone.

“Get him!” he heard one of them call out. He had to get away, but where?

Parts and services might be his best bet, but he had some distance to cross to get there, he wasn’t sure if he could, his best bet would be to get to Pirate’s Cove and enter from there hopefully he and Wolfie could come up with a plan … if she were still online.

The two men stepped into the room. The whole pizzeria seemed to shake as something elsewhere exploded loudly, the two men cursed and held their ears allowing Freddy to push past them and run as fast as his legs could carry him.

He felt gunshots pound into his back as he sprinted away, then more from his side as he encountered others.

One appeared in front of him blocking his path and began to fire at him with an automatic weapon.

Freddy raised his arms and closed his eyes, hoping and praying for the best, he heard the guy curse loudly but didn’t feel an impact, opening his eyes he saw he was free of the corridor and running towards the main room, Pirate’s Cove was in sight. He entered the main room, ignoring all the cries and yells from more gunmen and dashed straight into the room through the ruined curtains. He faltered upon entering, a large portion of the room was just black, ruined beyond recognition, his optics swept over the area and landed on a figure on the floor; Wolfie.

She was laying on her back, her eyes were dark as they stared straight at Freddy lifelessly, body blackened like the room, and shredded like paper exposing her endoskeleton; her head from what could be seen had major portions of the suit stripped away around her snout and throat, her right eye had been fully exposed revealing the optic, pieces of suit seemed to be dangling like meat under her jaw, her ear and neck. Her left arm had been shredded revealing metal along her bicep but the suit seemed more or less intact unlike the right arm where the metallic alloy was fully exposed from the shoulder down, bits and pieces of gore-like suit still clung to alloy. Her torso had taken a major brunt of the damage revealing parts of her metallic breastplate and the inner hydraulic systems. From what could be seen, there were small embers burning away at her tail and legs, her right one of which was missing fur along the front of her leg, the rest of it seemed to have melted against the metal alloy.

“Oh gosh, Wolfie!” he gasped in horror, he didn’t begin to analyse the obvious differences between their endoskeletons, he couldn’t think rationally, he didn’t want to leave her behind, but hated himself for doing what he was about to do; he left her and rushed as quickly as he could to the parts and services room, he opened it just as men came inside and fired in his general area, he slammed the door shut and locked it with the big heavy bolt, for the time being he was safe. But how would they get out of this? Were the others even still alive?

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Chica; huddled up in the freezer using large slabs of meet to barricade the door and keep it from opening, Bonnie; whom was hiding in a utility closet, a hidden door known only to staff in case of an accident and Freddy whom curled up in a corner in Wolfie’s area of parts and services, none of them knew it, but everything that had happened, happened within the space of five minutes.