FSE

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Everyone knew the tale of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. Everyone knew about the animatronics, machines built from industrial steel, decades more advanced than what should have been available.

In 1979 the first two had been created, “Fred The Bear” or simply “Fredbear” and “Bonnie the Bunny” even in the old days the two had advanced programming beyond what should have been available at the time, their endoskeleton structure was as complex as it was beautiful given the ability to turn the whole structure into a suit. But alone they could move, they could walk, and could speak albeit with pre-programmed responses.

Later in the early 80s the first and more memorable Fazbear character were created, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica the Chicken, and Foxy the Pirate Fox. Their endoskeletons were less complex due to lacking the suit feature but were no less as beautiful from a technological point of view, their programming as such was a vast improvement, actual artificial intelligence, though limited, their memory banks had been filled with multiple pre-programmed responses, conversations, and more, but more so, they could learn, learn to talk more, learn to respond differently. No one in the entertainment industry truly knew how these machines had been built as it was Fazbear’s greatest secret.

In 1987 the new wave of Animatronics was made, replacing the fur covered machines with a tough plastic surface, though their endoskeletons were built to a budget, they were smaller, weaker in construction, one alone had been pulled apart by children due to this weakness and would remain in such a mangled state for the rest of its days. However, it was in their programming that these new machines shined, they were smarter than their predecessors, their learning capabilities and learning speed beyond the older models. It was such a shame these Machines had been scrapped due to an unsightly incident.

The learning program of the ’87 models had been retrofitted into the early models whom had been rebuilt after being in a state of disrepair for so long. However, with a higher level of learning, and newer parameters built into their systems would thing go from bad to worse for the pizzeria. Many had been killed, torn apart by wires and metallic connections. The pizzeria had been shut down in the early 90s and the name Fazbear had turned into urban myth and legend.

In the early 2010s the legend was reborn as a horror attraction “Fazbear’s Fright” using the original Bonnie the Bunny animatronic, now dirty and withered from years of disuse, retrofitted with software from the 87 models and custom designed with a more horrific appearance, the site had only lasted a week before it mysterious burnt down.

Years later, someone brought up the idea of restarting the Fazbear chain, to revamp the animatronics with modern day technology. It had taken years and millions of dollars to start it up again, legal battles from those whom had suffered loss at the hands of the Fazbear company, and even mocking from the local populace and media over restarting the cursed franchise. But despite it all, it had worked.

In 2018 the new Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza had been opened with an all new Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, and to the surprise of everyone, it had been a huge success, and for a year the new restaurant blossomed. It wasn’t until the middle of 2019 that an executive of the new company wanted a new character, like Foxy, however the company had dismissed the idea, none of them wanted anyone to remember the events of 87 nor the 90s. However, there was a compromise …

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March 3rd 2020

“And so it were, that tha’ dastardly villain blackheart fell ta’ tha’ hands of Captain Wolfie.”

The sound of children cheering and clapping filled the little section of the of the new pizzeria. A being, dressed in pirate garb rose from their seat, a chest full of treasure, and bowed to their audience.

“Again!” the children cried with excitement and glee. “More, more!”

“Ah, as much as I’d be willin’ ta tell ya more, it’s time for food, and yer parents be waitin’ fer ya.” The Pirate said to the little kiddies.

With reservation the children agreed and rose from their seats. “Have a good birthday Susie.” The pirate called to a young Asian girl.

“Thank you!” the girl replied in a soft sweet voice before running off with her friends to their parents.

Captain Wolfie watched on, a smile tugging at their lips. “AH Wolfie ol’ lass, ya done it again.” They/she said quietly to herself. It was then her facial recognition software activated across her HUD and zeroed in on an approach figure from her side, she turned her head and smiled down to the boy. Data identified the child was eleven years old, twelve on May 9th, stood four feet tall, with jet black hair, and deep brown eyes, as brown as Freddy’s fur suit. More personal information listed their favourite subject in school was English Literature, and Computer Science, he didn’t like gym and didn’t like vegetables, mother had died during child birth and their father actually worked for the previous incarnation of the company and had a deep seated hatred and fear of the company and the animatronics, yet their child loved them, love her.

“Hey Josh.” Wolfie smiled dropping her pirate twang in favour of a simple American tone.

“Hey Wolfie.” Josh replied as he came up beside her then sat on her stage.

Wolfie lowered herself down at sat beside him, taking a brief glimpse to the crowd of kids being entertained by Freddy and the others.

“You not going to join the party?” she asked curiously and lifted a furred brow.

“Not my friends, not my party.” The boy replied as he looked to the group then back to Wolfie.

It was then her software focussed primarily on the boy’s right eye, not having seen it earlier due to his long fringe, a quick analysis showed the capillaries around the boy’s eye had burst had then subsequently haemorrhaged, the yellow puss like matter was forming around just around the eye forming a yellow-white like ring inside a sea of purple and red bruised tissue; the boy had a black eye.

“What happened?” Wolfie asked in a serious and tense tone as her whole body stiffened.

Joshua just shrugged nonchalantly, but his facial expression identified that he was upset over the matter and likely didn’t wish to speak of it, that would not do. Wolfie’s advanced programming instantly listed multiple ways to extract the information, only a few were suitable to the situation.

Wolfie placed a furred hand gently on the boy’s shoulder and spoke in a soothing motherly tone. “Josh it’s okay, you can tell, we’re friends right?” she knew she was manipulating the boy’s feelings to retrieve more information but under the circumstances it was necessary.

“Isaac and Billy.” He muttered quietly that only her advanced levels of hearing would’ve picked it up.

Her CPU quickly listed all information that cross referenced with Joshua and individuals called Isaac and Billy. It took less than a second.

Isaac Jones and Billy Graves; teenagers on the brink of adulthood, they didn’t go to Joshua’s school but they were a menace to the local area, convicted of multiple petty crimes, which included but were not limited to burglary, petty drug dealing and disturbing the peace.

“What’d they do this time?” she asked. These two had given Joshua and his friend trouble before, but Josh never told his father in fear it’s get him into further trouble.

“They chased me and I fell down.” He replied glumly.

So they hadn’t hit him, good, but still they had been chasing him, why?

“Why were they chasing you?” she asked.

“They were drunk and they just started yelling at me and ran at me.” He replied truthfully.

Something deep in Wolfie’s programming forced her fingers to curl up tightly into fists without her meaning to. She had to both diffuse the tense situation and increase the child’s level of happiness, she had to, he was her friend and friends made their friends happy.

“You hungry?” she suddenly asked, smiling sadly at Joshua.

Josh turned to look at her curiously then placed a hand on his stomach, “Yeah, a little.”

Wolfie jumped up and turned to him, removing her hat from her head she bowed before him. “Then would ye’ be willin ta escort this ol’ sea dog to tha’ kitchen fer some grub, Sir Josh?” she asked her pirate accent back in place.

Joshua couldn’t help the tiny giggle that escaped his mouth and nodded when she finally looked up to him. “Please.” He replied and got up to his feet as Wolfie rose up straight and offered him her hand. He smiled and craned his neck up to look her in the eye. She was tall, all the animatronics were tall; standing approximately six foot nine inches with her standing slightly taller at seven feet, they were imposing but never threatening.

“Then come with me if ya wanna eat.” She said as he took her hand, her large but soft fingers curled around his little hand and she led him to the kitchens where she found two of the chefs talking amongst themselves, that was until they noticed her arrival.

“Hey what ya doing in here?” the older chef saw Joshua by her side, “Kids ain’t allowed back here.”

Wolfie stood stock still and stared the man dead in the eye. “Get out.” She said in a slow cold monotonous tone.

The man opened his mouth to argue, but stared back at the lifeless cold expression the machine was giving him, it didn’t move, didn’t blink, it simply stared at him and stared to the point it was getting unnerving. “I uh … well,” he looked to his younger assistant, “we were going on our break anyway.” He said in a hurried manner and quickly moved towards the other entrance of the room, ensuring to keep his distance from the machine who simply followed him with its eyes.

Both chefs left and Wolfie turned to look as Josh with a soft caring smile. “Let’s see what we can fix up.”

The compromise had been a wolf rather than a fox, a female one at that. There had been one minor problem though, they didn’t have enough money to make another one, sure they could keep the restaurant going for a few years on the income, but they had a lot of money to pay back with loans, something a majority of their profits went into. Yet one day a woman, a Californian woman, presented them with a solution to their problem, she had a Machine she wanted to get rid of, an animatronic that she wanted to put into a good home, when asked where she got it, she replied only with, “it’s mine, my love child, whom I put every penny I ever made into building, and every waking moment I had constructing with my own two hands.” They had been unsure, but she had promised the machine was nothing like they’d ever seen before, and it wasn’t, the endoskeleton itself was … beyond their imagination.

“You built this?” they had asked.

“For the better part of seven years.” She’d replied.

“It’ll need a suit.” They had said.

“I have a way … but it’ll cost you, give it to me and once the machine is yours for free.” She said.

“Name your price.” They’d said.

And so months later and cash exchanges made, Wolfie had been born. Unlike her brethren constructed of a modern reinforced carbon fibre, she was Titanium, unlike her fellows with state of the art fur suits, which allowed for facial expressions and showed very little of the mechanics underneath, her covering showed none; to the passer-by she looked like a seven-foot-tall anthropomorphic wolf woman dressed as a pirate. She looked truly alive.

She didn’t know why she was different, only that she saw, while cooking with Joshua, she’d cut herself with a knife and blood ran from her palm, she thought little of it and didn’t tell Joshua. The others didn’t bleed, they couldn’t bleed, so why could she? Why was she so different? She’d searched the entirety of her memory banks every scrap of data her CPU held, but found nothing. At least until that night.

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9th May 2020.

Joshua’s birthday, she herself had been especially excited when she’d heard Joshua’s father had allowed him to have a party at the pizzeria.

The day had gone perfectly at first, they party had begun at 11:25 in the morning; Joshua, his friends and their parents came into the pizzeria and the festivities had begun all but immediately. Food was served at midday, which ranged from their famous pizzas, to burgers, vegetarian options for those inclined, plenty of soda passed around.

Chica had been the one to mention Joshua’s father’s obvious tense demeanour. They all knew why, even they knew of the company’s dark past.

“Sir, we’d like to talk to you for a moment.” Freddy had said to Joshua’s dad, “while the kids are playing amongst themselves.”

Joshua’s dad’s heart race increased, he was worried, scared even, but he had complied.

“We know of your history with our company.” Bonnie had begun as the five of them met in the corner of a room.

“Even we know what happened in the past,” Freddy had informed the man, “but believe me, our programming is much more refined than theirs, much more advanced than theirs, we’ve been operating for two years now and I assure you no one had been harmed.”

“We’re not a bunch of glitch-ridden machines.” Chica had stated before glancing at Wolfie, “Well maybe except her.”

“Shut it bird.” Wolfie growled back.

“Enough you two.” Freddy had said with authority before looking back to Joshua’s father. “Please, believe us, trust us, robotics is much more advanced these days than it was in the 90s, we are much more advanced than the models in the 90s.”

“We’re programmed not to harm humans on top of that.” Bonnie added, “just in case, you know.”

“And what of seeing humans at night as endoskeletons?” the man had asked.

“We don’t know how good their eyes were, but we tend ta notice the difference between a near seven-foot-tall piece of machinery and a six-foot-tall man.” Wolfie had replied.

The man had seemed the relax, even if a little and gave them the benefit of the doubt if not for his son’s case. The party had continued and all was well up until 1:30 in the afternoon when they came in.

Isaac Jones, Billy Graves and a few of their friends, all were drunk, old factory sensors indicated they had been smoking illegal substances and were high. The teenagers disrupted the party loudly, and spoke with foul language, they’d flipped tables, one past out on the floor and threw up his stomach contents, one had actually punched Bonnie, damaging his suit and causing the carbon fibre joints to lock up in the right arm. Freddy and Chica tried to reason with them. Wolfie was looking at the kids, whom cowered, looked to Josh who was frightened. That old familiar set of coding organics could describe as rage filled her entire being, she turned towards the teenagers and growled but her programming prevented her from taking any action over than what Freddy and Chica were doing.

Eventually Josh’s dad punched Isaac in the face which set off a pack mentality in the rest of them, they all attacked him, other adults tried to intervene but, nothing really came of it, and peace didn’t come till the police showed up minutes later.

“I am so sorry Josh.” Freddy had said to Joshua after everything that had happened.

“Not your fault.” The twelve-year-old brushed his tears away then looked to the brown furred bunny, “are you okay Bonnie?”

Said animatronic looked to his arm which had yet to move, frowning then looked to Josh with a little smile, “No problem.”

Josh’s dad had been taken to hospital for his wounds and Josh went home with one of his friend’s after his father assured him he’d be alright.

“What an awful end to the day.” Bonnie had complained glumly after his arm had been fixed.

“Agreed,” Freddy said in a dejected tone. “Perhaps tomorrow will be better.” He said trying to keep his team optimistic.

“Hope so, those jerks ruined a perfectly good party.” Chica said with a grimace and put her hand on her hips.

“I’m so done with today; I may just sleep all night.” Bonnie stated before mimicking a yawn.

“Me too.” Chica agreed and stretched, an action they’d all noticed early and late shift staff do.

“Now now, we can’t all stay asleep, there’s no night guard tonight.” Freddy told them, as their usual night guard had suffered a bad head injury earlier that day.

“No, why don’t you three shut down for the night.” Wolfie told them, “I’ll enter stand-by and wake up later, make sure everything is okay.”

Freddy turned to the larger animatronic with a grateful yet sad expression, “Are you sure Wolfie?” he asked.

“Of course, sleep. I’ll see you all in the morning.” She told them.

Night came and the animatronics shut down to recharge their batteries.

Wolfie awoke hours later to the sound of smashing glass and disgruntled infuriated voices. She stood up from her slouched position in her cove and poked her head out of the curtain, the security cameras didn’t seem to be on which would’ve been strange except for what happened earlier.

“What now?” she growled and stepped out of her cove, and followed the sounds of drunken yelling.

Looking at the front door, she found the glass had been smashed and the door’s frame badly broken open, she narrowed her eyes and continued on, upon entering one of the hallways her recognition software filled her HUD as she scanned multiple faces … it was them.

She suppressed a growl, they’d broken in and from the looks of it were graffiting the walls with rude words and phallic symbols in black spray paint, one was hacking at the wall with a fire-axe. All this destruction, why? For amusement? To fun?

Her hands were clenched into fists of rage, her lips pulled back into a snarl.

DIRECTIVE 4: DO NOT HARM HUMAN BEINGS

Her hands began to twitch her, her entire frame began to shake, so much so she didn’t notice one of them notice her.

“Hey, one of the robots!” one said to the others and they all turned and looked.

“Better get back Chris, it may stuff you!” one of them joked loudly

“Wouldn’t mind stuffing this bitch.” Another said.

“You sick bastard.”

The first one stepped up to Wolfie who eyed him her entire frame was shaking still.

“This bitch is trippin’ out.” He laughed and lifted his spray can and coated her face with black paint.

DIRECTIVE 4: DO NOT HARM HUMAN BEINGS

DIRECTIVE 4: DO NOT HARM HUMAN BEINGS

DIRECTIVE 4: DO NOT HARM HUMAN BEINGS

Memories of Josh filled her HUD, his black eye, his tears, his miserable frown, his utter depression, something clicked inside of her.

**_… FACTORY SETTINGS REINITIATED …

PRIMARY OBJECT …. SEARCHING ….

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TERMINATE ALL HOSTILE FORCES_**

It happened so fast none of them had a chance to stop it, Wolfie stopped shaking and her eyes flashed red and her furred hands landed on either side of the boy’s head and exerting little force from her wrist hydraulics spun the boy’s head an entire 180 degrees, his neck breaking with an audible crack all in the matter of a second.

The laughter died down immediately as they stared at their friend staring at them with dead lifeless eyes and a shocked expression forever stuck on his face.

Wolfie lifted her arm and gently poked the still standing corpse and knocked it over, her eyes followed it to the ground before turning her optics towards the others. There was an eerie silence where no one moved, no one reacted, that was until Wolfie began walking towards them did all hell break loose.

The police arrived the next day when Joshua came to visit, he entered the premises after the police gave the okay and he found his four friends.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Those teenagers from last night broke in, damaged some equipment and spray painted on Wolfie.” Freddy said as they all turned to look at the fuming Wolf pirate.

“You gunna be okay Wolfie?” Joshua asked looking at his closest metallic friend.

Wolfie imitated a sigh then smiled to Josh, “Yeah I will be, maybe it’ll wash out, I hope.” She replied, adding the last part quietly.

“What happened to them?” Josh asked.

They all shrugged, “No one knows, camera footage and recording were destroyed after a certain point, no one was here when the police arrived this morning, they’re gone.” Freddy informed them.

“I hope they don’t come back.” Joshua said sadly.

“They won’t,” Wolfie said and she stepped up to Josh, “’cause if they do, they’ll have to deal with this ol’ sea dog.” She added with her pirate twang and knelt to him, “and I’m the toughest thar be.”

Joshua chuckled and put his arms around her, “That’s true.”

Wolfie returned the embrace. “I bet they’ll never come back here again.” She said as she eyed several police officers eating burgers that had been offered to them on the house.

It was strange what one could learn about themselves given the situation. She felt like an amnesiac patient that had been given a glimpse as to her past self, a hidden part of her mind locked away and pushed deep, deep down into the depths of her CPU. She had in depth information about herself, her being. A skeleton of reinforced titanium and some form of biological coating … biological? Alive. How curious.

She looked to Joshua and smile, “how about we get you some grub, Chica may even make her famous pizza for ya.” She wiggled her brows.

“Of course!” the chicken animatronic said with glee and clapped her hands together before taking hold of Josh’s hand and running to the kitchen with Freddy and Bonnie in tow.

She followed them with her eyes all humour, all sense of life left her face as a simple question ran through her mind.

‘What am I?’