"Hello? Can you hear me?" A distorted voice asked from his Foxy Fazwatch.
Gregory sat alone in Foxy's private room, trying to sleep as he listened to the fox playing with all the youngest visitors to the Mega Pizzaplex. It'd only been two days since Bonnie's disappearance and neither of them were holding up great. The last talk I had with him was about how I stole from people. He'd taken a raincheck on many of the activities he normally would've been happy to engage in. Playing pirates, crushing his peers' high scores, catching up on the Staff's gossip from the vents, going on rides, everything but stalking unattended food lost some of its spark knowing the rabbit still hadn't turned up. Foxy was still in high hopes, 'Tha slugger's gonna punch his way back ta us soon enough, laddie!' he'd say every chance he got. Since the boy was always tired, hungry, and didn't feel like doing anything recently, the captain would often leave to check on Freddy. The hacker thought feeling so 'blah' about everything might at least render him empty enough to sleep, but every little squeak of metal, shriek of an especially annoying toddler, or muffled conversation behind Foxy's private room door would make his eyes snap open.
And now there was what sounded like some random tween guy trying to talk to him through the Fazwatch the Puppet gave him.
"How the hell did you find this watch?" He asked, finding his ruby watch's screen was coated in purple glitches.
"Not important right now, I don't have much time. You can't trust them. Bonnie didn't vanish for no reason, you aren't any safer with Foxy!" The boy warned.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Gregory groggily pressed.
"Have you ever talked to the other animatronics? Have you ever gone near them at all? Have you ever been given a reason to believe they were after you? Because I don't think you have. You need to get away from him! Just ask him about what's under the Pizzaplex! If someone finds my body, they did it!"
The voice cut out, a surge of sickly emerald static covering the screen with the Prize Puppet's smiling face. He'd never truly liked that creepy thing, she only sat in her little box, tucked back in the corner of the Prize Counter, and always... thinking... preoccupied... dead to the world around her until Foxy dragged her out of the store. The one and only time she visited Gregory in the Daycare was a night or two after he broke in. She'd walked in on wobbly, tentacle-like legs that were never meant to operate away from her strings, gifted him his Foxy Fazwatch, had a small chat, and returned to the Atrium. He swore up and down to the fox that she looked different on the cameras than she did when he met her, but the rogue constantly and awkwardly dodged the entire topic. What could she be doing in that dark crate? It seemed likely it was something to do with the Main Systems, but his only basis for that was the fact all computers in the building were connected to that network. Whatever her deal was, he usually tried to keep his distance until their mutual friend inevitably placed them together again. The one thing they never failed to agree on was to play some simple, short game or two until the pirate or bunny returned and tell them they had a good time.
Maybe she had something to do with what happened to Bonnie? But why? Weren't they friends? What was different about all the other animatronics? At first he thought it might be Safe Mode, as the Daycare Attendant was pre-programmed to always favor that system to Stage Mode or standard guest interactions, but if that were the case, why was Bonnie so nice to him? Sure, the robots were supposed to interact with kids, but they were also parts of the Nightguard's toolkit for throwing out people that weren't meant to be there after hours. Why was he the exception? What made him so special? Nothing did, he was just another nobody in a sea of forgotten kids, even undesirable to the other rats. He was nobody. He was nothing. I'm nobody. I'm nothing. But that's fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine. So why did Foxy bother with him? What was under the Pizzaplex? He should've seen this coming; everyone had an agenda, everyone just wanted to use everyone else for whatever goal they had this week, even Cassie had art school and potential robotics aspirations. A part of him thought the animatronics would be different, purely programmed to put on a show, but this call couldn't have come from nowhere.
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Like he'd been summoned by the message blocked by the Marionette, the pirate ascended the rope ladder to their hideaway.
"Ah, lad, I was hopin' yee were able ta sleep. It be lookin' like tha only treasure ya can't reach be in tha deep Zeeee!" The pirate chuckled to himself.
Gregory did not giggle under his breath, for the record.
"Is there something under the building?" He asked. Might as well rip just the band-aid off quickly.
"...Yer gonna hafta get a little more specific, matey..." His golden eye cast to the side.
"Anything, really. Sometimes I overheard you and Bonnie talking about things crawling up from the basement. I just wanna know if there's something you're not telling me." Gregory reiterated to his supposed friend.
"Nothin' ya gotta worry yerself 'bout, lad. It be better fer everyone if yeh don' get caught between a rocky shore an' a beastie's claws. Tha adults will take care of everythin' fer ya, tha's what we're meant ta do!" The pirate tried to ease him, getting a small glare in return.
"How is that supposed to help if you won't tell me anything? If it's nothing big, and everything's fine, why won't you just tell me?"
"I don' got all tha details, Gregory. I be afraid only tha first mate's got any idea wha's goin' on."
Some kids yelped as the lights began to flicker, followed by something plastic toppling over.
"I'll come back fer ya later, lad, but I gotta make sure tha rest of tha crew be okay. Please try ta get a nap.
Gregory laid back down as the fox slid down the long ladder, the strange signal still bouncing in his head. The animatronics were far more complex than most non-military grade tech, it was far from impossible for one or more of them to have some secret motives. He held onto the idea that Foxy was his friend as long as he could, but couldn't ignore the presence of a missing child article on an abandoned newspaper the next day.
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Gregory stirred in his orange arm, a whimper escaping his chapped lips and watery eyes squinting tightly shut. Freddy tried to gently rock the boy back and forth without jostling Six, whatever was quiet and effective enough to calm him from whatever nightmare he might be having. Unfortunately, there'd be plenty of bad dreams he couldn't help them handle when they left. Despite the programmer's obvious distress, Mono turned out to be a much more pressing matter. Maybe it was not knowing exactly how well Six was doing, maybe it was only having one pair of semi-reliable eyes on the black Atrium they walked through, maybe it was his remaining reservations about Freddy, maybe raincoated girl knew a way to make him relax, but he hadn't stopped casting his gaze to every little thing that made the slightest sound. The girl resting on his head seemed to know something was wrong, fidgeting and writhing in place on the lead singer's shoulders, but had either managed to fall asleep or wasn't fully aware enough to look to her friend. Part of the bear admittedly wanted to wake her, to get some help with the taller boy's... situation... but decided against it. Her abilities were impossible, of course, but that didn't mean she was without limits, she needed to rest just as badly as Gregory.
That didn't mean the Entertainer enjoyed what was happening, but getting through tonight required a lot of focusing on smaller victories.
They finally came across the entrance to the bakery, quietly climbing the deactivated escalator beside Monty Golf while a broken, barely functioning Roxanne blindly dashed between open vents in the distance, for some reason. While it sent shocks through his personality chip to see her in such a state, but accidents happen. Roxy was easily one of the most popular animatronics in the establishment, fourth behind Freddy himself, Bonnie second, and Foxy was their best seller, management would theoretically fix her when it was time to reopen. Chica's primary attraction had a massive plastic cupcake overlooking the Pizzaplex, 'Let's Eat' painted in yellow over the front, and three colorful spirals like swirly-pops around the front wall. Mono released his pinky and jogged ahead, finding the security node and placing his static-covered palm on the white imitation of Chica's face. His pupils burst into tendrils within his eyes and irises expanded their arctic blue glow. Strangely, as Freddy activated his AR filter, he found a second Parent Node to the left of Chica's standard lock. It was a pure black hologram in the shape of the imposter Puppet's weeping mask with bright green pupils, many emerald digital cones connected it to the normal security system and three other nodes somewhere around the Atrium. Streaks of green guided the AR filter to the several Child Nodes as the white bird head flickered with violet light.
To the chicken's right, Mono and Six's light blue icon manifested, a single arrow connecting it to the white bird and a second pointing to the other side, a blue line curving to make a fifth point on the Marionette's firewall. Freddy was unfortunately forced to wake Gregory, as he was the only one with the equipment and knowledge to unlock the doors and access the abundance of treats within. Six shivered and sent a dark wave swirling around his face, disappearing from his shoulders and teleporting by Mono's side. GGY's movements were still sluggish and labored, taking a little longer to disable the Bakery's blockade than the one on the Raceway. He took the opportunity to scan the three; Gregory's temperature had risen slightly, Six still raised every starvation warning he had, and Mono was clearly bleeding from his hand. There were four shallow cuts over the boy's palm where he repeatedly scratched as they walked. The machine took a knee and gently placed a hand on the signal child's shoulder, startling him for a second before he relaxed and grabbed Six's hand.
"Superstar, since I am unable to enter the Bakery, and I must collect the Golden Plushies, I would like to inform you that there is a Med Station inside. Please tend to your hand and try not to irritate the wound more." He stated.
Mono glanced to the bandage still on his other arm, firmly in place since his old injury slammed against Freddy's internal frame when this nightmare began.
"And I mean that, superstar. You have proven you already have knowledge of how to operate on yourself, take everything you need. I will check on you once you leave the Bakery.
Additionally, before you use the Fire Escape, I would like you and Six to take some stress toys from the Prize Counter. The Security Puppet will be able to guide you to one." He recommended, they'd already taken clothes and a Faz-A-Pult, might as well give them something to prevent more harm.
The glass doors clicked open, giving Freddy a chance to talk with the hacker.
"Superstar, how are you feeling? I have noticed you are not working at your normal speed, is something wrong?" He asked.
"...I'm fine, just a little tired." The boy hesitated, shaking as he stuffed his AR Freddy mask and Fazwrench in his duffle bag.
"Gregory, please do not lie to me, I only want to help." The giant doll insisted.
The mechanic stopped, both preparing to step into the cold, wonderful smelling structure and tempted to turn around. Maybe he won't be upset? Mr. Burrows always is, but he acts more like Foxy. I don't wanna repeat what happened to him. His sore legs wobbled as he slowly spun around, the bear's golden optics were so soft despite being made of metal and plastic, the lights of the irises dimmed to a kind glow that shone on the rest of his friendly face without hurting the child's eyes. Maybe it was worth the risk of getting on his nerves? He's done a lot for us tonight, he might not be bothered.
"...I-I don't know if I can take much more of this..." He eventually admitted.
"I see... That is alright, I promised I would look after you to the best of my ability, the night is almost over." The animatronic tried to smile, clumsily parting his long, pearly fangs.
It was just enough to get a small grin and relieved sigh from the programmer before they parted ways again.
