Author's Note: Hi guys! This is my VERY first fanfiction! I am very happy, and I can't wait for you guys to read it! Sorry if the first chapter is kinda weak, because today has been a lazy day. I will try to put in all of FNAF's characters in the book (even Balloon Boy). Hope you like it!
The day had started off as a nice, summer day. I had gotten up, out of my sleep mode. I actually wish I hadn't. As usual, the first things I saw waking up were my fellow "friends", and the cold, dirty surroundings I had grown accustomed to. But the odd thing was that I didn't wake up to any other animatronics. I slowly looked around the room.
"Hello? Anyone?" I told the void of darkness. But no one was there. I usually wasn't the last one up and running, but after that, I ignored the fact that everybody was gone completely.
At first, like every day, I would wake up in a state of drunkenness. It's technically impossible to have an animatronic be in the state of intoxication, but I guess we feel like that since our motors are just starting to rev up, and we're actually doing something. I knew I always felt like that, but I don't know if every other animatronic did.
I slowly started to stand up, wobbling just the slightest bit, while trying to grasp the thought of what I was doing. "I need to get up… Wait, what? Geez, I really need a new brain… Ha, that word's FUNNY. BRAIN. Wait, we don't have brains…" I lifted myself off of the floor, and my body started acting as if it was used. My hands grabbed things, and my feet… WELL, my feet were a different story. I didn't really HAVE feet… Though I was an animatronic, I didn't really host parties. I guess I was too scary to do that.
Fazbear's fellow "matey's" took me apart. I was a plaything. I AM a plaything. My job is to be patient while tiny tots mess with my anatomy, while I suck it in. It's not fair. Every other animatronic here doesn't have to do that, and become rubble… But I guess I'm that girl.
I looked down at my wires and exoskeleton. I WAS frightening. I peered into a shattered mirror on the Parts and Services wall, just to find a monster. I was all mangled up, bits and pieces of me scattered throughout the room, and bare exoskeleton showing through. I had a wired up parrot (so it seemed) on my shoulder, but it never talked or did anything. It would move around on its own occasionally, but other than that, nada.
I turned away in a flash, regretfully. It was painful to me. I couldn't bare to see myself in that state. I just couldn't. So I tied up my bowtie, and sauntered out of the room into the hallway. It wasn't opening time yet. The kiddies started coming at about 12pm, and left at about 10pm. Other than that, we would have an exoskeleton watch over us. He was evil, and we knew it. So, it became a tradition that every night an unwelcomed exoskeleton entered, we would do our best to stuff him into an unused Freddy Fazbear suit.
Slowly, I walked down the hall, into the party room. I had only been at Fazbear's for about 6 months. No biggie. Actually, just today was my 6-monthaversary. June 7th. I had come in at about the time of January… but it seemed like I'd been here forever.
Quickly, I now jogged into the corner of the show stage. As I checked the clock, I realized it was 11am. Opening time was in about an hour, and nobody was with me. Confused, I looked around the room. Certainly at least SOME ANIMATRONIC was here? I knew Freddy 2.0 would've already been here at around 9am, just to prep and goof off. But where was everybody else?
Suddenly, a loud snickering bounced off of the walls. I jerked upwards, a bullet of adrenaline rushing through my wires. Who was that? WHAT was that? Almost as if on cue, I heard another voice.
"Chica, SSH! She's going to hear us!" sounded Bonnie 2.0. "How come Chica 2.0 can be quiet, but not you? She's the party girl!" I heard a boom of a fist that bounced off the walls. "Don't you DARE compare me to Chica 2.0! You know I don't appreciate it!" Multiple giggles sounded as I heard Chica 2.0 butt in.
"Yeah, Bonbon, you wouldn't want to UPSET us, would you?" I heard Bonnie 2.0 shriek quietly in desperation. Chica and Bonnie (both second versions) had been dating ever since I had gotten here. They were cute, but bickered a lot. Chica was DESPERATE for the stealing of the spotlight, while Bonnie liked to know about everything AND anything. Whether if it was the kid that wiped a booger on your plastic, or if a staff manager screwed in your jaw just the tiniest bit too tight, he wanted to know. And OH, did he know.
"Everybody" a husky voice sounded. It was probably the original Freddy Fazbear himself. Though Toy Freddy had dignity and was basically the new alpha to our beta, he wasn't quite top dog yet. Freddy Fazbear, and I mean THE Freddy Fazbear, had ALL of us wrapped around his finger. Not Toy Freddy's finger, HIS finger.
Anything Freddy said went. I mean, you couldn't mess with Freddy, and nobody did. Only once did Toy Freddy try to get cocky with original… and Toy regretted it. Freddy 2.0 was than socially mortified in front of ALL us animatronics. You could ask Toy Freddy now, but of course he wouldn't say, since it would bring back old memories, and he would become embarrassed again. But let's just say that the original had LOTS of tricks up his sleeves. Sooner than later, Freddy continued his sentence.
"Shush. What part of 'surprise' don't you get? She'll all hear you two bitching around, and you'll ruin the surprise… Understand?
Each one of them nodded solemnly. Like I said, whatever he said went.
Almost immediately, I heard a faint whisper sound. "Freddy, is she even here? I mean, she usually sleep until a later hour… Like 11:45. It's only about 11…"
All I heard was a small grunt from Freddy. "Marionette, she's here. I heard and saw her. She's literally RIGHT there. We're going to jumpscare her, okay? On three, everybody."
Suddenly, I tensed. Jumpscare? Wait, what? I was starting to get a little bit fidgety. I didn't know how-
"HAPPY 6-MONTHAVERSARY, MANGLE!" screamed all of my fellow animatronics, jumping out to my face. I shrieked as loudly as I could, and jumped up, as if I was in a mad dash.
"Holy shit… Excuse me, but OH my gosh! What was that? Everybody stared at me.
"Did you not like it?" questioned the scruffy voice of Balloon Boy (we called him BB).
After I got my motor back to normal, I answered.
"No, I loved it. It just scared the living hell- HECK out of me… Geez, we ARE good at our job!" Everybody laughed along, except Bonnie 1.0… He didn't have a face, so he clapped. He COULD talk, but didn't choose to, most of the time.
"So lass, happy 6-monthaversary, lass! Are ye havin' a grand time, so far?" Foxy asked. I smiled and looked at him.
"Thanks Foxy, I am…"
And then we continued on with our normal lives.