You were sitting on the couch, swinging your hanging legs back and forth. You were pretty bored without Foxy keeping you company. You weren't quite sure where he was; you just knew he was somewhere with the others, discussing something important. You had to admit, even during the daytime, this entire building was a bit eerie if you were alone. The more you thought about it, the more you wanted to flee the room, even though it was against Foxy's orders.
And after hearing the tiniest of thumps, that's exactly what you did. You didn't realize it was just Cupcake...
You payed no attention to where you were sprinting to, you just wanted to be--how your cousin put it--outtie. But with your luck, you were brought to just about the only locked room in this run-down building. Of course, trying to open it did nothing. No matter how hard to pushed on it, it would never even budge. You slipped multiple times and continued to dirty your pretty dress for this. But before you could start complaining to yourself, you noticed the door had a rectangular window near the top. Being as you were a short kindergartener, you weren't tall enough to see through it just yet. But you were determined to see just what was in that room.
You began hopping up into the air, trying to catch a glimpse of what might be behind the door. However, you weren't very athletic. You couldn't jump very high, and you ended up slipping and landing on your bottom.
"Ow..." You groaned as you got back onto your feet, while attempting to dust off your dress. The creepiness of the building no longer had your attention. You were now focused on the mysterious door in front of you. You wanted so badly to get through this door, but how...?
Hey! You had angel wings! You could fly! You left them back in the Cove, though. You began to sprint back to the Cove, but being as you never averted your eyes from that door...
You ran right into a cold, metallic leg, which belonged to a certain pirate fox.
"Ouch..." You rubbed your cheek before looking up at the fox's displeased face. "Uh oh."
"Yer in big trouble..." The fox's voice was a bit deeper than normal, which frightened you. You made no retort as he dragged you back to the Cove. You were now focused on the punishment awaiting you.
"I still think we shoulda let her in!" Strange, disfigured figures were arguing on the other side of the door you tried to look through. "Now that damn fox is takin' her away..." A blue one whined, watching the pirate fox storm off, taking you along.
"But ki-ids aren't--bzzzzt--allow-owed in h-here!" A mangled one attempted to speak, barely being able to move.
"What I'd like to know is why Foxy is the one to be dragging her away..." A reserved one rubbed his chin, becoming deep in thought.
"I wonder if she likes balloons..." A small one thought aloud, paying no attention to the others bickering.
"This is a serious situation! Now's not the time to ask dumb questions like that!" A preppy one scowled, waving a finger at the small one.
"That's enough, all of you." A demonic voice called out, catching the figures' attention. They spun around to see a tall, masked figure towering over them.
"Pointless squabbling will get us nowhere. I will ask Gold about the situation." The voice continued, the others not daring to interrupt.
"Now, what did we say 'bout leavin' th' Cove?" You were sitting on the couch again, this time being lectured by your fox guardian.
"That I'd get in trouble if I did without your permission..." You sighed, once again bored out of your little mind, this time with Foxy with you.
"And what did ye do?"
"I left the Cove without your permission..."
"That's right. For punishment..." He paused, then began to search the dusty room. His eyes soon fell upon the lost-and-found, which pretty much now served as your toy chest. "No more playin' with dollies for a week."
"Aww, but Foxy!" Your dull expression quickly twisted into an alarmed one.
"No buts! One more complain, and ye be walkin' th' plank!" The fox ordered, seeming to regain his playful nature.
"But I can't walk the plank! I'm already in the water because I'm a mermaid!" You grinned, attempting to start a game with him.
Your attempt was successful.
Back at the secretive locked room, a golden figure came into view before the masked figure.
"Hello." The masked one greeted, his tone filled with seriousness.
"Yes, you called?" The golden one sternly responded, even more serious than the one he stood before.
"Yes. Just a few moments ago, a particular little girl attempted to come into this room. It was not a parent nor a guardian to pull her away... It was Foxy. We would all like to know, how did a child manage to sneak all the way to the back of the building alone, and why would Foxy be outside of the Cove at this time of day?" The masked one's tone now had a hint of suspicion.
"Ah... Well, you see, there's been an... unfortunate mishap." Gold's harshness was soon replaced with nervousness. He would never admit it, however, not even to himself.
"This child... witnessed several murders take place by the hands of us. You know that if one were to witness us killing, they're to be killed off, as well. But you also know that it is against the rules to ever harm a child. So... our plan is to keep her here as she ages, and once she's matured enough... we'll finish the job." Gold confessed, pushing his tension away.
"...I see." The masked one grew quiet as he thought about the difficulty. "...That is wrong."
"Pardon me?" Gold was taken aback, his tension once again building up.
"That is wrong. You have kidnapped that child. And you intend to kill it. Therefore, you are harming it. That is wrong, and must be stopped." The masked one took its turn of sounding stern.
"If we let that child back out, she'll tell. If she tells a specific person, that puts this business in danger of being shut down. And that act will most likely lead you and the others to your termination. Sure, there's a possibility of you becoming a spirit like me under the right circumstances, but you'll never be able to leave this godforsaken building!" Gold barked, losing his temper. A rare sight to see, indeed.
"Do you honestly think they would believe just one young girl of her age? And even so, that does not justify your actions." The masked one remained calm and collected, unlike the fuming bear in front of him. "Even we have rules to follow."
"Oh, fuck you and your rules." And with a huff, Gold vanished, leaving the others stunned.
"Wow... I've never seen him so... impolite before..." The preppy one spoke, her eyes widened.
"What he said didn't make sense... Why would he say that if the reason why he's doing these things is to follow the rules?" The reserved one once again pondered.
"Being as we are leading two separate generations, we assign different rules and guidelines. Even so, we too have rules to follow. The first one; never harm a child. The second; the old dominates the new. I outrank him. He is the leader of the new generation, but until all of us have been fully dismantled, I have the final say. It seems the new ones refuse to acknowledge this. They may be rebelling. Or they may be just trying to gain power." The masked one collectedly explained to his group.
"Well... ya never really engage in these sort of things in the first place, so..." The blue one mumbled under his breath.
"Yeah, what's the deal? You never let us do anything, either!" The preppy one exclaimed, startling the ones near her.
"That information is classified." The masked one's voice grew a tad louder.
"As always." The blue one remarked, rolling his eyes.
"Do you not appreciate what I do for you?" The masked one questioned the two.
"Well, we're kind of falling apart here, so, uh, no, guess not!" The preppy one admitted, glaring at her leader.
"If you must be so ungrateful, you can go join the rats outside." The masked one stated, glancing to the door.
"...Fine, I'm sorry." The preppy one apologized as she realized what she had said.
"Very well then..." The masked one leaned closely into the preppy one's face, "Give me your other arm."
"What? N-no!" The preppy one backed away, a look of fright plastered upon her face.
"Give it up or join the pathetic rats outside that door. Your choice. You know, you act like a pathetic rat at this very moment..." The masked one began to lose his cool.
"...No!" A shrill shriek found its way out from the preppy one's mouth, and echoed throughout the room.
And with a slick, swift swipe, off came her arm.
If Foxy was so concerned about you leaving the Cove, why did he keep leaving you there alone? You were only 5 years old, and even you knew that wasn't a smart move! And what on earth do the others keep needing to discuss with him--something so important you couldn't come along to the meeting? Oh well, this wasn't the time to be complaining. You should be rejoicing; this was your chance to see what's through that door! After grabbing your angel wings and dusting them off, you slid them on--thank goodness the lace straps were still tied together--and went on your way. Not even a little pink cupcake could stop you now! But it could tag along... You heard the sound of soft pats against the tiled floor. Directing your gaze to the noises, you saw Cupcake hopping along beside you.
"Cupcake, where do you think you're going? You don't need to tag along with me, don't you already know what's behind that door, anyways?"
"Squeak squeak!" But of course, you couldn't understand Cupcakenese. Sometimes, you don't know why you even bother question it.
Before you knew it, you were right back in front of that locked door, just waiting for someone to let it reveal the room it concealed. With a hopeful grin, you grabbed onto your wings, jumped up into the air, and attempted to fly by flapping them repeatedly. But to your dismay, your attempt failed. No matter how many times you tried, you kept failing, even falling onto the ground a few times. But you'd see what's kept in that room, one way or another.
"Squeak squeeaak!" Cupcake squeaked to get your attention. The expression on its face seemed to fill with confusion.
"Shush! I'm trying to look through this door." As soon as you finished speaking those words, there came a clanking noise from the door. Your head spun back to the door as a mysterious figure in the room opened it.
"Hey! Sorry we weren't able to let you in earlier..." The figure seemed pretty friendly. Friendly enough Cupcake felt safe to bounce into the now-visible room. The figure opened the door a little wider, letting you inside. You entered the room, ignoring the sudden uneasy feeling. The first thing you spotted was Cupcake, making its way to...
A girl without arms. There were wires coming out from her shoulders, it looked like...
Startled, you took a few steps back, then accidentally bumped into the one who let you in this room. You turned around to see what looked like a disfigured blue rabbit with a broken ear and missing eye. He seemed to notice your terror. He began his attempts of calming you down, before you stepped away from him. You spun around and noticed two other figures. One was... a large mangle of metal hanging from the ceiling, with a damaged face similar to Foxy's. The other looked like a bear with a injured leg and a broken neck.
"Hi!" You jumped at the sudden cheery voice from behind you. You spun around to see a boy not much taller than you, with a damaged eye.
"Balloon?" He held out a rather deflated balloon, covered in holes and dust.
"BB, I think she's a li'l scared..." The blue bunny set a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"Don't be scared! See? We're friendly!" The boy held out the deflated balloon even further out to you. You reluctantly took the balloon from his hand.
"He's right. There's no need to be afraid." The bear spoke, limping over to you.
"Wh-What's y-y-your--bzzzt--name?" The mangled figure asked, having difficulty speaking.
"Umm... i-it's [Y/N]." You stuttered, feeling nervous around these beings.
"I'm--I'm--I'm--M-M-an-ang-gggg-le!" The mangled figure replied.
"That's her nickname, that is... Anyway, my name's Chickadee!" The armless girl chirped. As you got a closer look at her, you noticed she looked somewhat similar to Chica. You realized she has a missing beak as well as her arms...
"I'm Fred." The bear held out his hand for you to shake, which you shook. You noticed he sort of resembled Freddy. Hey, their names also sound similar...
"My name's Bonnie!" The blue rabbit smiled at you. C'mon, he shared the same name with his look-alike!
"And I'm BB!" The boy also smiled at you. Hmm, he didn't seem to have a counterpart. The closest one would probably be you, perhaps... But that's odd.
A music box began to play, silencing everyone in the room. The music box sounded like it was playing Pop Goes The Weasel.
"Uh oh, I forgot to wind it up again..." BB gulped, looking tense. You looked over to everyone else, who also appeared nervous.
Once the music stopped, a tall, slim puppet sprang from a giant box. You hid behind BB as the puppet scanned the room. Your attempt at hiding seemed to fail, as his eyes soon fell upon you.
"I got it..." Bonnie 2.0 rushed over to a music box and wound it up, before shoving the puppet back into his place. The music box now played an unfamiliar tune.
"Who was that...?" You whispered, feeling uneasy once again.
"Oh, that was our boss, the Marionette. None of us like him very much. He's mean." BB replied, turning around to face you.
"Oh..." Your uneasiness only grew stronger. The boy in front of you seemed to pick up on this.
"Oh, but don't worry! He can't hurt you. It's against the rules. He won't get to you. I pinky-promise!" He smiled, holding out his pinky finger. Eventually, you wrapped your pinky finger around his, accepting the promise.
That was the beginning of new friendships.
As well as war.