The doors to the well-known pizzeria were closed, the security guard of the week was already taken care of, and you were just tucked into bed. It was finally battle time. Though no one was truly ready, they managed to push their fear aside, for their leader. No, for their generation. Generation B believed they should continue living, it was not their time to leave this world. Generation C considered themselves to be brand spankin' new, they couldn't be obliterated yet! But there would still be endings. And it was time to find out whose.
The animatronics sternly stared down their counterparts as they awaited their consent to begin their fight. Once the music box ended its gloomy tune, the fight would begin. When it finally came to a stop...
You began stirring around in your sleep as the sounds of distant crashing and banging filled the dry, chilly air. Your eyes flickered open after the amplifying noises interrupted your sleep. The booming noises were soon accompanied by the sounds of hissing and screaming. You were a bit concerned; what was causing all of this noise now? This happened every night, it seemed, but not this loudly. It seemed to be from a different location than normal, too. Was this to happen every night of you living here? You tried asking the others about it before, but they only blamed it on nightmares you supposedly had. And sometimes Chica would make a lot of noise in the kitchen, maybe it was just her? It sounded like multiple people, though... Well, it's been happening for quite some time now, and they were always okay the next day, perhaps you should go investigate?
You gripped onto the blanket covering you and stood up from the couch. After gathering your courage, you moved closer to the door, your heart thumping louder after each step. You peeked out of the doorway, and...
"Hi, [Y/N]!" Your friend BB happily greeted.
"Eek!" You jumped back, startled by his sudden appearance. “BB, what are you doing here? Are you okay? I hear a lot of scary noises...”
"Hm? Oh, that... Uh, that's just... the others playing a board game! Yeah! That's it..." BB answered, covering up what was really taking place.
"Oh, a game! Can I play?" You asked hopefully.
"Sorry, the game can only hold up to..." He began, counting on his non-existing fingers. "...Ten players. But I could play with you, instead!" He offered, attempting to lead you back into hiding, out of the way.
"Okay! What game?" You questioned, not moving from your spot.
"Um..." Before he could suggest anything, there came a loud crash that seemed uncomfortably close. Turning his head in the noise's direction, he found one fight moving down the hallway, slowly coming closer.
"We'll decide inside!" BB panicked, shoving you back inside before you could see the fighters.
Once again, you were sitting on the couch, pondering what to do, while attempting to ignore concerning sounds. At least you had a friend with you. And you were staying up past your bedtime, which was usually enjoyable for a child such as yourself. With no adult supervision, too! Surely it wouldn't be so bad.
"So... have you decided what to play yet?" You asked eventually, your excitement growing.
"Hmm... how about--"
"Such a pathetic fool!" A furious, unsettling voice began, unintentionally silencing BB. You jumped up in alarm, you had never heard such a scary voice! It didn't match anyone you knew, not even Mitchie when she was angry. Who was this new person? Perhaps it was best you didn't know. But BB knew, he knew all too well-- it was the Marionette.
"You think your second life just happened by chance?" The demonic voice continued, your distress growing so large, you clung onto BB for safety. The voice sounded like it was outside the Cove... it was loud. Judging by his words and the foe he was battling, BB assumed this shouting was directed towards Gold.
"I gave you this second chance! You should be on my side, not fighting against it!" The voice only grew louder and louder, it seemed. Either something bad indeed was going on, or you only had company over, getting angry over the board game. Now you were glad you weren't able to play. You didn't like scary sore losers.
"Screw you!" Another voice -- which sounded a lot like Gold -- yelled, followed by another loud crash.
The scary voice didn't speak again after that, much to your (and BB's, in a way) relief. There were still distant noises continuing, though... But after calming down and choosing games to play, you soon found it easy to ignore them. They were only playing after all... right?
At last, the fighting was finally over. Generation B -- the toys -- was defeated, leaving Generation C standing in victory. But not without any damage, of course. They earned cuts and tears, lost nuts and bolts, perhaps even a limb or two, but it was really a simple fix. They were just glad every member of their group was still standing.
"Heh... That wasn't so hard..." Chica chuckled, gazing down at her opponent's broken plastic pieces.
"Well damn, they weren't that much younger than Gold, and he's ancient..." Bonnie joked, setting down his now-damaged guitar.
"Hey, I heard that..." Gold returned, smirking.
"Yeah yeah, I know, they were just sitting in a room, rotting for years--"
"Wait..." Freddy interrupted, looking concerned. "What about BB?"
After a silent moment of realization, all ran to the Cove.
"BB! BB, wake up!" When the animatronics rushed into the room, you were trying to shake your friend awake, who was lying on the floor motionless.
"[Y/N], what happened?" Bonnie asked urgently.
"He fell down and then went to sleep!" You answered, beginning to feel annoyed at the fact he wasn't waking up. The animatronics' eyes fell upon his hat and the top of his head, lying disconnected to the rest of his body. Lying beside the hat appeared to be a tiny chip.
The truth was that BB didn't just fall. You pushed him. But you were only being playful, it was an accident. You shoved him just a bit too hard, causing him to lose his balance. He fell and hit his head against the chest, causing parts to fall off. Being a rather old and outdated robot, things were rotten and loose, so it's no wonder his head broke along with the chip falling out...
But don't feel guilty. It was an accident, and he would most likely die anyway. Generation C would have had to do away with him to win. But he was in a way your counterpart. You were following the rules.
You were sitting at a table, sadly eating away at a slice of leftover pizza. It was nice finally being able to sit outside the backstage, you had to admit, but you were still upset. You were just informed that your friend BB went away, along with Fred, Chickadee, Mangle, and Bon. So many others had already left, and now your new friends leave, too. You were always okay with waiting, but it gets a bit sad and lonely after a while. You were really starting to miss everyone that had left... Where was everyone going? You were getting a little scared, would the others leave, too?
Your thoughts were interrupted by Gold appearing in the seat beside you.
"Hello." The golden bear greeted softly.
"Hi." You responded gloomier than your normal self.
"You seem a little sad." Gold pointed out.
"Yeah..." You set your pizza slice down and pushed the plate away.
"I'm sorry about your friends. I know it isn't easy." He spoke as you laid your head down onto the table.
"It's okay. They'll come back." You turned your head and gave him a soft, faint smile.
"Well..." he began, hoping to lighten the mood. "I brought you something." You sat back up as he took out the object.
"I think my old... friend would want you to have this." He set the small object on the table. It looked like the music box from the locked room... Hmm, was that scary voice the puppet's?
You picked up the music box and wound it up. It played the same tunes...
"Thank you!" You smiled at him, your gloominess fading away. "Hey... Goldie?"
"Everyone I like keeps going away... Please don't go away."