A New Start
Chapter 1: A Rough Night: Part 1

“'Eyy,I'd like to welcome everyone to Scott's Chuckle Hut. I'm glad t'seethis place is full tonight!” saidScott as he stood upon a partially lit stage. His words of welcomewere well received by the seemingly endless stretch of fans that satbefore him. The man grinned at his fervent reception, before holdingout his hand. As if on cue, a microphone drops from seemingly nowhereand into his hand. He grinned and twirled the mic between his fingersas he begans to pace up and down the stage, preparing for his show.

“So,uh... What do you call a cardboard box with wheels and an engine? Aboxcar!”, he exclaimed, grinning. As if on cue, the crowd wentwild. Only in Scott's dreams would he be a master comedian.

Buh-dum-tss...

“Andso I head into this store, and I notice it sells nothing but flan!Flan! Like, as far as the eye can see! Just nothing but flan!So I ask the manager, like, what's the name of this store? And youknow what he tells me?”

Waitfor it...

“Flanville!”

Buh-dum-tss...Someone needs to stop this guy.

“SoI head to this place called 'Chipper & Sons Lumber Co.' and I askmyself – 'What's the deal with all these beavers?' So, since I'mcurious, I head to the owner, who's also a beaver, and ask 'em. Andyou know what he tells me?”

Hepauses for dramatic effect.

“'I'mthe only wood chuck, Chuck, who would know that a wood chuck would bethe best at chuckin' wood!' And I'm like, 'Whaaaaaat?!'”

Buh-dum-BANG!

Scottwas thrown out of his dream, and probably the club, with astart! He sat up in his bed so quickly that his nightcap nearly felloff. He rubbed his eyes as they adjusted to the darkness. He wonderedjust what he had heard. To him, it sounded almost like someonegetting physical with some pots.

Bang!Clatter...

Andthere it was again! He prepared to get up from his bed and took offhis nightcap, now determined to figure out the source of the noise.It sounded like it came from the kitchen...

But,he didn't get up.

Scottwas, admittedly, rather afraid. He didn't know whatcould've caused that noise. It could have beenanything asfar as he knew! Maybe it was a raccoon, maybe a bear!...Wait, no.

Ilive in the middle of Suburbia,thought Scott. Therearen't any bears. A raccoon's also pretty unlikely...

AsScott mentally facepalmed at his own silliness, he realized that thisonly left one possibility.

“Aburglar...”, hewhispered... It all made sense now! Someone must've caught word ofhis vintage, and very valuable, Fazbear merchandise! And now, theywere gonna take it! By force! However, they've made one fatalmistake! They've entered the house of Scott! And Scott takesno prisoners.

Nowfilled with newfound determination and bravery, he leaned over towardhis nightstand and grabbed a small flashlight. He'd use his normalhouse lights to make his way around, but...

Can'tlet the burglar know that I'm awake,he reasoned to himself as he cautiously made his way out of his roomand down the stairs. This was also his reason for refraining fromusing the flashlight until he was in the kitchen. He'd let that dirtyburglar think he was all alone, free to do his dirty... burglarthings...Then, WHAM! Facefull'a light! Scott grinned to himself, thinking of his wonderfulplan and the burglar's comical and blinded expression. However, as helooked down into the living room below, he froze in place.

Yousee, earlier that day, Scott had arranged the four animatrons againstthe living room wall. This meant that Scott could have a clear viewof said animatrons as he'd go up the stairs every night and down thestairs every morning. Even without any light, he'd be able to seetheir silhouettes. So, imagine Scott's surprise when he saw onlythree...

Ohno... Ohhhhh no...,Scott said to himself as he fully believed the worst. He hurried hispace, now turning his flashlight on and running down the stairs. Heshone the light on the living room wall and stared at the sightbefore him.

Hefelt like crying at that moment.

Hesaw only Toy Freddy, Toy Chica, and Toy Foxy in the same positions asbefore, slumped against the wall. (Or in the latter's case, strewnabout on the floor.) Toy Bonnie, however, was missing.

“No,no, no, no!”,he exclaimed, putting his hands to the sides of his head. He was toolate! Those robbers were fast! He had no time to stop them! And now,now... ol' TB was gone.Gone!Probably already pawned off somewhere, knowing how impossibly quickthose thieves were! However, they've still made that fatal mistake...

Theymessed with Scott.

“Thosethieves...,” he said as he looked down, scowling and balling hisfists. “Those quick-working, low-down, dirty robbers were going topay for everything they've done! If my name isn't ScottCanton--!... H-Huh?”

AsScott pointed his finger skyward to cement this claim, he... heardsomething. Something along the lines of quiet, rumbling static aswell as some sort of garbled speech. Scott turned around so's to replacethe source of the sound and noticed an odd shape only a few feetbefore him. It was large, dark, with two small pinpricks for eyes.Scott's eyes slowly drifted upward as he spotted two long... thingsthat seemed to be attached to the Thing's head. He squinted,continuing to try and study the form of the Thing, before realizingthat – duh –he had a flashlight! He blinked, realizing just that before aiminghis flashlight at the Thing and turning it on. He let out a quiet,and rather embarrassing, squeak as the silhouette before him wasilluminated. Its blue paint and red bowtie, its blank expression andhung-open jaw...

“Oh...”

Flashback,12:15 A.M.

Clankingand squeaking, Toy Bonnie struggled to stand up. It had been yearssince he was able to use his joints, and it proved to be difficult.Finally, with an especially drawn and stressed whirr, the roboticbunny finally managed to get on its own two feet. He blinked once,then blinked again, his vision going from black to a bright, hazygreen. Nightvision. Included with all Fazbear Entertainment models.The motors in Toy Bonnie's neck whirred as the bot slowly lookedleft, then right. It didn't take him long to realize that this...

...Thiswasn't the pizzeria.

Thisfact was obvious. This building had walls like a pizzeria, andwindows like one. Other than that, it was very, verydifferent. The question became, where was he? And, how'd heget here? Toy Bonnie immediately began to dig through his internalarchive of memories, trying his best to replace something – anything– that would give even the slightest clue as to how he gothere. They were played through in fast-forward like tapes, the Toyrabbit going through his own memories in the days leading up to hismost recent memory. That being, the day of the 14th ofNovember, 1987...

Thatday...

ToyBonnie slowly walked forward as he processed what he saw. There wasnothing notable in the first half of the recording. The second half,however...

Itwas in the midst of a show. People were screaming, adult and childrenalike. Some were scrambling to leave the restaurant, others werefrozen with fear. It was all one big rush of inactivity and stress.Toy Freddy and Toy Chica were looking directly at something, theirexpressions blank. The Mangle was nowhere to be seen. Toy Bonnieturned, confused. He wondered what they were looking at. Why weren'tthey saying anything?

Hesoon found out.

Hestood through a majority of the recording, spending all of his timelooking for clues within the tape. He didn't favor this particularmemory for obvious reasons, but that didn't stop him. It reallyshould've. He hatedthat day. That terrible, awful, day. The day when he and the otherswere altered, their programming modified. They became hostile toeveryone who had gotten near them, excluding the children. Theirfacial recognition system had gone haywire. Everyone seemed the sameto them when they looked at their faces. Everyone was a predator,everyone was a threat, and someone...

Gotbitten.

Ashe finished reviewing the event, Toy Bonnie couldn't help but twitch.He didn't get anythingfrom that, aside from a terrible recollection! He sat through thesingle worst event of his “life” for nothing! He--

BANG!

ToyBonnie stumbled backward, spooked by a sudden and loud noise. Hequickly looked left, then right, quickly realizing that he was nolonger in what he supposed was the main room of the “pizzeria”,but in the kitchen. He then looked down, noticing a pot on the floorin front of him.

Sothat's what caused that noise.

Hemust have been so caught up in his own memories, that he didn'tnotice that he had ventured into the kitchen. That stupid memory,those stupid predators,that stupid murderer,this stupid pot, and this overall bothersome not-pizzeria! Toy Bonnietook a step back, keeping his eyes on the pot. After holding out hisarms so's to keep his balance, Toy Bonnie bent one of his knees.Then, swiftly, he kicked the offending object.

Bang!Clatter...

Thepot flew into one of the lower cabinets, bounced off, then landed onthe floor. As Toy Bonnie watched this, he actually... felt better. Atleast, for a short time. He approached the battered pot, knelt down,and picked it up. He turned it about, admiring its dents.

Italso helped him figure out how to use his fingers again.

Thisdidn't last for long, however, as he heard some footsteps. Then, theflick of a switch. Then,some shouting. A person'sshouting! Toy Bonnie supposed that, if a person was here, maybe he orshe could help replace out what was going on! Toy Bonnie gently put thepot down and stood up once more, slowly and quietly exiting thekitchen. As he entered the main room, he saw the Person shining alight on the animatron's friends. Maybe the Person could also helpreplace out why they were so... dormant...

AsToy Bonnie neared the Person, he began to hesitate. The Person seemedvery distraught, and perhaps angry. He decided to simply wait untilthe Person calmed down...

However,that began to take too long for the animatron's liking. He neededanswers, and he needed them now! He opened his mouth to grab thePerson's attention, but not so much as a sound came out. He pausedfor a moment, confused. Was-- Was his voicebox broken? Determined, hetried to speak again, but – once again – no words came out.

Onlyan odd mess of garbled words and static.

Scottwas both very relieved, yet very – veryafraid.On one hand, he knows without a doubtthat at least one of the animatronics works. On the other hand, it'sstanding right before him and ispossibly about to attack.The robo-rabbit took a step toward Scott, holding out one of itshands. Scott took that as a definitesign of hostile intent and squeaked once again, taking a step back.Panicking, he threw his flashlight at the animatron. Toy Bonniedidn't react in the slightest as Scott's one source of light bouncedharmlessly off its head. Scott took that as his cue to run, and so hedid. Up the stairs and back into his bedroom he went, leaving the botby itself.

Bonnieworks! It actually works! Not only does it work, but it's... Well,it's trying to kill me now. ...That kind'a sucks, Scottthought as he paced around in his room. He couldn't believe it, hesimply couldn't believeit. Realizing that he had been walking around in the darkness of hisroom for the past minute, he claps his hands together.

MaybeI could replace a way to reprogram it..., hethought, continuing to pace after watching the bedroom lights turnon. But... Buthow? I don't know much coding, and I don't know anyone who does!Wait-- What if the others work too? Herubbed the back of his head...Oh boy...

Thump.Thump. Thump. Thump.

Scottwas quickly snapped out of his thoughts by a heavy thumping sound, asound that was getting louder and louder. Scott turned around,looking at the bedroom door. What was he doing, walking around andthinking about nonsense? He had a very real threat on hishands! He almost expected the bot to burst through the door at thatvery moment...

Thump.Thump. Thump.

Wait– Is that door even locked?

Hequickly ran toward the door, placing his hand on the knob as if hehad just won a race. As he put his hand to the lock, he noticedsomething. He hadn't heard any footsteps in a small while... Heopened the door just a crack, allowing only one eye to see the areaoutside.

Healmost wished he hadn't.

ToyBonnie's silhouette could be seen only a few feet away, its piercingwhite eyes gazing down at Scott. Scott squeaked yet again, throwingthe door shut and wasting no time in locking it. He turned around andran to his house phone, which was on his nightstand. He quicklygrabbed the phone, and punched in 911.

Scottwaited as the dial-tone rang on the other side. He tried to use thesefew short moments to calm himself down, but to no avail. The factthat he could hear the animatron trying to make its way infrom the other side of that thin, wooden door really didn'thelp... A monumental sense of relief washed over him as a ratherbored voice was emitted from the other end.

“911,what's your emergency?”

“U-Uh,yeah, hey, listen...,” Scott shakily began, his words followedby some banging on the door. He was never good at speaking underpressure.

Bang-bang-bang.

“I-It'sbeen a real bad night for me. Um, I'm kinda glad I managed to get tothe phone when I did...” he said, trying his best to mentallydrown out the noise.

Bang-bang-bang.

“H-H-Hey,do me a favor... C-Could'ja send someone over, please? P-Preferablysoon? I-I'm trying to do my best to hold out here, but--”

Witha crash, the door gave way. It swung open, letting afew wooden fragments drop to the floor. Toy Bonnie stood in thedoorway, glaring at the terrified Scott with its jet-black eyes.

“Ohno...” was all Scott could say, frozen with fear as he droppedthe phone.

“SKREEEEE-EEE-EEE-EEEE!”