180Hello and welcome! This story is its own separate AU from the canonical plot, so not everything is going to be the same. The animatronics are more aligned with anthropomorphic furry androids than actual animatronics, so they have fur, fluid movements, can express emotions, etc.
Instead of the typical four animatronic band, there is a total of eight: Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and their toy counterparts. I've given the Toys variant nicknames to make them easier to identify.
Bonbon or Bon = Toy Bonnie (Female)
CC = Toy Chica (Female)
Fredbear or Fred = Toy Freddy (Male)
Mangle = Mangle (Female)
This fanfic is based on udk115's now-canceled story "I Just Want a Family to Die With"; thank you for both inspiring me and allowing me to create my spin on your story.
Also, I have to give Devil-Vox all credit for making this fantastic splash-art! I highly recommend anyone who likes it to check Devil-Vox's DA account!
Finally, as always Scott Cawthon owns Five Nights at Freddy's and its characters.
Chapter 1
~A Broken heart~
"Mr. Fitzgerald, I'm afraid I have bad news for you." The man in a white lab coat said in a serious and professional tone.
A sickly-looking man stared back at the doctor with an expression of disbelief on his face. His skin color was discolored; a ghoulish pale color had replaced its once healthy tan pigment. The man's blond hair was gone entirely. Instead, all that was left was a scarred, bald head that still had a few rogue strands of hair hanging off of it. The only thing that didn't look drained with color was his sky blue eyes, but even they were sunken into his skull.
Jeremy violently coughed for a few seconds, and his voice croaked as he said dryly, "What is it?"
The doctor glanced down from the shaking man, who was struggling as is to keep himself upright atop the hospital bed, and looked over his notes.
"I don't know how to put this to you."
The patient coughed again, and his entire frail body shook from it. "What? Please, tell me."
The doctor lowered his clipboard, and he gave the quivering man a pitying look. With a sorrowful tone, he spoke. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. Your cancer has metastasized again."
Jeremy nearly choked on his voice, "What?"
"Last year's surgery worked out as planned, and we were able to remove your metastases. Unfortunately, that doesn't necessarily mean your cancer couldn't come back, which is why we had you come by on these monthly check-ups. The possibility of your cancer returning was always high, Mr. Fitzgerald, so we had to monitor your body in case this were to happen."
Despite shaking his head in denial, Jeremy managed to ask in a quavering voice, "H-How bad is it?"
The doctor took a quick glance down at his notes before looking back up.
"Originally, you had only pancreatic cancer, which is what we've been treating for the last four years. After your surgery, there was a brief docile period for you, and your recovery looked promising. However, when you came in several days ago and said you were experiencing some chest pain, we took an x-ray on your body to see what was potentially the problem. Remember?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Well, we suspected this might be a case of the mesothelium, but we couldn't be sure because that would've meant your pancreatic cancer metastasized. So after we got the results from the x-ray and saw some suspicious looking tissue, we came to the conclusion that you've contracted mesothelium."
"But what's mesothelium?" Jeremy asked.
"It's a type of cancer that involves your abdominal region, Jeremy. It creates a light layer of tissue across your lungs, heart, and other organs in the area, which is the cause of your breathing problems and chest pain."
Jeremy paused after hearing this news, and he glanced around absently in hopes of wrapping his brain around this. Eventually, he faced towards the doctor again.
"How bad is it?" He managed to say in a low but tearful voice.
The doctor's expression stiffened as soon as he was asked this question, and Jeremy could tell this was something the man didn't want to have to answer.
"I'm afraid this is something that can't be undone, Jeremy. The fact that you have survived this long from your pancreatic cancer was a miracle in itself, but now, it's too late for you." The doctor paused so that he could clear his throat for the next bit of news, "I'm sorry. You've been estimated to die within the next month."
The skeleton of a man stared back at the doctor with two wide-open eyes, his heart freezing inside his chest Jeremy's breathing ceased, and his hearing became deaf for just a moment. For a brief moment, Jeremy truly felt like he was dead.
"One... month?" he muttered.
"I'm sorry, Jeremy. I really am. I wish there was more we could do."
Jeremy stayed silent after that. He sat there, atop the hospital bed, in silence.
Sensing the man's need to be alone, the doctor cleared his throat again. "I'll give you some time to yourself, Mr. Fitzgerald. When I come back, we can discuss our plans for prolonging your life." With that being said, the doctor left the room.
For a minute, Jeremy was utterly quiet when the doctor left the room, but then he slowly glanced downwards at his hands. "One month to live..."
A tear fell from his eye. He never thought it would come to this; even when he was first diagnosed, Jeremy couldn't believe it. He tried to stay optimistic; he truly thought he would be one of the lucky few who fought cancer and won. That was what he had hoped, and that was all he could do: hope.
The dying man stood up from the hospital bed. With a shaky step, he began to walk.
His doctor had been standing outside of the room, talking with one of the nearby nurses when he suddenly saw the shaking man leave the room. In an instant, he moved away from the nurse and rushed over to Jeremy. "M-Mr. Fitzgerald? What are you doing?"
Without giving the doctor a single glance, Jeremy finally spoke. "I'm done."
...
Jeremy's walk back to his car was a slow and painful one. Each step he took shot pain up his legs and his chest was pounding against him in agony. Nonetheless, the man continued forward.
When he did eventually get to his car, Jeremy took his time to open the door and sit down in the seat. He then slammed the door shut. He breathed quietly for a couple more seconds before taking a deep breath. Then, he slammed his fist down and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"God-AGH! God dammit!"
Slamming his right first down against his seat's armrest, Jeremy cried out in frustration as he broke down into tears. His howling became sobbing, and he dropped his head down on top of the steering wheel. His crying grew louder when he rested his head against the wheel.
"Five years... Five god damn years... Gone... All that time... All of that god damn money gone..."
The dying man wept to himself as he slammed his fist down against the car's armrest, which only resulted in his shoulder exploding in pain. The man screamed out in pain, but it was soon then drowned away by his crying.
"I-I-I hate this god damn cancer," the man tearfully said as he cringed. "I hate it so much... Why? Why does this have to happen to me? Why?!"
Finally, Jeremy closed his eyes, and he allowed himself to calm down as he laid his head on top of the wheel. The man took in deep breathes before opening his eyes to the rearview mirror.
A single picture hanged from the mirror, one that made the man smile as soon as he saw it. Shakened by everything that has happened so far, Jeremy raised a hand up to grab the photo gently, and he lifted it down to his watery eyes. There, his smile widened even more.
In the center of the picture, a healthy young man stood alongside several colorful figures. His ocean blue eyes stared straight at the camera, and his face had the largest smile it could ever have.
Jeremy blinked longingly at the younger image of himself, remembering a simple, cheerful time. When his eyes drifted over to the figure standing by his younger self, the grown man sobbed inward. Eight animatronics stood by him, each one varying in sex, size, and color. However, each of them had one thing in common: a loving smile.
Slowly, as his eyes drifted over each animatronic, he whispered their name. "Freddy... CC... Mangle... Bonnie... Chica... Foxy... Fredbear..."
His gaze froze when it got to a certain blue bunny, who had a smile wider than all of the gang combined. With a paw wrapped around his younger self's arm, the animatronic's eyes sparkled like emeralds as she smiled alongside the younger image of Jeremy.
"B-B-Bon..."
His gaze finally fell to the bottom of the photograph, where a black ink text was written out.
"Come back soon, Jeremy. We will always be here for you! Love, your Friends and Family, The Fazbear Gang."
The man wiped away a tear that was forming in his eye. It's been five years since he had last gone to the restaurant, and those have been the longest years of his life. He dreamt of returning for so many nights, but only after he was cured.
Jeremy lifted his head off of his steering wheel, and he sniffed back a new set of tears. He knew, deep down, there was nothing he could do to change his fate, so that left him with one final option.
If he was going to die, then he will do it in the company of his family.
...
The night was unusually dark when Jeremy drove his car up to the empty parking lot. Neither moon or stars could be seen above, only a bleak, ominous sky. Ignoring the weather, the former night guard turned his car's engine off, and the vehicle's old machinery grumbled a bit before shutting off.
Jeremy sat himself back into his chair, giving off a long sigh as he gazed outwardly at the building's walls. It has been so long since he had seen it this up close before, and he couldn't help but smile from the nostalgic feeling he got from it. He could remember a time, so many years ago, where he felt embarrassed having to work at the pizzeria. That was well over ten years ago though, and his feelings towards the place have long since changed.
Wearing a wistful smile, the man glanced down at the purple he was wearing, and he patted himself.
"I've got my keys. I've got my uniform."
Jeremy paused for the slightest of moments when glanced over to the side, right towards his cup holder. A white paper envelope stood there, carrying inside it his most treasured item from the gang. The guard smiled.
"I have my letter. I'm ready."
Jeremy instinctively inhaled a deep breath when he had said that, and his entire body tingled ecstatically at the mere thought of seeing the gang again. In a slow but relaxed manner, he finally grabbed hold of his car's door and pushed.
The night's bitter cold air blew over Jeremy as he exited the vehicle, enough to give the man goosebumps, but he ignored the wind. He closed the car's door and gave a quick look around the lot.
He had learned in the news that the restaurant was no longer hiring night guards because of suspicious activity, but he knew better than to believe people's speculations. He understood the animatronics better than anyone else, so he figured there was nothing to fear.
Since no other car was parked in the lot, Jeremy knew it was just him and the gang. He took a brief glance down at his watch and saw it was only five minutes past midnight. The guard nodded with a smile, and, no longer able to contain himself, he started to limp towards the entrance.
His body ached as he moved, but Jeremy ignored the feeling as he got closer and closer to the door. There was nothing at this point that was going to stop him from seeing his family again. Nothing.
As he got up close to the door, the former guard hastened his pace like an excited child, and he peaked his eyes in through the glass. To his disappoint though, he couldn't see any of the gang in the main dining room. However, Jeremy kept his smile because he knew they were just somewhere else in the restaurant.
With delaying himself any further, the guard pulled out his old security keys and placed them into the keyhole. He fumbled with it for a second as he tried to get the door to unlock, slightly worrying to himself that the lock got changed or something, but then Jeremy relaxed a bit when he heard the door's lock click. The guard gave a gentle push against the door and walked inside.
The glass door closed right behind Jeremy with a light thunk. The sound of blowing wind was quickly replaced with silence as the sealed itself shut. The guard didn't think much about it, and he instinctively locked the door before facing back towards the main dining hall.
The restaurant was almost pitch black, but Jeremy had thankfully come prepared. The guard pulled out a flashlight from his belt, and he turned it on with a satisfying click. The flashlight's beam shot through the darkness, and the man wasted no time in shining it around the place to see what has changed.
"Huh. Not much has changed," Jeremy muttered as he glanced around the room, while also walking further into the room.
He moved his body to the side as he walked right by the restaurant's menu podium, where the waiters stood during the day to sit any arriving customers. The guard's eyes peered around in nostalgic awe as he shined his light over towards the main party stage across from the room. Then, he shined it over to the multitude of tables and chairs already set up for the next day in the center of the room.
Jeremy walked further into the room, passing by all the party tables and chairs. He was in a state of whimsical excitement, but then he froze.
Two voices were approaching him, and they were both coming from the main hallway. The guard turned his body towards the hall's entrance, but he pointed the flashlight down at the floor; he wanted to make it a surprise when the animatronics came in. His smile got wider as he could hear their voices edging towards the room.
The first voice was a distinctively masculine, accented voice, while the other was much younger and more feminine.
"So is the plan for the wee lad's birthday party tomorrow? Did ye and Chica come up with something special?"
"Yeah, I would say we got something special for him. Chica and I had spent last night deciding on what design the cake should be to go with the kid's flavor, and I have to say we got a real treat for him."
"Ah-ha! That's great to hear lass! Ol' Mangle and I also got something brewing for the kid."
"Oooh. What wild adventure are ya'll taking him on?"
"Well, ye just have to wait and find out yourself!"
Jeremy's heart was pounding wildly in his chest as he tensed up. The two animatronics were starting to make their way into the room, and he could see Foxy's golden eyes stand a bit higher than CC's cyan eyes.
Both of them were unaware of the guard's presence as they walked, which prompted Jeremy to clear his throat quietly before opening his mouth.
"Hey, guys. Long time no see."
Almost instantly, Foxy and CC froze on the spot when they heard the voice, and they quickly peered around the room to see where it came from. Then, Foxy spotted Jeremy standing near the center of the tables. The red fox gave the yellow chick a light nudge before pointing his hook towards the guard.
For a moment, the room was completely silent as the two parties looked at each other. Both of the animatronics' eyes glanced over the man's body, recognizing his purple uniform.
"Well... Well... Well... What do we have here, lass?" Foxy cooed at CC as he gave the animatronic a mischevious grin. "Do my eyes deceive me, or do we both see it?"
CC returned a similar grin at the fox, and she shook her head. "No Foxy... Your eyes aren't deceiving you." The yellow animatronic stepped towards Jeremy, murmuring to herself as she did so. "It can't be..."
Jeremy's smile widened even more as he thought the animatronics recognized him, so he took in a deep breath to reply back.
"It is lass... We got ourselves another night guard," Foxy stated menacingly, interrupting Jeremy as the man was about to speak.
The man's voice paused. He promptly glanced at the two approaching animatronics with a frown. "Night guard? N-N-No... It's me, guys! It's Jeremy!"
The fox, however, only gave a menacing chuckle. "Yeah, sure. That's what they all say." The animatronic then flashed its hook up next to its head, "That's what they all say..."
Jeremy's frown became a mix of confusion and concern when he saw Foxy's reaction, and he couldn't help but take a step back from the two. The tone of his voice soon reflected his expression as he said, "W-What? What are you talking about, Foxy?"
This time, CC replied back, and her voice matched her companion's threatening tone. "Don't pretend we don't know. Lemme me guess; Frank told you to say that, right? Is that what he told you to do?"
"W-W-What? What the heck are you talking about? It's me, guys. Jeremy! Jeremy Fitzgerald! Remember?"
That was when he weird a sinister laugh from the fox, and it was one that made his heart sink down into his stomach. His eyes stared back at the pirate, who was shaking his laughing head.
"Yeah, we heard ye..." Suddenly, the animatronic's expression changed right into anger as he spoke a little more loudly, "We heard ye."
Neither of the animatronics stopped with their approach, and, at this point, Jeremy started to take several steps back to further his distance from him. However, he only got to make a couple of steps before feeling his back bump into something. Jeremy glanced back over his shoulder, expecting to have bumped into a table, but he was quickly horrified when he saw a tall, white vixen grinning maniacally behind him. The man jumped away from the figure while dropping his flashlight.
"Well, what do we have here, Cap't," Mangle spoke in a terrifying tone as Jeremy instantly twisted his body away from both her and the two other animatronics. "What is this little ol' fish doing out of the sea?"
Jeremy wore an expression of horror as the vixen raised one of its claws towards him, and he swiftly responded with a few additional steps.
"Oh... The little fishy is scary," the vixen taunted.
"Is that so, lass? Well, maybe it's time we get the whole gang over. I'm sure our friend here won't be so scared of us once everyone gets here."
CC's gave a cocky smirk, "Way ahead of you, Foxy." The chicken animatronic inhaled some air before calling out, "Hey, guys! Come over here!"
Jeremy kept on moving backward, not letting his eyes off of any of the animatronics. All three of them were still slowly stalking him, like a predator scanning its prey. He flinched when he heard a new voice speak.
"Repeat that one more time, CC! Freddy, Fredbear, Chica, and I were working in the kitchen and couldn't hear you!"
CC's smirk widened. "I said come over here, Bonnie! A new night guard is here!"
Jeremy glanced towards the main hallway's entrance, where Bonnie's voice was coming from. His heart skipped a beat when he heard the rabbit's voice thunder back into the room.
"What? There's a new night guard?" There was a slight pause before he continued. "Are you sure it's a night guard, CC?"
"I'm one-hundred percent positive! Come to the dining room and see for yourself!"
The sound of running footsteps soon echoed down the hallway, but Jeremy didn't want to wait for the whole "family" reunion. His gut was telling him to run, and he did.
….
Meanwhile, a single animatronic sat alone in its room. Bonbon, who had isolated herself from the others, was sitting quietly in her room. The blue-furred bunny held her guitar against her chest, which still hummed from the last tune. A single tear fell from the corner of her eye as Bon somberly stared at the floor.
The animatronic sniffled her nose before rubbing an arm up to wipe away the tear, but then she heard CC's voice yelling through the hall outside. Bonbon glanced at the door puzzlingly.
"What is she yelling about," Bon asked herself.
With a quick wipe of her arm, Bon placed her guitar aside and hopped off her bed. She then hastily walked over to her bedroom door and opened it. The animatronic glanced down the hall, both towards the lounge and towards the closed off doorway that separated the animatronics' bedrooms from the rest of the building.
Then, CC's voice echoed through the closed off doors, causing the bunny to perk her ears. "I said come over here, Bonnie! The new night guard is here!"
Bonbon stepped out of her room some more. The animatronic looked perplexed.
"What," she said to herself. "Since when did Frank hire a new guard? Wouldn't he have told us if he was?"
CC's voice continued, "I'm one-hundred percent positive! Come to the dining room and see for yourself!"
Bon was unsure how to respond to the news, but she didn't waste any time and rushed down the hall. Something didn't feel right.
…
Jeremy's body wreathed in pain while he ran for the entrance. His heart was pounding, his breathing was wild, and the images of the animatronics' sinister expressions flashed into his mind. The guard's footsteps screeched to a halt once he got to the glass door, and he pulled back on the door hinge with all his strength.
Unfortunately, the door's lock held against the man's yank and instead sent a dislodging shockwave down his right arm's nerves, causing them to explode in pain. The guard had forgotten he had locked the door, and his attempt at opening it only made his weakened muscles to pull themselves loose. Jeremy keeled back and cried out in agony; his right arm had become useless.
"P-Please, God, not now," Jeremy thought as he tried, with all his might, to ignore the pain.
He reached down towards his belt line, to where his keys hanged, and he unlodged them from the belt's hook. The guard raised his keys desperately.
However, the sound of two rapidly incoming footsteps echoed inside his ears, and Jeremy could only fear for his life as he heard them. The man futilely placed the key against the keyhole, but Jeremy and his arm soon shot backward as he felt his left shoulder erupt in a new, excruciating sense of pain. A red-furred arm came over his left shoulder and had plunged its hook, attached to the end of the arm, into his shoulder.
"Where do ye think yer going, lad," Foxy vehemently spat as he twisted the hook inside Jeremy's shoulder, causing the man to howl. "Ye know it's rude to run away from us, especially when we trying to have a fun time with ye!"
The pirate yanked his hook back, forcefully pulling Jeremy down onto the ground. The man could only scream as he collapsed onto the floor, releasing his keys from his hand. The impact onto the tiled floor caused Jeremy's nerves to ripple in pain, and he couldn't help but begin to sob.
Unbeknownst to him or the animatronics, who were all now surrounding his fallen body, Jeremy's letter had slipped out of his pocket. The white envelope slid across the floor by several meters, landing relatively close to the hallway that led to the animatronics' rooms and the pizzeria's restrooms.
Jeremy's eyes were filled with tears as he cried from the endurable pain. As he bobbed his head left and right, he could see seven hulking figures stand over him. Despite the water in his eyes, the guard could tell who it was.
With a quivering voice, Jeremy stuttered out, "It's-it's-it's me guys! Jeremy Fitzgerald!"
However, one of the animatronics sneered. "Oh, C'mon! Do you really take us for fools?"
Jeremy twisted his head to where he heard the voice, and that was when he saw Chica scowling down at him.
"You look nothing like Jeremy, so stop saying
"I-I am, Chica! I'm Jer-EMY!?" Jeremy suddenly exclaimed as he felt one of animatronics twist his left leg in a vice grip. "Oh god, why!? W-Why are you DOING-!?" The poor man couldn't even finish his sentence as his left leg's tibia snapped in half.
Jeremy dropped his head back after hearing the agonizing crack, streams of tears freely falling from his eyes. His breathing had become erratic and uncontrollable, and his heart was bashing violently from all of the blood flowing through it.
The animatronic who was responsible for breaking his left leg peered their head closer, revealing the stone-hardened gaze of Fredbear. The glow from the bear's sapphire-colored eyes illuminated his distasteful expression.
With a disgusted sneer, the bear tauntingly said, "You're crying already? How? We've just gotten started."
Then, on cue, Jeremy felt his right leg's femur crack open from under the grasp of Bonnie, who had his paws placed on both ends of the skin-covered bone. The pain was unimaginable for Jeremy, and, despite feeling a burning twinge in both arms, he flailed his arms up in desperation, hoping that some wandering soul could see them from the outside world.
Mangle grabbed ahold of his left hand, while CC did the same to his right. Together, both animatronics nodded to each other and gave a sharp pull, dislocating both of his shoulders and only causing the man to scream even louder.
"Man up and quit complaining," Bonnie spat. "None of the other guards screamed or cried nearly as loud as you, and some of them were girls almost half your age."
The guard, however, paid no attention to the purple animatronic's words, for he was slowly starting to drift away because of the pain. The animatronics noticed this, so Foxy ripped his hook out of Jeremy's shoulder. The pain was sharp at first, but it was quickly silenced by the pain emitting from the rest of his body. However, Foxy removing his hook was just enough for the guard to nod himself awake.
Jeremy's tear-filled eyes fluttered around amongst the animatronics, who were all either scowling or grinning at him. His throat croaked for a moment, for it had briefly forgotten how to form words, but eventually, it managed to piece together one word weakly.
"W-h-y..."
Freddy's face then came into view, peering directly over Jeremy's head so the man could focus on him. "Why? Are you asking us why we are doing this," the bear asked in a deep tone.
The guard was too weak to respond with words or a nod, but the bear didn't care.
Answering his own question, Freddy said, "We are doing this because we have to. I don't know why Frank decided to hire you, nor why he didn't tell us you were coming, but that doesn't matter now."
The bear turned his head away from the dying man and towards the gang. "C'mon. We've done enough to him. Let's get this over with so we can clean up this mess he's made."
CC groaned, "Ah, but Freddy! We were just getting started." The yellow animatronic shifted her grip onto the man's hands, and she gleefully snapped each of the man's fingers in half.
Each crack made Jeremy's body twitch uncontrollably, but that was the extent of it. His body couldn't register any more pain.
"Enough, CC. We've done enough," the bear commanded.
Freddy watched as the chicken gave a sad sigh, but she obeyed nonetheless. The hulking bear glanced over to the rest of the gang. "We've wasted enough time. Let's go."
Jeremy felt his body get lifted up from his limbs, but he could do nothing about it. He could only look at each animatronic in a silent but pleading gaze. Jeremy wanted to tell them to stop; he wanted to say that they've got it all wrong, but he just did not have the strength to talk.
While carrying the guard's body, the animatronics moved in sync, with Freddy leading them. They left the dining hall and entered the main hallway. The gang stopped halfway through when they got to the backstage door. Freddy opened it without a problem, and he motioned the band to go in. The animatronics did so without saying a word.
As they entered the room, Freddy shared glances with Jeremy. The guard tried to open his mouth to speak, but nothing would come out. The bear didn't notice the man's attempt at speech. Instead, the animatronic glanced away from him, its gaze eventually falling upon a sickly green body sitting in the far right corner of the room. It was the only suit they had left, and it couldn't have been more appropriate.
A broken suit for a broken man.
...
Bonbon spectated the entire scene from the shadowy cover inside her hallway. Unlike the rest of the gang, who had gathered themselves around the night guard at the entrance, Bon chose to stand off to side.
The animatronic watched as her family tore the man apart. She could hear his bones crack from where she stood; her ears twitched each time they listened to the guard's bones snap. Although Bon couldn't stomach to watch such gruesome violence up close, she still stood by and watched, like all the other times they murdered a night guard.
By the time Freddy and the gang had carried the man away, Bonbon started to step into the dining room. She quietly followed the group with her green eyes as they disappeared into the main hallway. The blue-furred bunny was alone once more, and she sighed somberly as her eyes fell to the floor.
Her eyes widened in surprise when she spotted a white envelope lying idly on the checkered floor. Despite being the only one in the room, Bon glanced over to her left and right to see where the envelope could have come from, but there was nothing. The bunny was curious as to who it belonged to, so she walked on and picked it up.
"Where did this come from," Bonbon pondered to herself while she frowned at it. The animatronic flipped to both sides of the envelope, and she saw something written on one side of it.
"To My Friends and Family, the Fazbear Gang."
Bon was taken aback for a moment. Just by looking at the few words so far, the writing looked like it belonged to someone she knew. Someone who she cared about.
The animatronic ripped open the top side of the envelope with her paw and dumped its contents into her other hand. She could feel two separate things of paper against her hand, with what seemed to be a letter visibly on top. Bon had assumed the second sheet of paper belonged to the letter on top, so she dropped the envelope from her left hand and brought the first sheet up to read.
"Dear Freddy and the gang,
Surprise! I'm back. I know my arrival was sudden and unexpected, but I couldn't stand to be without your company any longer. I understand that it has been five years since we've last seen or talked to each other, but I assure you that I'm still the same man that left all those years ago..."
The animatronic's pupils expanded, but she continued reading the letter.
"... You have no idea what I've been through these last couple years, and, I kind of hoped you never had to. I had initially planned for this to play out differently, but I'm afraid I have to come to you looking like this. You see, the reason I left you, all those years ago, wasn't because I was fired, or I was moving on with my life, or that I needed to find a better job.
No. The reason I left was that of one thing: I was diagnosed with cancer..."
Bon started to shake her head. "It can't be," she whispered to herself. "It can't be him. It can't be him." The animatronic continued reading.
"I've tried my best, you guys. I really did. I've fought hard for five, long years, and I did it so that I could be with you all again. I can't begin to tell you how many times I've thought of you through the years, thinking about how you all will react when I get back. I had hoped I would get to tell you that I've beaten cancer, that I've managed to be one of the few to overcome it, but I can't. I'm sorry to say this, but...
I have only a month left to live..."
"N-No... No, it can't be," Bon muttered, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.
"I can already tell this news will be hard for you to hear, especially after not seeing me for so long, but I want you to know that, in my finals days here on this earth, there is no one else I'd rather be than with than with you. You all mean everything to me...
Freddy, you taught me the importance of family and welcomed me into yours, even when no one else would.
Chica, you showed me that looks don't matter, that what's really special is on the inside.
Bonnie, you were like an older brother. You teased me whenever you could, but, when you saw me in a bad mood, you stood by me to cheer me up.
Foxy, you have a heart full of gold. You taught me the importance of selflessness. You put others, like me, far before yourself, even when you didn't understand a problem to its fullest.
Mangle, you've always managed to bring a smile to my face just by your words alone. Whether it's from telling me an awe-inspiring tale or just a simple talk, you always managed to do it.
Fredbear, I've never met anyone more mature than you. You always lent an ear to me whenever I needed someone to talk to, even when I was angry. You were never judgemental of me, and, best of all, you were there to comfort me with your words of wisdom at the end of it all.
CC, I have never met anyone as playful or energetic as you. Whenever you saw someone like me in trouble, you'd jump right in and get our mind off the problem, which worked many for me.
Bonbon, I've saved the best for last. You were there with me since the very beginning. You showed me this wonderful family, you stood by me when I was at my lowest, and you were there to comfort me whenever I needed it. While everyone else listened and talked to me, you were the one who I could trust the most to be there to help when I need it. If I had to choose a single animatronic to be with me when I die, I'd choose no one but you.
I'm sorry it has to end like this. I'm sorry I didn't come to you all any sooner. I can only hope you all will understand my reason for not telling you, and that you will welcome me back with open arms. I love you all.
Sincerely, Jeremy Fitzgerald."
Bonbon was practically crying by the time the letter came to its end. The animatronic's body shook from anxiety. When she finally came to her senses and got to the second object that came from the envelope, Bon froze.
It was the picture of everyone standing with Jeremy. They had taken that picture over five years ago, right before Jeremy had left. Bon remembered giving Jeremy this photo on his last day with them. She remembered writing the small text at the bottom of the photo.
"Come back soon, Jeremy. We will always be here for you! Love, your Friends and Family, The Fazbear Gang."
Bon's voice shook as she dropped the letter and photo, slowly backing away from them as if they were ghosts, "No... Oh god, no... Wha-What have we-JEREMY!"
Bonbon exclamation echoed throughout the darkened halls once she realized what the others were doing with the guard. They were taking him back to stuff him into a suit. They were going to kill Jeremy.
In an instant, the bunny ran. She ran faster than she ever had to before. The animatronic had seemingly forgotten everything. Any thoughts, feelings, or concerns were gone. Jeremy was the only thing on her mind.
The animatronic nearly slipped onto the floor when she turned the corner into the main hallway, but Bon didn't care. All she cared about right now was getting to Jeremy. The bunny ran up to the backstage door, placed her paw on the knob, and turned it.
The door opened from the other side though, with both Bonnie and Foxy smiling at each other. Their expressions told Bon enough, and she couldn't help but release a single sob. Both animatronics stopped what they were doing and glanced over at the bunny, finally noticing her standing in front of them.
Foxy was the first to drop his smile, and he quickly stepped forward to comfort her. "What's the matter, lass? Are ye not feeling well or something?"
Bonnie followed Foxy's example and too dropped his smile. "Yeah Bon, what's wrong? We already stuffed the guard, so you don't have to worry about that anymore."
To Bonnie's surprise, this only made the bunny feel worse, and he watched as she covered her mouth with both of her paws. The blue animatronic then started blabbering nonsense through her paws, but neither Foxy or Bonnie could understand her.
"Woah, lass! Calm down for a moment! We can't understand what yer trying to say."
"Breathe, Bon. Just take a deep breath for a moment."
Their instructions only fell on deaf ears as the younger animatronic started to push in between them. Neither of them could understand why Bon was so insistent on seeing the dead guard, but they shrugged at each other and allowed her through.
Bonbon ran into the middle of the room, ignoring all of the looks she was getting from the gang members, as she desperately peered around to find Jeremy. During her frantic search, Bon noticed that the spare, torn-up animatronic suit was missing from its corner.
Bon's eyes then spotted something red spilling on the floor. The liquid was inching towards Bon and her feet, but she didn't care. The animatronic stepped into the blood, ignoring its warmth, and followed it. When Bon got to the source, she gasped in horror.
She found the missing suit, and she was shocked by the gruesome scene. Originally, the suit was just meant to be a back-up in, but years of neglect and mistreatment had caused parts of its body to fall apart. One of the suit's long rabbit ears had deteriorated to the point where half of it fell off, and all across its body, fur started to fall off. It was bad enough the suit looked like some kind of Frankenstein-like rabbit, but it only got worse when Bon saw blood oozing out of every possible orifice from the unmoving animatronic. Jeremy had been stuffed into the suit.
Bonnie came up to the bunny from behind and placed a hand on her shoulder. "What has gotten into you, Bon? What is making you so upset?"
Bonbon ignored his hand and question. All she could do was stare at the bleeding mess that was Jeremy. Slowly, she walked forward, getting as close to the bloody suit as possible before dropping down on both of her knees. Bon's body shuddered at the unholy sight, but she kept moving her paws closer.
"J-Jeremy..." Bon's quivering voice whispered as she touched the suit's head. "J-J-J-Jeremy, no... No, please... Jeremy..." She tried shaking away her tears, but all she did was make herself sob even louder. "Jeremy, please... I'm sorry. Oh god... I'm so sorry."
Freddy and the gang all turned to each other in confusion before glancing back at the weeping bunny. Chica took a step towards the tearful animatronic, and she rested a gentle hand on Bon's shoulder.
"Why do you keep saying Jeremy's name," Chica asked in a concerned tone. "That guard wasn't Jeremy, Bon. He looked nothing like him."
Bonbon, however, pulled her shoulder away from Chica's hand. She turned towards the yellow animatronic, staring right up at her with two wide, tearful, green eyes.
"Th-That was Jeremy, Chica! T-That man, who we just killed, was Jeremy!"
Chica, along with the rest of the animatronics, looked shocked at what the bunny was saying, and the chicken quickly shook her head in denial.
"Don't say that Bon. That wasn't Jeremy. I would've known if it was him or not."
Bon's face contorted into anger, and the bunny couldn't help but spit back, "Would you, Chica?! Would you have known it was him, even if he had CANCER?!"
A shock of horror flew across the room, and the entire gang fell deafly silent for a few short moments. Every animatronic, except for Bon, peered over at the bloody suit, and they each felt a sense of dread flow through them.
As for Chica, she took a step back from Bon, shaking her head. "N-No... No, that couldn't have been him. H-He would've told us."
Bon turned away from Chica and the gang and instead faced towards the scarred eyelids of the green rabbit. Her voice quavered a bit as she said, "Jeremy dropped a letter on the floor. It-It told me everything..."
"Where," Foxy cried out in distress. "Where's the letter?!"
Without turning her head, Bon lifted an arm out towards the door. "I-In the dining hall," she stated simply.
In an instant, Foxy dashed out of the room. As for the rest of the gang, they all stood right where they were. An expression of shock and denial was on each of their faces.
Bonbon didn't wait for the fox to come back though, for she had already started to cry on top of the bleeding corpse. "Jeremy! Jeremy, please! Don't go! Jeremy! JEREMY! JEREMY, PLEASE!" The animatronic's voice broke down into tears, and all she could do was cry over the stuffed body of Jeremy.
Bonnie didn't waste another thought and rushed over to Bon's side. He tried calming the animatronic, but his attempt only fell deaf as Bonbon wept her heart out.
Then, the sound of rapidly approaching footsteps came barreling towards the open doorway. Everyone, except for Bon, looked over to the door as Foxy ran into the room, carrying both a letter and photo. If his fur hadn't been dyed red, the animatronics would have seen Foxy's face drained of all color.
Fredbear was quick to react by walking over and taking the letter out of Foxy's hand, quietly reading it as soon as he did so. While the bear read, the rest of the gang stared back at Foxy, who grimly shook his head.
"I found this photo next to the letter..."
The fox shifted the picture towards the gang, allowing them to see it in its entirety. There was a collective gasp, and they all peered back towards Fred, who was their last hope in quelling their unanimous fear. Unfortunately for them, Fredbear's expression worsened as he read further through the letter.
"He... He came back to us," the bear finally said as he lifted his head from the letter. "He was dying from cancer, and he chose to come back to us... He wanted to spend his last days alive with us."
Every animatronic glanced back towards the bloody suit lying on the floor. Each of their horror-stricken faces expressed the same thought. They all had finally come to realize what they've done.
They murdered Jeremy in cold blood. They had killed a member of their own family when all he wanted to do was be with them. They were heartless murderers.
CC was tearing up from where she stood, slowly retreating from the bloody body in sheer horror. Her entire body started to tremble, and she instantly broke down into tears and ran out through the door.
Soon enough, Chica did the same; the large chicken couldn't have been more ashamed of herself.
Mangle wimped in the corner of the room, trying desperately to hold herself together. She tried talking to herself in hopes assuring herself everything is going to be fine, that this was all just some sort of dream. But, when she tried pinching herself awake, the vixen only started to sob louder in denial.
"This is just a dream. This is just a dream... This has to be a dream..."
She kept on pinching, hoping that this wasn't real; that her mind was playing a cruel trick on her. After a dozen or so desperate pinches, the vixen gave up and ran out through the door.
The white animatronic passed by Foxy, who remained dazed at the doorway for what felt like an eternity. The fox stared down at his own hook, where Jeremy's blood still stained the steel. He was utterly speechless.
"Jeremy... I... I..."
Foxy couldn't bear to stay in the room, so he left without even giving the suit one last glance.
As for Fredbear, he tried skimming back over the letter, then glancing back up at the bloody suit. He repeated this several times, trying desperately to find some sort of indication that the man, who they just murdered, wasn't Jeremy.
Then, there was Freddy, who remained eerily quiet. He stood in the farthest corner of the room, silently lamenting over what he had just done.
"Dear god, Jeremy... I-I didn't mean to... I-I didn't want this to..."
The bear only shook his head in guilt.
Bonbon couldn't contain her emotions anymore, and the poor animatronic wailed out Jeremy's name.
"Jeremy! Jeereemmy! JEEREEMMY!"
When the weeping bunny felt Bonnie's arms wrap around her, she could only plunge herself into the rabbit's shoulder as she cried.
"What have we done, Bonnie?! What-have-we-done?!"
For several long minutes, the bunny's wailing sobs echoed throughout the building, along with the rest of the animatronics who have started to cry. The entire restaurant was filled with endless cries and desperate pleas. They sobbed for what they've done, for the blood they had spilled that night.
This had lasted for twenty long minutes. Everyone, except for Bon, had calmed their wailing down to just tearful sobs, but the bunny continued. She could not remove herself from the spot next to Jeremy. A single thought ran through her mind as she cried, one that only made her cry even louder at the very thought of it.
She could have prevented this... If she had not stayed in the hallway and intervened with the gang, Bon could have saved Jeremy's life. She could have saved him from this terrible fate, but she didn't. Bonbon chose to stand by and watch the gang as they ruthlessly murdered the guard. She was just as guilty as they were.
The voice of Bon's tearful wailing persisted in on the building... It's somber sound reverberated throughout the restaurant's darkened halls... Each animatronic could hear her tearful sobs, even the one lying on the floor...
The torn-off ear of the bloody animatronic twitched. It could distinctly hear Bon's voice crying nearby. It jerked a second time, then a third, before its other ear started to do the same.
The blood-covered rabbit then made an internal groan as it shuffled its head side to side, causing the bunny next to it to open her eyes. At first, the rabbit struggled to open its eyelids, but eventually, it managed to start lifting them up.
The animatronic's vision was blurry as it tried adjusting to its eyes, and, after a few moments, it could finally focus in on what was around it. Its gaze fell on both Bonbon and Bonnie, who were both staring back at it in astonishment, and it gazed at them in silence. There was something about them that he could remember... Something important...
Finally, its eyes shot wide-open, revealing two sky blue eyes. The animatronic launched its back up from the floor, causing its entire body to ache and creak. When the animatronic took a quick second to glance down at itself to see what was wrong, its jaw fell in disbelief when it saw its body. A yellowish-green fur covered it in its entirety, along with warm blood... his blood.
The animatronic peered back over towards Bon, with an expression of utter terror, before speaking in an all too familiar voice.
"What did you do to me?"