Lolbit's P.O.V.

I wake up, it's exactly 4:00, just like always. I feel his warmth next to me, and smile. I snuggle him a little bit more, his warm grey fur feels good against my white orange fur. Finally, I nudge him a little bit to wake him up.

"Wolf," I say softly, "It's almost 6, we need to get ready."

"Hmm?" he says drowsily, he blinks multiple times before getting his eyes open for good, "I'm up. I'm up."

I giggle and snuggle him a little more, he puts his arm around me. And I... Sorry, you're probably confused out of your mind right now. So allow me to explain. My name is Lolbit, and the guy I was talking about is Wolf, my... Boyfriend? It sounds weird when I say it, we don't usually use labels like boyfriend or girlfriend. I think we used to until... the fan art.

Anyway, I don't wanna talk about it, too many bad memories. Anyway, Wolf is a wolf animatronic with grey fur. For reference, just imagine foxy with longer grey fur. He kisses me gently on the head. I giggle.

"Now you can't go telling me to get up and then start snuggling," he says, pushing me off of him. I stand up laughing, he stands up with me. He hugs me and kisses me. I push away and punch him in the shoulder, out of nowhere Funtime Fredbear comes out of nowhere, "Mr. Ross, I'll be your bodyguard." he says while jumping in front of Wolf, T-posing. We all laugh, somehow dismissing the fact that Fredbear was eavesdropping this whole time.

Anyway, Fredbear is an old friend of mine, he's been with the pizzeria since the beginning, he's a purple, white and gold bear animatronic. He's always cracking jokes, his daytime act is actually as a comedian. He tells jokes, talks about memes, tells stories. He's cool.

"Come on," I say, "we need to prepare for the daytime."

We open at 6, not many kids come in at the start, but we leave the door unlocked and the first kids start coming in at around 8. I go to wake up Funtime Chica since she has to make the cake and pizza because none of us know how to cook except her. I enter the kitchen, I see her slumped in a chair with a huge bowl of batter in front of her. She always falls asleep baking, one time I found her, and she had fallen face flat into a cake she made. I took a picture of course.

"Chica." I say, her head suddenly jolts up, "WHY DID I SAY OKEY DOKEY?!" She yells, she looks at me, starting to blush from embarrassment. I just smirk at her.

"Speak nothing of this," she says, and I nod while laughing. It's always the same thing, she falls asleep in some hilarious positions, then she wakes up and gets all flustered. "Come on," I say, "it's almost time to open." Her eyes suddenly widen.

"Oh Shuck!" She yells, "I need to get this cake finished for the special birthday!"

"Special birthday?" I asked confused.

"Yeah," she says, her sassy attitude returning, "remember? This person paying $120 extra just for us to make a special cake, he's even rented the pizzeria out for the day, plus they're paying extra to allow wine in this place for the adults. And they're paying a bunch of other special privileges. In total, this customer is paying about..." she pauses to run the calculations through her head, "$3243. Approximately."

"Spoiled rich kid," I say happily, "finish the cake, I'll go remind everyone of the special event today." I leave the room.

"They come at 7:00 am!" I hear her yell to me as I run to tell the others.

I stand on the stage, Wolf standing next to me. The human that opens the doors will be here in about...5 minutes. I break formation and go over to Wolf before he can respond, I kiss him on the lips, he kisses back. And we just stand there for a moment, kissing. Only when I hear the jingling of keys do I break away and return to my post.

The man walks into the main area, his purple uniform setting something off inside of me, but I don't know what. I always feel the same feeling whenever I see him. Though I couldn't possibly describe it, I know it's the same feeling. But I also feel bad for that man, I don't what, it's just, the way he walks, his posture sort of slumped over, his face looks...uncomfortable. Like when your laying in bed and you can't seem to get yourself into a comfortable position, but you never know what's wrong with the position your in. It's just his whole presence seems...sad.

He fumbles with keys, as usual.

When he finally finds the right key, the drops them, like usual.

Then he finally gets the door open, but a woman walks in the second the doors are open, that's never happened before. Her entire presence screams authority, arrogance, and a demand for attention.

"Ma'am..." the man says, shocked, "you can't just..."

"I have a reservation for Buti," she says with a British accent. She's unusually skinny, a long black dress goes down to her ankles, and her feet are covered with the most expensive looking high heels I've ever seen. She has about 50 rings on each hand, and her wrist is covered with watches and diamond and gold bracelets. And worst of all, she's still wearing her sunglasses, and she's inside.

She scans the room, "I was just checking to make sure that everything was in place before my son gets here. He's always wanted to come to this place, I don't know why. Quite frankly, it, and it's animatronics disgust me. Yuck." She makes a fake gagging sound.

"Anyway," she says, her voice already beginning to grow annoying, "Is the cake ready?"

"It'll be ready soon," says the man.

"I see the tables are not topped with the covers I gave you."

"We did not receive any sheets."

"Shame, that's taking half a star on your review. Has the place been sanitized?'

"Yes."

"Are the..." blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Spoiler, no one cares what she has to say. First, she insults our pizzeria, then insults us animatronics, and then lowers the rating because of her error. This day is gonna be a blast.

Funtime Chica lifts the metal separators that block off the kitchen from the counter, a cake about ½ the size of an obese 8-year-old. It's comically decorated with frosting and other various ingredients to look like minions from despicable me. Though the lady just...looks at it, looking rather unimpressed.

"It'll do for now," the Women says with a sigh, "oh, I do apologize for my manners, my name is Mrs. Buti, but you may call me Ashley."

I almost laugh. Her name is Mrs. Booty? Great name, just...bravo. Good job to whoever named this person, excellent parenting.

"Anyway," she continues, not letting the man talk, "Have the animatronics been sanitized?"

"Yes." The man says...wait. Did they sanitize us? When? How? And why does sanitizing someone sounds so dirty?

"Not enough," she mutters looking at us, " ok. My disappointment of a son will be here soon. Get everything set up. When things don't go the way he plans he gets mildly upset. And locks himself in his room, and...just get everything ready." She leaves after that, it looks like she's making a phone call but I'm not completely sure. The man looks at her, sighs, and then slowly walked into the back.

"*cough cough* A-hole *cough cough*," Wolf says.

"Truth," I say, patting where my heart would be with my fist like a solute. We both giggle, quietly, as to not alert anyone.

"Well," Chica says, with her usual sour attitude, "if you 2 lovebirds are done, can you stop before you blow our cover?"

I roll my eyes and get back in position, just in time as the man comes in holding banners, and small props. He pulls out his phone.

"Hello?" he says, speaking to someone, "Hey, are you guys open?... Great, can you come over?... I got this thing, and they want me to set up all of these things and I could use some help...What do you mean the animatronics creep you out? I gotta set all this stuff up in like an hour! ... Ok, thanks. Bye."

He was talking to George, he works at the hardware and installation store in the same mall. From what I heard, he works about 3 businesses down. So he comes over whenever the man needs help, although George refers to him as Michael.

George arrives, he and the man talk a bit before getting to work, they pull out arcade games from the back that I've never seen before. One of them is quite large. I read the title: For-, Fort-... Forknife? Fortnite! I think it's pronounced "Fortnite". Weird. Anyway, soon they finish. Michael gives George what looks like green paper. I think they call it pay. But I'm not completely sure.

Anyway, by the time George leaves, the place looks completely different. There are brightly colored lights, and decorations from Minecraft, Roblox, Pokemon, and that game Fortnite. What a mystery that game is...

Anyway, before I know it, kids are coming in, and I and Wolf do our normal routine. Kids come in and out of the main room. Heading through the hallway to see Fredbear. And heading to the food bar where Chica is.

It was normal as ever...

Until cake time...

The lights went out, then Chica came in with the huge cake in her hands. Starting to sing happy birthday, the rest of the party sang along, so did I, even Fredbear came and sang. Everyone was singing...except for Wolf. I look at him, but he seems to be fixated on something. I follow his gaze, all the way to the birthday boy. I look at his eyes, but there is no emotion whatsoever.

"Wolf?" I whisper quietly while everyone is distracted, but it doesn't seem like he heard me. Then, it happens. I watch in horror as his left eye slowly goes from blue to red, and I swear it looks like his claws sharpened.

He starts walking forward, but I grab his arm. He's burning to the touch. He looks at me with a rage-fueled glare, then says to me in a demonic voice, "Let. Go." At this point, everyone is looking at us 2. I try to play it off.

"Sorry friends," I say, "my friend Wolf is feeling a little down in the dumps."

"What's the matter?" One of the kids asks.

"His girlfriend says that she'll dump him if he doesn't start behaving," I say, clearly talking about my relation to him.

"Don't apologize," he says in the same demonic voice, "they think of us as slaves. They came for their birthday!!" He looks at the birthday boy, then me with an evil smile, "so lets party."

He tugs his arm from my grasp, then kicks me off of the stage, I land on and break a table. The kids begin to scream, running for the exit, but Wolf somehow manages to flip one of the tables across the room, blocking the main entrance. This is when the kids go ballistic, they spread out across the room, some trying to bust into the kitchen, some locking themselves in closets, some running to where Fredbear is.

Chica comes running out of the kitchen, allowing some of the kids to get in. She tries to calm Wolf down but Wolf grabs her and flips her over the counter. Fredbear comes in and helps me up, pulling me backstage.

"What happened?" He yells.

"I don't know," I respond, "he just started going crazy."

"You need to stop him, use the kill code." The kill code is a defense mechanism that allows me to shut down any animatronic that I can touch. Wolf has the same thing, except he has access to our shock collars. But our kill codes are shut off when a virus is affecting us, which is what I think is happening now.

"No." I say finally, "it could kill him."

"And he could kill us. You have to do this." Reluctantly, I nod. I look for him, he's trying to get into the kitchen. All I need to do is touch him. I run over, attempting to jump him. I fail.

He turns around just in time and kicks me in the stomach, knocking the breath out of me. I hit the floor, slide, then hit my head on the foot of a table. I groan and sit up, he's coming toward me. But Fredbear tackles him, but Wolf rolls and throws him off. Fredbear hits a table and breaks off one of the legs. I run up to Wolf and grab him from behind. He lashes and tries to throw me off, but then stops, drops to his knees, then falls.

Everything goes quiet. Then everything goes black.

When I wake up, its still daytime, I can see the sun through the only small window. I'm the breaker room. The room that I first saw Wolf in.

"I'm sorry," I hear a voice behind me, it's Wolf, "I don't know what happened. I don't remember much, all I remember is looking at the kid, and then when the lights went out... that's when it started. It's not my fault." I take this information in for a moment. What does he mean its not his fault, I try to move but I can't. They immobilized us, which means it's blocking any and all movement signals from our CPU. I want to stay mad at him. I want to hold a grudge and yell and hiss and argue. But instead, I cry, because I know what they might do to him.

"You know," I say between tears, "they're probably going to scoop you for what you did. From the damage you caused."

"I know," he says, "but we have to stay strong. They're probably just going to scrap my body, not my memory chip. And if that survives, then I'm..." He stops mid-sentence, I know why, and soon, I black out again. I wake up, I'm on stage. I expect it to be 4:00, I always wake up at 4. But it's 3:21, and Wolf isn't near me. I can move, so I take off down the hallway. But stop, 2 workers are pushing a giant contraption on wheels, and Wolf is on it.

I sneakily make my way toward the workers, ducking behind tables, chairs, and trash cans along the way, in order not to be spotted. I ould say I wonder where they're going, but I know that they're going to the scooping room. But when I draw near the room, something changes in me, I'm no longer myself, I jump out of hiding and tackle one of the workers, he falls to the ground and screams, but his screams are swiftly put to an end. I chomp down onto his face, then pull back, ripping the skin off of most parts of his face, I turn towards the other worker and a few others that have come to help.

I stand up and kick one of the workers, he hits a wall so hard, blood stains it. I backhand one of the workers, they fly across the room. Another I tackle and rip out their throat. I stand up, feeling... good. I feel powerful, I want to do it again, so I scan the room for the last one, and find him. The last one just stands there, looking at me, he doesn't look scared, he looks amused. His tinted goggles make it impossible for me to see his eyes. But I don't care, I run at him, but from behind his back, he pulls out a fire ax and hits me on the side of the head with it.

The next thing I know I'm in the breaker room again, an animatronic standing in front of me, I try to move but I can't. His body is completely mangled, just a bunch of wires and coils strung together to make a human-like shape. His purple eyes dig into me, peering into my soul.

"Don't worry," he says, his voice filled with static but somehow soothing, "I won't hurt you. I'm here to help. My name is Ennard, you are Lolbit, and you were just scooped, along with your friend. But the humans are flawed, they made a mistake, a good one. They didn't set you up quite right, so your memory chip survived. Your friend wasn't so lucky." Wolf is dead. "Anyway, your body is destroyed, and irreparable, your suit will be repurposed. But I'm here to give you second chance. If I put your consciousness into my this flash drive, and then upload you into my machine, you will be immortal, except for magnetite, that kills you." He puts out his hand, "what do you say?"

I take in all of the information I just heard. Wolf is dead, I'm almost dead. And he can save me. I don't know if I can trust him, but I do know that I have nothing to lose.

"I'll do it." I barely manage to get out, he smiles, "Excellent." He says.

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Bonnet's Story

So, yeah, ummm. Lolbit wrote her backstory in here, I'm surprised she remembers that much, I can barely remember my backstory, but I do remember her. Well anyway, I'm sorry I'm getting off track. Anyway, I was in my pizzeria for about... a month when I discovered my defect. I was attached to Funtime Fredbear for about... 2 months before they figured out my defect and scrapped me, or tried to but... I got away, Lolbit had been hiding me in a secret pocket under the stage, it was warm down there, but it was dusty and... I'm sorry, I got distracted again. But anyway as you may know my defect was Yuri (Doki Doki literature club reference), I was prone to self-harm. Well, a week after I was made I started wondering what it was like to be cut, or something. Oh man... I forgot to put paragraphs, sorry.

Anyway, in the beginning, I never really planned on carrying it out. But then the urge grew greater and greater. So I grabbed a kitchen knife, a sharp one so I didn't have to dig into my skin with multiple cuts. So then I did it, I brought the knife across my arm. It wasn't a deep cut, but oil was still coming out. But it felt, good. I'm sorry if that's weird but it did. The sensation of the metal slowly but surely cutting through the flesh of my skins, the feeling of the skin cells in my arm being pushed to the side as the knife comes through. So I did it again, and again, and it became an addiction. The cuts were never that big, so I could cover it up easily.

But then I started to wonder: Do different metals or styles of knife feel different? So I bought other knives, such as copper kukris, tin competition cutters, and a whole bunch of other ones, I probably spent about $1000 on knives. Sorry, I'm getting too into detail, sorry. Well anyway, the company started noticing that their money was being spent on knives. And I got daring, making bigger, longer cuts. And they noticed. And then theirs the whole escaping thing I told you about, so... Yeah, that's my story.

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Ennard's Story

My story starts all the way in 1970, we were the first to use robotic entertainers. Pretty high tech ones as well. We were technically a test, the real pizzeria opened around 1980, "Fredbear's Family Diner", and its sister location. We were the first, I was the star of the show, my stage was at the very front, everybody saw me first. I loved it until 1980 when Fredbear's Family Diner opened up. They stole all of the attention and ¾ of our customers. They even made another location, and another, and then a T.V show. That's when the manager decided it was time for me to go. But they took one of us, Baby.