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A blond-haired woman is sitting in a chair, seated directly in front of the camera. She has smudges of dirt covering her entire body. A name card appears on the screen that reads, Vanessa, ex-security guard at the PizzaPlex, ex-mind controlled bunny. Vanessa gives the camera a long-suffering sigh and shakes her head. She pointedly does not look back at the camera and instead picks at her nails.
“I owed it to the kid, I know it’s not exactly the same thing. Like it's not one of those situations where I do one nice thing for him and then we're even, I owe him a lot more than that.” She smirks and looks back up at the camera, “I also think it will be hilarious to see the looks on the others' faces when they see what we’ve done.”
The camera cuts off there, when it cuts back to a different person getting comfortable in the chair, he looks back up at the camera surprised, “Oh shit did you already start,” A name card appears reading, Michael Afton, ex-corpse, arsonists, robot, still purple. Micheal gives the camera a look, “Whatever you put on my name tag better not be shitty.”
“Oh, yeah I am a… robot now I guess, Henry made it for me when he found out my spirit or whatever was still around. Unfortunately, he made it purple, and yes I am living in that room. What about it?” The ex-corpse raises an eyebrow at the camera, before his expression turns sad, he takes a deep breath and his expression turns closed off. “And to answer your other question- which I would rather not, Gregory looks like Even.” Michael gets up to leave before the camera even cuts.
A large animatronic gator is seated in the chair, he seems to barely fit in it, his arms are crossed and he appears to be upset, or maybe that's just his resting face. His name card appears, it reads, Montgomery Gator, sick of being called a crocodile. Monty gives the camera an impatient look.
“Yeah no, none of us can even remember that night, and Freddy won’t even tell us what happened!” Monty seems to get visibly angrier as he talks, “He just keeps saying ‘it's up to the kid’ Like he won’t even tell us where he got the fucking kid- and all of the employees are just fine with him staying here apparently.” He lets out a breath in an angry huff, “I mean it’s not like I hate the kid or anything, but yeah I was against him staying here, Freddy got pissed with all of us when we told him that, the first time any of us had really seen Freddy as anything other than the picture of calm, content and happy, even when… uh well ya know happened, Freddy seemed to take it the best. It was weird as fuck I mean, and since then he’s been weird he was avoiding us for a while, just recently he started to seem back to normal, but he still won’t tell us what happened, it’s just annoying at this-”
The camera cuts off as it looks like the gator is about to go on another rant. It cuts back into Monty looking calmed down, “To answer the question, the rest of us are mad that Freddy won’t tell us what happened that night, ya know just the night were we all ended up in parts and services, the security guard quit, and Freddy adopted a random ass kid, the night that for some reason the only animatronic that remembers it is Freddy.”
The camera cuts off again, instead of coming back to the gator, a kid with messy hair is seated in the chair with a pout on his face, the chair is too big for him. His name card appears at the bottom of the screen, it says, Gregory, Freddy’s kid, feral.
“I wanted to just decommission them again, but Freddy didn’t like that,” the kid keeps making gestures with his hands as he speaks, “and it would be stupid for me to upset Freddy by decommissioning them, when I want to do it because they upset him, so…” Gregory smirks at the camera, there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, “I went with plan b.” As the kid begins cackling the camera cuts.
The camera cuts back to a brown-haired man, he’s looking at something off-screen, he smiles fondly at whatever he is looking at before snapping out of his daydreaming. He gives the camera a sheepish look and rubs the back of his neck, “Uh what was the question again?”His name card appears, Jeremy Fitzgerald, mechanic, ex-nightguard. The camera cuts.
When the camera cuts back in Jeremy is still seated in the chair, “First off,” He holds up a finger, “Mike is a lair, he does not live in that room, we have an apartment, he uses it as an office since he has to work from home for obvious reasons” he pauses, “Oh, and yeah I was filled in on what happened, Michael told me after, I mean he sort of had to considering it is my job to fix the animatronics and they were absolutely destroyed. Also, there's the fact that he suddenly wasn’t worried about the kid in the PizzaPlex at night getting murdered. I mean me and Mike have been trying to stop his dad and Vanny for a while,” he gives a brief pause, he looks annoyed, “But really freeing Vanessa by playing Princess Quest? That’s actual horseshit. Like how the fuck does that even work?” He stops talking and sighs, putting his head in his hand, “I just realized I asked that when I have almost been killed by animatronics possessed by children's souls, who were murdered by my boyfriend’s, who himself is a spirit possessing a robot, father who died like five times now.” He looks up at the ceiling, “I hate my life.” The camera cuts.
The camera cuts back to an animatronic bear sitting in the chair, he looks polite. His name card appears, Glamrock Freddy Fazbear, a father, needs a break from everyone's bullshit.
“I am not sure what to do about the band, they don’t seem exactly fond of Gregory,” His brows furrow, “or maybe they just don’t like not knowing where he came from, and well, it isn’t my place to tell them, I’m leaving that up to Gregory.” His smile seems to turn a bit more genuine, “Gregory seems to be happy, and there have been no problems with any of the human employees about him being here, Vanessa and Jeremy seem certain that there won’t be so that is good.” The camera cuts.
It cuts back into Gregory sitting in the chair, he looks like he just got away with murder…maybe he did. His name card appears, it’s the same as last time. Gregory cackles as something behind him shifts. Once Gregory calms down he gives a sharp grin at the camera and points up.
“Plan b stands for Bonnie.” The camera pans up to where he is pointing to a purple animatronic bunny leaning on the chair, on his face, there is a grin matching Gregory’s.