Chapter Two
FS: So what you’re telling me is that you found him inside Wolf. And that the part of him we could never access was a storage container large enough for a child to even fit?
NG: Yup.
FS: Dude.
NG: What?
FS: We are royally fucked!
NG: I know, I know!
FS: How did he even get in there in the first place!?
NG: I don’t know, and neither does Wolf! He said that his memory has been weird lately. He didn’t know how he got outside!
FS: Oh good god! You don’t think he...took him, do you?
NG: The actual fuck man! Can you please not bring up the possibility that he kidnapped him!
FS: We are dead! I’m dead, you’re dead, even the fucking sentient robot furries are dead! We are going to be found out, our asses are going to dragged to court, we are probably going to get a life sentence for kidnapping and pedophilia, and that doesn’t even mention what will happen to the animatronics once people find out they’re alive!
NG: Can you please calm down, you are going to wake him! Look, he’s probably just a kid that came for the test of courage; we can tell him he collapsed and got hypothermia, then take him to the police station and let them handle it from there.
FS: HE HASN”T EVEN WOKEN UP YET! Oh my god, he’s dead isn’t he? We have a dead child in the warehouse, now we’re definitely going to jail!
NG: (bitchslaps Luke across the face) CALM THE FUCK DOWN! He isn’t dead, just passed out. We stick with the plan and let the authorities handle it, got it?
FS: Got it.
We proceed to gently shake the child. He slowly responds and wakes up.
NG: Hello there, my name is James Pell and this is my friend Luke Ward. Can you tell us your name?
SB: … 
NG: …
FS: … So, are you hurt in any way?
SB: …
NG: …
FS: …
NG: Do you remember anything, anything about how you got here?
SB: (shakes head)
FS: Oh that’s good. Well actually, that’s pretty bad. But at least you know what we’re saying. (whispering) Okay, he doesn’t seem to know so that means we’re in the clear.
NG: (whispering) Maybe, but I would still like to know what happened. Also, why are we whispering in front of him?
NG+FS: (both look behind at the child)
SB: …
FS: (whispering) Okay, now we just get him to the police and we never speak of this again. (normal volume) Hey there, we are going to help you out, okay. We are going to help you find your mommy and daddy.
NG: (whispering) What are you doing?
FS: (whispering) I don’t know! I’m not good with children. Why do you think I take the night shift.
NG: (whispering) Okay, okay. Let me handle this. (normal volume) Hey kid, we are going to bring you to some nice men that will help you find your family, okay.
SB: (shakes head)
NG: Okay, now then - wait WHAT? Didn’t you hear, you will find your family. Don’t you want that?
SB: (shakes head)
NG: (screams internally) Okay then, let me get back to you. (whispers loudly) WHAT DO WE DO NOW?
FS: (whispers loudly) I DON’T KNOW! I TOLD YOU, I’M BAD AT THIS! (whispers quietly) Wait, I think I might know what’s going on. What if he ran away from home?
NG: (whispering) What?
FS: (whispering) Think about it. We found him in an alleyway away from any housing, he is currently wearing tattered clothing that is several sizes too large, he is so skinny, he might as well be a skeleton, must I continue.
NG: (whispering) Okay, you may be onto something. But that still doesn’t change the fact that we can’t keep him here. You know, with the other inhabitants.
FS: Well what are we supposed to do?
NG: Keep your voice down and let me think?
Good God, how did we get ourselves into this one? Okay, not the time to freak out. Come on think, what to do? Maybe we could ask him for a relative…he can’t speak. Maybe he has some form of identifi…Oh shit!
NG: Where did he go?
FS: What? WHAT! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. We are royally fucked.
NG: Come down, he is most likely somewhere in the warehouse.
FS: You mean with the inactive sentient animatronics and all their sharp robot pieces?
NG: Good point, you cover the east end, I’ll check the backrooms.
I run as fast as I can because I am honestly hoping that he isn’t in the backroom. Currently, there are three animatronics. That would be Golden, that Funtime Foxy with the different color pallete that hasn’t fully woken up, and…Oh shit, Mangle. Not only have I not done any repairs on them, but they sometimes can’t control themselves in the morning. If activated, the animatronics are supposed to operate like they would in a restaurant. But Mangle keeps glitching, so much that they almost bite off a chunk of my brain once. Wait, they aren’t built with that kind of power, no animatronic is. Wait again, didn’t one or two kids die from a bite like that? Why do I still work here? Nevermind that, gotta find the kid. I reach the back room and find…the boy. And thankfully, there is nothing life threatening.
NG: Oh thank god! Luke, I found him. Hey there kid, I’mma ask that you leave that only. Don’t want to lose a finger, now do we?
I gently pull him away from that other Funtime Foxy. I think he just wanted to touch it, but I’d rather be safe than sorry. So now I’m holding the kid’s hand, and guiding him back to the breakroom.
FS: Oh thank god, you found him! I just got a call from the boss.
NG: Wait, what!
FS: Yeah, he said that management wants to ship out the toy models to a location in Seattle.
NG: SEATTLE! When is this happening?
FS: Two days, man. I tried to think of something, but what was I supposed to do? Tell him that they come to life, that they all do.
NG: I know, I know. Oh man, how are we going to break this to them?
FS: I don’t know, wouldn’t they enjoy this? You know how excited they are when they work at the pizzeria.
NG: Yeah, but that’s half a mile from here. Seattle is several hundred miles.
FS: Come on man, you knew this was bound to happen. There are a hundred establishments across the nation. Our job is to repair them and send them out. We couldn’t have known that would come with the animatronics being alive.
NG: That’s the thing though. Not only am I afraid of someone learning about them, but they are alive. They can think and feel, even if only for six hours a day, they aren’t simply property.
FS: But they are to the company, and if we try to correct them we will face serious consequences.
NG: I know, I know. (sigh deeply) I’ll tell them tonight.
FS: Hey, at least it isn’t him.
NG: (gives angry glare)
FS: Sorry. I know it’s still sensitive, I was trying to lighten the mood.
NG: I know, I’m not mad at you.
As the sun sets, I give the kid some food and control over the breakroom’s TV. As soon as it’s midnight, I gather everyone together.
NG: Hey everyone, can I have your attention? As you may have heard last night, we have a kid in the breakroom. Needless to say, I want to remind people that we are not to interact with him. So that means to keep the noise down and no TV for tonight.
(All Animatronics give noises of protest and annoyance)
NG: Shush! What did I just say? Now, onto the second matter of the evening. I…I am sad to say that Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Puppet, and Balloon Boy are going to be transferred to a new pizzeria.
(All Animatronics give hushed sounds of congratulations)
NG: In Seattle.
(awkward silence)
(All Animatronics give noises of protest and outrage)
NG: I know, I know, hush. My hands are tied. The five of you will be shipped off in two days, so tonight and tomorrow night are the last nights to be with everyone. I will help you out with anything you need; if anyone else needs help, just come find me.
I feel like an asshole. They are going to be sent hundreds of miles away from everyone they know and may never see them again.
NG: Hey guys, how are you feeling?
TFR: We’re doing fine James, just…conflicted.
NG: Yeah, I figured. I’m sorry guys, I wish I could make this work for everyone.
TC: No one blames you, this is what it’s like for us. We were made to entertain, it doesn't really matter where.
NG: That’s the thing. You guys are so much more than simple machines?
BB: Yeah, but if anybody else knew, we would be scrapped or worse.
TB: Oh my, we won’t be able to talk at the new place. There will be a night guard, meaning we can’t let him know.
Shit, why did you have to bring that up Bonnie?
NG: Yeah, but I have an idea? We can attach a note for you guys’ new night guard to leave for them. You guys can still move at night, since everyone knows that. If you think you can make it work, they can contact us and get all the details. Then you guys can talk to each other and go about your everyday, pardon, everynight activities.
TFR: You think that could work?
NG: Yes? No? I don’t know. I just want to at least try something.
P: Thank you James. We are grateful for everything you’ve done for us.
NG: Okay, I’m gonna check on everyone else. And if there’s anything you guys need, just say so.
TFR: Thanks.
God, could I be anymore pathetic? How is my crazy plan supposed to help? I check on everyone else, but they just mainly are saying their goodbyes or asking about the boy. I do everything I can, clean Chica’s beak of any gunk, re-string Bonnie’s guitar, fix up Mangle for the umpteenth time this month. I go to check on Wolf, but he has seemed to have locked himself up in the spare closet. Oh jeez, he still must be freaking out about the kid. Not to mention that his only close friend (Toy Chica) is going away. I might as well try to at least talk to him.
NG: Hey Wolf, you in there.
TW: (silence)
NG: Okay, just wanted to let you know that you can talk to me.
TW: (silence)
NG: I know you’re scared. But I don’t think you did anything to the kid.
TW: You don’t know that.
NG: Neither do you.
TW: Why can’t I remember anything? How did I get a kid in me? What was I even doing with him?
NG: Whatever happened, you aren’t a bad person.
TW: (silence)
NG: We can talk later, but I recommend talking to Chica.
I continue onwards, feeling like shit. I eventually found myself on the roof, guess I was on autopilot. Oh the roof, how can those guys even get up here, don’t they all weigh a ton? Try not to think about it James, you’ll just give yourself another headache. Well, at least the stars look beautiful. Has it really been a year? One whole year of living with these crazy robots. And roughly three months since…No! You won’t think about that. You will not think about that or him!
FX: Hey there James.
Speak of the devil.
FX: I didn’t expect yee to ever be up here again.
NG: I’m full of surprises fox, you should know that by now.
FX: We barely speak anymore, not since…
NG: Not since Freddy caught you cheating on him with me.
FX: Aye, yee were never one to mince words.
NG: Why do you always do the pirate voice?
FX: It be who I am, I’m Foxy the Pirate.
NG: Please, I’ve heard you around everyone else. The only reason you do it is to annoy me.
FX: Aww, come now. I can’t help myself, you look cute when yur angry.
He’s close now, really close. He is now holding me against his body. He has his hand on my face. He’s leaning in, why is he…NO! Not this! Not again!
NG: How can you do this?
FX: What?
NG: How can you just act like everything’s fine.
FX: James, I…
NG: How can you act like none of this happened? Like it never happened. Why do you act like everything is all happy and grand, when it’s not? How can you act like you’ve never hurt me? Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Puppet, and Balloon Boy are leaving and we won’t see them again! They are going to spend the rest of their lives being unable to speak to each other or anyone!
FX: Jamie, please
NG: Don’t call me Jamie! It is either James, or Mr. Pell. Now, it’s already 5:20. You have to get back into place, or someone will see up here in the morning, and I could get fired.
I storm off. Why was I storming off? God, why am I acting like this? I’m not being fair to him. How can I treat him like this, when I won’t even help him with his eye. Why am I defending him? Why do I hate him? Why do I…I. I still can’t even say it. Stop it James, stop feeling this! You shouldn’t even be feeling this, he’s a robot.
FS: Hey man, you okay?
NG: I don’t know.
FS: I know this is probably not the best time, well, is anything anymore?
NG: Just say it.
FS: I tried checking on the kid, he wasn’t there.
NG: WHAT!
Oh goddamn it! How could I forget about the boy?
NG: I’ll check in the back again, you help everyone get in place.
I don’t think I can handle anything else tonight. I might very well lose it.
I move through the warehouse with surprising agility, given my age, weight, diet and exercise, or to clear, lack thereof. Some of the animatronics ask for me and I say to write a note and wait for me in the morning. I decided to check the back room, because I honestly couldn’t think of anything else to look at. Please be there, please be there, please be…Oh thank god. I found him…climbing on top of the Funtime Foxy rehash.
NG: Oh no, we do not climb the animatronics.
I take him off, but he keeps grabbing for it.
NG: Foxy is sleeping for now, lets not wake him.
I feel stupid, no child would believe something like that, no matter how accurate it may be. (Cluttering sound, booting-up sound) Oh shit!
NG: Oh shit!
I watch as the art deco Foxy slowly springs to life and flashes back and forth between inanimate and animate.
LB: Where…am…I…?