Fandom... FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fandom... FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!

Coming into a fandom late

I honestly hope he does.

Would anyone believe me that they’re all voiced by the same voice actor?

I made this in animation class!

The Pizzaplex's museum gets a strike of luck in a new attraction- the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizza animatronics, opening for the weekend! Surely this will lead to nothing bad, especially when a certain night guard brings her new ward in for work Friday night to see his papa bear.

Something Old, Something New

The aftermath of… everything… took forever to clear up, if you asked Gregory. Going to the hospital, having to explain to police about the actual child murderer living inside the pizzaplex, getting adopted—it was a tiring two weeks.

But so worth it. Vanny was found and arrested, the virus that had taken over the animatronics was removed, and the pizzaplex took advantage of being closed for the investigation to get some much-needed renovations done. By the time both he and Vanessa were released from the hospital, it was ready to open again, and therefore, ready to welcome its night guard back into its shiny new halls.

There was some event going on that weekend to celebrate, and it was stirring up as much chatter as the investigation had, but Gregory couldn’t have cared less. He missed Freddy, gosh dang it. Could anyone really blame him?

One night might not seem like long enough to become deeply emotionally attached to someone, but considering he’d also gotten an actual legal guardian out of that same night, Gregory figured it was the trauma. Really brought unlikely people together, y’know?

And it seemed he wasn’t the only one to have gotten attached. When he raced ahead of Vanessa and burst through the front doors of the pizzaplex, Freddy was already there, pacing with his head down. He turned to Gregory the moment he stepped inside, and they met in the middle, Freddy falling to his knees to better hug Gregory.

Arms flung over Freddy’s shoulders, Gregory buried his beaming smile against Freddy’s neck. “I missed you,” he whispered.

“And I missed you,” Freddy replied softly, one hand resting on the back of Gregory’s head.

He heard Vanessa come in behind him, but he had no interest in moving, so he just listened as she and Freddy greeted each other. He gasped in surprise when Freddy suddenly stood, taking Gregory with him, but he settled into the secure hold the animatronic had on him with ease. Vanessa was great and all, and he couldn’t thank her enough for taking him in, but this—this felt like coming home.

The next hour passed in a blur of proper introductions, explanations from each side to try and piece together the whole picture of what exactly happened on the night Gregory broke in, and hugs. Lots of them.

Only under duress would he admit to likening it to paradise.

(Gregory wasn’t stupid. He knew what “touch starved” meant. He knew he, as a previously homeless orphan, was practically the poster child for it.)

He only left Freddy’s side when nature called.

“You remember where the bathroom is?” Vanessa asked, passing him her flashlight. The pizzaplex’s night cycle might not make the building completely dark, but he genuinely appreciated it. Flashlights worked wonders at chasing away looming shadows.

“Think so,” he said, bouncing off, in too good of a mood to mind needing to wander a bit, if it came down to it. “I’ll be right back!”

When he wasn’t running for his life, being in the pizzaplex after closing was actually pretty cool. The quiet hallways might freak some people out, but living on the streets had desensitized him to unnatural silences. It was like a whole different world after dark, and he was one of the few lucky enough to be part of it.

Gregory was still smiling to himself when he stumbled upon it—a new exhibit in one of the museum-style sections. The special event, he guessed, based on the signs and balloons surrounding the miniature stage tucked against the wall. He paused, flashlight flickering over the attraction.

According to one of the informational signs, the four deactivated animatronics standing before him were considered the originals. These exact Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy models were all that remained of the pizzeria location that really kickstarted the whole animatronic band concept. It put Fazbear Entertainment on the map.

They were smaller than the Glamrocks, these animatronics. About the size of an adult human. Covered in dirty fur, too, instead of the sleek metal and plastic Gregory was used to. Overall, very dull looking, with minimal accessories or anything. But then, they were the foundation for the bots he knew today, so he supposed they deserved a pass. It wasn’t their fault their creators didn’t make them cool-looking.

It was weird, though, to see these old versions of Freddy and Chica. How different they were, even at the most basic level, being dark brown and drab yellow respectively instead of the bright orange-brown and white of his friends.

Shaking his head, Gregory continued on his way to the bathroom, leaving the past behind him.

Had he lingered, or glanced over his shoulder as he went, he would have seen a pair of glowing eyes flickering to life and a head turning to follow his footsteps.

(So much for being deactivated.)

• • •

Gregory had just finished drying his hands when he heard the door creak open on the other side of the wall in the middle of the room.

He wasn’t sure exactly what tipped him off, but goosebumps immediately rose along his arms. The Glamrocks weren’t very quiet, and he hadn’t heard any of them approaching. And he couldn’t imagine why Vanessa would come in here.

He especially couldn’t imagine why any of them would come looking for him without calling out.

Heart racing, he wondered if he should say hello, ask who it was, just—something. But the thought of alerting whoever—whatever—it was to his presence… it made him afraid in a way he hadn’t been even with the infected Glamrocks on his tail.

There was the sound of shuffling, and the quiet click of the door closing behind the newcomer. Silent as a mouse, Gregory crept across the tiles and slipped into the end stall. He locked the door behind him and sat on the seat, knees tucked up to his chest.

A moment later, the bathroom lights shut off. He tightly clutched his flashlight but didn’t dare use it yet.

He listened, trembling, as the movement got closer. It had a fabric quality to it, but there was weight in each dragging footstep. He didn’t recognize the sound of this intruder. The daycare attendants were light-footed, the Glamrocks rattled and clanked, and Vanessa was only human.

Staring down at the gap between the stall door and the floor, Gregory watched, paralyzed, as the faint shadow of something lumbered into view, little more than a silhouette in a room lit only by the emergency exit signs. It came to a stop just outside the row of stalls.

Gregory’s eyes slowly trailed up. Visible through the crack, angled to zero in on him, was a glowing eye with a blue iris.

It wasn’t the right height for Freddy. For his Freddy.

He flicked the flashlight on, pointed at the door. Brown fur surrounded the eye, deep shadows casting the socket into darkness. The head tilted slightly, watching him.

A large brown hand raised to curl over the top of the door, metal shrieking as it was twisted apart.

I-I thought it was animated...