Darlene’s POV:
I put the suit on and sat down at the desk. I took a deep breath, the truth of my friends still lingering in my mind. I checked the cams, and I noticed the weird… Toy Foxy thing…was already out.
*ring, ring, ring*
“Hello,” I said after picking up the phone.
“Hello hello! See? I told you you wouldn’t have any problems! Did…uh…did Foxy ever appear in the hallway? Probably not. I was just curious.”
I thought back to last night, when Foxy jumped me and then just up and left. I remembered that when he talked before he left, his voice sounded different. To me, it sounded kind of like…Evan’s…
…No…It can’t be possible that… As he talked about that Toy Foxy thing, which is now called “The Mangle,” I try to convince myself that the spirits of my friends are not in those suits.
“Oh, hey, before I go, uh, I wanted to ease your mind about any rumors you might have heard lately. You know how these local stories come and go and seldom mean anything. I can personally assure you that, whatever is going on out there, and however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment. It's just all rumor and speculation... People trying to make a buck. You know... Uh, our guard during the day has reported nothing unusual. And he's on watch from opening til close. Okay, well anyway, hang in there and I'll talk to you tomorrow.”
That sparked my intrest. Did something happen…? Did…the killer strike again…?! I then look at the cameras, and I suddenly hear radio static.
“Oh come on. The stupid thing never works anymore!” I hear a female voice above me say. I look up to see Mangle, and I throw the mask on before she turned to look at me. “That’s odd,” she said, letting go of the ceiling and landing on the floor on the other side of the desk, “I thought for sure I saw the night guard here.”
She looked at me suspiciously. Trying to stay calm, I said, “You must be mistaken. I’m the only one here. I’m Annabelle. Have the others told you about me?”
She just stared at me, her eyes wide, though her mouth was still in a suspicious frown. When she spoke, her voice sounded child-like. “You sound a lot like a woman I’ve met in my past life…”
“Past…life?!” I said in shock.
“Yes. I’m Maxine. My soul was transferred to Toy Foxy when I was killed.”
…That must mean it’s true…
“Well, I’m gonna leave now, but know that I’ve got my eye on you…” Mangle said, her voice back to normal.
“Okay, Foxy T,” I said, waving. She stopped in her tracks.
“No one’s ever called me that since the toddlers started taking me apart…” I heard her mumble, “Thank you…”
I did a curtsey and told her, “You’re welcome, Foxy T. No one should have to go through what you have. She turned back to me and smiled hesitantly. She then left.
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. Then I noticed one of the paper plates from Party Room 4 was in the Office. I walked over to it, took it off the wall, walked over to the room with the other 2 paper plates, and hung it back up. I then turned around to see Chica! I yelped in surprise.
“Annabelle! Good to see you!” Chica said, trying to wrap her arms around me. Then she got gave me a confused expression. “Gee…Your endoskeleton is larger than usual…That’s odd…”
One of my eyebrows twitched. I know she didn’t mean to, but I’m pretty sure she just called me fat. She then walked behind me and began pushing me to walk.
“C’mon, Anna, let’s go find Darlene!”
“Oh, um…” was all I could let out as Chica continued to push me through the hallway. After a minute or two, I was able to turn to Chica and say, “Well, you’re not gonna find her when you’re acting like this…”
“Really?” the chicken asked.
“Yep. She could be hiding somewhere. You gotta look and listen for anything suspicious.”
“Well, well, well. You don’t see this everyday…” a voice said to us, “A newbie coaching an oldie.” We turned to the voice to see a face-less Bonnie.
“At least she gave me good advice, James,” Chica said to the purple bunny. Then she turned to me and said before she left, “I’m gonna look for Darlene! See ya, Anna!
“See ya, Chica,” I said back, and then I turned to Bonnie. “Um…why did Chica call you James?”
He stammered a bit, and then he said, “N-none of your business…”
“Oh. Sorry. I just had an old friend named James, that’s all. Oops!” I covered my mouth once I realized what I just said. Bonnie then glared at me suspiciously, and I began to back away from him. I suddenly reached a wall, and I just watched as Bonnie walked ominously closer to me, too frightened to try and get away.
His right hand was inches away from the mask when…
*Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong*
It was 6 am! I mentally sighed in relief as Bonnie backed up a bit.
“You got lucky…” he said as he turned and headed back for the parts and service room. I took the Annabelle suit off and ran out the door…accidentally bumping into someone in the process.
“Oof! Sorry!” I said as I got back up and helped him up.
“Sheesh, what’s the rush?” the man asked me.
“Sorry. I just had a close night,” I explained, “Ja- I-I mean Bonnie almost got me.” The man gave me an eyebrow. “I almost called Bonnie James, one of my childhood friends. Heh heh…”
“Oh. How are your childhood friends?” he asked me.
I looked away, frowning as the memory came back. He got the memo and patted me on the back comfortly. “I’m sorry…” he told me.
“It’s fine. I’m over it. It happened 12 years ago anyway…” I said.
“12 years ago… Hmm…” He pondered for a bit, and then he said, “You better head home, now; you wanna make sure you’re ready for tonight.”
“Right. Bye!” I said, looking back at him as I ran back home. I saw him smile weirdly at me as he walked into the pizzeria. I then slowed down, as I suddenly got a headache, and I remembered something else from that event…
“What’s the matter, Darlene? Why are you running away? I only want to make you my eternal friend…”
That voice…That voice that I heard from Golden Freddy… It’s so familiar…Who did I hear it from? It’s been so long…I can’t remember…
-w/ the old animatronics-
Normal POV:
“Well, Bonnie? Chica?” Freddy asked them, “What’d you find out?”
“It’s her,” Bonnie said, “Chica accidentally called me James, and Annabelle reacted by saying she had an ‘old friend’ named James.”
“Okay… I’ll have to go after her myself then…” Freddy said to himself. Just then, a door in the room opened, and a figure in the dark asked, “Can I come out now?”
“Not yet, Trevor,” Foxy responded. A disappointed grunt was heard, and the door closed. “H-hey! You can always talk to us. You just can’t be seen in the room.”
No response… Foxy sighed disappointedly. Just then, the door leading to the main hallway opened, and the 4 withered animatronics played dead. The man that Darlene bumped into earlier came into the room.
“So, James, I heard you almost had your friend last night,” he said smirking, “I’m surprised you guys are still able to move… I just wanted to let you know to keep it up, and Darlene will reunite with you…” As he left the room, he mumbled to himself, “And Darlene will be my friend as well… like you…and the other 5 I met yesterday…”
