[[To my dear fans, particularly the Five Nights at Freddy's crowd:

Please bear in mind while reading this that it is meant as a follow up to Dante's Night at Freddy's first and a parody of Five Nights at Freddy's 2 second. A lot of the jokes have more to do with the first fic than the second game, though those are present too. Also keep in mind much of this was written before every plot detail and Easter egg in Freddy's 2 was discovered, and I liked the product I was already working towards.

And yes, I am aware of the twist at the end of Freddy's 2.

Please bear with me on this one, I don't think chapters are going to come as quick as they did the first time.]]

Dante's Night at Freddy's 2:

Animatronic Boogaloo

It began with whiskey and pancakes.

It was a decidedly un-spectacular night in a small dive-bar a few miles outside the tiny town of Entia. At around 8 PM on a Wednesday night, the bar was most notably frequented by a pair of increasingly intoxicated demon hunters and a little old girl.

"I tell ya Big Red- hic-, you just can't keep business going around these parts anymore." The slimmer, pale skinned and white haired one remarked, downing another shot of Jack Daniels. "Use' ta be I couldn't get rid of em'. Now I can't even turn a profit."

"You should talk to the Bureau again," his friend, a gigantic beast with red skin replied. "I'll bet they'd take you back, put you on their payroll… You left when you were -hic- what, sixteen or something?"

"Daddy, what's the Bureau?" The white haired man's daughter asked.

"They're the people who legally do what Daddy used to do every day," he said with another hiccup. "We hung out in the 80's. That's where me and HB here first met… Couldn't even believe it when they told me you resigned!"

"I resigned years ago, Dante. I told you that during that whole stupid 'Filipino Sun God' ordeal back in 03. I wasn't even associated at the time, we all just happened to cross paths.

"This adventure is decidedly less grand," Dante said, glazing over. "I outta do a tell all book about that onea these days. Screwing around with you guys, fighting my brother, Mundus and his bastard son… Whatever the hell I was doing at that stupid restaurant. I can hardly even remember."

"Sound too long for one story," his friend replied. "Maybe you do a series?"

"No way man. I hate sequels. No sequels for me. None of em'," Dante slurred. "You make sequels they start putting em' in the wrong order. Then they start doing stupid subtitles and then they do loosely understood, poorly made reboots that totally miss the point!"

"And what-hic- comes after that?"

"Dorks on the internet trying desperately to reclaim your awesomeness, I don't know… Enough about my crap, what have you been up to?" he asked, taking another drink and watching his daughter and friend eat the pancakes that had just been brought to them.

"Beat the crap out of some Titans while I was hangin' out in Greece a while back. Chronos kept going on about some curse he would place on me, lots of shouting, the usual stuff-"

As his daughter dug into another few bites of pancake, there was a loud, jingling sound. She quickly reached into her pocket and produced a cell phone.

"She's like, ten!" His friend objected. "Why'd you get her a cell phone?"

"She can't do anything with it," Dante replied. "Only me and Luce' can call it… Speaking of which… Crap."

"Hi Mom… I'm with Dad and HB, we're out at Lil' Jimmy's Bar and Diner… He told you that? Um… Hang on," she put a hand over the phone, "It's Mom, she wants to talk to you."

Dante sighed and accepted the phone from his daughter, raising it to his ear. "Hi honey."

"You brought our daughter to that sleazy bar?!"

"Going out and drinking is HB's favorite pastime! I can't exactly invite him over to play checkers, Arthur's scared to death of him!"

"Evie told me you were taking her out to that talking pony movie!"

"Do we have the same kid? Evie hates magical talking ponies as much as I do! She takes after her grandma like that."

"Will you just bring her home? You and your friend can stay out and drink all night, but I want my daughter home. Now!"

"Alright, alright," Dante sighed. "I'll get her home… We'll do something more 'wholesome' together tomorrow. I love you." He paused, as if waiting for something before he hung up the phone. "Sorry HB, I gotta get Evie home before Lucia decides to kill me over it."

"Happens," his friend said. "But you're way too drunk to get her home. You got two cars at home?"

"One car and a bike," Dante replied.

"Alright. Let me call you a cab."

So after a few minutes wait, a few more bites of pancake and another shot of whiskey, Dante and Evie were coaxed into the car, Dante promising his friend he would be back, if not that night, than for another one like it soon.

With his goodbyes said, he turned to look at the driver, who did not turn around as he began to drive. Dante, in his pleasant, drunken buzz, figured HB had already told him where to go.

"You two feel free to take a few of those mints back there," the cab driver said as he drove out into the darkness.

With a shrug, Dante and Evie both grabbed and began sucking on the mints he had offered. And strangely enough, a haze began to come over both of them. The size of the cab began to distort and shake as they both leaned farther and farther back into their seats, slipping to unconsciousness as a devilish grin came across the cab driver's face.

…

Dante awoke with a hungover, a few hours later to the sound of a ringing telephone. Without even getting his bearings on his location, he fumbled around and managed to answer it with a, "Mmm… Hello?"
"Well if you're hearing this, I guess everything went exactly as planned," a snide voice on the other side said.

Dante sat up and rubbed his eyes, finding himself sitting at a desk in a tiny room covered in black and white checkered flooring with monitors along the walls, two air vents on either side of him, and a hall, leading outwards into darkness.

"What's going on here?" He yawned, looking to his right and noticing Evie fast asleep on the floor next to him."

"Don't pretend like you don't know what this is about Son of Sparda."

"Why does everyone call me that? I have a name you know," he remarked, annoyed.

"And don't bother trying to quip. This is a pre-recorded message."

"Something about this seems awfully familia- Oh damn it no!" He shouted, noticing a large poster reading "CELEBRATE" and depicting three animals, a rabbit, a chicken and a bear, smiling gleefully at him. "Of all things, not this crap again!"

"We've been plotting our revenge for the last year, Son of Sparda. Since you wrecked the old animatronics, we've been on the brink of financial collapse. But through a… Let's call it, deal with the devil-"

"Ha ha ha," Dante retorted.

"We found the funds for our grand reopening! The only logical step left, we figured, was to make sure what happened before doesn't happen again."

"So you roofied me and my kid?! That's pretty damn messed up, even by, 'kill them by stuffing them in costumes' standards!"

"You and your progeny are trapped within the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! Trapped in this pit, filled with our spawn ready and able to slaughter you! There is no escape now, Son of Sparda, vengeance shall be ours! First we will finish you, then our work will resume, better than ever!" Dante glared at the phone as the gloating villain on the line let out a burst of maniacal laughter, continuing to go on about revenge and murder, until he could faintly hear the beat of 'Pop Goes the Weasel' playing in the background.

"Ah shit. Sorry, hang on. I'll be back to the vaunting in a sec. There's this stupid thing- I dunno, some weird puppet or something, it's next to the arcade. You need to like, load this music box to keep it sitting still or something. I'm not on the night shift, I just hire those stupid suckers... Well that's odd… He doesn't appear to be-"

From the other end there came a monstrous, mechanical roar, followed by several screams of horror before the opposite phone line went dead and Dante hung up.

He looked then to the table before him, a flashlight and a tablet with the time marked 12:05 sitting before him, depicting a counter with a number of stuffed animal prizes and a large present box, a separate icon on the screen reading, "Wind up music box" and a depleting timer next to it. Pressing his finger to the box, Dante heard the music box wind and begin to play "My grandfather's clock" before it appeared to be at full capacity. He then turned to Evie, as she slowly awoke and yawned.

"Daddy? Daddy where are we?" She asked.

"You can go back to sleep kiddo," he replied. "Hopefully we're both just having a bad pancake and whiskey dream."

"But I didn't drink any," Evie said.

"Yeah, fair point," Dante said, pressing another button on the tablet and getting a good look at the three simultaneously less and more abominable creatures things now sitting on the standing upon it. "Me and some old enemies are about to have round two… What do you think guys? Are you ready?"