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Chapter 27
In The Memories

Marian sat there, in the same chair she had been sitting down ever since she was five, inside the place that had became a part of her childhood. She had her sketchbook in her hands.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria is supposed to be a fun and cheerful place where fantasy comes to life, both children and grownups alike. But Marian wasn't feeling happy anymore about the place. She had never been happy about the place ever since she was fifteen.

She is currently now twenty-five years old, still single and had a part time job. She had been at the pizzeria ever since she was five, which was twenty years ago. Even until now, she was amazed at how this pizzeria is still standing.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had been opened before 1980, and there is a huge gap between that time and this current one. She loved this place to her heart.

She also loved the animatronics.

Old Freddy Fazbear still got his black top hat and his microphone. His voice still hadn't changed over the past decades. It is still beautiful as ever. His clothing has changed, however; he is more stylish now than before. His brown suit is now larger to fit his build, and had glitters on them and his shoes are extremely shiny. But overall, he is still the same Freddy Fazbear.

Toy Freddy Fazbear is not much different. His black top hat and his microphone are still with him but his clothing had changed. His light brown suit is now shiner than a metal, and wore the same shoes as Old Freddy. His hair is now neater then before.

Goldie is still the same, now. But his clothing had changed the most. Instead of yellow suit like usually had, he now has an actual golden suit on him. It shines brightly under the sunlight and Goldie likes it.

The three bears, sometimes, didn't have a heart to sing. But Marian knew why.

Old Bonnie the Bunny had brought a new guitar. Her current guitar is much cooler than the one she had before. It is still red in color, since she likes her guitar red. Her clothing didn't change at all, but her hair grew a bit.

Toy Bonnie the Bunny also had brought a new guitar. It is different from Old Bonnie, it is red in color. Her blue hair is now as long as Old Bonnie, but she tied it into a thick braid. Everything else, she is still the same.

The two bunnies fight lesser now. But Marian knew why.

Old Chica the Chicken is still as motherly as ever. She still cares deeply about the children. Her usual yellow gown is now golden in color, brighter than before. She still had that apron of her, and still had that trick where she can pull out two frying pans out of nowhere. Her skills in cooking pizzas have become better than ever, and a lot more people love her cooking.

Toy Chica is still sexy as ever, but she wore a slightly baggy white tee-shirt instead of her usual white tank top, and wore pink sweatpants instead of the pink shorts. She is less expose now, but she is no less sexy. She still loves cooking and had bake cupcakes ever since.

Their cooking can be bad, sometimes. But Marian knew why.

Mangle is still hanging around the pizzeria. The bandages that usually wrapped around her limbs are now changed into something stronger and more comfortable. She is still in her white-pink dress, and her pink bowtie is still there around her neck.

She spends lesser time hanging around the ceiling. But Marian knew why.

Balloon Boy is still the same cheerful boy ever since he was created. He is still the balloon loving boy who loves to give away balloons to cheer someone up. Even his clothes never change until now. The only different about him now is that he has more capable on holding more balloons than before.

His smiles aren't as big as before, however. But Marian knew why.

Marionette has never change except for his clothing. He wears a baggy cloak and a pair of baggy pants. The sleeves of his cloak are baggy and covered his entire hands. His clothes are still black with white stripes on his sleeves and pants. He still has his present box as his bed. He still gives presents to everyone.

He gives lesser presents than ever before. But Marian knew why.

Margaret Fazbear, former manager of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, had passed away five years ago. The whole Fazbear gang and Marian were there, present at his funeral. The current owner of the pizzeria is Maxwell Fazbear, Margaret's grandson. He is still young but he had given so much stuff into the pizzeria. The Fazbear gang is thankful for him.

Not only that, Maxwell had successfully created not one Creation, but two. One of them is a golden male version of OB, and his Creation power is becoming one with the shadow. The other is also the same, just smaller in size and his Creation power is invisibility.

The former is named Springtrap while the latter is Plushtrap, and they are the newest members of the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. They have their own stage called the Horror Attraction. Their job is to tell stories to the children something spooky and scary since their theme is… well… spooky and scary.

Most adults don't like the pair since they thought he is replacing the… previous storyteller.

"I was created to replace no one, so does my partner," Springtrap stated when he was questioned. "We are just the new members to the family"

Springtrap and Plushtrap gained many attentions from the young children. While their appearance seemed scary and their theme is spooky and scary, Springtrap is a very kind Creation. He is gentle with children and cared them when injured. Even his fluent voice is gentle and calm.

Plushtrap is fun to hang around with. He was constantly in children's arms, because they love hugging him, and he loves being hugged. He rarely talks but he let actions speak his words.

But despite that, the adults don't really like them since their hearts still contained that special storyteller.

"We had never met him," Springtrap said while Plushtrap nodded on his shoulder. "I really want to meet him, especially my companion here. When we heard the amazing tales everyone said about him, and how defensive they are when it comes to him, we are regretting on not meeting him"

But despite that there is a new stage in the pizzeria the previous stage was still there, untouched.

The Pirate Cove is still present inside the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, in the memories of… the previous storyteller.

Marian's eyes glued to the iconic purple curtains, her heart wrenched tightly in her chest in agony. She stood up from her chair and slowly approached the closed curtains as she held tightly to her sketchbook.

When she arrived at the curtains she stopped, hesitating. Finally she took a deep breath, holding her sketchbook close to her chest, and stepped in through the crack between the curtains.

(A/N: Play the song Untitled #6 by Sigur Rós starting from here)

The Pirate Cove is a very strict place. Publics aren't able to go pass beyond the purple curtains; even the employees unable to pass through easily. They have to ask for permission from the animatronics themselves.

But the only person that can freely go into the Pirate Cove is none other than Marian herself.

When she stepped inside, she was greeted by a gloomy sight. There is no more wooden pirate ship, no more cutout sea from cardboards, no more treasure chest that made entirely out of woods, no more happiness. There is no light in the Pirate Cove. The only light source was from the crack between the curtains. It was completely empty.

Well, nearly completely empty.

On the far back of the Pirate Cove, there are three drawings plastered on the wall. All of the drawings contained him in them, along with a girl with brown hair and brown eyes. They're not just any drawings.

They are Marian's.

All three of her drawings of him are there plastered neatly on the wall, from the first one she had ever given to him, to the last one she had given to him ten years ago.

Painful memories ran through Marian's mind as she gazed at her drawings. She remembered the first drawing she gave to him. She drew with crayons, that time, since she was five. It was the first time she had ever met him, but she was instantly attracted to him.

The next drawing on the wall was the one she gave to him three years later when her drawing skill improved. It's in pencil and so much better than the previous one. She fully remembered the reward she received when she gave him the drawing.

An affectionate kiss on the forehead.

It was the first kiss he had ever given to her, and the kiss warmed comfortably on her forehead for at least three weeks.

And it was at that time, she realized why her mother really loved him.

The last one was even better than the previous two. It was drawn with colored pen and it was very colorful, very pleasing to the eyes. She gave it to him seven years later and he was immensely impressed, causing her to blush.

The drawings were plastered by him himself. And he told everyone to never, ever, take them off. To honor his words, they kept the drawings on the wall. They brushed away the collecting dust and re-plastered them back onto the wall when they pealed off.

With heavy and painful heart, she slowly trailed her brown eyes to the middle of the Pirate Cove and held her sketchbook closer to her chest. He is gone.

…but his body stayed behind.

And there hesat, in his red blood armchair, his arms placed on the arms of the chair and his head leaned to the side a bit, like a deceased king sitting in his long forgotten throne.

Ten years ago, he along with the Fazbear gang had mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Even Margaret Fazbear was confused that time. He had to close down the pizzeria with heavy heart.

They reappeared back about a month later, all dirty and disheveled. But what made everyone heartbroken was what they carried.

The mechanics tried to reactivate him back to life, but the animatronics said that it's no use. They don't have the heart to scrap him, so they decided to keep his body in the memory of him.

When Marian, at fifteen years old and had recently lost her mother, found out that he had died, she screamed at the top of her lungs that they lied, that he is still alive, crying the whole time and refused any comfort she received.

Marian gazed at the sign that placed above the armchair, above him.

In The Memories Of
Foxy The Pirate Fox
19XX-20XX

Every year, the Pirate Cove opened to public on his birthday. It was a coincidence that it is also the same day he left the world. The pizzeria does this in the memories of him, to remember him.

Although the proof of him no longer alive is placed right in front of him, Marian didn't believe it a single bit. Deep down in her heart, she believed that he's just sleeping; in a coma. He needs something to wake him up.

And Marian had one idea in mind.

She held her sketchbook even tighter to her chest. Containing inside the sketchbook was only one drawing; a very special one. She had been working for this one special drawing for ten years. Ten years. That's a very long time.

But it's for a special occasion, and hopefully, hopefully, it'll work.

Marian took a few deep shaky breaths, holding the sketchbook impossibly closer to her chest. With a shaky smile, she went to his side.

"H-hey… Uncle Foxy," she slowly started with trembling voice. "It's… I-it's been a while… since I talked to you"

'Ten years, actually,' she thought sadly. She tried to make the one-sided conversation as casual as possible, but the feelings inside her made her stammered and made her sentences cutting off.

"L-look, I made another drawing… of you, and… and… and me," she shakily flipped open her sketchbook, stumbling with her grip because her hands were trembling horribly. "Here…" she held out the drawing near to his face, hoping that he would turn his face toward it.

The drawing was incredible. The coloring was very realistic and the details were wordlessly amazing. Every single detail could be seen; every single strand of hair could be count. It is probably her best drawing she had ever drawn.

"It took me ten years to finish this, Uncle Foxy," she said, her sketchbook kept trembling. "What do you think about it?" she inquired from him, smiling shakily.

…

"What do you think of it, Uncle Foxy?" she questioned one more time, her smile dropped a bit.

Silence.

"Please say something," Marian whispered, tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

Silence is all she received.

"Uncle Foxy, please just say something, please. Just one word, a sigh, anything," Marian began to plead as tears now ran down her face as her hands trembled even worse.

Still silence.

The smile on her face instantly disappeared and the sketchbook dropped onto the ground.

"Uncle Foxy, please, just please, for the love of God, say something to me. A groan, a whisper, a cuss I don't care. Just. Say. Something," Marian begged, clutching onto his furry shoulder as the dam burst open.

"Please, Uncle Foxy, I beg you, say something or do anything to show that you're with me now," she shook him by his shoulder in desperation.

"SAY SOMETHING PLEASE!"

But no matter how many times she begged him, he didn't respond. He was just… motionless… unmoved… lifeless. She dropped to her knees as tears endlessly ran down her face, sobbing into his furry forearm.

It was around half an hour later when her tears had finally subdued. Marian slowly stood up and wiped away the tears from her bloodshed eyes. She looked back at him.

He was still unmoved. Marian closed her eyes, keeping another wave of tears at bay. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She looked back at him for one final time, before slowly, with so much reluctance she turned around and walked out from the Pirate Cove.

… alone…

…isolated…

…in the darkness…

…unseen by everyone…

…

An only gloved hand picked up the dropped sketchbook.

The End

That's the end!

A huge thank you to everyone who had made it to this. A bigger thank you to those who had submitted their OCs, even to those who were too late. Sorry about that

This fanfic had gone into a very weird tangent ever since I upload it. It didn't go according to plan but at least it's finished, thankfully. I have to admit, this is probably my least likeable story I had ever written.

But what happen next? That, my dear readers, is left to your own pure imagination. You could continue this story if you want to! Just ask me first

But I am not finish with FNAF fanfic just yet!

Beside Reunite, I have one FNAF fanfic in which I am excited to publish! It's not done yet and still far away from finish but I am hoping it'll be soon!

Until then.

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