The day started out good. Sun shining, birds singing, the breeze waving the grass and the tree leaves… Everything was calm, everywhere, on any part of that small city, except for the ruinous restaurant situated there, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

The inside was as desolated as always. The floor was covered with dust, many things were broken, the ceiling was falling apart, but all that was nothing compared to the animatronics that once gave fame to this 'now-so-feared' place: Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy. They were in a very, very bad state already, now after several years they were even more.

Freddy's arms had large gashes on the space between shoulder and elbow. He also had some markings and slightly notable dents on his body and legs.

Chica's bright yellow color had turned a very dark shade. The words on her bib were blurry, like if they were paint and someone threw water on them. She had lost the little feathers on her head and some fur around the hands and legs.

Bonnie had scrapes all around his body. His left hand was all exposed, and his right eye didn't function anymore. He was half-blind. His red bowtie had turned grey on the center and was partially tattered.

But Foxy had the worst condition of them all. His huge gash in his chest had turned bigger, the fur on one of his ears had come off completely, there were even more scrapes all around his body. And his exposed legs didn't let him run now, they were rusty, overused, they creaked and squeaked in contact with the ground like if they were old, metallic pegs.

Ever since Freddy Fazbear's Pizza closed, the animatronics were set on free-roam mode at day again and the manager and all the staff members left, locked the restaurant, and abandoned them. They let them 'live' on their own, take their own decisions, but not for fun or for need, for survival.

Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were backstage, submerged on their own thoughts, not talking, not looking at each other. Not that they wanted to anyways. They had lost everything they had, and they also lost their dignity. It's been three years since the pizzeria closed, three years since not a single word had come out of the animatronics. Maybe they lost their voice even, their reasons to talk, to be happy.

All three of them were looking down, at the floor, at the tables, at the now empty shelves that were before filled with replacements. The joyful colors on their eyes faded away and left their isolated expressions filled with sadness and broken hopes.

"Guys…" Chica spoke in a low tone, weakly, after years being hauntingly quiet. Freddy and Bonnie slowly looked up at her, their eyes showed empty feelings. "When… was the last time we talked to each other?"

Chica's sudden question briefly awakened that shine on Freddy's blue eyes. Deep inside, all of them were waiting for a moment to let out that question, but those sad days back then weren't the best.

"I don't know. I lost track of time anyways." Freddy answered sadly, almost whispering, he almost forgot how to talk. Bonnie stayed in silence, thinking, wondering where that question came out from at that moment.

"It's not like we have reasons to care about that, don't you think?" he finally said lowly, his voice slightly cracking. Bonnie lost his knowledge of talking too. Chica gave him a saddened expression, trying not to stare at the rabbit's discolored pupil, and looked back at the floor, closing her eyes. Freddy and Bonnie did the same, not caring about anything. They were forced to stay on that dark room, probably forever. They weren't able to walk anymore; they had been so many years without moving that their limbs didn't respond. It was their choice, however, to stay like that.

And of course, things neither went well for Foxy. He still walked around unlike the others, but he wasn't about to speak, not matter if he had to or not. When the restaurant closed, he made a promise to himself: do not talk anymore, ever, no matter what happens. And he kept it. Foxy was crying deep inside, the other three sharing this emotion, but none of them showed it.

Six months later, something then happened. The door, locked for so long so the animatronics wouldn't try to escape, opened. Foxy noticed this, his snout peeking out the curtains with curiosity, something he was waiting for so long to feel again. The other three didn't know this. They were slowly aging in the gloomy backstage, with the door closed, with no light.

A man entered the desolated building, the white light of a flashlight illuminated the walls for once in a very long time. The person who entered had a flowing auburn hair, glowing eyes full of hope that always shined, a radiant smile on his lips. He wore an old green sweater and long jeans, black untied shoelaces fell over brown boots.

Not a soul was there to greet the first human being that entered the restaurant in so long. A welcoming sight was not present, just a dim and broken room met those highlighting blue eyes. The man sighed, smiled again. There was something special on him. If he could enter, that meant he worked there. He was no other than the founder.

After realizing this new presence, the crimson snout peeking out of the star-patterned curtains immediately went back inside. Foxy was screaming inside, his legs telling him to get out of his lone stage and hug the man. But he couldn't. He was not up to greet him. Not on his state. Not ever.

The man, Leigh, took the first steps inside. His head looked around, his smile slowly disappeared. It was a horrible view, that sight of his beloved restaurant being so glum. He stepped on a fallen wooden stick that broke in half, breaking the silence backstage, making Freddy's ears twitch in a circular movement. His eyes flew open.

"Did… Did you hear that?" he asked, excitedly, looking around. Bonnie looked up, refusal.

"Hear what?" he asked back, a monotone sound on the voice which had been flowing with a party mood long ago.

"I heard something breaking. And steps." Freddy hurriedly answered, eyes widening, ears listening carefully.

"Freddy, we know how you feel, but there's no one out there. It might be Foxy." Chica said, not opening her eyes, monotone voice on her too. Freddy's sudden enthusiasm broke at his partners' words. He sighed, eyes closed. Looked at them sorrowfully.

"I guess you're right." He recognized, fighting against those words but losing irremediably.

In the dining room, Leigh's steps made no alerting sound. Everything was silent, it gave the man some goose bumps. "Hello?" he yelled nervously, stuttering, trembling. He knew the animatronics were still around him, somewhere. Now Freddy was sure of what he heard.

"There's someone here." He said firmly, looking at the closed door.

"Freddy, what are you talking about?" Chica asked, again with that monotone voice. With lots of creaks, lots of efforts, Freddy stood up, wincing. He couldn't remember the last time he was on two feet. With troublesome steps, he moved to the door, secure of himself, fighting against that inner pain his old, rusty limbs gave him carelessly.

"Where are you going?" Bonnie stated more than asked, left eye widening, right eye opening as much as it could.

"Out." Freddy stated, slowly moving his arm towards the door. Carefully, he pulled the knob down. The door squeaked as it opened after being closed for years. Bonnie and Chica admired Freddy's sudden action, and decided to follow him after nodding at each other. With winces, they roughly stood up and walked towards the door.

Leigh noticed those sounds. He looked behind, eyes shining with happiness. He knew they were there. His lips formed a bright smile when his gaze met Freddy's. He ran towards his animatronic friend, stopped after seeing his state.

"Leigh? Is that really… you?" Freddy asked surprised, making Leigh smile even more. He recognized him. They recognized each other. After years without seeing a person, all three animatronic knew who Leigh was.

"Of course it's me, who else could it be?" Leigh replied with a voice full of joy.