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// The Show Must Go On 
// Story: The Sixth Child 
// by LibraryNexus 
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January 31, 1988
A young man entered Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria carrying a newspaper. Passing the ‘Grand Reopening’ sign, he made his way into the dining area. Upon entering the room, he caught the tail end of a prerecorded speech playing over an intercom, while a group of people stood in front of a closed set of curtains.
“-and make sure to your way over to Pirate’s Cove at 4:00 to join the Great Captain Foxy on a grand high-seas adventure. And now for the bear of the hour, Freddy Fazbear!” The curtain pulled back to reveal a familiar brown bear which began moving as soon as the spotlight shone upon it.
“Hello everyone!” Freddy said, waving a hand. “Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria! I am your host, Freddy Fazbear. And I brought some friends with me. Say hello to Bonnie the Rabbit and-” The bear seemed to notice that the space to his left was empty before turning to the right. “Bonnie, where’s Chica?”
“I think she went to the kitchen, Freddy,” the rabbit said.
There was a thumping noise and the missing animatronic came onstage. “Sorry I’m late,” she said. “I was-”
“Chica,” interrupted Freddy. “We all know how much you like pizza, but you can save some for later. We have a show to do.”
“We do?” Chica asked. She then seemed to see the rest of the room. “Oops! My bad.”
“And late to the party is Chica the Chicken!” Freddy said, turning around to face the patrons. “We hope that all of you will have a great time at Freddy’s today. We are going to be preforming for you all day-”
“YAH-HAR-HAR-HAR!”
The bear was interrupted as the purple curtains set to the left of the stage opened revealing a fox dressed as a pirate. “Did ye ferget about the great Cap’an Foxy?” he cried, waving his hook.
“I tried!” Chica shot back, causing a laugh among the audience.
“As I was saying,” Freddy continued, ignoring Foxy’s cry of indignation, “we will be preforming for you all day, while our friend Foxy the Pirate will be taking center stage at Pirate’s Cove at 4:00, so be sure to head over there for an adventure on the high seas. And we all hope you enjoy your stay at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.”
With that, the three animatronics began miming playing their instruments, and the man began to make his way over to the office. However, he thought he heard something, like Bonnie asking about butter fries?
The man shook his head and knocked at the open door. “Mr. Miller?” he asked when the man looked up. “I’m here about the night job.”
The manager stood up and indicated the other chair in the office. “Ah, you must be Wilford,” he said. “Come on in, my boy, and please have a seat.”



Chica wandered the halls, familiarizing herself with her new ho-surroundings. To be honest, neither pizzeria had felt like a home to her. A pang of deep sadness went through her along with a sensation of helplessness and where’s mommy and help me bro-
“Goshdarnit!!!” a familiar voice cried, startling her out of her thoughts. Chica came around the corner to an increasingly familiar sight. When they arrived in this new location, Foxy had discovered he could manipulate the old arcade machines in the pizzeria to turn them on and play the games. He was now currently in front of one of them, pounding on the controls while a giggling Fluttershy perched on his head.
“What are you doing, Foxy?” Chica asked.
“I be trying to beat this game!” Foxy said. “But I keep mistiming me jumps!”
Chica looked at the machine he was at. “The Magic Rainbow?” she asked. “Are you still trying to beat it?”
“I’ll be getting it someday!”
“Foxy, you’ve been trying to beat it for the past two nights! Why don’t you try something else?”
“Cause the Lil’ Matey always wants me to play this or Fox Fighters and I have beaten that one twice already.”
Chica giggled along with Fluttershy. “I think you’re overreacting, Foxy,” she said as the pirate restarted the game. “Let me try once.”
“Are ye sure, Lass?” Foxy asked. “This game be very difficult.”
“Come on,” Chica said as she stepped in front of the screen. “How hard can this be?”

One Minute and Fifty-Five Seconds Later…

Foxy and Fluttershy watched as Chica’s character died for the third time, ending her session. Each time the chicken had played, she had died to one of the numerous dangers present on the first level.
Now she was staring at the screen, slack jawed. “Lass?” Foxy asked. “Are ye alright?”
Chica turned to the pirate. “Start it again,” she said.
“Lass?” Foxy started.
“I’m not letting that rainbow get the last laugh!” Chica almost shouted.
Foxy gulped. “As ye wish,” he said, restarting the machine.
“Hey guys,” Bonnie said, walking into the room.
“There you are,” Freddy said, coming from the room from the other hallway. “Where have you been?”
“Walking around. Hey, did you know that they hired a night guard?”
“Really?”
“Figures,” Foxy muttered. “Guess that they couldn’t find a reason to use an endoskeleton instead of a human.”
“Well, he wasn’t very good,” Bonnie said. “He fainted when I walked in.”
“Bonnie,” Freddy began. “What did you do?”
“Well…”



February 1, 1988
Dave Miller sighed as Wilford ran off, not even bothering to clean the mustache drawn on his face with pink marker. Picking up the telephone, he dialed a number he had memorized a long time ago.
“Hey, Fritz,” he said when the person on the other end picked up. “I need you to come in tonight. The night guard just quit.” A beat. “Yes, we will pay you for overtime. No worries, great! I’ll see you tonight.”
Hanging up the phone, he began dialing the number for the local newspaper. “I should make them stay for a week or something,” he murmured as it began to ring. He then thought on that. “That’s not a bad idea, actually,” he said.