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// Five More Nights 
// Story: The Sixth Child 
// by LibraryNexus 
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“What’s up with this guy?” Freddy asked as he and Bonnie watched the new night guard.
“Aside from a strange fascination with fire, he apparently really likes Fluttershy,” Bonnie said, holstering the fire extinguisher he had been carrying all night.
The red-suited guard was petting the little pony while flicking a lighter. Fluttershy let out a coo and kicked her leg.
“Well, at least he isn’t causing too much trouble,” Freddy said.
Bonnie huffed. “Speak for yourself,” he said. “I’ve put out at least five fires caused by this guy.”
The guard laughed, which was muffled by the gas mask he was wearing.
“Well, it could be worst,” Freddy finally said.



“Hey guys!” Bonnie said excitedly. “A new game’s here!”
Soon all four animatronics were gathered around the new arcade machine. “Bendy’s Nightmare Run,” Freddy said, reading the title.
“Oh, they made a Bendy game?” Chica asked. “I hope it’s good!”
“Probably better than The Magic Rainbow?” Foxy asked cheeckily.
Chica glared at the robotic fox. “We swore never to speak of it again!” she hissed.
“I a’never swore anything,” Foxy said, still smiling smugly.
“Alright, you two,” Freddy said, standing in between the two animatronics. “Let’s not do this tonight. Foxy, do the thing.”
“Aye-aye Cap’an,” Foxy said, walking over and activating the machine. “Doing the thing.”
“Alright,” Freddy said as the four characters danced on the screen. “Who gets the first turn?”



Jeremy was taking another food basket to Fluttershy and the animatronics, when some guy in purple ran by him. Based off his uniform, Jeremy guess he had been working at Freddy’s, although he was shouting some nonsense about overclocked animatronics.
Jeremy shrugged and opened the door to the pizzeria, only to be greeted by Freddy this time. The usually dapper bear was covered with soot marks, his tie was set crooked, and he was missing his hat.
“What happened?” the former guard asked.
The animatronic shook his head. “Fluttershy got into the sugar, then she dared Foxy to stick his hook into an electrical outlet, which also got Bonnie. They have been running around ever since then.”
Just then, a yellow blur passed by closed to the ground, which was followed by a larger red fox who was trying to catch her. They were followed by a blurred rabbit who was banging on a large white object.
“And I have no idea where Bonnie found the snare drum,” Freddy finished.
Jeremy stared at the pandemonium for a while longer before shoving the basket into Freddy’s arms. “That’s it, I’m gone.”
“Wait, come back!” Freddy cried. “Me and Chica need help!”
“I could barely handle you guys when you weren’t juiced up, what makes you think I have a chance now?” Jeremy called back.



“Yes sir, I understand,” Dave Miller said. He sighed as the voice on the other end said something. “Yes sir, I’ll implement the changes right away.” He hung up the phone and started rubbing his temples.
“Bad news?” Fritz asked, from his seat in the manager’s office.
“What else?” Dave asked. Sitting down, he added, “Upper management wants us to stop giving the guards a Freddy mask.”
“What?” Fritz asked, incredulously. “Why would they do that?”
“Apparently a Freddy animatronic in another location just walked out the front door.”
“Yikes,” Fritz said, leaning back. “That’s going to make thing a bit harder for the night guard. But at least it’s not any worst.”
“I guess this would also be a bad time to mention that we’re going to have to start putting the restaurant on limited power for the night shift?”
Onstage, Foxy fell over as a loud shout came from the office next door.



“Aincha be the deck swabber?” Foxy asked, looking in on the new night guard.
The man looked up from the screens. “I prefer janitor, but yes,” he said. “You going to cause any trouble?”
“Depens,” Foxy answered. “Ye gonna harm the pony?”
“No.” 
“Then ye be good.”
“Good,” the janitor said, before turning his attention to the screen in front of him.
“What ye be a’doin?” Foxy asked, stepping closer.
“Training for my other job,” the human said, not turning his attention away from the screen which was slowly filling up with numbers.
Foxy shrugged and left the human be. Although why humans would pay a person to play Minesweeper was beyond him.



Fluttershy batted at her balloon. One had gotten left behind at a birthday party, and Foxy had gotten it down for her to play with, tying it around her wing.
She trotted down the hallway, the silvery balloon bouncing jauntily behind her. As she passed by the doors, however, she stopped, and looked out.
Standing outside the restaurant, was a man. His face was in shadow, with the only thing visible was his purple shirt with a moth printed on it. A great sadness seemed to emanate off him.
Fluttershy trotted up to the glass doors and sat facing the man. Reaching out with the wing it was tied to, she offered the balloon to him. The man seemed to smile as he took the balloon, which seemed to match the moth on his shirt.
She blinked, and he was gone.



September 15, 1991
Rain fell down hard, drops beating out a staccato beat against the pavement. The back entrance of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was lit up by a single street light, making the restaurant seem cozy, much to the disbelief of the night guard, who had taken off when Chica had invited him to play Scrabble the previous night. Fritz Smith had also taken a rare sick day, so the only beings inside the restaurant were four animatronics and one pony.
Not that the figure approaching the building knew any of this. His only thought was escape, escape from the monster who had claimed his unawake brothers, who had sent his sisters to their deaths. He had escaped before the man in purple could claim him too.
Now he approached the only place he knew to go. The place that was once his and his greater’s, the place he was charged (and failed) to protect. Perhaps he could find rest here.
Upon reaching the back entrance however, he began to feel sluggish, his movements slowing down. Dawn was soon, and his power had finally begun to run low. He made it up the steps before he was forced to sit down against the door. The six o’clock chimes rang out as the rain turned into a drizzle, lightly misting the plastic skin of the motionless animatronic.