Pinkie sat on the hotel bed, crying her eyes out. Mr. Faz sat beside her, occasionally patting her heaving back. He was afraid this would happen. Pinkie had gotten much thinner, and it took concentration to keep her mane poofy during the day. Mr. Faz sighed deeply. He hated seeing Pinkie Pie like this.
"Uh, Pinkie Pie, if you need to, I don't know, quit, I would be happy to take over for you." Mr. Faz shivered on the inside, and he gulped. The last night he had done was nearly impossible, his flashlight running out of battery, Balloon Boy inside the room, Mangle on the roof, and the music box running down.
Pinkie shot upright, her tears drying immediately. She looked offended. "Quit? I can't quit! I Pinkie Pie Promised you I would get through this week, and that's what I'm gonna do!"
"You didn't really Pinkie Pi-"
"Speaking of which, I'm almost late, and that won't do, will it?"
"B-but Pinkie Pie-"
Pinkie bolted out the door, shouting a hasty goodbye. She did it because she knew she wouldn't be brave enough to go there if she thought about it.
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Inching the doors open slightly, the smell of pizza permeated the air. Pinkie took in a deep breath, enjoying the scent until she realized where she was and who she had come to meet. The warm air of the restaurant now seemed cold.
Sneaking inside, she stole a look at the clock. She was late. It was 12:10. Pinkie didn't exactly know where she was going, but she had a pretty good idea. Stealing off to Kid's Cove, Pinkie went to meet Toy Chica and Mangle.
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"Where is she! The endo should have been here by now!" Toy Chica looked at the rapidly cooling pizza. Mangle just shrugged.
An endoskeleton appeared right next to her head and said, "Who should have been here by now?"
Both Mangle and Toy Chica jumped high in the air, Mangle actually clinging to the ceiling. Mangle gasped, "Don't do that!"
"Why not?"
They looked at each other. Toy Chica sighed. "Listen, there is something extremely important I have to tell you about this place. This is gonna be a long story, so sit down and have some pizza."
Pinkie shrugged and took a seat. She took one bite and gasped. "This pizza is amazing! Who made it?"
Mangle tried to raise her hand, only succeeding in falling over. "I did."
Pinkie stopped and raised a questioning eyebrow at Chica and Sargent Sprinkles. Chica laughed, "Ah, you're thinking that I'm the foody. No, I'm more into robots. Mangle's the real foody here." Her voice dropped and tried to look as serious as you can when your face is stuck in a permanent smile. "But that's not the real reason I wanted to talk to you. First, let me say Mangle and I am really sorry for scaring you last night. We didn't mean too."
Pinkie grumbled something about not crawling around and sneaking up on ponies.
Chica pretended not to notice. "Now lets get to the actual reason I called you here. You see, this restaurant has a bit of a... bad backstory." Pinkie was about to talk until Chica held up her hand. "Let me finish. So, before us there were the things in the Parts/Service room. We're pretty certain they were the old versions of us."
"Well, duh! I know that!" Pinkie Pie said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Toy Chica blinked. Mangle took up the story. "They worked at a restaurant called Fazbear's Family Dining, basically doing the same things we do now, except for the games and so on and so forth. And at Fazbear's Family Dining there was an... accident, I guess."
"Mangle, don't tell her about this." Chica said, glaring daggers at Mangle.
"We have to! She needs to know!"
Pinkie watched the exchange, finally chiming in when it was about to come to blows. "Hey, I wanna know! Don't leave me in the dark!"
Chica sighed, "I'm so sorry for what's coming next."
Pinkie head exploded in pain as something smashed into her head. The last words she uttered before succumbing to the darkness was, "I didn't mean it literally..."
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Mangle jumped back as Pinkie hit the floor, the old and terrifying Chica right behind her. Mangle was unperturbed. "What was that! That wasn't part of the plan!"
Old Chica didn't answer. She never did. Toy Chica could though.
"It was part of my plan. Well, I suppose I should say our plan."
"B-but, we were gonna talk it over. Convince her she should get in the suit. T-this way isn't fair!" Mangle whined.
Toy Chica kept walking. "Life isn't fair."
"B-but-"
She stopped, pinning Mangle against the wall. "Did you not hear me when I said I'm interested in robots? Guess what we are Mangle."
"Robots..."
"Precisely. That means I know what makes us tick. I know how you tick Mangle. I also know how to make that ticking stop." Chica let her up. "Go back to your Kid's Cove Mangle! We don't need you." With that, Chica resumed walking towards the Parts/Service.
Mangle uttered one word. "Why..."
For the first time, Old Chica answered. "V-v-v-vengean-en-ence wi-l-ll be serve-ed."
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Pinkie woke up to an aching headache, her brain hurting. The first thing she noticed was the dark.
And then the silence.
She was not used to silence. Nearly everywhere she went ponies were laughing or playing or at least talking to her. But now... now the silence bore down on her like a 48.5 pound bag of potatoes.
"Wakey wakey." Toy Chica voice crackled through the speakers of the camera. "I'm in your office, looking at your cameras. But I'm not the one here that wants to talk to you."
Pinkie Pie looked straight at the camera. She couldn't tell it, but Toy Chica squirmed. "Who wants to talk to me?" Pinkie said in a dangerously low voice.
Toy Chica answered simply. "Them." Then turned on the camera light.
And they stepped into the light.
Old Freddy led the gang, with Chica following right behind him, and Foxy coming next. Bonnie stumbled around a bit, then got in line. None of them talked.
"W-what do you want?" Pinkie said, trying and failing to sound strong and brave.
No one answered. However there was movement. Bonnie pulled out of his face a piece of paper and passed it along the line. Freddy grabbed it and shoved it under Pinkie's nose. She looked.
"Hey, I know this pony. He was the purple unicorn I saw at the beginning of the week." She raised a confused eyebrow. "What does this have to do with anything?"
Freddy retracted his arm and, giving it to Chica, who gave it to Foxy, nodded in some sort of signal. Pinkie was sure she saw Foxy smiling a bit (if such a thing could happen.) He grabbed the paper in his actual hand, then quickly shoved his hook through the purple unicorn's head. Pinkie paled as much as a bright pink pony could.
"Y-your mad at him? Hey, w-what are you d-doing back there?" She squeaked.
Chica had left the line and went into the darkness. Pinkie could swear her eyes glowed. Chica then walked back, carrying a Freddy Fazbear suit.
"W-what are you doing with that?" Pinkie said that, even though she knew exactly what they were going to do with it.
Chica opened the head of the suit with the greatest of care. She nodded to Freddy. Freddy roughly picked up the pink pony and lifted her over the suit.
He prepared to stuff her into the suit, but he waited. He liked to see them squirming before hand. He turned away one split second to send some orders off to Bonnie, then turned back to see that the pink pony was... gone!
DING DONG
When he shut down, he saw a certain pink pony blowing rasberries at them from the doorway of the Parts/Sevice.