Our favourite animatronic characters come to Equestria. The unexpected happens.
Where am I? Four animatronics... Hello? Six ponies... Guys? And a whole new world of adventure. Friendships will be made, secrets will be shattered, ships will be shipped, and foxes will play pirate with bright pink ponies. The only question is... Are you ready for Freddy?
[COVER ART by DarkHeartConflictGLaDOS ( http://www.fimfiction.net/user/DarkHeartConflictGLaDOS ).] {Rated 'Teen' for insane, murderous animatronic animals and mention of gore.} (I know I can't write long chapters, no need to moan. Quality not quantity!) ()Five Nights At Freddy's crossover() []CONTAINS ANIMATRONIC SHIPPING. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ.[]
{???'s POV} Wakey wakey... My eyes slowly crept open as I rolled my shoulders, wincing at the rusting groans they let out. What's wrong, afraid of a little rust? Such a shame, captain. I growled at the voice in my head. Hi, I'm Foxy, level 999 on the hit video game 'Insane Fox With Voices In His Head'. You're such an idiot. Shut up. I laughed as my mental outburst created a peaceful amount of silence in my head. Just as I was breaking out of my victory trance, three deep-brown digits pulled back the curtain slightly, and a snout peeked through the wall of purple that I had grown so accustomed to. Although they were unseen, I could feel Freddy Fazbear's cold, blue eyes cutting into me. "Foxy," he hissed, his fatherly tone lost in his rampaging madness, "Where did that worm of a man slither off to?" "I'm not sure, lad," I replied, mumbling the last part. "But it's not like it matters. We're leaving, the newbies can handle Jeremy." Freddy's cold eyes finally cut through the darkness, and I felt my machinery freeze up in fear. As soon as they came, the cold, blue irises disappeared behind a sea of purple. "Very well," he growled, "We leave at 4. Pack your best hook, your spare parts and enough oil for all of us. If there's an eye missing from your rucksack, you're rotting in the dark. No excuses." "Aye-aye, Cap'n." And with that, Freddy's muzzle and paw shrunk back into the darkness of the party hall.
I quietly packed my spare hook (Sylvia), my spare voice-box and a tub of oil, not daring to forget a large box full of chargers, both electric and solar. You never know when you're stuck out in the desert and you need a charge... or, at least, that's what Chica said... once... before Freddy locked her in with Mike for a whole night... and confiscated her cupcake. I'll shut up now.
We came to a sudden stop at the exit. The doorways were somehow wirelessly connected to chips buried deep in our mechanisms, locking up our servos whenever we passed through them. Doorways.
Before anyone could argue, Freddy backhanded the window. Bonnie jumped a little, yelping in his own goofy fashion, before being shut up by a cold glare. Freddy was the big boss, and anyone who went against him would end up in a bodybag, however ludicrous that sounds when being spoken by an immortal being. Freddy stepped up onto the window-ledge, which creaked under his metal-induced weight. Snarling at the wood he was perched on, he shimmied himself through the cracked glass panes, landing with a thump onto the grassy layer below. Chica, the only female of the group, giggled silently. She gracefully dived through the window, landing on her feet. Freddy was dazed, only bothering to give her a tired glance before grunting in discomfort and shifting his body onto a softer patch of grass.
Bonnie nervously glanced at the window before ducking behind me. I growled in disagreement before my eyes met with Chica's. They were wide and begging, and she even managed to simulate a lip-quiver with her jaw. Sighing in defeat, I stood up on my toes so that I was tall enough to see the window. Bonnie shook in fear, still towering over me in his crouched position. I spat out a ball of rust that had dropped into my mouth from my jaw hinges, running backwards and letting out a triumphant battle-cry. I gripped onto the higher frame of the window, swinging my body forwards and whimpering in fear. I forced my working eye shut, which I found less than helpful considering that it was covered by an eye-patch anyway. My other eye rattled in the wind, focusing onto the moon. I let myself drop to the ground, rolling forwards slightly. Chica clapped quietly as Freddy snored, his usually-blue eyes now a deep, lifeless gray.
Bonnie twisted his body from side to side, searching for an easy escape, before cautiously stepping through the now empty window frame, fear evident on his face. He whimpered, tripping over Freddy's stomach and landing on Chica, who toppled over like a domino and slammed against a tree, which toppled over again, knocking down a row of smaller, younger trees. Surprisingly, I said the smartest thing all day. "Let's get out of here before we break something else."
This time, even Freddy was silent as we exited the perimeter of the building, helplessly trying to stay out of sight. As you can imagine, that wasn't easy. Well, it wasn't for the five seconds we tried, as Freddy quickly ran out of charge, restarting the domino effect and knocking Chica and Bonnie through a mysterious hole. "Whelp," I mumbled before leaping after my coworkers, screeching in fear and excitement.
2 - Of Skittish Bunnies and Buttery Ponies (Short)
Oh glob oh glob oh glob oh glob! I quickly began to panic, as I had awoken from my slumber in an unusual cottage. I had attempted escape, but I just ended up bashing my ears continuously against the ceiling, leaving two gaping holes through it. "H-H-Hello?" Alarmed, I screeched as loud as I could and fell onto my back, playing dead, although my bright, rapid-moving eyes and the constant yelling was enough to give away my consciousness. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bunny, but... why are you screaming?" A butter-yellow pony stood over me, her pink mane falling down onto me. I screeched even louder. Yellow ponies?! There aren't yellow ponies in Canada! Well, we clearly aren't in Canada, idiot. I know that. "Hello? I asked you what your name was?" Breaking the silence, I whimpered, curling up into a ball and muttering a soft "Bonnie." Understanding my skittish behavior, the butter-yellow pegasus kindly offered her name as "Fluttershy", before pushing a bowl of carrots up to me.
Man, if you could see her face when the bowl was empty two seconds later.
Let's just say that Freddy's awakening wasn't the most pleasant a bear could dream of, but it would be hard to imagine 100 or so little ponies jabbing at him with pitchforks when he'd spent his whole life in a pizzeria.
"The horror! THE HORROR!" a mare cried, fainting on the streets just in time for an unnoticed herd of rampaging bunny-rabbits to stamp around her. Five mares were stood in the center of the crowd, no pitchforks. "Ponies, please!" The purple one cried, "We don't know if it can harm us!" "But, Princess Twilight, it's massive!" Freddy furrowed his eyebrows and shot a glare at the mare in question before struggling to sit up, as stallions were pulling him down by ropes tied around his ankles and wrists. He growled, readying for his best roar. "I said STOP!"
At the shockingly loud scream of the princess, the stallions jumped back in surprise, dropping the ropes. Freddy stood up, fixing his tie, taking his hat back from a purple-maned mare and brushing the dirt from his fur. He glared down at the ponies that were twice his size, before smaller ones came into view. Children. His eyes softened and he lay back on his stomach, gently stroking the manes of the three terrified fillies that stared at him with wide eyes. The smallest, a white unicorn, spoke up. "Who're you, mister?" "Sweetie, it can't ta-" "Freddy."
The mares stared open-mouthed at the metal bear. He just shrugged. "My name is Freddy Fazbear, I'm from Canada, and I entertain children for a living. No biggie." "Show us this so-called 'entertainment'."
Freddy glared down at the purple-maned unicorn (who he soon learned was 'Rarity') and plucked his microphone from his pocket. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his face. A robotic voice mumbled "Stage Mode Activated" before he began swaying side to side, smiling with happiness at all of the foals he could see. They came closer, eyes wide.
"H-H-H-Hey kids! W-W-Wel-Wel-Welcome to Fr-r-reddy Fazzzzzbear's pizzeria!" Some of the older mares frowned slightly at his glitching, but ignored it. "Do ya w-w-wanna hear a s-s-song?"
At the simple reply of 'Yeah!', Freddy held up his microphone and began singing.
Just as Pinkie felt like she had defeated all competition, another spy had to come into Ponyville. It was unusual. She would see a golden figure sitting in the center of a room, arms and legs spread, head hanging to the side - then she'd look up, and it'd disappear with a flash. She only managed to see it once.
It was a bear - like the Freddy fella that had appeared the day before - but golden, with empty, lifeless eyes and a limp, corpse-like body. No matter how much she looked at it, it wouldn't disappear this time. It just sat there, staring at her, expressionless.
Without a second thought, she leaped at the bear, smothering it with her mane and gripping it around the neck. It fell limply, and she felt triumph.
Well, until it fought back.
It screeched, the kind of screech that made normal mares bleed out of their ears, and rolled out from underneath her. It tackled her to the ground, screeching even louder, it's eyes filled with energy and life. Then it laughed.
It's laugh began at that of a child's, making Pinkie go limp in surprise, then it slowed down and turned demonic, the girly shrieks turning to horrific wails. She froze in shock as it put it's paws around her neck.
She clamped her eyes shut. This was the end...
...Any minute now...
Pinkie opened her eyes when she felt the fake fur of the golden bear press up against her cheek and torso, and heard a girly squeal. "Daaaaw!" It squeaked, "A cute lil' pony! Freddy was right, this world is adorable!"
Pinkie paused. "What?" It squealed again. "It can talk too?! Even cuter!" She was pushed back, the same deep eyes looking at her with love. She no longer felt scared, and her deflated mane puffed back up to it's former glory. "Hi there Mr. Bear! What's your name? How do you know Freddy? Why are you golden?" The bear pushed a paw up to her mouth, giggling. "My name is Golden Freddy - but you can call me Goldie - Freddy is my brother, and I'm golden because... well... I don't know."
Pinkie smiled. "Do you like raspberry swirl cake?" Goldie's eyes lit up. "You should be asking who doesn't!"
And thus, the two strange creatures nibbled at cake throughout the night, not noticing the small unicorn filly peeking out from a basket. SOON.
He didn't care where he was, his limbs had fallen off and the ground was too soft - that was why his limbs were off anyway, as he had stumbled into a wall and tripped - or was it something to do with that rainbow-maned pegasus holding a shovel?
"What are you doing in here, freak?!" She yelled, "Tell me or I'm calling for the CHSSD!" (Canterlot Help, Security and Services Department.) He shifted uncomfortably, his voice turning from a shrill screech to his overly-glitchy voice. "I don't know, lassy, I just woke up 'ere."
Rainbow scowled. "Well why are you stabbing the floor with your hook?" "It's too soft!" She facehoofed. "Note to self, never get a picky roommate."
Well that went as well as expected. Rainbow winced as she heard the clattering of metal beneath her hooves, along with a grumble and the squeak of joints as a crimson figure rose from his uncomfortable position on the grass. "What do ye rain out of ye clouds, CONCRETE?!" Foxy screeched in anger, his voice raising to mimic that of a squirrel's. RD giggled as she landed beside the pirate fox, grinning like a child that had just gotten an early Christmas present. "No need to yell! I can hear you from down here!" She laughed, looking up at the awkwardly tall fox-bot who was currently trying to reassemble his upper body with the one arm that was still attached.
Foxy's head shot up as he heard yelling, and he couldn't help but chuckle when Freddy skidded across the grass, landing with his feet stuck in the air and his head twisted backwards. He grumpily returned to his normal position, scowling at the mare who had pushed him, and was currently yelling out various words for 'monster' - he was sure he heard some curses too. Freddy stood up, fiddling with his bow-tie. "Well, dear mare, I must say - this town has a strange way of saying thank you after a gentlebear cooks breakfast for you." "Throwing a triangle of cheese and sauce in my face is NOT making breakfast!" "What, you don't like pizza?" Foxy quietly kicked the mess of ingredients away from where it lay next to his leg. "That ain't pizza, matey." "...I'm a singer, not a chef!"
Rainbow pulled at the bear's tail, disorienting him and pulling him to the ground. "What in tartarus are you doing?! That's the princess!"
"Sure, and I'm your uncle." Rainbow rolled her eyes and watched as a battle ensued. Freddy grabbed Celestia and--
{EPICNESS REMOVED AS FREDDY DOESN'T WANT TO ADMIT THAT HE WON OUT OF PITY}(AKA I suck at writing fights.)
Foxy wasn't sure what drugs he was on, or what effect they had on him, but he was currently sat next to Bonnie and Chica in a church-like room, watching Freddy get coronated... Wait, what?
"So yer tellin' me, that ye don't have any pizza?"
The rainbow-maned pegasus shook her head. "Not unless you have ten bits lying around, buddy. Can't you just eat apple pie, or pancakes, or something that isn't so specifically pizza?"
Foxy let out a screech. "Are ye crazy, lass?! I'd malfunction if I ate that... veggie... crap!" he wrinkled up his nose. "Wait, no, just thinkin' about it is good 'nuff! Yer payin' for the repairs, lass!"
Rainbow snorted, rolling her eyes. "Fussy. Y'know, I'm a herbivore. You want some pizza, then go catch yourself some 'bacon'. Whatever that is."
The fox poked at the pile of grass and fruit on the table in front of him, shivering as what looked like mayonnaise dripped from his hook. He groaned as the impatient rainbow-pegasus-thingie that he was somehow stuck with pushed a hoof-full of goop up to his lips. She sighed. "Foxy, eat it or I'll get the shovel."
Gulping, Foxy took a tiny bite... only to fall flat on his face and start screaming. "Huh, I guess he wasn't kidding..." Rainbow muttered, biting a piece of apple. "I wonder if his friends are this moody." "OH MY FAZ IT BUUUUUURNS!" Rainbow giggled. "Well, at least he's child-friendly." she mumbled, before being cut off by a string of curse words. "Oh. Never mind."
He wasn't happy. I mean, who would be when they were covered in pizza sauce and slobber from head to toe? The blue bunny sighed, looking down at his metallic body and groaning. No wonder they were being scrapped. The kids were using them for target practice!
"Hey, don't be like that, Clyde!" the bunny turned to the cheerful bear, who was - as always - spotless. "I don't see the others complaining."
"Yeah, well, boss," Clyde muttered, "they weren't turned into targets for military training, were they?" his face crumpled into a frown. "It ain't my fault I'm not... heh... pretty! You're freakin' Teddy Fazbear, you don't need to be pretty, unlike us. You just have to hug the kids and sing."
"Yeah, and mosta the parents complain," 'Teddy' laughed. "sayin' I'm worse at singin' than you are at keepin' clean... no offense," he quickly added, as he saw the glare in the bunny's green eyes. He fiddled with the bunny's bow-tie. "And, who knows, maybe Tiana'll clean up for us 'gain!"
"I told you, it's Teecs," Tiana mumbled, picking bits of cupcake off her beak. "And I'm not your cleaning lady. I'm a respected part'a this team, boss."
"He never said you weren't," Mangle giggled from the doorway, giving them a toothy smile. "cleaning ladies are plenty respected."
The fox laughed as the chicken's elbow dented her metal casing, and the 'boss' rubbed his face with one hand. "Now, settle down, girls. You're both pretty." this earned a laugh from the bunny next to him, who was casually strumming his guitar. A shriek came from behind them as the puppet ran into the room.
"Il y a quelque chose à l'extérieur, boss," Mari cried, trying to hide behind the curtains of Kid's Cove. The Toys looked at Teddy in confusion. He sighed.
"They said, 'there's something outside, boss,'" he muttered, before turning to the puppet. "De quoi s'agit-il? Une personne?"
"Une ardente porte. Je pense que c'est un portail, monsieur, mais je ne sais pas s'il est sûr."
Teddy turned to the others. "A 'burning door', or a portal. It may be unsafe. Clyde, you're fast, go check it out."
The bunny sighed. "Stupide marionnette. Il est probablement des hallucinations." he muttered, but he went to see it nonetheless.
All they heard was a shriek, and then he was gone.
"SCREEEEEEW YOUUUUUUU!" the blue blur screeched as it fell from the sky. It landed with a thump, and the blue 'blur', also known as Clyde, groaned in pain, rolling over and clutching his arm.
"That Faz-damn puppet with his stupid portal-talk!" he mumbled, stumbling to his feet and stumbling towards a lake, sneering at his reflection. "I look like a disaster - and the pizza-sauce covered dirt isn't helping!"
Just as the bunny was about to wash the muck off his face, he heard a shriek, and a white... unicorn... ran up to him. "Darling, what happened?! You look like a disaster! No lady should look this way!"
"Good thing I'm male," the bunny spat, pulling away.
"Oh. Sorry, Mr. Bunny, but... mind if I help you with that?"
"Go ahead. Just don't scratch my paint."
Silent, the unicorn dabbed a cloth in the water and gently wiped the bunny's face - even daring to scrub his eyes, despite his wails. "Who are you, the fashion police?!"
"Yes, actually."
The bunny paused. "So... can I join?"
"Depends. What should never be worn with socks?" "Sandals." "Wow." "What?" "Stallions usually say something... crazy." "Sexist." "Whatever."
The two laughed, before Clyde snapped back to seriousness. "But seriously, from the looks of this place, nobody has any fashion sense." "Time we taught 'em!"
And thus, the pony-bunny-duo ran around 'fablifying' the townies in Ponyville.
9 - Two of a Kind, Birds of a Feather, Now and Forever
"Ton frère est tombé à travers la porte brûlante, il est venu ici ! Je ne peux pas lui trouver n'importe où !"
The purple bunny stared blankly at the puppet for a moment, before quietly replying; "...Come again?"
"EUUUGH!" The puppet groaned, before glaring at him. "Clyde. Gravure porte. Ici."
"Burning door?" he deadpanned. "You mean a portal, Mari?"
"Taire, Grimace."
Recognizing the insulting nickname, the bunny grumbled a response and turned away, crossing his arms. "Sooo... my idiotic little brother came here, and I have to find him?"
The Marionette nodded.
"And why can't, oh, I dunno, my other brother find him?"
"Il n'est pas ici, Monsieur."
"THEN BRING HIM HERE!" He growled, before groaning and facepalming. "Look, I have a lot on my plate today, alright? So can I just eat icecream and have an existential crisis in peace, please?"
Grunting a response, the puppet glared at him and slid through the crack in the door.
"Another icecream tub, Bonnie?" Pinkie grinned, balancing one on her head. He nodded, and she quickly slid the icecream onto the table and trotted off...
