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"Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" - 1986
Curtains pulled closed, lights off on the stage, the dining room had many voices speaking out, of all ages. Nerves spiked in one of the workers, adjusting their outfit that consisted of a vest, apron, and biker shorts. Yellow, white with a colorful pattern that said 'LET'S EAT!', and black for their respective colors. "Three years, and I still get nervous doing this."
Passing behind her, someone gave a small snicker, carrying a red and white guitar with no strap attached to the protruding studs. "You've never been one for the spotlight, Chi-Chi." He said, but there was no real bite behind his words, and this behavior was more common, given by the woman's glare behind her to the darkness. Still, the faint, red glow of his eyes were enough to be spotted. Despite his eyes being a more pink color.
"Stage time, you two. Ready?" Another voice broke through, causing the previous male to quickly scampering to his position on stage, adjusting his guitar and making sure it was plugged in, as the woman fixed the microphone pack hidden on her back. A gentle, white glow came from the center, from the main entertainer's eyes, blue being much duller in shine, but still there. "Ready?" He asked again, his voice dipping to a quieter whisper as his handheld mic got plugged in. The woman nodded, the nod back before turning, the bass player also nodded.
"Ready, Goldie." The main entertainer spoke, before smiling and speaking into the microphone fully:
"Hello, everyone! And welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" The curtains pulled back once the room fell into a semi-silence and the cue hit. Of course, cheers rang through the room as the three revealed themselves to the party room. "Please, welcome to the stage: Chica the Chicken, and Mr. Cupcake!" The two on the left side of the stage, from the audience view, motioned to the person on the right on the stage, smiling and holding her cupcake with one hand while waving with the other. Short, dirty-strawberry blonde hair pressed to her head, aside from a cowlick that made it look like she had feathers on her head like a chicken. Her apron donned, but clean, shoes orange, with long, white socks with two, decorative stripes on them to make her outfit complete.
"Bonnie the Rabbit!" Now, Chica and the middle entertainer motioned to the person on the left of the stage. Taller than Chica by an inch or two, but his platform boots helped up that to about half a foot taller. He gave a strum to his bass guitar, the purple bunny ears on his head perking up. His hair was a darker shade of purple, framing bangs in the front and a braid bun in the back, with a purple vest on. A red, clip on bow tie, the guitar strap hooked onto his belt, and the laces to his boots were all the same red, pink eyes smiling along with him. He was, notably, the darkest color pallet to the rest of the three on the stage, but it was fitting for him.
"And Freddy Fazbear the Bear!" Bonnie and Chica motioned to the center of the stage, where the last entertainer stood with a bright smile, wielding the microphone. Brown, shaggy hair and facial hair on his chin made him more inviting, blue eyes helping with it. He wore a brown vest, a white undershirt that was rolled up to his elbows (counter to Bonnie's that was black and hemmed like a tee-shirt). Grey, finger-less gloves, bow tie, and top hat all adorned his body, red shoes to help balance the dark, and brown bear ears were tilted out of the way to make room for the top hat on his head. "Let's party!" He spoke into the microphone, an immediate uproar from the kids only made Freddy smile more.
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A few taps, a couple of clicking cues, keeping the area hidden while making sure the party room was lit up and fun- Goldie gave a huff to themself and glanced to the time: 4:27. Perfect. A click to two buttons was enough to send the signals to the entertainers without alerting the guests. That message being a silent one saying 'after this song, it's time'. Their ears twitched in place as they time went by, hearing someone in their ear say something about the cake being ready in a mixed, but identifiable accent.
"Thank you! Now, if I remember correctly, it's someone's birthday here today!" The cheer from the party group made Chica giggle, as Bonnie played into his role. "Someone's birthday today? But we don't have a cake for them!" Chica waved her free hand in a dismissive, but playful way. "Of course we have a cake! Oh, Foxy~" Her voice wavered in a sing-song-y way, giving time for Goldie to shine a light on the birthday kid, and for Foxy to come out. As well as Bonnie strumming a few cords, the whole room sprung into song easily as Foxy set the cake down on the table and lit the one and zero candles with a matchstick.
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"Ever find yar own antics a little insufferable?" After hours, Foxy asked the question while sitting at the table, handing a paper towel wrapped bag of ice to the rabbit entertainer. "Mm, a bit, but it's for the younger kids. The teenagers love me no matter." Bonnie chuckled, settling the bag of ice on a dark bruise forming on his arm, a quiet hiss at the cold leaving his teeth. "Besides, it's fun to play around with it sometimes."
"Whatever ya say. Whatever helps ya sleep at night."
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[Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, Foxy, and Goldie available for asks]
[Pictures of them with image ID's underneath the cut]
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Where It All Began - 1978
The year was 1978, a van rolled to a stop in an officials office parking lot, a forest green color with a thin, dark-ish blue stripe crossing the front. In the front seats, two men sat, in a more formal get-up than either are used to, but for something like this, it was called for. The driver drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, nervous about this whole deal. "Maybe.. We should back out and reconsider things, William."
William, the man in the passenger's seat, looked appalled by the driver's hesitance, but a brief moment of thinking before he spoke, he knew the reason behind this hesitance. "Henry, we're so close this. You've busted your ass for years to get this close. I've seen your work, you've seen mine," turning in his seat, William gave a bright smile as Henry looked to him, a sheepish and shy expression worn by the other. "I'm not backing out. This life, this- All of this.. It would support everyone involved. Are you with me?"
Henry could feel the anxiety welling up in him, every fiber of his being screaming for him to give up. Maybe he would have if he was alone. But... He wasn't alone. William was right here. Not only that, but the support from his girlfriend, his best friend, his best friend's kids? He gave a sigh, closing his eye in the process, before opening them up and nodding. "Okay. I'm with you, let's do this." With that, Henry shut the engine to the car off and pulled the key out. He was committing to this, much to William's excitement.
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'Fazbear Entertainment, LLC'. Owned by Henry Emily. Co-Owned by William Afton.
'Afton's Robotics, LLC'. Owned by William After. Co-Owned by Henry Emily.
For a long moment after signing on for the Limited Liability Companies, as well as signing on a lease for a building of operation that originally served as a restaurant, the world felt lighter. They both knew they would change the way the world saw them and their companies, and they were ready.
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