As the title suggests.....
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"Entry no 1
Jasmine and Luke were two school friends. While Jasmine was an accomplished engineer and a skilled Martial Artist, Luke was unmasked as the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Murderer. Jasmine was walking through the pizzeria went she found Luke luring a child away. Puzzled, she followed him and arrived just in time to see Luke kill the child. As she tried desperately to stop him, he let loose one of her robots on her. The fox, named Fedelma, had been reprogrammed. Luke killed two children, a boy and a girl that day. And Jasmine was stuffed inside her own creation who had killed her. Luke also stuffed the girl into Deliah the Dragon and the boy into Boswell the Bunny. It was said that Luke saw visions of the people that he killed as ghosts. Captured on the cameras one night was Luke, dressed in his purple uniform, running from things that appeared to be his murders. The lead one was Jasmine. Luke hid in an unstable suit, which killed him by unleashing the spring locks on him. He then became Springtrap. All workers are to keep away from this suit. It will be sealed.
Entry no 2.
The suit has disappeared."
"No." Fedelma said. "No. That was a dream. That never happened. I never was Jasmine. She's gone. But I wasn't anything before." Fedelma argued with herself. She looked up at Jamie. "Yes. I was Jasmine. I changed to fit this lifestyle. Now I'm Fedelma. I left that life behind years ago. I-I didn't know Springtrap was Luke though. They got one thing wrong though. Luke and I were never friends. I thought he was this quiet, nice boy who never would harm a fly. I pitied him." Fedelma turned round. "Never speak of that to anyone." Jamie shook his head, lips pressed together. "Great, I'm going now." Fedelma ran out the door, thwacking the frame with her tail as she went.
"Oh, what do you want?" Cleo snapped. Phantom Freddy warbled some more. "I know Springtrap created you, but you're on our side now. We have a phantom Mangle, Phantom Foxy, Phantom BB, Phantom Chica, Phantoms everywhere, and you have to annoy me? Honestly, if I didn't need you, you'd be destroyed right now!" Phantom Freddy, although mute, glared at her reproachfully and walked off through a wall.
"And then ye says: "Ye aren't going anywhere with him! Two reasons, Freddy is a leader and we wouldn't lose him, and Chica would kill me if I lost Freddy." And ol' Purple tilts his head and Bonnie comes up behind him and gets Freddy out." Foxy was retelling stories. Mangle blushed. Fedelma was having an existential crisis. Springtrap was currently unaware that Fedelma was about to track him down and probably kill him. Jamie had left Fedelma alone and was listening to Foxy along with Mangle, Toy Bonnie, Toy Freddy, JJ and BB. Toy Chica and Bonnie were taking time together. Everyone was happy except for poor Fedelma. She paced in circles in her room. Toy Chica came in. "Oh, it's you." Fedelma snarled. Then she regained herself. Toy Chica couldn't have been more than 11 years old when murdered. Although the animatronics were the same age for some reason, Fedelma rubbed her eyes. "Look at me. I'm crying. Why am I crying? I never cried when I was alive. But I'm still alive. Maybe it's because that monster purposely ripped you apart. And stuffed you in a suit. And now you have to face against Purples. At least you have Bonnie." Toy Chica frowned. "Fedelma? Are you ok, or have you lost your sanity?" Fedelma clenched her fists. "Toy Chica, what do you remember? Your earliest memory?" Toy Chica frowned. "When I first woke up on stage with Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy. We introduced each other and were cool with it. JJ and BB met us with Puppet, and I found Mangle. Why?" Fedelma bit her lip. "No reason. Where's Springtrap?" Toy Chica shrugged. "In the back room. I'm coming with you," she said firmly. "Fine," said Fedelma, her ears down. She twirled her tail thoughtfully. "Well, come on then," Toy Chica marched out. Fedelma followed. "Toy Chica, what do you about your history?" Toy Chica stopped, hands on hips. "What is this new obsession with this sort of stuff?!" Fedelma sighed. "You know Celeste?" Toy Chica nodded sourly. "Well, I'm trying to find out the tRuth about her." Toy Chica shrugged, nodded, and headed out to the back. Then she screamed. Fedelma ran in. "Oh my god." Springtrap was cursing as he propped himself up from the floor. There were three notes on the floor, and a hat. And spread all over the floor, was the dismembered parts of Toy Freddy.
"No. No no no no no no no no." Toy Chica ran her fingers along the parts. "Fred, no. I can't fix you. Flip no." Fedelma picked up one of the notes and her blood ran cold. It was addressed to her in Cleo's handwriting. Dear Fedelma, it said, I see you've found out who we are. So, who are we? Who're the Purples and Celeste? Be seeing you soon xox.
Signed,
Cleo.
Ps. Springtrap knocked Shadow Freddy out. We're very grumpy about that.
"T-Toy Chica, come see this." With trembling hands, Fedelma showed her the letter. "What? You know who we are? You will tell me within the next three nights or I will beat the endoskeleton out of you. Oh, there's one addressed to me." She picked it up and read it out. "Hey T.C! Remember the night that you fell to pieces with us? I think it's gonna happen again! With all of you! I'll come back soon xx
Be seeing you,
Shadow Freddy.
Ps. Have a think about your friend Fedelma. What does she know?" Toy Chica's voice reached -159 degrees. "I know what he means. That night... Well, Deliah told you I got caught by Shadow Freddy? Well, he took me apart and rebuilt me. We got my costume back eventually, but... I had to spend those months as a monster." Fedelma's heart ached for her. "Hey, anyone goin' to 'elp me up?" Springtrap rasped. "No, get up yourself." Fedelma had spotted something on the windowsill. Gingerly, she picked it up. It was a well done, brown, wide brimmed, hat. She dusted it off, and put it on. "Hi Springtrap. Remember me? If you do, you should remember your promise. It was you who murdered those children. Oh, and anyone who hears this? Just remember, Springtrap murdered you. Is he trustworthy?
Sincerely,
Shadow Bonnie or RSQ
Ps. How did you manage to set your spring locks off? It was funny." Springtrap growled something as he scrunched up the letter. "Thinks it's funny, does he?" Fedelma turned and bounded towards him. "Well, I think there's something you've been hiding something from me, haven't you?" Her eyes glitched. "Right, Luke?"
Toy Chica gasped as a mask was ripped off her mind. Her vision flickered. Fedelma rippled into a long haired human. Springtrap faded into a short haired human wearing purple clothes. "Isn't that right?" said Fedelma, but Toy Chica heard, "Luke! What are you doing?! Is that- Oh My God! Is that a kid?!" Toy Chica started. This was an offline recording. She looked at the date in the corner. 2003. 15 years ago. She could see the rest of the toys out of the corner of her eye, and Bonnie and his lot were on the other side of the room. Fedelma, Boswell, and Deliah were on the back wall. Springtrap (Was it Springtrap? Maybe it was 'Luke') turned and clenched his fist. There was an axe in the other hand. "You." He didn't sound angry, but he sounded desperate. He sounded like Springtrap without his usual hoarse voice. There was a discarded costume on the ground. Spring Bonnie. What Springtrap used to look like. 'Luke' swung the axe but 'Jasmine' sprang back. The axe lacerated the air just in front of her stomach. Cursing, Luke nudged Fedelma. The fox's eyes opened and she lunged. Jasmine didn't see it coming and she cried out as Fedelma grabbed her. The kid that was still alive screamed and Luke turned, his eyes flashing. Toy Chica didn't look, but heard Jasmine's cry of fury and grief. "And now you know who I am. Don' blame me, it was the only way I was goin' to get rid of 'em." Behind Luke Toy Chica glanced up to see Shadow Bonnie, Shadow Freddy and Celeste circling above him. "Go on Luke." Shadow Bonnie snarled. "She knows." Jasmine whispered into her mic. "Stop her from telling them!" Luke slashed with the now bloodstained axe down and Jasmine went limp. Fedelma dropped the body and went back to her position. Luke looked up and the swirling Purples disappeared. He shrugged and began stuffing the bodies in the suits. Jasmine into Fedelma. The girl into Deliah. The boy into Boswell. The scene rippled back to real life. Fedelma was tapping her foot. Springtrap stared at the ground. "So. You opened up those memories that you convinced yourself weren't real. Isn't that right, Jasmine." Fedelma winced. "Why did you murder those kids? You killed all of us, didn't you? You killed me. How could you?" Toy Chica ran to Fedelma's side. "Start talking. Now. Why did you kill us?" Springtrap mumbled something. "What was that?" Springtrap gave her a look. "I didn't have a choice. They wouldn't leave me. They wanted blood. I gave blood. If I didn't, they would have hurt the world. What is 15 lives to the billions that live here? Don't you see? I was helpin'. And either way, I've just had my soul dissected and put in two different bodies and then put together again. Don't you think I deserve some credit?" Toy Chica went beakless and glitched her eyes. "Ok, I can't argue with that." Mangle came in, looked down, and exploded again. "Oops. Sorry. When I see some things like that I explode." Fedelma rubbed her snout where Mangle's arm had hit her. "What happened to Toy Freddy?" Mangle asked. "Purples." Fedelma picked up the pieces. "For some reason I really want to build with Lego. Maybe a house. Jamie!" Jamie came in and saw the pieces. "What... Who exploded?" Mangle started magnetically rebuilding herself. "Well, Mangle did, but it's Toy Freddy who needs fixing. Cleo and her group broke in." Fedelma handed Jamie Toy Freddy's arm. "Excuse me for a moment. Toy Chica and I need to see someone." Fedelma excused herself and slipped away, Toy Chica following her. "How'd you know?" she asked. Toy Chica shrugged. "Deactivation recording. I saw him murder you - You were Jasmine, right?" Fedelma nodded. "So, Fedelma, or should I call you Ma'am?" Fedelma didn't know that someone could curtsy sarcastically, but Toy Chica had managed it. "Who are we going to see?" Fedelma opened her door. "Her." Celeste turned to them. "Oh, hello." she said dryly. "I see you can't deny it any longer." Her voice turned mocking. "Oh, no, that was just a dream. I've always been a faceless animatronic." Fedelma raised an eyebrow. "I don't want to go back. I can see you opening your mouth to say 'What about your family?' Are you finally gaining a heart? That's a shame, because I was an orphan. So were the rest of us." Celeste scowled. "Well, you learn something new every day. By the way, the Purples are planning something. And Cleo, well, she wants you on her side. She also wants you to find out who she is, who I am, and who RSQ and Shadow Freddy are. Personally I wouldn't but that's her opinion. I'll just be Hermes and deliver messages to the 'gods', shall I?"' Celeste started fading away. "Also, you might want to find out who the traitor is. Wow, that sounded cliched. Consider it a warning from me. Although, I might also say some of your plans to the Purples. I'm on nobody's side, and Toy Chica? I swear, close your mouth sometime."
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Is Toy Chica shocked? Probably. So anyway, the whole thing with Fedelma and denial, is that she wasn't a particularly happy human. She thinks life as an animatronic is so much better.
And Luke only killed orphans because no one would miss them.
Twisted logic, huh? But Luke was nice that way.