Few months after the grand opening of Fredbear's PizzaWorld, Michael Afton found himself standing at the crossroads of an unusual opportunity.
Despite his past conflicts with Fazbear Entertainment, he had come seeking something different this time—not revenge, not sabotage, but collaboration. The company had reached out with a proposition, one that piqued his curiosity more than his concern. Unlike their traditional family-friendly pizzerias, Fazbear Entertainment had another venture, one tailored specifically for adults.
Michael had hesitated before signing the contract. Something about it felt off, but the potential for a mutual partnership outweighed his doubts. After all, he had spent years tangled in the company's dark history—maybe, just maybe, this could be a way to change things for the better.
What he didn't expect, however, was where they were sending him.
Inside a dimly lit, neon-drenched lounge, a group of animatronics huddled together, buzzing with excitement. Unlike their child-friendly counterparts, these models were sleek, curvy, and designed with entertainment of a different nature in mind. Their personalities were just as unique as their designs, and now, they had a new animatronic joining their ranks.
Frenni - The Leader
"Girls, there's a new animatronic coming. Are you excited?~" she purred, her voice smooth and playful.
She leaned against the main stage, her signature blue fur shimmering under the dim club lights. Unlike the usual Freddy animatronics, Frenni exuded confidence and charm, a true alpha among the crew.
Bonfie - The Energetic One
"Yes!~ I can't wait!~" Bonfie chimed in, bouncing on the tips of her feet.
With bright purple fur and an endless supply of enthusiasm, Bonfie was the heartbeat of the group. She thrived on energy, on excitement, on the thrill of the unknown.
Chiku - The Sweetheart
"I wonder if he likes pizza~" Chiku mused dreamily, resting her cheek in her palm.
Unlike the others, Chiku still held onto some of her classic roots. She might've been part of an adult venue, but her love for food and kindness never faded. She giggled at the thought of having someone to share her meals with.
Fexa - The Tsundere Pirate
"Yarrr~. I don't care about it."
Fexa leaned back in her seat, arms crossed, her red fur catching the neon glow. She didn't bother hiding her disinterest, but the sharp glint in her eyes suggested otherwise. She thrived in a challenge, and something told her that this new guy might just be one.
Golden Frenni - The Dangerous One
"I wøñder høw mùçh Døm!n@t!øn h3 ç@n t@k3?~"
The room fell silent for a moment.
Golden Frenni sat in the shadows, her presence always a little unsettling. Unlike the others, she spoke in a glitching, distorted voice, as if her programming wasn't entirely stable. A smile curled on her lips, but it was anything but innocent.
Marie - The Voice of Reason
"I just hope he isn't pervy."
Marie sighed, rolling her eyes. She was the most grounded of them all, the one who kept things from spiraling out of control.
If the new animatronic was anything like the usual customers, she'd need to keep an eye on him.
The doors to the lounge slid open, and for the first time, the girls caught sight of their new 'co-worker'.
And that was when everything changed.
The room fell into a hushed anticipation as the entrance door creaked open, followed by the unmistakable sound of heavy metal footsteps. Each step reverberated through the floor, slow and deliberate, growing stronger with each passing second.
Behind the stage curtain, six pairs of eyes peeked out, their reactions as varied as their personalities.
Frenni and Bonfie were practically vibrating with excitement, their eyes wide as they exchanged eager glances. Chiku, ever calm, watched in silence, her expression unreadable. Fexa, leaning lazily against the wall, barely spared a glance—her half-lidded eye betraying the curiosity she refused to admit. Golden Frenni, while keeping a blank expression, had a noticeable deep blush dusting her cheeks. Marie, ever the composed one, took a single measured glance before shifting her attention elsewhere, feigning disinterest.
The footsteps grew louder, drowning out the sound of the door clicking shut. Each slow, rhythmic thump sent a faint vibration through the air, almost as if the entire room resonated with the approaching presence.
Then, through the dim lighting, a shimmering golden gleam caught their eyes. A tall, imposing figure emerged from the entrance, stepping into view.
His form was sleek yet heavy, his movements calculated yet strangely fluid. The soft glow of his golden plating shimmered beneath the club's neon lights, casting a warm contrast against the darker hues of the lounge.
And then, as he fully entered, he tilted his head—his blue pupils glowing faintly from the dark void of his otherwise hollow sockets.
From behind the curtain, the girls' reactions shifted subtly as they got a proper look at him.
Bonfie and Frenni's eyes widened in delight, their previous excitement doubling at the sight of him. Chiku's gaze lingered, filled with quiet curiosity. Fexa, still pretending to be uninterested, cracked open a single eye, barely masking her intrigue. Golden Frenni, despite her attempts to remain neutral, found her blush growing deeper. Marie, ever composed, simply watched, taking in every detail of his presence with a quiet, unreadable expression.
He hesitated. Still tilting his head, he slowly turned his gaze away from them, scanning the room's interior—taking in the neatly arranged tables, the polished bar counters, and the dimly flickering neon signs that painted the space in a hazy glow.
For now, he was silent, observing.
And from the shadows of the stage, they watched back—waiting.
Billy's glowing blue pupils flickered subtly as he turned his gaze toward the security camera in the main room. His stare was brief—just a fleeting glance—before his focus shifted back to his surroundings.
He began to move, his heavy metallic footsteps echoing softly against the polished floors as he navigated through the maze of tables and chairs. His eyes swept over everything, taking in the nightclub's dim, atmospheric lighting, the neon glows casting faint reflections off glossy surfaces. Every detail—every chair's placement, every glass or scattered napkin—was quietly analyzed.
Behind the stage curtain, the girls remained glued to him, each reacting in their own way:
Bonfie and Frenni were practically vibrating in place, barely holding themselves back from rushing straight at Billy. Chiku sat in silence, her expression as blank as ever, though her gaze never wavered from him. Fexa, despite her best efforts to remain disinterested, was now peeking more frequently, her curiosity betraying her act. Golden Frenni looked like a coiled spring, ready to pounce at any given moment. Marie, ever composed, had a soft, amused smile as she observed the scene unfold.
Then, with an almost detached precision, Billy reached out with his right hand, gripping the edge of one of the tables. He lifted it slightly, tilting it just enough to test its weight. His fingers pressed against the surface, feeling the texture of the polished wood.
And then—
In a sudden, fluid motion, he jerked the table upward, causing everything atop it to hover momentarily in the air. Glasses, plates, stray napkins—they all suspended for a fraction of a second before Billy executed a swift, controlled flip of the table. The movement was so precise that for an instant, the entire table rotated midair, the objects still airborne above it.
Before anything could fall, Billy caught the table effortlessly and placed it back down exactly where it had been. A heartbeat later, everything that had been in the air landed back perfectly in its original position, as if the table had never been moved at all.
Satisfied, Billy gave a small nod to himself and continued walking, unfazed.
Behind the curtain, the girls exchanged silent glances.
Their reactions were a mix of awe and disbelief.
Even Marie's smile widened ever so slightly.