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Five Nights With Harry (HP/FN@F Cross)

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Well, Erika might have just stumbled onto the component of the Springsuit that serves as the Souljar for the animatronic. I wonder if the endoskeleton has a backup module that serves the same function? Given that it wasn't part of the original design, it might or might not have any parts that assist that part of the suit's function.
 
Having arrived home and gotten the Fazbear Gang settled into their new place, there were exactly two things that Erika wanted. To have a nice shower and to go to sleep. The first was why she was towelling off a slightly squirming Olive as she kneeled in her own pajamas. "Hold still, Olive."

With a squeal, Olive spat out some of the towel. "But mommy, it tickles!"

There was a soft smile on her face as Erika finished drying off the little animatronic. "Maybe, but now you're all dry." After she threw the towel into the clothes bin, she turned around to see Olive reaching up to her with a grin. "What am I going to do with you... especially since you're kind of heavy, honey."

Nonetheless, Erika still picked her up though she let out a breath as she stood up. Giggling, Olive rubbed her nose against Erika's neck. "But you'll still do it because you love me, right mommy?"

Laughing a bit, Erika only shook her back and nuzzled Olive back. "That I do, Olive. Never doubt that..."

Part of her was still surprised at how that was the truth. Sighing, Erika shifted Olive around a bit quickly to open the door and then walking into the hall as she made her way to her room. Once she entered though, she shivered a bit which caused Olive to look up at her with a concerned expression. "Mommy? Is something wrong?"

Blinking, Erika looked down at her with a slight frown. "Why would you think that?"

Softly sniffling, Olive snuggled into Erika's shoulder. "You've been really quiet, mommy. Sometimes you just stare off at something in the distance and shiver..."

With a soft sigh, Erika only shook her head. "It's nothing, Olive. Mommy's just got a lot on her mind with what happened is all..." Setting Olive down on the bed, Erika pulled back the covers and got under them with the animatronic following. "Come here."

Several moments later, Olive was snuggled into Erika's hug as said young woman sighed. Not quite knowing what was wrong, Olive just hugged her. 'Mommy...'

However, despite snuggling with Olive, sleep was still a while in coming for Erika...
 
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    • Got in a weird mood, and now all of you shall suffer for it.


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    Having poked his head into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place, Ron blinked at the sight of a nervous Hermione and Tonks watching Harry who had his head hung. 'What the...'

    Beside him, Rose patted his back gently as Molly continued to cook. "Harry? Are you... okay?"

    After a moment, Harry sighed. "Aunt Rose? Have you ever eaten a clock?"

    The odd question caused Rose to blink some in confusion before she glanced at Tonks. "Uh... no? I can't say that I've ever eaten a clock before..."

    Chuckling, Harry raised his head. "Well... it can be very time-consuming."

    For several seconds, all was quiet before Tonks facepalmed. "Harry..."

    Rose, meanwhile, closed her eyes and then let out a sigh. "So you're in one of those moods. You know what, Harry? In the spirit of the holidays I'll forgive you for the terrible pun this once."

    A grin spread across Harry's face as he nodded. "Well, that's very... Genu-wreath of you, Aunt Rose."

    Twitching, Rose didn't say anything out loud. 'DAMMIT LILY! DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO PASS ON YOUR LOVE OF PUNS TO YOUR SON!? AND WHOEVER INTRODUCED HIM TO THEM WILL BE GETTING THEIR ASSES KICKED!'

    Suddenly, people turned at the sound of something clattering and noticed that a container with herbs had been thrown to the side by Molly who looked at Tonks. "I wouldn't normally ask this, but I need you to do a run for me. I need some herbs and I can't use the ones here because they're too old."

    With a sigh, Tonks shook her head. "Molly, I can't. I wouldn't know what to get."

    Just as Molly was about to speak up, Harry did. "Yeah Mrs. Weasley. You don't want Tonks to have a bad thyme after all."

    Utter silence descended on the kitchen as even Molly had to hold back a groan at that. 'I don't know what's worse, the Twins with their pranks, or Harry and his puns...'

    Groaning, Hermione banged her head on the table. "Harry, stop. Just please... stop."

    A giggling caused them to look up at Aya. "I don't know, I rather like them."

    While he leaned back and gave her a grin, Harry snickered. "Yeah, coming up with puns is like trying to catch fog... it's rather hit or mist."

    Slamming her head into the table, Rose hissed. "Oh my God, Harry. For the love of all things just stop."

    As she let out a sigh, Tonks got up and walked toward the back door. "You know what, I'm just going to leave for those herbs after all."

    His hands in his pockets, Harry only nodded. "Just be careful, Tonks. It's very muggy outside."

    For a second, Tonks paused and then opened the door. "Right I..." Trailing off, she blinked and then turned to Harry. "Did... you put all those old mugs we weren't using outside just in the hopes of making that joke?"

    Harry only grinned at her. "Would I be me if I didn't?"

    Sighing, Tonks leaned her head against the doorframe. "I suppose that you wouldn't be who you are now if you didn't..."

    With a growl, Rose got up and slammed one paw down onto the table. "Okay, Harry, that's enough!" As Harry closed his eyes with a smile, Rose continued. "As your aunt I am afraid that I cannot allow the use of such agonizing jokes any longer!"

    Humming, Harry opened one eye. "Oh... are you going to pun-ish me?"

    All Rose did was shake her head as she held her paws in the air. "No. Nothing like-Wait, was that a pun."

    Slowly, Harry nodded. "Yes."

    Now unamused, Rose stared at him. "Then yes, perhaps I should punish you."

    The grin on Harry's face slowly grew. "Are you going to send me to-"

    Hermione interrupted him as she guessed where this was going. "Harry, no!"

    Ignoring her, Harry finished. "Pun-itentiary? Or maybe-"

    Even Ron started in on him. "Harry, stop."

    Just the same, Harry continued. "Or maybe the pun-geon?"

    Throwing her paws into the air, Rose only sighed and disappeared. "Fuck this shit, I'm out."

    With a sigh, Harry shrugged. "Guess that she couldn't bear my puns."

    Outside the door, unseen by everyone, Snape only let out a quiet sigh with a smile across his lips. 'That reminds me so much of Lily...'
     
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    • Well, "weird" was accurate, but I'm pretty sure I suffered from the cough I currently have more (and it's more annoying than anything).
     
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    • Knocking on the door set aside for the "Computer Lab" in the animatronics shop, Erika opened it and poked her head in to look at Richard. "Hey, Richard? Got a minute to spare?"

    With a snort, he shook his head. "Always got a minute, why?"

    Even as she raised an eyebrow at the clutter in the room, Erika hummed. "Found something for you in the old Fazbear's Pizzeria. Turned out that there was an old animatronic there in a room. I... don't think that we'll be able to repair it."

    A shudder ran through her which Richard blinked at. 'Weird...'

    Shaking it off, Erika brought out a small jewelry box. "Anyways, got something from it for you."

    There was a grin on Richard's face as he spread out his arms. "Aw, you're proposing to me. I always knew that my good looks and winning attitude would win someone over, just never expected it to be you."

    For several moments, Erika gave him a hooded look before rolling her eyes. "And you wonder why you can't get a girlfriend. Maybe one day you'll just build yourself one."

    As he gave her a fake thoughtful look, Richard nodded a bit. "Maybe I should." However, he was unable to keep it up and burst out laughing as Erika only shook her head at his antics. "Anyways... so you found some old, unrepairable animatronic? And got something from it for me?"

    Still amused, Erika handed over the small box. "Managed to remove the CPU from it and it looks intact. Figured that since the one in question is an original FredBear animatronic..."

    Eyes wide, Richard gently grasped the box and opened it before he took out the CPU and looked at it from different angles. "Hmm... you're right, it does look intact."

    Twirling his chair around, he placed it onto the desk and reached in to pull out something that caused Erika to stare. "What in the ever loving hell is that thing, Richard?!"

    While he paused, Richard looked over his shoulder. "Something wrong?"

    Erika stared at him and then gestured at the device that looked like someone had taken one of the endoskeleton heads, put it on top of some sort of box, and then had wires all over. "That, Richard! That looks like something from a horror movie."

    Snorting, he grinned as he hooked the device into his computer. "It's something that I whipped up so that I can work on the various animatronic CPUs without needing to place them into the endoskeletons. Basically, I can have a look at their programming and run it without worry."

    Now interested, Erika pulled up a chair and watched as Richard gently cleaned the CPU and then slipped it in. "See, I still don't understand what the heck you're really talking about, but whatever."

    As he booted it up, Richard shook his head. "Thanks... that said, I really want to look at the programming and... ah, there we go." Leaning into the screen as various windows popped up, he blinked and frowned. "Huh... Now that's rather interesting."

    Raising an eyebrow, Erika looked herself and frowned a bit, not noticing that the eyes on the endoskeleton were focused on her and Richard. "What's interesting? I'm only understanding maybe a quarter of that."

    With a thoughtful frown, Richard pointed at a line of code. "Okay, see, Fazbear's has always been rather infamous in the programming community. No one outside the company has really be allowed to look at their code until our boss let the police did. There were always rumours about it, but that's all once you look at how freaking complicated their legal contracts were. Open your mouth too much and you would have lawyers coming down left and right. Heck, most programmers stated that they couldn't remember the programming besides bits and pieces. Bullshit."

    Unseen by Richard, Erika winced. 'Maybe not...'

    However, he just continued. "But since I've gotten a look at them? Holy shit, Erika. If Fazbear wrote the original code, then the man was a genius beyond any others... which might explain why he went insane, some of the greatest genii in history snap at some point." Gettng a raised eyebrow, he shrugged. "Anyways, the big secret is inside the AI of the animatronics."

    Shrugging, Erika gave him a look. "Yeah, they're pretty damn advanced."

    That caused Richard to look back at her and shake his head. "No, that's putting it mildly." He then pointed at one line of code. "See, their programming grants the AI the ability to learn over time. But even more then that, in a way they're similar to human minds in that they can also improve themselves in a sense. They can observe their surroundings and over time, learn how to do their jobs more efficiently. In this case, they can observe children and over time realize how to make children react better, and then put that into practice themselves. And that's not all."

    Already, Erika's eyes were wide before she stared at Richard. "Holy hell... what do you mean that's not all?"

    Richard just shook his head. "Give them a download of new, improved coding and the programming will sort it in by itself. Make itself run more efficiently. In that way, they get better and better over time at what they're supposed to do. If I wasn't seeing it for myself, I would call outright bullshit."

    With her eyebrows furrowed, Erika frowned. "Does that mean that they could... become self-aware?"

    It did not make Erika feel any better when Richard shrugged. "Can't tell you really. But if so, it would take years, probably decades of running the programs over and over again before it could. I can't think of a single animatronic whose been active for that long. Heck, the Fazbear Gang had their original programming pretty much wiped back in '75 before they were decommissioned a year later. Still... This is sci-fi shit in how cutting edge it is."

    Neither of them noticed how the endoskeleton head continued to watch them, though if they had, they would have noted that the eyes seemed somewhat softer then normal...
     
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    • Hmm, programmers not remembering most of the code? I agree with Erica, something's up, especially when I factor in the lengths Tony was willing to go to in order to make money, or the source of the designs of the animatronics.

    And oh boy, Springtrap's CPU is haunted. Question is, do we need to worry in a positive fashion, or a negative fashion?
     
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    Hmm, programmers not remembering most of the code? I agree with Erica, something's up, especially when I factor in the lengths Tony was willing to go to in order to make money, or the source of the designs of the animatronics.

    And oh boy, Springtrap's CPU is haunted. Question is, do we need to worry in a positive fashion, or a negative fashion?
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    Finagle007 said:
    Given that Vincent is still alive in this fic, it's too soon to tell either way... That last line seems to hint at "positive", but...
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    Haunted? Maybe. But based on the hints provided so far, I think the conversation Erika and Richard just had will prove extremely relevant. Especially the last few lines. Maybe the CPU is haunted... Or maybe it's a 'naturally born / evolved' AI, made from being on with no shutdown or reset or what-have-you at all for decades, meeting the requirements Richard lined out for such to happen.
     
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    • Walking through the nearly abandoned hallway of Hogwarts, Albus looked up at his companion who was looking around. "I must thank you again for coming, Veronica. But if there is a chance of a Horcrux in the school then I need to know."


    Slowly, Veronica nodded before she looked down at the old wizard beside her with a smile. "It's not an issue..." Her expression then turned sly. "As long as you give me a number of those sherbet lemon candies."

    As his eyes twinkled, Dumbledore smiled widely. "I believe that I can give you a number of them. After all, it is not often that I find someone else who enjoys them."

    Veronica just chuckled. "Well, it has been years since I've had one. Not to mention..." Trailing off, she stiffened and stopped. "Hold on..."

    The previous good mood evaporating, Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "You sense one then?" At her nod, he seemed to look every bit of his age. "Then it is as I feared."

    Frowning, Veronica held up her paw which held the remains of the diary with the locket wrapped around it. On her waist was a sack which contained the remains of Negini. "I can feel the resonance with the others... It's close."

    Quickly, though not so much so to leave Dumbledore behind, Veronica began to move through the hallways. Eventually though, she came to a stop close to a tapestry showing a wizard and several trolls in tutus. As the undead woman growled, Dumbledore frowned some. "Veronica?"

    With a snarl, she whipped around. "I can feel it! Very close, almost like it's right here, but there's nothing!"

    Now thoughtful, Dumbledore walked up to her. "Curious. I remember this hallway as a matter of fact." That caught Veronica's attention as she turned toward the headmaster. "A number of years ago I found need for a washroom and a room appeared around here filled with chamber pots." His eyes began to twinkle in some humor. "While I never did find the room again, I do believe that it is highly unlikely that Tom would use a chamber pot as a Horcrux." It was then that Dumbledore noticed that Veronica had stiffened. "Hmm?"

    Her eyes wide, she turned and regarded him. "Back in October, Harry mentioned a room here. He called it 'The Room of Requirement' and said that he held lessons for the DA. Apparently the room can change itself to fit whatever need the person has..."

    The pieces slid into place within Dumbledore's mind. "Such as a place to hide a Horcrux. If he found it, no doubt Tom would believe himself clever to use it for a hiding spot, likely thinking that no one but him would ever know it was here." Looking at her sharply, he frowned. "Do you know how to access the room?"

    For several moments, Veronica had her eyes closed before she nodded. "According to Harry, you need to walk along here several times while thinking of what you need. Then a door to the room will appear in the wall." Sighing, she turned toward the headmaster. "I think it best if you do so though. After all, it may not work for me considering my... condition."

    Acknowledging the point, Albus began to walk back and forth along the hall as he repeated a mantra in his head. 'I need the place that Tom hid his Horcrux... I need the place where Tom his his Horcrux...' Suddenly a door appeared in the wall and he smiled as he opened it. Then his expression dropped seeing the room which had piles of objects that reached nearly to the roof. "Well... Perhaps it may be a bit harder then expected to find it."

    While she facepalmed, Veronica sighed. "I believe that would be putting it mildly." Grimacing, she slowly shook her head. "Have I ever told you that I positively hate mazes?"

    Slightly amused, Dumbledore shook his head. "No, I do not believe that you have."

    Rolling her eyes, Veronica snorted. "Then let me tell you, I hate mazes." She then waved her hand toward the door. "Well, I suppose that we should get going then..."

    Once he took a step inside, Dumbledore hummed a bit. "Thankfully, we shouldn't need long as you can track down the Horcrux."

    Veronica looked around as she focused on the resonance she could feel and then gestured in a direction. "It's somewhere in that direction..."

    Together, the two of them made their way through the maze of piles composed of junk from yesteryear.

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    Looking at the item where it rested inside a iron box, Veronica frowned a bit as she unwrapped a sherbet lemon. After she popped it into her mouth, she rolled the sweet around before gesturing with one claw at the tiara-like object. "So... what exactly is this and why did you seem so put out?"

    Still glaring at it, Dumbledore sighed. "This would be the lost Diadem of Rowena Ravenclaw. The fact that Tom has... tainted it has made me rather angry. This is one of the few remaining belongings of the Founders and to see it in such a way...'

    After she thought it over, Veronica nodded. "I suppose that I can see where you might be coming from. Though it's a good thing that we don't need to worry about destroying it."

    That got her a relieved expression from Dumbledore. "A fact for which I am thankful for... though that begs the question of how he may have come across it." Running a hand along his beard, he frowned. "Slytherin's locket he was lucky to come across, then we have possibly Hufflepuff's goblet, which would have been easy for him to find." Dumbledore leaned back into his chair and looked toward where Gryffindor's sword was. "Thankfully, the one relic of Gryffindor's is safe and is highly unlikely for him to have ever reached."

    Reaching for another sherbet lemon, much to Dumbledore's slight amusement, Veronica hummed. "This would make... what? Five of these things we've found? Three of which are destroyed?"

    If anything, Dumbledore began to smile. "Yes, which means that we have two items remaining. I shall need some time to perform some research, but I believe that it should not be too much trouble. And once we have those and destroyed them..."

    Her eyes narrowing as they glowed, the animatronic fox nodded. "Then, with his One Rings destroyed, he'll be mortal and we can finish this once and for all."

    Slowly raising an eyebrow as he closed the iron box that the diadem was in, Dumbledore frowned. "'One Rings'?"

    Blinking, Veronica just stared at him. "Never read the Lord of the Rings books I take it?" At the shake of the head, she shrugged. "You should actually, the whole Horcrux thing made me think of Sauron and his One Ring." Several seconds passed and then she started laughing. "Oh bloody hell... I guess that would make you Gandalf the Grey then!"

    Utterly confused, Dumbledore only hummed with a slight smile as he made a note to try and get the books in question.

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    Hearing a sound, Bellatrix turned only to fall to her knees as Voldemort entered her room. Not looking at his face, she kept her face close to the ground. "My Lord..."

    With her eyes to the floor, she didn't see his face... Or how he kept looking at the shadows in the corner as he wiped from blood from the wound on his head. "Bellatrix... my most loyal follower. I have need of your help in a project."

    As her eyes widened, Bellatrix nodded. "Of course, my Lord. I am yours to for whatever purpose that you may have."

    There was a slight twitch of one of Voldemort's bloodshot eyes as he thought he saw two red eyes looking at him before they disappeared. 'So few loyal to me... ready to strike at me if they think that they can do so.' Slowly looking down at the witch at his feet, he grinned. "Very good, Bellatrix. Now rise, I have a need to... improve the Dark Mark and I shall use you to help."

    It said something that Bellatrix did not think anything off about how he said he was going to improve the mark that all the Death Eaters had. "Yes, my Lord."

    Gently bringing her to her feet, Voldemort watched her with madness in his eyes. 'Yes... any traitors shall suffer.' Turning he chuckled. "Come, we have much work to do..."
     
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    • Well... Voldemort seems to have suffered a critical failure in his sanity... Maybe if he hadn't purposely broken apart his soul
     
    Dragonin said:
    Well... Voldemort seems to have suffered a critical failure in his sanity... Maybe if he hadn't purposely broken apart his soul
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    Based on what he's done so far since his mental encounter with Harry's Aunt and Veronica, it's very likely that Voldemort is intending to prove, both to himself and his minions and especially his enemies, that he is the one who frightens and terrifies people and that the great and powerful Dark Lord Voldemort does not get scared. Considering the kind of stuff we already know him to be capable of, this could potentially be... Bad. Very, very bad. Because this will likely provide him both the motivation and the inspiration to get creative. And a creative Voldemort... Yeah. He might actually be more of a threat than I thought he'd be.
     
    This is likely to be a bad thing for the Death Eaters. On the plus side, at least Tom isn't likely to be trying to recreate the Joy of Creation for his followers.
     
    So we have a steadily-more-insane Voldemort AND that monster Vincent to deal with... oy vey. And let's not be forgetting certain members of the Ministry, who would NOT APPROVE of the animatronics...
     
    Finagle007 said:
    So we have a steadily-more-insane Voldemort AND that monster Vincent to deal with... oy vey. And let's not be forgetting certain members of the Ministry, who would NOT APPROVE of the animatronics...
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    I can see large chunks of the ministry not liking the bots for one reason or another; the DMLE, because of the dark magic, the death eater sympathizers, because of the muggle tech, whatever department it is that Arthur nominally works for, since they're obviously misused muggle artifacts, the Department of Mysteries, since they're interesting and not in their grasp, the Department for Control and Regulation of Magical Creatures, since you could argue they qualify, Fudge and his supporters, since they're connected to Harry...

    Really, the list goes on and on...
     
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    • Vicky leaned her chin against one paw as she watched Erika doing some work on animatronic components. "Can I ask you, something Erika?"

    Looking up from where she was working, Erika nodded with a slight smile. "You know that you can ask me anything, Vicky. I'll answer any of your questions that I can after all. So...?"

    There was a slight frown on the animatronic's face as she looked toward what looked like a stack of CPUs that she had just sorted through. "I was actually wondering about the CPUs. I mean, you took one out of that other animatronic in the sealed room, so how important are they for us to function?"

    With a hum, Erika leaned back into her chair with a thoughtful expression. "Now that is a interesting question." Several seconds passed as she gathered her thoughts before she nodded. "See, for a Fazbear animatronic without a spirit to operate, it needs the CPU. After all, it contains the animatronic's artificial intelligence. That AI is composed of programming that determines how the animatronic will react. In the case of, say, you? The AI acts more like a guide in how you should act."

    Her eyebrows furrowed, Vicky's frown deepened. "So... we need it? Because I thought that you removed it at some point from Andrew for cleaning recently?"

    A smile grew on Erika's face as she nodded. "And you're right, I did. I wasn't sure if back then the CPU had anything to do with keeping your souls in the animatronics. But... as it turned out, it didn't."

    Intrigued, Vicky blinked as she leaned forward a bit. "How did you figure that out?"

    For several moments, Erika was quiet before she sighed and shook her head. "I noticed that Robbie's needed a good, through cleaning and so I shut him down for a time to do some work. At the time, I was over here and didn't notice Olive come in and she reactivated him before the two took off to have some fun together."

    That caused Vicky to blink for several moments. "Wait... you're telling me that you found out entirely by accident?"

    Nodding, Erika snorted. "Yup." A moment later though, she grimaced. "I grounded Olive for it, let's say it wasn't easy on either of us."

    Her expression rather thoughtful, Vicky looked at the CPUs there. "So in other words it's not one of those parts that we need?"

    Erika shook her head however. "You need them alright, but only as a guide of sorts to tell you how to react. They got stuff such as how to act if a child is hurt, how to play instruments, and so on. But if something was to happen to you guys' CPUs, I have basic backups stored. I could just take one of the extra CPUs, download the basic program before replacing your old ones." She then pointed at the animatronic parts she was working on. "But if a normal animatronic doesn't have them, they can't function. Like the extra endo we got from Freddy's. It has no CPU at all so it can't function."

    Tilting her head some, Vicky hummed. "But what are you going to do with the one you recovered? I mean, if it works and everything."

    Frowning slightly, Erika took a sip of her coffee before she shrugged. "I know for a fact that I wouldn't be able to make that old suit work again. however, the CPUs are pretty much plug and play so we can put it into a new endoskeleton and away we go. Grant you, we might need to transfer everything over to a new CPU to take advantage of new technology, but that's not really a problem..."

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    Outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, all was quiet in the dark of the night. For the first time in decades, the lights outside were turned off as the paper on the door stating that demolition was to start in January flapped in the wind. However, if one was to look inside, they would have seen a light moving around. "Where are you? Come out, come out, and play little children..." Utter silence met the silhouette before it growled. "Where are they!? I need them!"

    After several moments, it turned and made it's way to where the secret room was before there was a crack as an axe swung and embedded itself into the wall. it didn't take long before the there was a large hole in the wall and the man entered the room. Stopping in front of the slumped over form of the springsuit Bonnie. "Without them, how can I repair you... and spread the Joys of Creation..."

    Crouching in front of it, the man stared into the empty eyes for several minutes before something in his broken mind came to the fore and he grinned. "Wait... that's right. I remember that mall having some animatronics... heh... hehehehe..."

    Once he stood up, he turned and regarded the silent forms of Shadow Bonnie and Shadow Freddy. "Looks like we need a little roadtrip..."
     
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    Outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, all was quiet in the dark of the night. For the first time in decades, the lights outside were turned off as the paper on the door stating that demolition was to start in January flapped in the wind. However, if one was to look inside, they would have seen a light moving around. "Where are you? Come out, come out, and play little children..." Utter silence met the silhouette before it growled. "Where are they!? I need them!"

    After several moments, it turned and made it's way to where the secret room was before there was a crack as an axe swung and embedded itself into the wall. it didn't take long before the there was a large hole in the wall and the man entered the room. Stopping in front of the slumped over form of the springsuit Bonnie. "Without them, how can I repair you... and spread the Joys of Creation..."

    Crouching in front of it, the man stared into the empty eyes for several minutes before something in his broken mind came to the fore and he grinned. "Wait... that's right. I remember that mall having some animatronics... heh... hehehehe..."

    Once he stood up, he turned and regarded the silent forms of Shadow Bonnie and Shadow Freddy. "Looks like we need a little roadtrip..."
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    So. Purple Guy is starting his plans. Seriously have to wonder who's going to be the bigger threat, Purple Guy or Voldemort. On the one hand, Purple Guy has himself (not something to be underestimated, even considering the opposition he faces; he was the one who killed and stuffed most of the Animatronics into their suits after all if I understand things right, ) 2 ghosts that can emulate Animatronics, and is going after more Animatronics at the mall, though it doesn't sound like those are going to be as effective as Fredbear Animatronics.

    While Voldemort has himself (also not to be underestimated, considering what he was capable of in canon; can't remember did they get all of his Horcruxes yet? I think there's at least still the Cup in Gringotts... ) his Deatheaters (with varying levels of competency true and the most dangerous Deatheaters being relatively few in number, but the experiments Voldemort has decided to do starting with Belletrix might change how dangerous they will eventually be, ) and the creatures he managed to recruit ( not sure exactly what he'll have here, at least werewolves and Dementors; the Animatronics can probably beat the Dementors though a horde of them could still be dangerous but a rampaging Werewolf? Tougher to guess. )
     
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