Please Remember To Recycle

In a time long after Fazbear Frights, Fazbear industries has made mint off of customers "gullible" enough to believe in the hauntings and crazy murders surrounding their pizzerias. They'd still try to run their restaurants on the side, with mixed success, but the company didn't realize what they had inadvertently stumbled upon; a baby step towards immortality. As the dead piled up, usually high school students, elderly, or people unfortunate enough to pick up night guard duty seemed to end up dead one way or another, our numbers were bolstered, and the foundation for this place was paved in bones, blood, metal and plastic. Sometimes literally.

Well, the machines that fell apart and the dead often packed inside of them or their costumes are strange, animate beings these days, living in a quiet little community here. They'd wake up a few days or few weeks later in a mechanical body, with whatever meaty bits they had left kinda rotting and sloughing off, usually pretty gross. Theory most of us have is something to do with a puppet or something about magnetic tape or some sorta undead voodoo or magic. Whatever it was, we're still conscious, even if we can barely feel our surroundings. It's like trying to feel and see through a thick blanket, and some of us function when engineering would normally state us as broken. Hell, a few times we had arms and legs crawling about with no apparent owner!

We've more or less set up a small society in the dump here, some of the others tend to stick with others they knew before all this, or stick with others who share their same costume. A few tried starting gangs, a few just went about enjoying all the rotting relics around us. Me? I run the library, such as it is, and as you can see, I'm in a Chica costume.

Some tried running away from the dump to return to their old lives, usually sent back in another truck, in more pieces. Some have run off only to return, saying they couldn't find any sign of civilization after walking for days and days along the road. A few tried hitching rides on the trucks back to a city but waste management people tended to deploy countermeasures (Really, they just got push brooms and swatted us off, didn't seem like they understood us.) Some we've never heard from again, judging by your presence here though, they said nothing about the rest of us here.

We've only been able to learn of the outside world weeks after the events unfold from discarded newspapers. Week after week, we'd usually get one or two newcomers, usually with a bit of fight or flight left in em, coming fresh off one of the trucks. Most of us kinda gave up on trying to go back to our old lives or ending our new ones, since any serious damage didn't seem to slow us down one bit. We figured out several decades had gone by from all the newspaper clippings, while they still came. Eventually the trucks stopped coming, however.

We've been in the dark, as we don't seem to get any sort of radio signal here, and we're in a blind spot of satellites. We sent a few scout parties to figure out what was going on, and many dead were found. We're guessing some sort of epidemic or pandemic, since they weren't fried to a crisp or anything, but hey, we got in touch with you!

So here you'll see the park we've set up, was easy with this much mulch and so many people throwing away tree clippings. Careful, that's not one of the nicer Foxies, she's been rather bitter and violent since she got here. Ah, we can tell the difference in who's what by which side they've got a pog impaled on the shoulder joint. Anyway, over there's where we distribute goods, there's a "sleeping" area where we just kinda stop moving for a bit and laze about. Over yon is the lost and found bins, where we keep the spare limbs and such that don't seem to have owners.

Over there's the hall of records, such as it is, you saw the library, and over there's the discotheque, since we got a mostly functioning jukebox. How the hell do we power it? That's... actually a good question, I'll look into that. But anyways, while it's far from any sort of paradise, we've really nowhere else to go, especially since it's likely any families we've had are long dead. Last paper we had showed nearly a century had passed and all. We're still trying to find what became of Fazbear Industries.

There's lots of folks you'll find here, it's quite comforting to a lot of us to know humans weren't wiped out by some super plague or all-out nuclear war, bummer to hear it's mostly due to infections being nearly incurable though. Leader? We don't really have one, probably would piss off some folks outside to learn we function more like a commune, but some of the elders who died were baby boomers, they still had some knowledge of the hippie era that hadn't been destroyed by mind-altering drugs. Oh, you may wanna stay away from over there, that's the field of aggression, where some of us go to lash out and vent frustrations, sometimes it's just a lot of loud noise and stomping feet, sometimes it's washing machines hurtling through the air.

Names? Eh, that's for those of us who haven't lost who we were, or moved on past that. We were desperate enough for outside contact though, that we agreed by majority that we don't care if the outcome involves us being disassembled or cut apart, as it were, as at least most of us could perhaps offer some sort of advances to the people out there. I also assure you that all of us are ambulatory, if not incomplete, even the ones who stopped moving long enough for crap to start growing on them are capable of moving, they just choose not to. Like the couple who came together as a result of our incidents, sitting on top of that trash heap over there. Always facing and watching each sunset. I'm sure some of the people you relay this to will find that sappy romantic crap pretty interesting.

Ah, you noticed we're not all the core four that most people are familiar with? That's correct, there's been a few incidents with dead night guards and some of the animatronics of the "toy" era, and a few seasonal variants scattered in. We actually had some of the rare prototypes of the core four and a few others they were wanting to try out show up here, but if there's anyone in em like the rest of us, they've made no attempt to let us know.

Hm? Other dumps have clusters like us as well? I'd LOVE to hear more about them! Ah, continue the tour? Well, alright. Honestly, we tend to just wander about, looking for anything to do, the worst thing is honestly the boredom. I've gone through every piece of literature that's shown up here legibly, from receipts to takeout menus. Read all the books in the library a good dozen times each for the stories I didn't like, I've lost count of how many times I've read the ones I do like.

Yeah, there's bickering and discord among us. Some of the Freddies currently have it out for some of the Bonnies, arguments among the various Chicas (I can't STAND to listen to Chris-Chica 23). Naming convention? First name if you remember it, costume, and year of death generally. Anyway, you were saying, about other dumps now?