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Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica had just recently gotten out of the shop. The Boss had the new sound-systems installed into them so they'd sound better, and while they were in the shop, she made minor repairs and modifications to them. They all had their bolts tightened, and joints oiled. Freddy had his top-hat painted purple, as well as his bow-tie. Chica had the font on her bib changed to that which you'd see the "Saints Row" title in, and it was given purple borders, though it still said "Let's Eat!" Bonnie was already purple, so The Boss just gave him a chain-necklace with a gold Saints' Fleur pendant on it.

Foxy, however, was still in the shop. When The Boss and her mechanic opened up Foxy, they had found that a lot of his joints had rusted over, many of the connecting bolts were loose and/or broken, and bits of his endoskeleton were missing here and there. Foxy needed far more repairs than any of the others. The Boss had made it her personal mission to not only see to Foxy's repairs, but to modify and improve him to be the baddest pirate on the seven seas. After all, if the Saints are going to expand someplace outside of Stilwater, what better place than the vast blue ocean?

Since the custom parts she needed were taking a while to get there, and she couldn't exactly find an "Animatronics Parts store" to rob, she ended up spending a lot more time lounging around in Purgatory while she waited. Eventually, she got a phone call from Troy, the Chief of Police.

"You mind telling me what the hell's going on?" Troy asked in an irritated tone.

"About what?" The Boss asked.

"About the manager of an electronics store being forcefully stuffed into a tiny vault..."

"Oh yeah, I remember that," The Boss reminisced.

"The media is all over my a** about this case. Now you may be a little crazy at times, but I know you didn't do this. This is straight up serial-killer s**t."

"Huh, yeah he probably is, now that I think about it," The Boss realized.

"So, if you hand over the guy who did this, the media will ease off of me, and I'll be able to ease off of the Saints in return."

"Aww, you'd do that for little ol' me?"

"Just hand him over, and you have my word. Eye-witness reports say he's a 'tall, twitchy man, with a lot of body hair.'"

"That's not quite right," The Boss audibly chuckled. "Sorry to say, Troy, but you can't have him. He's mine."

"What?! Oh my God, are you ******** him?" Troy asked in disbelief.

"No! I'm pretty sure he doesn't even have the parts for that... though he is in the shop right now, I could order those up... Nah, the pistons would be too rough on me."

"What the ******** are you talking about?!" Troy shouted over the phone.

"Robots, Troy. I have some new animal-shaped-robot-buddies."

"Robots..." Troy repeated after her, unamused.

"Mhmm,"

"You're saying that robots stuffed the manager into the safe."

"No, just one. The others were back at the base."

"What am I supposed to tell these goddamn reporters? That a killer-robot is on the loose?"

"How should I know, Troy? You're the cop. Make something up. Frame someone. I don't know."

Pierce walked into The Boss's office. "Listen, Troy, I gotta go. I'll talk to you later," she hung up the phone. "What's up, Pierce?"

"I'm here to cash in on that lunch you owe me," Pierce said with smug self-confidence.

"Huh," The Boss tried to remember, "Oh right, for the security thing. Here," The Boss pulled a wad of cash out of her pocket, and walked over to Pierce. She held the cash over Pierce's shoulder, which confused him, until he looked behind, and saw Freddy standing directly behind him. Pierce jumped back and yelped as Freddy took the wad of cash. "How the ******** long has he been standing there?"

"He's been there literally the entire time you have," The Boss told her scared friend, "Freddy, you go with Pierce wherever he wants for lunch, 'kay?" Freddy nodded.

"Woah, hold up. I thought I was going witchyu!" Pierce protested.

"I said I'd buy you lunch, Pierce. I never said I'd go with you," she reminded him, "besides, I still need to watch over Patchwork's repairs."

"Man, this some ol' bullshit," Pierce complained. "Why'd you even bring back these freaky ******** in the first place?"

"You ever see that movie, Terminator? I always thought that robot was such a bad-a**, how he'd just kill bitches like it wasn't no thing. Then the sequel came out, and they were like 'Noo, Terminator, you can't kill people!' ********' worst sequel ever."

"Terminator 2 was about a machine learnin' the value of human life! It was way better than the first one!"

"Whatever you say Pierce. All I'm saying is that I'm not gonna let our robots p***y out like that. Oh, and before I forget, I added some new songs to all the robots, to try and help them communicate. If any of them start singing 'Gangsta b***h,' that means they want to see me, and I gave Freddy every Queen song in existence."

"Why the hell'd you do somethin' like that?"

"Because his name's Freddy, duh," The Boss stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"But I like Queen!" Pierce continued to protest.

"Then what's the problem? Go on, go have fun with Freddy."

"But he's like some movie monster, the way he goes around killin' people."

"So? Last week, I saw you hangin' out with Carlos. You didn't seem to have a problem with him," The Boss reminded him.

"Man, that's different! Carlos is like family to us!"

"Carlos eats people's brains, Pierce. Freddy doesn't eat people... I don't think."

"You're just fillin' me with confidence, the way you say that," Pierce quipped sarcastically.

"Just get the ******** out, already! I got s**t to do!"

"Man..." Pierce muttered under his breath, as he turned around and walked to the elevator, Freddy following close behind.

"Tonight, I'm gonna have myself a real good time~" Freddy sang to Pierce.

"At least one of us will."
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The two got into Pierce's Humvee and went on their way. Freddy stared at Pierce the entire time he was driving, making him extraordinarily uncomfortable. "Stop staring at me! Damn!" Pierce blurted out as he drove. Freddy, realizing he was making his new friend uncomfortable, diverted his attention over to the road. They stopped at a very fancy and expensive restaurant in the Saints Row district. The kind that only rich people in movies eat at. The kind Pierce had always dreamed of one day being able to afford eating at. Though, the creepy robot bear accompanying him sort of spoiled the fantasy a bit.

When they entered the building, the hostess looked at the two of them with bemusement. "Welcome, do you have a reservation?" she asked with a tinge of condescension.

"s**t, I didn't know this was that kinda place," Pierce said, disappointed that he didn't call ahead.

"If you don't have a reservation, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she informed the two. Pierce, in his disappointment was just about to leave, when Freddy approached the hostess and slyly handed her a hundred dollar bill. "Oh! Right this way, gentlemen," she said, changing her attitude a little, though still condescending. She lead them to a window-side table, and handed them both menus. "My name is Karen, and I'll be your hostess today. Why don't you look over those menus for a while, and I'll be back shortly."

Karen left to do whatever, as Pierce and Freddy looked over their menus. The menus were very minimalistic, without pictures, just a list of the various foods they had to offer. "Hey Freddy, are you even able to eat?" Pierce asked out of curiosity. Freddy looked up, and nodded to his companion. "How's that work? Did The Boss give you a robo-stomach while you were in the shop?"

"Laem ruo yojne ot yrt tsuj dna, smsinahcem ym fo seitilibapac lacigoloib ro lacigoloisyhp eht no snoitseuq ksa ton ew taht tseb si ti, edarmoc raed ym," Freddy said in deep nonsense, though it wasn't garbled anymore, thanks to his new speakers.

"What?" Pierce asked, scratching his head. Freddy just shrugged in response.

Karen came back with a notepad in hand, ready to take the order. "So, what will you be having?"

"Uhh..." Pierce looked over his menu, not really knowing what anything was, so he just said the thing on the menu that sounded fanciest, "I'll have the caviar."

"Oh? I didn't peg you as the caviar type," she said, again with that condescending tone. "And you, Mr. Bear?"

Freddy pointed to an item on the menu. "The Duckling a L'orange?" Freddy nodded. "Excellent choice, Mr. Bear." She took their menus, and walked away.

Pierce looked around the restaurant, and saw that all the snooty rich people were staring at them, and whispering about them. Pierce felt embarrassed, and out of place, especially since he wasn't exactly dressed to impress, wearing a sports jersey and baseball cap as he usually does. The embarrassment was only compounded by the fact that he had to be accompanied by an eight foot tall robot bear in a top-hat. If anybody else had told him to escort a creepy robot around town, he'd have told them to go ******** themself, but the truth was, he kind of liked it when The Boss cared enough about him to bully him.

Karen came back with two entreés in hand. To Freddy, she served a delicious looking roast duck with little orange slices adorning it all over. To Pierce, she served a bowl full of slimy black beady things, with a weird looking spoon to accompany it. "Enjoy," she said with sarcasm, before wandering off once again.

Freddy immediately started digging into the duck, cutting gently and evenly with his knife, and eating it one piece at a time. Every time he took a bite, he closed his eyes, and made a face vaguely resembling satisfaction.

Pierce just stared at his bowl of black stuff with disgust, as well as jealousy toward Freddy, for apparently being knowledgable about high-class food. "How the hell's he even know about this stuff? He lives in a damn pizza-joint!" Pierce thought to himself.

Freddy finished his duck. After he had finished, he noticed that Pierce hadn't taken a single bite out of his caviar. Freddy tilted his head in confusion. Pierce noticed Freddy looking at him, and quickly came up with an excuse, "Uhh, I just realized that I'm really cravin' some Freckle b***h's. Let's get outta here," Pierce said, quickly getting up and making his way to the door. Freddy left some money on the table, with a little extra as a tip, and followed Pierce out.

When they had gotten to Freckle b***h's, Pierce ordered a cheeseburger, and ate it at one of the outside tables. The tasty junk food made him feel a little better. All of a sudden, the two noticed a kid with his mother yelling excitedly. "Mommy! Mommy! Look! It's Freddy!"

"Wow, look at that! You want to go say hello?" The mother said to the little boy.

"Can I? Can I, please?" the boy asked with so much excitement, it seemed like he was about to explode.

"Sure, let's say 'hi' together."

As the two approached, Freddy got out of his chair to walk over to them. Pierce watched him, as he enjoyed his burger.

"Hey there little guy!" Freddy said in a warm and cheerful voice with a faint southern accent. Pierce had almost forgotten he had a voice that wasn't deep nonsense, or Queen.

"H-hi, F-F-Freddy!" the boy said, suddenly becoming a little shy.

"What's your name, friend?" Freddy asked.

"J-J-Johnny."

"And have you been having a fun day?"

"Y-yeah!"

"That's wonderful! Would ya like to see a trick?"

"Y-yes sir!"

Freddy stood up, and pulled off one of his buttons. "As you can see, the button is in my right hand," he showed Johnny and his mother the button in his right hand. He then closed his hand, and shuffled the button between his hands behind his back, then brought his hands back to his front. "Now, pick a hand."

Johnny picked the right hand, which Freddy opened to reveal was empty. "Aww," Johnny said with disappointment. "Keep goin'!" Freddy ushered the boy. So Johnny picked the left hand, and Freddy opened it to reveal a brand new Freddy Fazbear plush, which he handed to Johnny. Johnny hugged the plush tightly, "Thanks Freddy!" he said excitedly.

Freddy tipped his hat, letting the button he took off fall out, and back into his hand. "No problem, sport!" Freddy hugged the boy, "And you have a Freddy-rific day!" Freddy waved to the boy, as he and his mother walked away, and into the Freckle b***h's. Pierce, who had just finished his cheeseburger, walked up next to Freddy. "That was pretty cool," Pierce complimented, "How'd you do it?"

Freddy looked to Pierce with a smile, "It's a kind of magic," he sang.
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That night, back in Purgatory, after The Boss had been working long and hard all day, she and her trusty mechanic, who shall not be named, had finally completed their difficult goal. She rallied everyone to the main-room as she prepared for the big reveal, with the animatronics getting front seats, since her big project was one of their friends, after all.

"Ladies and gentlemen, after days of hard work and dedication, and a whole lot of whiskey breaks, maybe too many, we bring you the pinnacle in Saints technology," The Boss announced to the full room, "Introducing, the machine that will lead the forefront in our sea-faring conquest, new and improved, I bring you: The Dread Pirate, Cap'n Patchwork!"

Foxy walked out from behind the curtain, for all to see. He was wearing a black coat, with a matching black sailor's hat. His endoskeleton had been given shiny bronze finish, making him look rustic and bad-a**. The endoskeleton itself had been plated and water-tightened, so he could now safely be submerged in water. His hook had been replaced with a shiny new stainless-steel hook, and a new mechanism had been built into his right arm, so that his hook could be fired and used as a grappling hook. His jaw still hung low, though that was just for appearance, and it had actually been reinforced with a steel bear-trap. His eyes had been given extra details, so they looked permanently blood-shot and mean, with a bright yellow back-light installed, to give his eyes an eery, ghostly glow. His eye-patch had a purple Saints' Fleur embroidered on it. His Foxy costume itself, however, was still rather patchy, still leaving much of his shiny bronze endoskeleton exposed. The Boss did this intentionally, as she felt his patchy appearance accentuated his piratey charm. Finally, Foxy had been given a cutlass, which hung at his right side, and a blunderbuss, strapped to his back, both fully functional and deadly.

Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica applauded, happy to see their old friend finally back in shape. Foxy raised his hook to the sky, and shrieked with joy. Finally, their group was back in their prime.