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Normally, when I'm writing Fan-Fiction, I like to do research on what I'm writing about, so I don't screw up a name, or a location, or a character. However, I'm going to make an exception for this chapter. I cannot be bothered to research the law and all of it's various complexities. So, if any of my readers are law students, or have jobs wherein they must know all the ins-and-outs of the law, please be forgiving as I stumble my way through a pretend court-case.
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The Boss and Pierce sat before Legal Lee in his office. They had met up to discuss the upcoming trial concerning The Boss's "theft" of the four animatronics from Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

"I've been doing some light research into these Fazbear Entertainment fellows," Lee began, "They're not doing so well, it seems. A dwindling customer base, numerous complaints about the animatronics and their odor, and a weekly carpet replacement, it seems that they were planning on closing the place down by the end of this month."

"Then what the ******** does it matter if I have their robots or not?" The Boss asked her attorney.

"You're a rich an influential 'entrepreneur,' as it is. It seems to me like what they really want is a load of cash to dig themselves out of this financial hole they've gotten themselves into."

"Well, they ain't gettin' it," The Boss scoffed, as she lit up a blunt to try and stave off the boredom of speaking legal affairs.

"Boss, why're you even botherin' with this s**t?" Pierce asked, "Usually, when you get a summons, you just ignore it, or kill whoever's pressin' the charges. What gives?"

She exhaled a big cloud of smoke, "Because, Pierce, I have ulterior motives."

"That's right," Lee chimed in, "about this counter-suit we discussed over the phone, I believe it's definitely possible for us to work this out, but we'd need evidence of your innocence, and support from your corporate sponsor."

"I already talked it over with Gryphon," she said, taking another puff from her blunt, "He said he's down with the Saints/Ultor group 'expanding' into children's restaurants."

"And about your innocence?" Lee asked.

"I didn't steal those robots," she claimed.

"Really?" Lee and Pierce asked in unison.

"Really. And shut the ******** up, Pierce," she insisted. "I don't got any reason to lie about what I steal. The car I drove over here in? Stole it. This blunt I'm smokin' right now? Stole it. Those designer glasses I got you for your birthday that you're currently wearing? Stole 'em. I didn't steal no robots, though."

Lee took his glasses off, and stuffed them into his desk drawer. "Well, I suppose that's trustworthy enough," Lee decided, as he dug around his drawer for his other pair of glasses.

"Like Hell it is!" Pierce interjected.

"Shut the ******** up, Pierce," Lee and The Boss said in unison. "Now, it's in our best interest if we cooperate with the Police on this case. I assume you handed the animatronics over to them?"

"Mmhmm," she mumbled, puffing on her blunt.

"Man, what if they kill one of them cops?" Pierce asked.

"It'll be fine, Pierce, I told them not to hurt Troy..." she said in a half-hearted sort of way.

"And if they kill someone who ain't Troy?"

"Actually," Lee interjected, "if they do, we could use that to our advantage. Did you do any modifications to the animatronics?"

"Just Patchwork..." she informed him, as she slumped over in her chair.

"Patchwork," he looked over his paperwork, "which one is that?"

"Patchwork the Pirate, the Dread'n'est Pirate on the semen seas..." she trailed off.

"Boss! Stay awake!" Pierce said, giving The Boss some light wake-up slaps.

"Hm?! Yeah, I'm up," she rose back up in her chair.

Lee looked through his paperwork. "Patchwork... Patchwork..." he mumbled as he read through, "Oh, you mean Foxy the Pirate?"

"Pfffft he he he," she giggled, "that's a girl's name."

"Yeah, that's the one," Pierce clarified.

"Well, uh, what kind of modifications did you make?"

"Uhhh... let's see, there was a bear-trap, a grapplin' hook, water-proofing, and uh... oh yeah, I also gave him glowy eyes," She told him.

"You put a bear-trap in a machine meant for entertaining children?" Lee asked.

"Nooo~, I put a bear-trap in a machine meant for swashbucklin'!"

"Alright, well I'm going to need you to try and make certain that our pirate friend won't hurt anyone for the time being. It would look bad on us if the only one you modified started going around killing people."

"'Kay, I'll give 'em a call after this," she said with a yawn.

"Now, did you alter their programming at all?"

"Nahh. Shaundi's the only one who'd know how to do that, and she wouldn't go near 'em. 'Sides, I like them how they are."

"That's good! That's good! I can work with that," he began gathering his paperwork together, "I think I've got all the information we need. I'll call you if something comes up. So, look sharp for our court-date next week! That means don't light up in the middle of it again."

"Aww, you're no fun..."

"Goodbye, Saints."
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The day of the court hearing. The Boss showed up in front of the court-house in a black Ultor-labelled limousine, alongside Eric Gryphon, her business partner who helped the Saints and Ultor come together to form the Saints/Ultor Conglomerate. The Boss was all dressed up for the occasion, wearing a long purple dress, with a white blazer on top, which may or may not be unusual for her. I don't know, I'm not going to tell you how to dress her up when you play the game. Pierce and Gat stood at the doors to the court-house, waiting on her arrival. Pierce was wearing a white suit with a purple undershirt, and a snazzy white beret, and Gat was wearing the same pinstripe suit he wore for his sentencing.

They all walked into the building, where Lee was waiting for them, with all of his paperwork organized and ready, and he proceeded to lead the group over to the court-room. When they entered, The Boss, Lee, and Gryphon sat at the Defendant's chairs, while Pierce and Gat took the pews directly behind them. At the other side of the room, at the Plaintiff's seat were three men. One of them was the overweight, bald manager that had hired The Boss on her security job. Another was a middle aged man, fairly slim, with brown hair, and old-fashioned square framed glasses. His tie was worn loose, and he seemed very concerned about the court proceedings. Finally, there was an unfriendly looking elderly man. He had an ugly grey toupé that couldn't possibly look more fake, and big bushy eyebrows that seemed permanently furrowed in an expression of contempt, as he stared toward the animatronics, who waited patiently behind the evidence table. The only other thing at the evidence table was a tape, presumably the security tape of Donnie's murder. The stenographer was a nervous young woman, sitting uncomfortably close to the animatronics. Bonnie glared at her the entire time, sensing her weakness. He loved to toy with the weak.

Finally, the judge walked into the courtroom. He was a southern gentleman, with gracefully grayed brown hair, and a full moustache, that made him look kind of like Burt Reynolds. As he sat down in his seat, he took notice of The Boss. He pointed at her with a puzzled look on his face. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" he asked her.

"Yes, Judge Bosko! Long time no see!" she said with a smile.

"Ahh yes, you're that lass from Saints Row. Almost didn't recognize you. Did you do something with your hair?"

"I've been getting that a lot lately," she said, maintaining her friendly demeanor.

"Well, it's good to finally hear your voice. You used to be so tight-lipped back in the day," he remarked, "Mhmm, now on to the case." He banged his gavel.

"All rise. The Honorable Judge Bosko, presiding. Court is now in session." someone from in a corner said, beginning the session.

"So, Fazbear Entertainment, you are suing miss... Gwendelyn Bossenstein... is that your real name?"

"Nope," The Boss replied.

"Oh you!" Judge Bosko laughed, then cleared his throat and returned to his duties, "You're suing Ms. Bossenstein for $5,000,000 for theft of company property, damage to reputation, and neglect, leading to the death of a one Donnie the mechanic."

"Uhhh yes, your honor," the brown-haired, glasses wearing fellow responded with a familiar disingenuous voice.

"And Ms. Bossenstein... well, before we get to that, what is your real name?"

"These days, everyone calls me The Boss," she responded.

"Very funny," Judge Bosko chuckled, "I like you." He cleared his throat again, and looked over his papers. "Ms. Bossenstein, you, alongside the Saints/Ultor Conglomerate, are countersuing for the ownership rights of the Freddy Fazbear crew, I assume that's these robots here, as well as the rights to 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' and all copyrights therein, for a dangerous work environment, endangerment of minors, and irresponsible construction and use of deadly weapons, leading to the death of a one Donnie the gangster mechanic."

"Yessir," The Boss responded.

"Alright, fellas from Fazbear Entertainment, let's hear your side first."

The brown haired bespectacled fellow took the stand. "Uh, Hello-Hello. My name is uhh Carter Scottson. I'm a uhh General-Advisor, and former uhh night security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I've been with the company for... wow, almost thirty years now. I really love this company, love the characters, and I love the looks on the children's faces when they see the animatronics come to life. It really brings warmth to my heart."

"Mr. Scottson, do you have a point?" Judge Bosko asked with an impatient look.

"Sorry, I get a little uhhh emotional when I think about the possibility of uhh losing this company that I've dedicated so much of my life to. Uhh, as Gregory, our store manager here tells me, Ms. Bossenstein coerced him into hiring her with implications of violence," he explained.

"Is that the manager, sitting next to you?" Judge Bosko asked.

"Uhh yes sir, that would be him," Carter confirmed.

"Then let him speak for himself. Mister uhh whatever your name is, take the stand and tell us how you met Ms. Bossenstein."

The fat little bald man took the stand. "Err, well we had put up a want-ad in the paper for a new night security guard. We go through a lot of them. It's a minimum wage job at a graveyard shift, so as you can imagine, most people don't stay for long. That's when The Boss-... err, Ms. Bossenstein came in. She showed me her resumé, and it was all a bunch of jokes. I honestly didn't take her very seriously. Then, she told me that she was the leader of the Third Street Saints. That's a street gang, your honor," he explained.

"I am aware. Continue with your story."

The manager rubbed the sweat off of his forehead nervously, as all eyes were on him. Even those damn animatronics he hated looking at so much, just stared at him, their faces totally vacant as if they hadn't a thought in the world. "So, then she started laughing at me. Trying to intimidate me. I tried to convince her not to take the job. Tried to convince her that it was dangerous. Then she told me that she was a killer. That she'd murder anybody who tried to break into the place, and while she was saying it, she looked at me like she was gonna murder me if I didn't do what she wanted."

"Is that right?" The Judge asked.

"Yeah, so I hired her. The next morning, I came back and the animatronics were all gone. A few days later, and we saw the news report about Bonnie the Bunny murdering that mechanic."

"Objection! Your honor, that rabbit is a boy!" The Boss called out.

"Overruled, that's irrelevant. Do you have anything further to say, sir?"

"No," the manager sat back down.

"Then back to you, Mr. Scottson," The Judge ordered.

"Uhh, thank you, your honor. So uhmm you see, these animatronic characters are made to entertain children. They couldn't hurt a fly, let alone lift an engine. These Saints must have modified the machines for uhhh their little gang activities, and it looks bad on us that they'd use our mascots like that."

"Is that all?" The Judge asked. Carter nodded. "Then you may be seated. Will the defendant take the stand?"

The Boss and Lee stood up.

"Tell us your side of the story."

The Boss started, "I had taken the job at Freddy's, as I enjoy taking small low-paying jobs like that on my free time. The manager didn't seem to like me, telling me to stay out of sight of the children, and other such hurtful things. They explained to me that the job was a simple security job. What they did not tell me, however, was that the robots would try to hunt me at night."

"Objection, your honor! That claim is ridiculous!" the older fellow who had kept quiet up until now finally spoke up.

"Overruled, I want to hear where this is going. Continue, Ms. Bossenstein."

"I saw that the Rab-bot had moved from his stage, so I tried to confront him to tell him to go back to his position, but he attempted to kill me. I narrowly avoided his attack, and retreated back to my office. That's when I found this."

Lee pulled out a cassette tape and stereo, and played the tape. It was a recording from Carter Scottson. "Uh, hello? I was told you might be the impatient type, so I left you this back-up tape, in case you missed out on something from my call. Uhh, you probably noticed that the animatronics get a bit quirky at night. Rest assured, this is totally normal. They're uhhh left on a sort of 'Free-roaming' mode to keep their servos from locking up. Now, there's nothing to worry about, but if they see you at night, then they probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll see you as a metal endoskeleton without its suit on. Now, since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they're probably going to try to forcefully put you into a Freddy Fazbear suit. Now, that wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for all the metal framing, wiring, and servos. As you can imagine, having your head forcefully put inside one of those masks would cause quite a bit of discomfort... and death. It's nothing to worry about really, though, and this first night should be a breeze. Well, talk to you tomorrow!" Carter said on the tape.

"Mr. Scottson," The Judge addressed him, "You said that these animatronics couldn't hurt a fly. Care to explain yourself?"

"Uhh uhh well," Carter stuttered, "There uhh may be a bit of a glitch in their systems uhm... they can't really see very well in the dark. That's uhh probably why they can't tell the difference between a human and an uhhh endoskeleton, we think."

"Objection!" Lee called out, "As is evident by security footage of Donnie's murder, the animatronics are more than capable of seeing in the dark."

"Hmm, but that murder happened after Ms. Bossenstein acquired the machines. Ms. Bossenstein, if you will, continue your story. How did you acquire the animatronics?"

"Right," The Boss continued, "So, after avoiding their assaults, I attempted to reason with the robots, and found that they could in-fact understand what I was saying. After playing their little game for a time, I was able to appease and befriend the robots."

"You say these robots can speak?" Judge Bosko asked.

"No, not really, they just understand what I'm saying."

Judge Bosko looked over to the robots, waiting patiently at the evidence table. "Is this true? Can the four of you understand what is being said here?" he asked them. The four of them nodded. "Interesting."

"So, after I befriended them, I invited them to come with me, so I could give them their needed repairs. The robots came with me of their own volition, I didn't steal them."

"What say you, robots? Did Ms. Bossenstein take you against your will?" Judge Bosko asked the Fazbear Four. They all shook their heads in response.

"Interesting. Mr. Scottson, are you aware that it is illegal to produce sentient robots in at least three of these United States?" Judge Bosko questioned him accusingly.

"Uhh well," Carter struggled to think of a response, "Uhh you see uhhh... we didn't make the animatronics!"

"I beg your pardon?" The Judge asked.

"W-we uhm p-purchased them from an older restaurant called uhhh," Carter explained, while the older gentleman next to him was giving him dirty looks, "F-Fredbear's Family Diner. Th-that's the one. We did not make any uhhh sentient robots."

"Is that so?" The Judge asked rhetorically. "Well, don't you worry yourself too much. Lucky for you, this ain't one of the states that's illegal in. Just rufflin' your feathers. Now, about these modifications..."

Lee cut in, "Ah yes. We handed the animatronics over to the police to inspect any and all modifications that were made. I now call to the stand Troy Bradshaw, the chief of Police, to report on his findings."

Troy walked out from the pews and approached the stand. "Good to see you again, Troy," The Judge greeted.

"Likewise, I guess," Troy said awkwardly as he fumbled through his reports. "After careful investigation, and cross referencing with the blue-prints we had to dig up, we found that the two animatronics, Freddy Fazbear and Chica the Chicken, had only received minor cosmetic modifications. Their inner-workings had been completely unaltered. Foxy the Pirate, however, had received extensive modifications not previously seen on the blueprints, including, but not limited to, a grappling-hook apparatus installed into the right arm, a repurposed bear-trap used to reinforce his jaw, and new water-tight metal plating placed all around the endo-skeleton."

"Is that right? Anything to say for yourself, Ms. Bossenstein?" The Judge asked.

She cleared her throat, "Patchwork was falling apart when I found him. I simply did everything I could to make him the best he could be. I may have gotten a bit overzealous, at that end."

"I see. Go on, Troy, there was one other?"

Troy sighed, severely regretting his life-choices. "The animatronic in question, however, Bonnie the Bunny, who killed Donnie the mechanic, received no modifications whatsoever. Not aesthetic or otherwise. Further, none of the animatronics had their programming altered in the slightest."

"Huh, well I suppose that settles it. Troy, you may leave. As for you, Fazbear Entertainment," he redirected his attention, "Your claims against Ms. Gwendelyn Bossenstein are dismissed."

"Now, back to you, Ms. Bossenstein. I'm a bit confused as to why you want to take over such a shady, and possibly dangerous company?" He asked her.

Eric Gryphon took the stand, now. "Hello, I'm Eric Gryphon, representative of the Ultor branch of the Saints/Ultor Conglomerate," he introduced himself. "We at Ultor, along with the Saints, pride ourselves on our renovations. Surely, you're familiar with our renovations to the once devastated Saints Row district."

"I am, indeed."

"We at Ultor will use our considerable funds and resources to turn this decrepid and dangerous restaurant into a safe, fun place for kids and grown-up alike." Gryphon pulled out a stand with slide-cards on it. "I present to you, the Saints/Ultor vision for the future of Freddy's. Freddy Fazbear's Family Fun-House. Picture this, no more nasty under-cooked pizza. Now, we have steak, burgers, chicken, fries, hot-dogs, and everyone's favorite, pizza! No more bored kids, now we have arcade machines, ski-ball, bowling alleys. And when we say family, we mean there's fun for the whole family. A bar, just for the adults to enjoy themselves. And, most importantly of all, no more dead security guards."

"Well, Mr. Gryphon, you're quite the salesman," Judge Bosko commented, "very well." He banged his gavel, "I grant all of Fazbear Entertainment's assets to the Saints/Ultor Conglomerate. I look forward to visiting the new and improved location when you re-open."

Gryphon smiled, "Hey, for you, it's on the house."

"Court adjourned!"

Everyone stood, and got their things together to leave. The Boss walked over to Carter, and grabbed him by the arm. "You said something about an older restaurant?" she asked him with intensity in her eyes. "I uhh don't know what you're talking about. I uhh need to go," he said nervously, as he jerked out of her grasp and walked away. The older gentleman who accompanied him blocked her from following with a scowl on his face. "You got what you came for, so leave us the hell alone, you damn bandit!" he barked at her.

She backed off with an amused look on her face. As they walked away with their heads hung low, The Boss walked over to the animatronics. "Hey, Rab-bot, c'mere," she whispered to Bonnie, who looked at her keenly. "I want you to follow Mr. Scottson to his home," she told him. Just as Bonnie was about to walk off, The Boss grabbed him by his shoulder, "but don't kill him. Just find out where he lives." Bonnie was a little confused by her request, but he nodded and complied.
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That night, at Carter Scottson's house in the Suburbs district. Carter was sitting in his living room, reading his newspaper, trying to forget the events of earlier that day. Suddenly, his power was cut, and he heard a window shatter in his hallway. He jumped, startled from it, and just sat completely still in his seat for a few moments, an instinct from when he would run out of power during his security job. As he sat there, he saw fog was seeping in from the crack underneath his hallway-door, and heard the faint sound of singing. He decided, against his better judgement, to investigate. He slowly approached through the darkness, and opened the door to look into the hallway. He saw his shattered window, with a fog machine stuffed in it, but more distressingly, at the far end of his hallway, he saw two glowing yellow eyes. The singing could be heard more clearly now.

"Yo ho, all hands, Hoist the colors high!"

The dark figure walked in time with the beat of the song. Carter saw a glimmer come off of him. A hook! The figure rose its hook-hand threateningly as it approached.

"Heave ho, Thieves and Beggars, never shall we die!"

Carter's eyes widened with terror, as he realized just who had broken into his house. "F-Foxy?! C-calm down buddy. We're old friends, right?"

Foxy dragged his hook along the wall, leaving a scar along the drywall.

"Now some have died, and some are alive, and others sail on the sea!"

Carter panicked, realizing Foxy was indifferent to his pleas, and slammed the hallway-door, and locked it tight. Foxy, however, would not be stopped by a simple locked wooden door. He thrust his hook into the wooden-door, and ripped chunks of the wood out. He peeked his glowing yellow eye through the hole and continued to sing.

"The keys to the cage, and the devil to pay, we lay to Fiddler's Green!"

Foxy proceeded to rip the door from its hinges and toss it aside. Carter backed away, terrified of his old acquaintance. "H-hey, c'mon Foxy. You... -gulp- you know you were always my favorite!"

Carter then noticed, through his living-room windows, Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie were all standing outside, watching him as he poorly attempted to fend off Foxy. All of a sudden, they were all singing that haunting tune in harmony.

"Yo ho, Haul together, Hoist the colors high!"

Carter, seeing no other option, made a break for his kitchen, try try and escape through the back-door. However, he underestimated Foxy's running speed, and Foxy grabbed him by the shoulder, and threw him into the kitchen counter. "No, Foxy, please!" Foxy held him down with his left hand, face-up, on the counter, and stabbed him in the gut with his hook.

"Heave ho, Thieves and Beggars, Never shall we die!"

He sang his haunting song, as he began forcefully ripping out Carters intestines with his hook. Carter screamed in agony, as it was all he could do againts Foxy's overwhelming strength, as Foxy disemboweled him bit by bit.

Once all of his intestines lie in a mess on the floor, Foxy released Carter. Carter stumbled around for a bit, until Foxy kicked him down to the floor. "Please, Foxy, d-don't do this!" Carter begged for his life.

Foxy pulled his blunderbuss off from his back, and placed the barrel in Carter's mouth. Foxy laughed a hearty laugh for a moment, then he pulled the trigger, blowing Carter's brains all over the kitchen.

A minute or two after Foxy had done the deed, The Boss and the other Faz-bots entered through the back door. The Boss admired Foxy's kill. "Disembowelment to a Disney song. Looks like the ball's in Patchwork's hand now. You think you'll be able to beat that one, Rab-bot?" Bonnie shrugged, never really considering any kind of "murder competition."

"Nice job, Patchwork, now let's clean this mess up. Troy said he doesn't wanna find any more of you guys' victims, and I like him just enough to respect his wishes," she told her robotic companions.

And so, The Boss and her robo-friends spent the rest of the night cleaning Carter's house.
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Wow, that took way longer than expected, and ended up much longer too. Overall though, I'm pretty happy with how this one turned out

I've decided to take this opportunity to explain the personalities I'm going with for the Fazbear Four. I know it can be a be a little difficult to discern a personality from a character who doesn't speak, so mainly I'm just looking for feedback as to whether or not I have adequately displayed these personalities through-out the story.

Freddy: Freddy is a gentleman. He enjoys the finer things in life, like a good top-hat, or duckling a l'orange. Freddy is also the only one of the animatronics who can speak freely in the real world. The "garbled nonsense" was actually just him speaking backwards. Not sure how many people noticed that. He also enjoys sport, and he is the one who came up with the game that they play with the night-guards. Not actually malicious, but he does enjoy killing people from time to time.

Bonnie: Bonnie is a psychopath with a strong sense of loyalty. He's also extremely fast (based on his in-game ability to "teleport" from room to room), faster even than Foxy. He also likes to give hugs.

Chica: Chica is the closest thing to an "innocent" animatronic. She's slow, and not particularly intelligent, but she's caring, and she likes to help out her friends, even when that means helping her friends murder people.

Foxy: Foxy's personality was the easiest to work with, since he's a pirate. That pretty much covers a lot of his bases. He's got an affinity for treasure and ale, and he loves to sing sea-shanties with his mates. He doesn't care for sneaking around, so he'd much rather charge forward, head-first to his destination. Who has need for patience when there's treasure, matey?!

Thank you for reading, and hopefully the next chapters won't take so long. smile