A second bomber plane crashed not too far away.

  "Get moving!" Stacey shoved Freddy forward.
  "Wha-"
  "Camp isn't far. Get moving, prisoners!" Freddy sensed a hint of reluctance in her voice as if she didn't want to be so forceful over her friends. Gesturing for the others to do as commanded, Freddy bowed his head slightly.
  "Lead the way."

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  "Freddyyyyyy, my feet huuuurt!" Moaned very tired rabbit. "I thought you said it wasn't far!" Rolling his eyes with a sigh, Freddy chuckled;
  "Look, Foxy isn't complaining!"
  "Get those lucky little bunny feet going!" Chica giggled. Flicking his ear, Bonnie grunted;
  "Foxy's joints make him limp all the time, he's used to it!" This time Foxy himself silenced the rabbit.
  "Tha' won't be makin' it any less painful, lad. Whining won't either."
  "Aaaaand we're here!" The young man with the small infant cheered, glad to put an end to Bonnie's groans.

The animatronic gang, accept Goldie, had half expected another military grade camp. What they saw was nothing more than a large group of relatives and friends huddled together for protection. They felt it was their job to put this right; they were the night protection droids from Camp Survivor after all. They had barely enough time to take in their new surroundings before they were shoved into the basement and locked inside.

Cries from the infant were heard upstairs.

Naturally wanting to help the child, Freddy knocked on the door.
  "Excuse me...? Excuse me? What are we doing here? Hello?" It took a while for a reply to come, but his calls were answered when Stacey stepped inside alone.
  "I'm so sorry about that. Leader, rules, authority, all that stuff." She shrugged. Nodding in acknowledgement, Freddy completely understood what she had to do being a leader himself. "I need to introduce you guys to the rest of us. Try not to creep anyone out; sentient robots don't always go down well." With a warm smile, the bear followed Stacey upstairs followed by the others.

One by one they entered the snug little living room. Freddy, first inside, gave a cheery wave followed by Bonnie then Chica then Foxy and finally Goldie. The infant, who had finally calmed down, burst into tears once more at Foxy's harsh expression and brazen attitude.
  "Oh now look what you've done!" Bonnie glared at the pirate, to which he grunted. "Well what would you know about kids?" The fox laid his ears back and hung his head low.
  "Nothin'."

  "What kind of tech did they hook you up to??" A middle-aged man checked the gang over in awe. "Free will and speech? How technology is picking up speed!" Looking amongst themselves in confusion, the animatronics shuffles back a little. They didn't want this man taking them out of their suits to look at the network of wires and circuitry as that's against the rules at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.