A few more days have passed, and you thought you would've been able to keep a steady cash flow without ever buying an animatronic! But, the patrons began getting bored of your menu, and that was like, the only thing they came for. So, you opted to buy an animatronic, because you clearly couldn't change the menu.

Anyway, the customers have grown tired of calling your restaurant "that place that serves 'sexy quesadillas'. So you decide to go buy some animatronics, then finally give your restaurant a damn name. Bob the warehouse guardian from Stan's Budget Tech recommended getting one of the "Melodies", which consisted of a frog holding a microphone, a hippo sporting a top hat on its head and a flower on its chest, a pig whose banjo rest firmly in its hands, and a bear with a small red hat, and a striped tie to match. Sadly, they had to retire because of their restaurant shutting down. Something about being mediocre, I dunno.

You had enough money for two animatronics. You asked Bob to activate them all, give you a test run of some sorts. With a flip of a few switches, the animatronics whirred to life. Low budget stage lights dramatically pointed towards the four animatronics in front of you, as the lights dimmed down automatically (or maybe Stan flicked the light switch). The frog opened its eyes, carefully eyeing its surroundings. The hippo fidgeted with its fingers, slow and systematic, almost believable had it not just been a looping pattern. The bear and the pig shared a glance.

The pig then strummed it's banjo, testing it out first, before breaking out into a flurry of notes. The frog then started spouting gibberish, and the hippo occasionally chimed in. The bear just shrugged and stood to the side, ocassionally tapping its foot to the rhythm. You suddenly notice it's not gibberish, but Japanese, and they were performing a cover of the Death Note opening. After the song ended, the frog, hippo, and pig took a great bow. You could see the... uh, potential in these animatronics. Maybe you could upgrade them? William could probably make them like the Freddy's gang!

"Arigato gozaimashita!" The frog giggled with a break of static, her voice having a tinge of monotony. "Thank you for listening to the eighth track of our Banjo Covers album! If you liked it, please leave a like on our YouTube channel, subscribe if you still haven't, and consider shopping here. Mic drop!" Then she dropped the mic and dabbed. The lack of fluidity in their movements were unnerving, if not incredibly unimpressive.

"Yer not supposed ta say 'mic drop', hun." The bear, who was suddenly beside you, shook his head. The frog stuck out her tongue (why does the robot have a tongue), and the pig laughed robotically.

"You didn't even do anything, bub." The pig rolled his eyes, but then there was a collective groan as the hippo suddenly launched into a story.

"Y-Y'know, that reminds me of a good time with my friend, Orville. I, I remember..."

"Don't mind Hippo over there, he's just trying to convince us that he DOES have a boyfriend named 'Orville'." The pig told you. The bear nodded, and so did the frog, but it seemed like a part of her didn't fully agree with that statement.

"B-But I do! He's foreign a-and he's uhh, a magician! N-Now, what was I saying? Ah, yes. Orville and I took summer classes together ever since."

You weighed your options. You had enough cash to buy all of them, but since you already bought an arcade machine, you only had enough money for two animatronics and a foil party set. You definitely needed the frog, as singing animal robots were all the rage these days. But who to partner her with? The pig could play banjo, and singing usually goes with playing an instrument, but hippo was cheaper... The bear didn't really bring much to the table, plus he was the most expensive.

You decided to go for the hippo, and you'd probably just download some instrumentals on your phone and play it on the nifty new speaker you just bought with the money you were supposed to use to pay your employees.

The bear gave off a goofy prerecorded laugh, followed by a cheerful "of course", but you swore that his wall-eyed gaze seemed solemn. The pig just grunted and put down his banjo. The frog was happy, but she made you swear on your life that you'd come back for the rest of them.

Apparently the frog and hippo didn't have names, so using your creative skills and a baby name website, you name them 'Happy Frog' and 'Mr. Hippo'. Aptly so.

You came back that night with your two new robots: Weeb Amphibian and Gay Pining Hippo. When the crew came back in the morning, they absolutely loved the new robots!  And when the customers came, they were absolutely astonished (...not really)! Some people even thought that there was a shady connection between 'sexy quesadilla place' and Freddy Fazbear's, as both business establishments had robots that could sing.

The Melodies seemed to be more lifeless when they weren't together, but that could've just been the fact that you haven't been charging them. To be fair, they were built to be charged with car batteries. You didn't even get a complementary car battery for buying both of them.

You sighed. The frog gazed out the window, presumably staring and scaring off customers, while the hippo droned on and on, stories about bread and ducks, Orville this, Orville that. You swear he kept telling the same four stories all over again, but every time there's a subtle change that most people wouldn't even take note of.

The ducks became pigeons, sourdough bread became bagels, one part iced tea with another part orange juice. You didn't know what they meant. What was the significance? You were going insane going over every little thing. What's worse was that the hippo was talking to a quesadilla.

On the bright side, you've found something to call your restaurant. You decided to call it: "Melodies Diner". Because they were called the Melodies.
You close up shop, and go home.

-=xXx=-

That night, there was a knock at the door. 

You startled awake, the quiet ticks of your clock not helping your ever growing anxiety. Another knock. The wind blew quietly through your open window. You don't remember leaving it open. Something's wrong. Unease filled your stomach. You thought about just going back to sleep, but another knock came, more aggressive this time.

You stepped out of bed, your vision dimming from the sudden movement. You took a moment to regain your composure. You were still groggy when the knocking started coming in short bursts.

Two then three, then four, then three, then four, then two.

A minute passed. Your anxiety spiked. You didn't want to respond.

There were four, then three, then two, then one.

You recalled a story of a thief who murdered five. The owner of the house came back to find his children slaughtered. What if the same happened to you? Who would be there to find you? You shook your head. No time for fear. You gently opened the door...

What the fuck?

William stood at the door, looking quite aloof. He was slouching, panting, somewhat unnerving. There was a glint in his purplish eyes that you couldn't describe. Excited? Malevolent? You couldn't tell. There was nothing usual about the scene. William displayed a wide grin, the soft light from somewhere inside your house bathed him in a sinister reddish hue.

"Hello dear." The dark stains on William's unbuttoned shirt looked like blood in the red glow. "It's nice to see you again, (Y/N)."

He lazily wiped his sweaty brow, his unkempt hair greasy and sticking out in a few places. Was this the collected gentleman you fell in love with? Surely, it is, right? No matter. He was here now. And you were vulnerable.

The world seemed to burn as you waited for him to catch his breath. It practically looked like he ran here. A few moments passed and nothing was said. Usually, meeting William had an air of fun and business, trying to top each other but not clashing at all. This... this was fear and uneasiness, failing to mask itself with promise of joy.

"What are you doing here? It's really late..." You don't recall ever giving your address to him. Perhaps you put it in your resume? Didn't you just call for the job? Your heart beat quickened, but William didn't seem to notice, instead focusing on your face.

"I know, my dear." He moved in closer, taking your sweaty hands in his. "But I just wanted to say, how well you did."

"O-Oh... thank you, sir!" You didn't like where this was going, but he was complementing you! Complents were good, right?

William leaned in, but you stood rigid. His hands lightly gripping your face. Soft reddish lights bathed his malevolent purple eyes. Grin stretched wide, like the dark in a long hall. Eyes twinkling like the stars. He leaned in for a soft, sloppy kiss. You kind of liked it. Of course, the fear was unbearable. It felt like his lips tasted like strawberry ice cream and poison at the same time. Like birthday cake with bloody icing. It was a chaotic blend of hot and horrifying.

"I noticed how you didn't like the performance of your new friends... so I did something special for you. Something incredible!" He let out a wheezy laugh, excitement and fear washed all over you at the same time. You asked for sweet summertime romances, not spooky autumn affection. "Come earlier, tomorrow. You'll see why Freddy's is called a place of magic, and fun, coming to life!"

You didn't even correct him as he caressed your cheek. He planted another kiss on your face, and left. Just ran down the street. You didn't bother trying to process it. You went back to your room, and fell asleep as police sirens blared through your neighborhood.

Something bad happened today.

-=xXx=-

You woke up the next morning, feeling refreshed, with no recollection of what happened last night. Well, almost no recollection. You remembered a sweet kiss under a romantic red light, William's eyes glinting with excitement, and him telling you why Freddy's was full of magic. You should've told him that technically, your place wasn't a Freddy's yet, as you were still hiding the fact that Melodies Diner was actually a sister location to Freddy's. But eh, technicalities, amirite?

"O-Oh, (Y/N)! W-What a pleasant surprise to see you here this early!" 

What the-?

The hippo was standing near the newly bought Midnight Motorist™ arcade machine. The frog whooped as she won, due to the hippo being distracted by your unexpected arrival.

"I win again! Didja see that, (Y/N)? I was all whizoo! Ninja skills!" Happy Frog giggled as she hopped to you and gave you a gentle hug.

Something's different... Something happened... Oh yeah, William must've upgraded your robots! Now they're just like the ones at Freddy's! How sweet of him...

You suddenly started to think about what happened last night. Something happened between you and your boss last night. No matter. It'll blow over.  For now, you should be focusing on helping William get Freddy's back on its feet. Then, announce the joining of Melodies and Freddys (huh, it kinda sounds like a wedding. You wonder...), and then maybe, just maybe, deepen your sweet summertime romance with William. 

The chilly fall wind reminded you that you didn't close the door yet, but to be honest, you were more engaged with having an animated conversation with your lively animatronic pals.