A/N: Lucario? On time? In ALL timezones? It's more likely than you think!
Anyways, welcome to hell. You know that feeling when you have a really fun concept, but then it ends up being MEH? Welp, this is that chapter. Hopefully you can still get something out of it.
Also, I got to use a character that isn't mine~ So... spoiler warning? Huh. Probably not too important.

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Another day was beginning and Dave as well as Old Sport were incredibly busy stacking... things. Everything that got under their fingers. Currently the Orange Guy was carefully trying to place the giggling Funtime Chica onto a fork that was connected with one of the knifes to balance out the plastic ball out of the ballpit, that was snuggled into the spare head of Freddy-
You get the picture.
"Aren't ya supposed to look through the post?" Relaxed he stepped back and looked up and down the tower of doom they created.
The manager kept nudging around it. "Nah. Left to the Phone! What else is his job after all!"
"Ya mean except keeping the place safe, up to standards, checking the supplies and making sure you'll order the stuff of which we don't have enough, make security check-ups with the animatronic, decide what behavior of the customers and robots is tolerable, keeping an eye on me, checking lights and speakers, as well as the music selection playing, keeping a book about each and all transactions, restocking the prize corner-"
"Wait, the prize corner?! Isn't the Security Puppet taking care of children getting their items for their Tokens?"
"Yeah, but it has the habit to gift some of them away as well, Phoney gotta remind him again and again to not do that! Gotta make the sweet, sweet cash somehow, amIrite?!"
"Sure... huh. Where does that animatronic actually come from?" Old Sport started to wonder.
"You don't know?!"
"Phoney bought it... didn't he?"
Both of the colorful guys turned to the Puppet, pretty suspicious of the animatronic now. The Puppet waved at them and they waved back.
They stood there like idiots for a while and probably would have done that for the next three hours, but thankfully- or unluckily, who knows it- Phone Guy ran up to them, screaming out loud.
"ORANGE GUY! DAVE?! OVER HERE, RIGHT NOW!" His voice sounded angrier, more distressed than ever and the strength of his voice alone was enough to make the tower of nonsense crumble, Chica squeaked in surprise as she fell.
Worried the corpse in the bunny suit as well as the corpse in the normal suit walked over. Old Sport tried to figure out what could have bothered his employee so much. Did he find his secret stack of Foxy pictures? THOSE HE OWNED PURELY FOR SCIENTIFIC REASONS. "What's the matter Phoney?"
"I'm sure at least ONE of you knows." Angry he stared Dave down, not an easy feat, seeing as he lacked ever facial feature.
"What'cha bothered about? I'm a got dead bun!" Dave raised his paws as if to show that he was defeated and Old Sport shortly asked himself how often he had made that gesture in his life- existence.
"What I'm BOTHERED about?! Oh. Nothing. Not much, I mean. THIS LAWSUIT." The man hammered a small thin letter with an official looking stamp onto the nearest table. "Dave H-HECKING Miller, what did you do?!"
"I dunno! What does it says I did?" Davetrap wasn't too worried, but fully intrigued. Had been at least a decade since he last time had to actually worry about a lawsuit.
"I don't know yet! And I want you to tell it to me first, because I want you to be honest with me. Dave, I beg of you, just come clean. We can work this out, it's- these things happen sometimes at Freddy's, but I at least want to hear that you UNDERSTAND what you did."
"Hm... lemme think..." Humming he leaned his head from side to side as if intensely listening to something. The worst part was that he might actually was.
Then a soft, sad voice interrupted them. "It probably wasn't him."
Baby had softly rolled closer, looking a bit to the side, leaving the "humans" a bit confused. Old Sport softly reached out to stop her rolling, worried.
"What do you mean? Baby... what happened?" Dread. Dread, dread, dread-
"I'm sorry... one of the children... I couldn't help myself, I peeked out and... one of them..." Baby sounded guilty and sad. "I guess something bad always happens..."
Oh, thank god, nothing major. "Baby, it's fine, we can handle that! Don't feel bad, you haven't really done anything wrong-"
"No Baby, you didn't do anything- It may or may not be my fault." Dave smiled and sheepishly raised his hand. "I kinda... doused a few kiddens in gasoline and told them to use a candle to play catch..."
"YOU WHAT?!" Phone Guy grasped onto his head and seemed about ready to attack him.
"No... I think it was me..." Old Sport sighed, he just remembered it. "In the food... I... I got a sudden urge to throw glass at the wall and maybe some of it got into... into the food... I forgot about it, because I thought it wasn't a big deal.."
"EXCUSE ME-"
Freddy huffed, he had shuffled over to be part of the conversation and now came out with his own wrong doings to feel important. "I broke one guys nose for saying Chica is prettier than me."
"BUT-"
Lefty looked uncomfortable. "One of the children tore at the mechanism, so I gave her a nightmare vision of being haunted by phantoms."
"YOU TOO-"
"I am Candy Cadette. And I shot a man that didn't want to hear a story with bullets made out of hard bonbons."
"AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO ISN'T TRYING TO HURT THE CUSTOMERS?!"
For a moment there was an awkward silence and then all of them began mumbling at once. Nothing coherent, if you listened to it, it was basically just... "well, yeah, no, a bit, kinda".
Phone Guy sat finally down, looking as if somebody kicked him in the gut. "So... it's anybody's best guess what's in this letter... or if it maybe is a general complaint that incorporates all of this and gets us shut down guaranteed?"
"Pretty much?" Old Sport wasn't really sure if he should be worried. "Let's open it!"
All of them gathered around the table, as the only actual Guard carefully slit the envelope and took out the paper. Slowly, probably for dramatic purpose he unfolded it and began reading through it, frowning more and more. Finally he read parts of it. "Parents union against unsafe atrocities and mechanical abominations "PUAUAAMA"- Who the h-heck came up with that one- hereby complains against defendant Fazbear Entertainment- yes, sure- general allegations—WAIT WHAT?"
"WHAT?! TELL US PHONEY!" Hopping up and down Old Sport couldn't really take the tension.
"THEY- THEY SUED US FOR THE FACT THAT SOMEONE SPILLED COFFEE ABOUT THEMSELVES-" Completely baffled Phone Guy put the paper down and rubbed his dial, before picking it back up and reading. "Gross negligence- what do you mean? Just because I didn't BRING the towel and instead told him that where he could get some- is this a joke?! BURNS?! What BURNS?! Why is this even- WE HAVEN'T NOTED ON THE CUP THAT THE CONTENT IS HOT- ARE YOU HECKING WITH MY DIDDLES, YOU SCRAWNY NICKNACK?!"
The surrounding machines and corpses exchanged a glance. They didn't even know that Phoney could swear like that. But he already continued.
"Trauma induced phobia of cups, my well-defined behind! This has NO basis!" Overheating in rage Phoney stood up. "OF ALL THINGS!" He vaguely made a movement into to people around him. "It was THAT they sue us for! Not for murder robots, not for the indigents we use- NO, IT IS THE FACT THAT HE WAS A CLUMSY IDIOT! HE MIGHT'VE EVEN DONE THAT ON PURPOSE-"
"Why would he do that?" Lefty seemed skeptical.
"I- I have no idea!" Distressed Phoney whined. "But he looked at me weirdly before he did that!"
"Maybe he has never seen a Phone-headed person?" Baby added hesitantly to the conversation. "You may be a bit paranoid... not that I blame you..."
"P-Paranoid?! Dammit- I- We need to deal with this. What is the settling fee...?"
"Settling?" Dave interrupted. "But if he did it on purpose, why would we do THAT?"
"Even if- settling will be easier..." Phoney sighed.
"Ha! Easier!? If people find out Freddy's is easy sue bait, they'll be all over our place! I ain't about that shit, we're gonna fuck that guy over BAD!"
"Please, Davetrap. How are we supposed to do that? It would probably be even cheaper to just settle it than paying a lawyer..."
"Psht, we ain't hiring a professional, we have the best already here!" Dave made a wild gesture, leaving Phoney confused.
"What are you tal-"
"ME! IMMA DEFEND OLD SPORT'S HONOR!" He tried to jump onto the table, making both crush down and Old Sport shudder.
"You know what, I think Phone Guy is right, we should-" It was a fruitless attempt.
"I NEED A SUIT FOR MY SUIT!" Excited he stood back up, the mystery how he didn't trigger the springlocks should forever haunt the people surrounding.
"Thank you Dave, but you-"
"OH, I KNOW WHERE I CAN GET ONE!"
"What-?!"
"Sportsy, it's gonna be GREAT! TRUST ME, OLD SPORT!" Through the eyeholes, the hopeful glow illuminating everybody's face seeped and the Orange Guy made a pained noise.
How can you say no?
Well, it might- scratch that PROBABLY get them closed down, but saying no would be heartless. He was soulless, dammit, but no devil incarnate. "Sure... go for it!"
"YES! I have GREAT plans!" Excited Dave danced around, his ears flopping back and forth.
Did he... oil them so they'd do that?
Fascinated Old Sport watched him moving in that damn monster suit as if it was barely more than a normal shirt. Dave is beauty, Dave is grace, it seemed. Dave strangles toddlers without making a face.
Oh yeah.
Huh.
Shaking that uncomfortable thought off, glancing at Lefty who seemed to be staring at Dave just as irritated. Maybe Dave actually died in that suit and was now possessing both his body and the suit?
Actually... was that such a reach-
Dave was hasting now towards the exit, but was stopped as he ran into a gaggle of childer! THE GAGGLE OF CHILDER to be exact!
Correct, it's YA BOIS! Isaac and the- weirdos. Let's not sugarcoat it. Those kids are fucking weirdos hanging out with adult corpse-furries all day. Who could predict how they'll grow up. I don't even want to imagine.
Anyways, Dave grabbed all of them before they could even greet him. And only Oliver was fighting back, as the only kid with common sense. "GOOD TO SEE YA KIDDENS, I NEED YOU TO HELP ME ON A COURT CASE!"
"C-Court case?" Mary managed to get out in her surprise.
"WE'RE GETTING SUED, BABY, WE GOTTA GET UP ALL OUR DEFENSES!"
"EMPLOYEE!" Phone Guy ran up. "L-Let the kids down!"
"WHY!? I NEED AN ASSISTANT! IT'S INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT TO MY STRATEGY!"
Old Sport was a bit more relaxed. "Eyo, not really Stock-photo kiddens! Isn't it a bit early to be here? It isn't even opening time..."
"Mom's away for today!" Mary excitedly exclaimed. "And since Isaac finally feels better again, we thought we come a bit earlier than usual!"
"Your mom isn't too fond of our restaurant... is she?" Phone Guy picked them out of Dave's a bit surprised arms and put them onto the ground again, gaining an almost thankful glance from the brown-haired boy, but his stupid words made him scoff again.
"Of course not! I was attacked by this stupid bunn—"employee" just because I teased my friends! That's not something she likes to see, thankfully!"
"Pah, you picked on us and then a taller one picked on you on you whined about it!"
"I DIDN'T WHINE!"
"You're already whining again!" Mary giggled at her brother's temper.
"I WAS FINE. IT'S NOT MY FAULT MOM DISTRUST A CREEPY GUY LIKE HIM!"
"He isn't creepy! He's cute! Look at him!"
"HE WASN'T BEFORE! HE WAS CREEPY BEFORE! AND HE SMELLED BAD!"
Phone Guy nodded. "He still does in my opinion..."
"Could ya change topic back to the things that MATTER? We still have a damn court case to deal with and I need to make preparations!"
"Preparations?" Phoney was frowning. "Well, sure, but doesn't it have some time, after all it al has to first go through-"
"THE FIRST HEARING WILL BE THIS AFTERNOON!"
"Excuse me what? That is ridiculous-" Sadly Phoney's words were drowned out by the buzz that everyone was now created.
"Can we really come along?"
"I've never seen a court case happen!"
"I don't care about this stinking case..."
"How do you know that Dave- you didn't even look at the letter-!"
"Oh my, will we have an off day? Closed place!?"
As Funtime Chica said that, Phoney shook his head. "We can't close-"
Old Sport raised an eyebrow. "Are we supposed to let the animatronics take over for the day? I mean- you and me will be representatives of Freddy Fazbear's, Dave wants to be our lawyer... no other "humans" are here to take care of the place, so we should."
"I can take care of it." The amount of emphasis on the word- letter- I was incredible. Dreadful Phone Guy turned to Freddy.
"No... I mean... well..." It was either a yes or a no and since Freddy's had a "No closing" rule... "- Can you... interact with customers... that are angry...?"
"Sure I can! My dazzling appearance will shut them UP!" Freddy posed and Phoney saw himself being returned to the factory.
That will be the ending either way.
"Yeah. Okay, you know what, great." Exhausted Phone Guy wondered why this was their fate. Why did they have to do all of this? Why weren't they just giving up?
Dave suddenly returned and grabbed all of them. "LET'S GO TO THE COURTROOM, RIGHT NOW?!"
"WHAT? WHY?" Phone Guy struggled.
"WHY NOT?! HURRY UP! EVERYBODY COME ALONG!" Two of the kids and the corpse manager and run along, while the animatronics waved after them. The only person not waving was Oliver, who stared at them, staying back with the machines. Now they were in control. Oh god.
BUT NO WORRIES ABOUT THAT!
They arrived and entered the courtroom. There were probably not supposed to be let in like that, but then again, WHO would dare stepping up to them and tell them off?
It was a surprisingly big, surprisingly empty room. It was mainly dominated by a boring wood-brown and rows and rows of benches, surrounding a somewhat empty middle space with their typical arrangement of desks.
Dave was shoving Phone Guy into his seat. "You gotta sit there. DON'T MOVE OR I'LL SHOVE A CHAIR LEG DOWN YOUR THROAT."
"Jesus Christ, I don't even technically have-"
"GOOD! WE ARE THE FIRST, SO I GET TO MAKE PREPERATIONS!" He said preparations like a man with a plan. "Mary, Isaac? Place these bags under every chair!"
Both the kids looked at each other, a bit confused. "Why?"
"Trust me. It will come in handy."
"Is that... Candy in there?" Mary shook the package, deeply confused.
"Psssssht! All in due time!" Taking out a screwdriver out of his ears, he began messing with the chair of the judge, making Phoney slip a whimper.
"Please don't do this, I'm pretty sure it's illegal."
"Shut it, ya scared Phoney downy! It's gonna be R A D ."
"I would prefer things to be orderly instead of being rad, so PLEASE, whatever you're doing, reconsider..."
"Yeah, yeah!" Not really listening to his companion's worry, he continued screwing around, getting more and more items out of his ears. Maybe that had been the reason they have been moving so much.
Old Sport felt as if he was in for a ride. But for now he needed a bit of air and something to drink. There should be a sink somewhere... "I'll be right back, just need a bathroom break!"
"PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME-"
"Okie dokie, Sportsy! Remember, you can run, but you can't hide because wherever you go I will fucking find ya! Can't wait to see ya soon!"
With that worrying message Old Sport left the place and shook himself a bit.
Huh, a lawsuit.
So... what if this doesn't work out?
What if this restaurant would be forced to be closed?
After a short time searching he managed to find the bathroom and entered it, thankful for it being deserted, so nobody would question him staring at the mirror for an eternity.
He let the water run and put the tips of his fingers into it, watching the orange make up run down, revealing a scarred skin beneath. Since he had been living without any actual responsibility towards anyone, he had become a bit sloppy with his make-up job, mainly because he didn't need to even TRY to appeal to other people.
Wait, why did he had to before?
After all, Freddy's standards had been incredibly loose at all times.
... so people would even consider helping him out.
Leaning closer to the mirror, he stared at the thin lines visible through the messy make-up job.
Nobody has yet called him out for it. Then again, nobody has called him out for his eyes or color since he worked for Freddy's.
On the first glance he looked dead without the extra color. A walking, talking zombie.
Slowly he drenched more of his hands, watching the color disappear through the drain.
The place... HIS place... if it were to be closed... then it would be off to drifting again. Not knowing where and why to go somewhere.
Then again... did he have any reason to go there in the first place? Why did he... take the offer?
Because well, it was Freddy's. You didn't say no to Freddy's. If you had the option to come back you come back.
But... there wasn't anyone making him, right?
There wasn't any ACTUAL reason to stick around-
Dave.
Somebody needs to keep an eye on him.
The Puppet was also still around...
Not to mention Baby.
Phone Guy.
Well, for Phone Guy it would be probably better if he wasn't around, since he wouldn't have been produced in the first place otherwise.
But... no. They needed him to be around.
Freddy's was depending on him.
So he needed to make sure that it stayed open and they stayed in one place.
Good.
Wait, wouldn't he need to keep Dave in check for that?
... wait, how long has he hung around now?!
Fredbear and the holy shadow doggo, please send help.
Quickly he rubbed his wet fingers off at his clothes, as orange in orange didn't really make a difference and began to run back to the courtroom in order to remedy whatever was going on in there.
It was too late.
Dave, now in a suit with a suit was sitting behind the judges desk and screaming at another man.
"You are no judge! YOU CANNOT SIT THERE. THERE WILL BE A HEARING HERE AT-"
"Yeah, I know d00d! It's gonna be ours! And how can YOU even prove yer a judge, huh?"
"Y-your hearing?" Confused the guy put down his briefcase, obviously unable to handle this situation properly.
"Yup. You know what, since you're here already, Mr...?"
"Guy."
"What?"
"Mr. Guy."
"Are you related to Phone Guy?" Dave squinted. "I wouldn't like that to be honest. Phoney's are fucking shitlords."
"H-hey!" Phoney felt attacked. "What did I ever do to you?!"
"I... cannot recall being related to...?" But before the judge could say anything else, Davetrap jumped off the seat and basically threw him into the seat. A few people have entered and looked confused, but sat down.
"Since you're already here, how 'bout we start the case already? My client is here too, ya see!" Proudly he signed at Sportsy, who almost didn't react, but then nodded frantically.
"You're... so you're-" he began rummaging in his documents. "Mr. Rod-"
"Nah, that's Old Sport!"
"Then this isn't your case that is coming up-"
"If whoever is supposed to take that spot is too late it's not my fault!" The man shrugged carefree, as Guy began to stutter in anger.
"That's not- he- you don't even have- what about the person suing, you need-"
"That would be... me~" Dramatic the doors slammed open and a guy stepped in. Not stepped. Swayed in. "I hope I'm not late for the party...?"
"Oh dear lord, what is happening." Phone Guy almost followed the urge to slam his face onto the table.
"Yep! I will be the representative of the... what were they called again? Oh right, the PUAUAAMA! How silly of me, how could ANYONE forget that snappy name? But anyway, you can call me Will for today~" Relaxed he strolled to his place, sat down- well, it looked more like posing than sitting- and then smiled at all of them. "Ready to go?"
Dave snipped... somehow... and the doors shut and locked on their own.
Isaac and Mary jumped a bit and then joined Phone Guy on his bench, partly worried, but definitely curious.
"JUDGE GUY, MAY WE BEGIN!?" He pointed at the judge who ghastly shook his head.
"No, you can't, I don't even have the-" A bunch of papers fell onto his desk and the man calling himself Will basically stalked back to his place.
"Don't make this more complicated than it need to be, sweetheart~ Just begin already~" He flipped his hair back and Old Sport asked himself if Rockstar Freddy had been given a human shell to sue them.
Mr. Guy coughed irritated and after exchanging a look with the unfortunately early jury trapped here with him he slowly nodded and began the session. "Uh... this is-"
"Skip that!" Dave felt impatient.
"What?"
"SKIP THAT I SAID!"
"I can't just-" Even more irritated the judge looked through the paper.
"I can take over, honey~" Will leaned forward, smirking at Davetrap. "I hereby swear to the truth, the whole truth and only the truth... now you!"
"What if I don't?" Crossing his arms, Dave stared at him.
"Damn, you're good." Will snickered and opened his folder, getting out a few picture of horribly burnt flesh. "Anyways, let's get to the case, shall we? My client can't currently appear, seeing as he is in the hospital. Which should set up the seriousness of the case already."
Phone Guy stood up, insulted. "Over a little coffee?! That's not-"
"No, but that's not important, he's at the hospital, making this all more serious. We could be talking about the last wish of a dying person!" In some semi-dramatic tone, the man gave the judge a pair of bedroom eyes. Or maybe that was his normal expression.
Grumpy Phoney sat back down. "This is obviously nonsense."
"FREDDY'S DID NOTHING WRONG!" Dave screamed out, the best defense, obviously.
"Freddy's representatives have in their CARELESS and almost CRUEL nature allowed my client to be exposed to an extended period of pain, totally avoidable-"
"Freddy's employees didn't have SHIT to do with the "accident", you client was a fuckin' idiot! At the point in time he had already bought the coffee and as that acted on his own behalf with this own property!" Dave seemingly felt clever.
"No- the transaction wasn't finished yet, my client has not paid for the coffee at that point in time, making it still property and responsibility of Freddy's! But not only that!" Dramatic he stood up. "It was within Freddy's facilities and in Freddy's power to change and stop his suffering, making it a failure to render assistance in his emergency!"
"THERE WAS NO EMEGERNCY! THE CUSTOMER WILLINGLY REFUSED TO REQUEST ASSISTANCE, LEAVING THE EMPLOYEE AT THAT TIME UNKNOWING OF HIS SITUATION! And I have a witness for that! MARY IDON'TKNOWYOURLASTNAMEANDIREALLYDON'TCARE! STEP BEFORE THE JUDGE AND TELL US WHAT YOU SAW!"
Surprised Mary looked at Dave, but then giggled nervously and stood up, unsure what to do. She even did a small curtsey towards the pretty much resigned judge in an attempt to be especially respectful. "U-uh, I agree! I mean- when I was at the place and saw it-"
"At what time did it happen, little miss?" Will leaned forward, eyeing the kid with a toothy grin. "We should make sure you aren't lying..."
"Well- it was- I didn't really look at the time-"
"Uh-huh, VERY interesting... so you don't know WHEN it happened, but you are sure THAT it happened and that you saw it...?"
Terribly nervous she began stumbling over her own words. "Of course- I mean- yes! Sir. I- It was when me and Isaac came back from the ball pit, I remember it, because Isaac and I were asking ourselves if- well if there could possibly something be hiding under there- then- that guy screamed out and cursed really badly... but he kinda just stood up and looked at himself...?"
"So he did scream...?" The red-head hit right where it hurts. "I think screaming can be considered a pretty OBVIOUS sign of distress and pain... wouldn't you agree, dear David~?"
"Don't call me that, I ain't your fuckin' buddy." Dave's eyes became slim. Damn that guy, making his witness all nervous. Then again, he should probably have taken the time to properly educate Mary on interrogations and how to deal with them. Should probably do that right after this, can't have squeal to the fuzz if push comes to shove.
That or he needs to shoot her right when they get out of here. If they do.
"That ain't provin' nothing!"
"Double negative, you just admitted that it has EVERYTHING to do with this case!" Triumphant Will slammed his fist onto the table.
"YA PULLING SOME DIRTY TRICKS HERE, BUT I HAVE ALSO SOME ACES UP MY SLEEVES!" After getting rid of the cards that probably were now unusable, seeing as they were pressed between a fucking fursuit and a normal one for who knows how long, he jumped onto the table. "You! YOUNG MAN! Have messed with the wrong restaurant-!"
"Please get off the table..." Mr. Guy mumbled looking at the members of the jury desperately trying to get the doors open. They should have never taken any case regarding Freddy's, the other institutions had warned them... Freddy's never changed.
Dave finally had finished his magical girl transformation and got in position. "I claim- SABOTAGE!"
"On which basis?" The judge sighed tormented.
"It's obvious, ain't it?! His "client is in the hospital", SURE AS FUCK HE IS, EH? No- YOU are the one that happened to! And you spilled that coffee over yourself with the intention of suing us!"
"Now, that is ridiculous!" Will huffed. "I mean, sure, any excuse to get your pretty boys to pay attention to me, but that claim is unsustainable! I haven't even BEEN in that restaurant before!"
"OBJECTION! I HAVE PERSONALLY SEE YOU HANG AROUND THE RESTAURANT! AND! YOU'RE ON THE CAMERAS! You LIED. YOU LIED, WILL-IAM! AND BECAUSE YOU LIED AFTER PROMISING NOT TO IN THE PROCESS, YOU'RE NOW GOING TO BE KICKED OUT!"
"OBJECTION! How am I supposed to be kicked out of a courtroom that you locked me into? Also, it has nothing to do with the reason you are getting sued over!"
"OBJECTION! YOU AREN'T MEME-WORTHY ENOUGH TO SCREAM OBJECTION FORM THE TOP OF YOUR LUNGS!!"
"OBJECTION! Firstly; objection is just a word, not inherently a meme in itself! Secondly; the objection quote on quote meme does not qualify you as funny or clever! It isn't even a meme, rather it is a reference to a game, a lazy and obvious one at that!"
"OBJECTION! You are breaking the fourth wall and are by that disqualified from this reality!"
"OBJECTION! How would you even know that this is breaking the fourth wall?! This might as well be a game in this universe too! The dayshift at Freddy's series is known for playing with the boundaries of reality!"
"OBJECTION! How would you know that we are based on a series if you aren't breaking the fourth wall?!"
"H A ! BECAUSE IN THE GAME ITSELF IT WAS REFERENCED! OLD SPORT HIMSELF ASKED WHEN THE THIRD GAME WOULD COME OUT ON THE GAME DEVELOPER'S WEBPAGE!"
In a minute you are both disqualified from this piece of shit.
"OBJECTIONS!" Both simultaneously screamed at the author. "YOU CAN'T SAY ANYTHING, BECAUSE YOU LITERALLY DON'T EXIST!"
Wow. That's a bit rude...
Dave turned back to Will and flipped his ears, a poor attempt to imitate him it seemed, while laughing manically. "BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER! BECAUSE YOU! YOU CANNOT SUE US! BECAUSE I WILL SUE YOU!"
"You have no idea how suing works, do you?"
"TOUGH LUCK, MURDER FURRY!"
"Did you just call me-"
"YES I DID! BECAUSE THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE! I CAN SEE IT IN YOUR FACE, FOUR EYES!"
"Yes, I wear glasses, what does that have to do with anything-" At least that was what he WANTED to say. What actually came out before Dave interrupted was "Yes, I wear-"
"FURSUITS!" Dave screamed. "YOU ADMITTED!"
"I-"
"AS A CONFIRMED MURDERER, YOU ARE NOW TO BE TAKEN OUT! POLICE! SHOOT HIM!"
The man leaned onto his hands, smiling and staring at Dave until he was sure he would get to speak. "I could listen to your wonderful voice all day~ But mind me asking how the hell you think police is coming in here while the door is closed? Not to mention that actually the more immediate threat, seeing as you have kidnapped a good dozen of people, including two children."
"Nobody here is kidnapped!"
"The police doesn't know that." Will smiled and put his feet onto the table.
"A-also, I disagree-" Judge Guy spoke up.
"Shut it, fucking normie." Growling Dave sat back down, unsure of what to do next. "It's a real dickmove to call the cops, ya know?"
"Sure it is, but this bores me now, so I want to get out."
"How 'bout you drop the fuckin' charges then? I'd let you out in that case!"
"Huh..." Apparently he seriously considered it and it made Old Sport want to tear out his hair. This want became an action as the man stood up and stretched his body. "Sure, I guess. All charges dropped! You're free baby, but only because you're so charming~"
"No." Suddenly the judge slammed his wooden hammer onto the table. "You two won't get away with this. F-first I get locked in, then two people play pretend in my f-fucking courtroom-"
"SWEARING IN THE COURTROOM!?" Dave gasped. "Ya can't do that!"
"I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT! I'M NOT THE JUDGE OF THIS CASE ANYMORE, BECAUSE I AM SUING Y O U! FOR- EVERYTHING! A-AND YOU, MR- WILL, I THINK, YOU FOR NECROPHILIA AND BEASTIALITY, SEEING AS YOU ARE FLIRITING WITH WHAT SEEMS TO BE A CORPSE IN A FURSUIT!"
"Technically that wouldn't really count as bestiality..." Old Sport thoughtfully added to the conversation.
Will snickered. "Sure, can't wait to see you again, hotstuff. Does next Monday sound like a good date?"
Sirens sounded in the distance and Will as well as Dave perked up, both seemingly not too keen to actually meet them. Thankfully, Dave seemingly as plotted for this case, grabbed all his people and jumped onto the nearest table. "Gotta go, left my kids in the oven! I should even have a crack-nackel-dack at this point, O H D E A R !"
The table cracked and then suddenly jetpacks extended, catapulting them upwards, making them scream- Mary out of excitement, Phoney out of terror, Dave because he was surprised it actually worked and Old Sport because he didn't want to be left out. Only Isaac looked into the great landscape they were now offered thoughtfully.
"Hey... Mr. Dave?"
"WHHHHHHHYYYYYYY AAAAAREEEEEE YOUUUUUUU CAAAAAAAAAALLING MEEEEEEEE THAAAAAAT?"
"Habit, I guess? The man in the courtroom... does he really hang around Freddy's...?"
"NEEEEEEEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEER PAAAAAAAAAAID AAAAAAAATTENTIOOOOOOON TOOOO IIIIIT!"
A pause was created, until Isaac frowned. "He had a Taser in his pocket I think... the outline of the thing in his pocket looked like the thing Mr. Orange Guy carries around- which is a Taser, I mean."
"Sure sounds like a regular ole Freddy's veteran!" Tired of screaming Dave sat down next to Isaac, who still was looking bothered.
"... He also had a knife. A large one at that."
"Heh, nothin' weird about that one I reckon. After all, I also carry a knife at all times and- oh wait. Yeah, sure, it's fuckin' weird. But I doubt we'll see him again anyways."
"..." Staying quiet for the rest of the ride, they crashed through the roof of their restaurant, right onto a pile of fire.
Oliver and the animatronics looked oddly at them, before the last kid of the group stood up and clapped into his hands. "Welp. That's that I guess."
All of them nodded and pretty much scattered, while Mary jumped off the table, curiously looking around the restaurant, where all the people were still dancing in the complete dark. "What were you up to?"
"Eh, run out of flour and... took something we found in the kitchen instead?"
"Oh dear god." Phone Guy stumbled off the table and towards said kitchen, while Old Sport yawned. Nothing out of the ordinary.
Isaac smiled as Oliver ran up to him, questioning what he had missed and Baby shyly approached Old Sport with the same question.
Proud Dave watched it, happy to see them interact so well...who would have thought he didn't even need to push it like he expected back when...
Slowly he drifted off, thinking about the day he made her.
God, it had been... so long...
"Hey... Davetrap!"
At first he didn't even notice that he was talked to.
"David Miller, the elusive aubergine man, son of the great eggplant, kiddie strangler 1.0, murder furry extraordinaire, sausage wielding violet man, heartless lovesick stalker, defeater of the weak, destroyer of the Fazbender's enterprise, lilac lunatic, the lifelong goal of all other kiddie stranglers, totally not William Afton, the man who didn't accidentally get me arrested several times, the man, the myth, the legend, THE ASSHOLE. Do you hear me?!"
The Purple Guy looked at him like an owl. "What the fuck?"
"Oh good, you're still alive. I thought already a springlock has penetrated your brain and now you're even less alive than you were before!"
"How- I- You- No. I'm fine, Old Sport! Totally Gucci! Great as a grape!" His smile was wide and goofy. "Did ya really call me a legend?"
"THAT'S the thing you focus on?" For a moment Old Sport looked almost serious as he shook his head, but then a small smile gave him away. "I guess I wanted to... thank you...? You know, in court... uh... at least we aren't in more trouble than we were before. All charges dropped! But what do you think, how soon will the police appear?"
Glowing with pride, the Zombie Bunny out an arm around his friend(?). "Ya know, the police doesn't really care about us. And I mean, what they gonna do, sue us? That court ain't taking ANY more chances with us!"
"... clever boy..." Old Sport tilted his head. "Be honest. You didn't plan any of this out, did you?"
"Nope! But ya know I'd NEVER let you down. Or give you up."
"I don't know if you want me to strangle you or if you feel clever about this, but I SWEAR TO GOD DAVE-"
"C'mon, you're no stranger to love, are ya?"
It was at this point Dave got tackled.
Phone Guy watched them with a sorrowful expression that somehow managed to be on his blank face, then he turned and left the establishment to make his routine call to Peter.

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A/N: Soooooo... for anyone curious, the characterI used as lawyer was William Afton from http://ask-the-graveyard-shift.tumblr.com/
I love their AU too much for my own good!
Also, did you know that Mr. Guy is actually a canon judge on one of the legalpapers you can get in FNAF 6? Yeah, I know my F A X T.