Human POV
The rain fell down onto the still-burning horror attraction, slowly extinguishing the flames, but the main work was being done by the firemen that had arrived after someone called 911 upon noticing the flaming building. Once the flames were taken care of, one of the owners of the horror attraction, Darrell, surveyed the damage. there was nothing that could be salvaged, but strangely, there were only the Animatronic parts from the '87 location, mainly plastic bots that mainly resembled oversized toys rather than actual animatronics. the original animatronics were nowhere to be seen, not even a rusted endoskeleton, and, the biggest difference, the place didn't reek of the dead, so the main attraction, what everyone had come to call "Springtrap", was gone.
Darrell: "Shit. looks like we're gonna have to start from scratch, Tony."
Tony: "Uh, yea, about that, Darrell, I'm not being a part of this. the faulty wiring in this place alone could've killed someone, nevermind the place going up in flames! not only that, but we put most of our funds into what could be considered an immoral cashgrab! I don't care about what YOU do, but I'm out!"
Darrell: "Oh, come on, really?! you're bailing because you don't see the money this could make us?!"
Tony: "No! I'm "bailing" because I refuse to use a tragedy as a stepping stone to a wall of dollars! This country already has greedy sellouts in gaming companies or Monsters that indulge in disgusting actions "For the sake of the company"! And lemme tell ya,I'm not looking to being one of those things!"
Darrell: "Well, Fine! See if I care! You'll be NOTHING without Me, anyway!"
Tony: "I was nothing WITH you, so being nothing without you can't be any worse!"
Little did any of them know, they were being watched by a specific animatronic.
Animatronic POV
Bonnie couldn't resist listening to the conversation between the two owners of the ruins of the horror attraction. Evidently, Tony had a moral compass and the horror attraction was too much for him.
(Bonnie's thoughts: "Thank god that Tony guy has some dignity. The hell is wrong with that Darrell?
...Eh, I'll worry about him later. guess there's not really much to do other than trying to find Afton.
But first, gotta salvage anything within the remains of this place.")
Searching through the rubble wasn't an easy task with one arm, though. it took Bonnie, by himself, 2 hours to just move a pile of debris, but no-one else was around, at least not actively in Bonnie's limited line of sight. his only accompanying surrounding area consisted of rubble, burnt posters, and, strangely enough, a hooked arm sticking out of a pile of debris.
Bonnie: "Hold on a minute, FRITZ?!"
Bonnie rapidly approached the hooked arm to survey the owner of said arm and it matched his friend's animatronic; It was a 1984-branded Foxy the pirate fox animatronic that clearly had seen better days, much like Jeremy's. Most of the exterior suit had been set aflame inside of Fazbear's Fright, leaving the endoskeleton to be nearly fully exposed, the eyes, indicative of the host of the withered away vessel, had become pure black with the main pupil having taken on a deceased look, mainly gray and white, and the exposed wires that wrapped around the Animatronic had succumbed to metal fatigue, changing from a metallic gray to a rusty copper.
Yep, That was Fritz, or rather Foxy.
Bonnie: "Oh, thank god, Fritz! You're okay!"
Fritz, however, didn't make a single noise. Not even a wink of movement emerged from the animatronic, but he was clearly not fully dead.
Bonnie: "Fritz? Come on, buddy, up and at 'em."
After that sentence, the colourization of the Foxy animatronic switched from a deceased gray to a rageful red.
Fritz immediately lunged upwards at Jeremy with far more strength than the animatronic was originally supposed to have upon its construction, and judging by the absolutely livid look that was being directed at the bunny, Fritz definitely confused him for William.
Bonnie: "Jesus, Fritz! Calm yourself down!"