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The place had only been closed down for a few weeks, yet, somehow already carried the air of a location lost to time and long since fallen silent, as Henry took one last look around the silent main room of Freddy Fazbear's pizza; with the investigations now thoroughly concluded, he'd been given permission to take whatever of his own belongings he still wanted from the premises, however, there were only four items there he had any intention of taking with him. The old stars of the show, Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, and Foxy the Pirate fox. The old animatronics were the very faces of his life's work, and to leave them to rot felt unforgivable, so they'd be coming along with him, regardless of the difficulty Henry had looking his robotic creations in the eye's these days. With the quartet of creatures safely tucked away in the moving van, Henry gave the closed down restaurant one last glance before stepping back out through the old double doors and

Chapter 2 “Killer... killer... what's the right punishment for a killer like you..?” Blood covered claws and maws barely held at bay by flimsy wooden doors, doors that couldn't hope to hold them back much longer, their accusatory tones marking him as a killer, their words only occasionally muffled by fits of deranged laughter, and the sounds of the doors taking a beating as they tried to get through. He pressed his back against the wall furthest from the doors, his breath catching in his throat as he fought back sobs and the desire to scream for help he knew wouldn't come for him; when suddenly, he sensed another presence in the room near him,barely managing to pull his eyes from the doors, he looked towards where the perceived “other” in the room was, his eyes meeting the blood covered face of a child, one he knew all too well, a man stood behind the bloodied body that was invading his space. “Are you proud of yourself...?” the man spoke with far too much calmness

Chapter 3 There was a strange, soft sound around him, it almost sounded like whispering, but something about the cadence of the noise, and the way it seemed to drift around didn't seem right; Michael slowly opened his eyes, the room was dark, and his vision was still blurred, the whispering sound didn't cease now that he was a bit more conscious either; desperately trying to will his eyes to focus again, he began to spot small, glowing orbs, floating about in the room, oddly enough, it seemed like the sounds he was hearing were coming from these little flecks of light that danced around in the darkness of the storage room, they seemed to stick close to some metal props that had been on stage during a show in the theater last weekend. Michael let his eye's drift back closed again, obviously he'd hit his head pretty hard and was still feeling very disoriented, and seeing things; he hoped. Even with his eyes shut tightly, he could still “see” a small shift in light as one

Chapter 4 Hurricane Utah was still just as she remembered it the last time she'd been there, how long had it been? Nearly 5 years by now she was sure, most of her family had packed up and left not long before the murders happened, while in some ways she was thankful not to have been so close to the area during the immediate aftermath, in other ways, she thought maybe things had of turned out a bit better for her had they stayed in Hurricane. The streetlights did little to make the landscape look more lively as she drove through, most of the businesses in town had either closed down for the night, or had long since been abandoned and no one had yet bought the lot to make use of it for something else, down one narrow road, a bit off the main strip, she could see it, a tiny amount of what remained of Freddy Fazbear's pizza, what was most surprising was the fact that it didn't look closed, as if someone had been insane enough to buy the place and re-open it for something

Chapter 5 Ears perked into an upright position, the small, yellow furred rabbit leaned close against the grate of the air vent it was crouched in, making out specific conversations or spotting specific objects was proving to be difficult with the general amount of noises and people that flooded the place during the day, and the vent system itself was like an absolute utter maze, even with a great sense of direction hardwired into it, it still struggled to keep track of where each seemingly endless duct lead; but given how close it had come to getting caught just a few days prior, it was best to stay out of sight as much as possible to avoid trouble. Crawling it's way to another location, Plushtrap carefully opened a vent that lead right to the back of one of the many soda vending machines in the place, making sure no one was nearby, he gnawed a hole through the back of the machine, helping itself to as many Fizzyfaz sodas as it could easily carry into the vent system

Chapter 6 Henry found himself up late, working on prototypes for little robotic toys to send to Fazbear Entertainment; it always seemed a bit easier to focus later in the night, though the Pizzaplex was never truly silent, it at least got as close as it could to that after closing, the sounds of the main atrium still just barely reached out to parts and services, just enough to not make the place feel eerie, but not loud enough to be a distraction in of itself. Henry flipped over the part he was working on, a new set of claws for Monty that would have a bit more dexterity to them, to make it an easier task for Monty to play his bass guitar during his turns on stage, he did very well playing already, but a little help could go a long way, though he needed to finish those prototypes as well, he figured he could spare a few minutes for other projects too. Henry only shifted his gaze from the intricate robotic claw in his hands as the sound of the door opening across the

Chapter 7 The heat that had been creeping in around the Pizzaplex herald the return of summer, and as summer break had begun for most schools around, the Pizzaplex had no shortage of customers, of children looking for something fun to do, and exasperated parent's looking for something to keep the little ones entertained for at least a few hours; the crowds had certainly served as a challenge, the building itself was fine for so many people, but the human employee's and animatronics struggled to keep up some days, the Staff bots could at least handle basic tasks for them, but that was by no means a cure-all. Henry had been managing to take it all in stride it seemed though, despite the barely hidden dark circles forming under the man's eyes, he was quick to respond to everyone he spoke to with patience and a smile, regardless of how hard some people seemed to want to try his patience. Michael had been continuing to try and play his part in helping out around the

Chapter 8 The suffocating darkness of the room seemed to move and flow around him like the ocean, even making a slight sloshing sound as he found himself blindly taking steps forward in the dark expanse, ahead, barely visible, was the faintest of lights, beckoning him forward, perhaps, silently promising a way out of the dark that seemed to tug at him with more and more force with every step he took, by the time he reached the light, he could barely move, every attempt at it becoming a vast struggle as if his limbs were made of lead. His blood ran cold as he looked up, spotting the source of the light, a small, dim spotlight, and beneath it, a monstrous golden bear, with rows upon rows of teeth and cold, blank, dead eye's, and between him and the bear stood a young boy, dangerously close to the massive creature before the both of them. Michael opened his mouth to call out to the boy, desperate to stop what he knew was coming, but the words wouldn't form, and

Chapter 9 Freddy quietly moved around one of the unfinished areas of the Pizzaplex, carefully kneeling down to look under stored tables, and around boxes, the sound of the storm outside muffled a lot of sound inside the building, but he was certain of what he saw and heard, and he wasn't even going to think about leaving before he found it. “Come out, I promise I will not hurt you.” Freddy gently called, as he carefully peered into one of the storage rooms, finding it empty once again, he slowly closed the door back and listened, looking around slowly for any signs of movement in the dark unfinished expanse he was wandering in, “Please, you are not in any trouble.” Freddy assured aloud, hoping whoever he was looking for was listening. Thunder rang out from the storm outside again, and with it, Freddy heard a few boxes tumble to the floor down the hallway, he walked quickly towards the sound, but tried his best not to sound too threatening as he came closer. “Please!