IMPORTANT MESSAGE: This story does NOT feature FNAF3, FNAF4 or FNAF: Sister Location.

UPDATE: I made a minor change. Just below the title of this chapter, the main character informs you of his name and age. I did this because I plan to make more stories with the Agency in the future, and in some cases with different characters.


Chapter one: Just another assignment

My name is Bryan Roth. I am 31 years old.

I was walking through the doors of the Agency Headquarters as I had done many times before. Going through the hallway that followed, my hand automatically reached inside my pocket, taking out my ID and allowing the guy behind the desk on my right to scan it, confirming my status as a Special Agent at the place. I waited a few seconds for him to return the ID, which he did shortly after scanning it, giving me a nod.

I nodded back as I took what was mine before resuming my walk. This building being as secure as it is, we have to make sure that no unauthorized people walk in. Apparently, asking for an ID to scan isn't enough, so they placed a door between this hallway and the lobby that required another scan with the very same object.

After opening the door and stuffing the ID back into my pocket, I entered the lobby of the building. Looking around, I attempted to find a certain person waiting for me somewhere in this room. I couldn't find her at first, until she came walking towards me.

"Morning," she said. I simply gave her a nod in response.

"You said that McDonald had another job for us?" I reminded her. She nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "Though he didn't tell me much yet. He wanted me to wait for you so he wouldn't have to explain it twice."

"Understandable," I said as I started walking towards my boss' office, with the woman coming along.

This woman, Special Agent Amelia Watts, was my partner at the Agency. Unlike me, she didn't try to hide her emotions and was optimistic about things. Her positive attitude, combined with her cheerful and friendly personality, made her seem like she was my absolute opposite. Despite this, she was still a good friend to me.

Me, Special Agent Bryan Roth, I prefer to keep my emotions hidden. I always tried not to be too harsh when dealing with people, but my somewhat cold and emotionless behavior apparently made me seem like a rather unpleasant person. And then there were my… anger issues. It's not that I'm angered easily, but rage is the only emotion I show when my buttons are pushed too hard.

I've always been like that since… that day.

I opened the door to Jax McDonald's office, revealing the man in question looking up from his desk at me, his stern black eyes looking into mine. He was bent over what seemed to be a newspaper on his desk, but sat up straight as soon as he saw me.

"Special Agents," he said. "Come in and take a seat. I have another assignment for you two."

"So we heard, sir," Watts said as she complied. I closed the door behind us and approached one of the chairs in front of McDonald's desk. He began to speak once I was seated.

"What do you know about the rumors surrounding Freddy Fazbear's?" he immediately asked. I gave him a dumb look, not knowing what he was talking about. Fortunately, Watts answered instead.

"Freddy Fazbear's? That pizza place for kids? People say five children disappeared in 1987 and that the robots kill the night guards in a painful and horrible way."

The way she said that was calm, casual and professional like it was supposed to be here at the Agency. We still work for the government, so there's no screaming or informal ways of conversation.

"Correct," McDonald said. "They say that the robots have been possessed by the ghosts of those dead children. So far, we believed that these rumors are false, since there was nothing that indicated anything like murder." He grabbed the paper he was reading before and handed it to me. I looked at him for a moment before reading it.

CHILDREN DISAPPEARED AT FREDDY FAZBEAR'S

10-13-1987 – This day, five children have been reported missing at Freddy Fazbear's without a trace. The parents have reported seeing their child following what seemed to be an old, golden version of the main animatronic of the pizzeria, Freddy Fazbear. The police are investigating the disappearances, but only few clues has been found as of yet. The owner of Freddy Fazbears refuses to take responsibility for what happened and what will happen to the victims. The following is a list of the missing children:

Rhys Harvey, six years old, black hair, green eyes.

Benjamin Fulton, seven years old, light brown hair, hazel eyes.

Anne Martin, four years old, light blonde hair, maroon eyes.

Oliver Houghton, six years old, dark brown hair, green eyes.

Chris Garcia, seven years old, dark blonde hair, hazel eyes.

"How does this help us?" I asked as I gave the paper to Watts. McDonald immediately reached into one of his drawers, pulling out another news article and giving it to me.

INCIDENT AT FREDDY FAZBEAR'S

11-13-1987 – This morning, an incident occurred at the famous pizzeria known as Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, involving one of the animatronics attacking one of the guards, Jeremy Fitzgerald. The animatronic, known as Foxy, or otherwise Mangle, had approached the guard and bit him in his head, resulting in severe damage in the victim's frontal lobe. After one of the mechanics managed to shut Foxy down, the police and an ambulance were called. Fitzgerald has been taken into medical care, and the pizzeria will be out of business.

"With all due respect, sir, this does not answer my question," I said as I handed this paper to Watts.

"There are possibilities that the incidents are connected," McDonald explained patiently. "The dead children causing that last incident, the Bite of '87, is a commonly believed theory among the people who know about this."

"But there's nothing to prove it," Watts commented as she kept looking at the articles in her hands. McDonald looked at her.

"Except that the disappearances haven't stopped," he darkly said. Watts looked at him with a surprised and confused look. I did the same, but with less… emotion.

"We've sent one of our agents to do some minor research," McDonald said. "It seems that the majority of the night guards from that place went missing as well. When questioning the families of some of the victims, they said that the guards were nervous whenever they returned from work. The nervousness would increase drastically the next few days, after which the night guards would never be seen again."

I briefly looked at Watts, then back at McDonald. "You're saying that the rumors are true? That the deceased children are killing night guards?" I guessed. He shook his head.

"I'm not saying anything just yet. Maybe the robots are alive of their own and they just want to protect the children that go there during the day. Maybe there's another party trying to frame Fazbear's. Maybe the guards have been sucked into another dimension and are now enjoying a much-needed vacation there." He leaned forward. "It doesn't matter what I think," he said. "It's your job to find out the truth."

It was silent for a moment as McDonald looked us in the eyes. Most new agents would say that he looks like an asshole, but Watts and I know better. Our boss was patient and supporting, he just didn't show it that much. Kind of like me.

I stood up. "Then we need to go to work," I said. Watts got up as well, and we both walked towards the office's exit. I opened the door for Watts, and was just about to leave myself, when McDonald spoke up again.

"Find out the truth, Agent Roth," he said. "Ghosts or not, the supernatural are our specialty here at the Agency. This is what we do."

I didn't look back as I left.