He Always Comes Back

A/N- Hello everybody! So, to first start this off, I never really had any plans to write another FNAF story. I loved the first game, the second inspired me to write You Remember, which is my best received story on this sight, most viewed and whatnot, and, I thought I was done. But, then the third game came out. And after watching it for a while...I knew I had to return to this series. So, to all those who were fans of my first story, to all those of you who followed and favorited me BECAUSE of that story, this is a love letter to you. A new FNAF story. DOn't know how often I will update it, but, I am definitely inspired. So, please, enjoy your read and if you did, be sure to favorite it if you want. If you'd like to keep up, hit follow, and, I would appreciate any kind of reviews you may have for me. So, without further ado, I present you, He Always Comes Back. Take care.

Chapter I

He Will Come Back

"Hey, hey! Did you hear!?"

"Did I hear what?"

"Oh, how could you have not heard?!"

"What!? What's happening?"

"They found one!"

"Found one?"

"They found one! An animatronic!"

"Wait…an animatronic…you mean…"

"Yup! He's coming back!"

"But…why…"

"Because…He always does."

He looked at the…the thing, whatever it was. They said it was one of the old animatronics from one of the Pizzerias, an artifact from many a people's childhood. And yet, the thing looked…decrepit. No, not just decrepit, he thought. It looked more…he couldn't find the word. The way it smelled, the way it looked, falling apart, its monstrous features and insidious grin…it looked more like death was draped over it, he decided. It didn't look like time had taken its toll, however, it looked more…

He then looked around, seeing where exactly he was. This place used to be one of the old restaurants. On the walls, there were various children's drawings, props everywhere, lights flickering on and off. It looked like the place was…haunted…as well it should.

After Freddy's went out of business, they just, up and left, everything remaining where it was. The doors were boarded and everything inside was left, never to be touched for years. That is, until someone had the brilliant idea of opening up a haunted house/museum of this damn place. A "horror attraction" they called it. They should have left this place alone, he thought. Who would even want to come to a place like this? The owners just left this place, leaving everything. Even the employees left, and yet, no questions were asked. This place was just…

He looked at the animatronic.

Abandoned.

A chill went down his spine as he gulped audibly. This place was always shrouded in mystery, many horrific rumors being born, nothing more than urban legends. And yet, this place sought to breathe life into them, to make a profit. He, himself, had never been to one of the establishments, the Freddy's having closed over thirty years ago, and he just here to save for college.

To think someone thought having huge, robotic animals, walking around and singing would be…fun for children. He just thought it was plain creepy. Especially if they looked like…this…thing. He shook his head, turning and going down hallway to his office. Apparently, he was deserving of one, what with being a night guard. Even if this was only his second day on the job, apparently, rumor has it that the security guard played a big part is all those crazy rumors. So, because of this, not only did he get an office, but, he was also part of the show.

It really didn't matter. Rumor or not, he had his own office, and at least, he could say as much. Well, not that he would, the office being a far cry from what one might imagine their own personal office might look like. To be frank, it looked like shit. But, he thought looking at the building, so did everything else. It looked as if the walls were rotting, paint was chipped and wallpaper peeling. The lights were dim and flickered without warning, and there were cobwebs everywhere…of course, all of this was intentional.

Finally making it to his office, he sighed, slumping in his chair. The equipment he was given was all old school. That is to say, very ancient. Almost everything he had was found in one of the Freddy's. He sighed. The place hasn't even opened, and yet, they wanted him to work the night shift. They didn't want anyone to come in and steal anything, as well as since, most everything in here was old, there was always the possibility of something happened that needed immediate attention. The manager made sure to remind him of this. What he said first as a joke quickly became serious. This place could burn down, what with the old wiring. So, should something happened, he had to either extinguish it, or, call the professionals.

And so, he sat here, staring at monitors for no good reason. He had to get used to it. Make sure nothing burned down, make sure everything was in place, and make sure there was no movement. And yet, the monitors only inhibited him, their quality so poor and sticky. He supposed that once the place opened and people walked these halls, when they would stop by his office and see him and there was something more than this dreadful silence that hung in the air, then maybe, just maybe, this might be a pretty cool gig. But, for now, it was boring. But hey, a job is a job. He didn't like this place, he didn't care for it really, didn't see the point in it, but, he was counting the days till they opened.

He honestly couldn't see why anyone would visit a "horror attraction" so late at night, but, apparently, their hours of operation ran through his shift. He supposed it was for the sake of "ambiance," that the fact that you were out in such a creepy place so late at night drove your nerves more and more. But he felt as though the place, itself, had that down.

Flipping through the cameras, he found that this only became even truer. The run down feel of the building made the drawings that decorated the walls even crueler, almost distorted, and the flashing dim lights gave very little for him to see. Then, of course, there were the suits. Around the place there were suits of the old animatronics. Of course, they only had one of the animatronics, the new arrival that came today, but that didn't mean they didn't already have some strange attractions.

The suits of the original animatronics. Empty, when they found them, the endoskeleton within were gone. The suit of Freddy, in its torn condition, was set on a stand, propped up by beams, and it stood looming, lights within the head flickering. The head of...what was that? He squinted…a duck? Whatever the hell it was, its head sat on the floor as if it were some sort of creepy jack-o-lantern, the light that shone from its eyes was eerily brighter than the lights of the hall itself. Then there was this fox, hung on the wall like a trophy. Although, with perspective, it looked almost as if it were diving through the wall. It hung, suspended in the air.

He flicked through the monitors and found…it.

The new guy, as it were. He furrowed his brow. He felt that shiver again. He was assured that he would get used to it, but, for now…it was just…creepy…and dark…this place would definitely live up to the hype that was being built for it.

He lowered the monitor, uninterested in anything it had to offer. He felt uneasy with staring at them for too long, and even more so when it came to the animatronic. It was a giant bunny, as it were, and was named Bonnie. At least, that's what he heard. He looked at his control panel, making sure everything was in order. He would control audio from here, a child's laugh that would ring out in some of the rooms. When they finally opened, he could use this to spook them. The panel also showed the status on his cameras and the ventilation system. As old as this place was, at least they had half the mind to give him the ability to remotely reboot the systems.

The one that was most important, at least, right now, anyway, was the ventilation systems. He had to keep circulation going in this otherwise stuffy and dreary place. Air meant that he could breath, of course, but it also meant that the many old fashioned systems that were in this building got cooled off. Which, in turn means, the risk of a fire was reduced. To be honest, he didn't think this was at all legal, but, he didn't bother looking into it. What did he care?

With everything being in its place, all the systems running smoothly, he decided to just relax. His manager had given him a box of junk, more artifacts from the old Freddy's, and asked him to sort through them. Of note was the training tapes. One thought the manager had was that they could play some of these taps over the speakers, a pretty cool idea, honestly. But, for that to happen, he had to go through and listen to them all, find what could be used, what would be interesting.

That said, they were training tapes. They were anything but interesting. The first tape was about how to put on a suit. He only listened to the introduction before hitting the pause button on the tape recorder. The guy's voice on the tape was annoying, and, they were…well, training tapes. There was nothing else to say about them. He rubbed his eyes.

He still wasn't used to the night shift, yet. He thought, hey, I prefer to stay up late and sleep in, but, that is a whole lot different when, well, you have nothing to do. Putting in his earbuds, and decided to search the web on his phone. Well, that's what he planned on doing, but, it seems his body had other plans. Another yawn, and, he was out.

In fact, he only woke up when he heard alarms ringing loudly. His eyes darted open as he yanked the buds from his ear, the room was flashing red. He looked quickly to the control panel to see what was wrong. Ventilation? The ventilation was messing up? Quickly, he rebooted the system, the lights stopped flickering and the alarms quieting down. He felt his heart race, being woken in such a way. He slumped in his chair, finally beginning to calm down. Collected, he looked at his phone to see the time. It seems as though he slept for most of his shift. Whatever, he thought.

Lowering the control panel, the doorway came into view, having been obscured by the device. What he saw made his heart jump once again. He fell from his chair, landing hard on the ground at the face that poked its head into the office, a yellow, decrepit, sinister face…and that smile…was it always so…big?

Swiftly, it retreated behind cover. Quickly scrambling to his feet, he rushed to the doorway, looking out, only to be greeted with…nothing. He ran to his desk, looking at the camera monitors. His eyes widened. The animatronic was where it was…where it had always been…only…it was looking at the camera…looking at…him?

His phone rang, an alarm that signaled the end of his shift. His manager should be in soon. Should he tell him?

No, he decided. If I did, he would probably think it's from lack of sleep or something. I don't want to lose this gig. Besides, maybe I am just…a little tired. I fell asleep, after all. He blinked, only to see that the eyes of the animatronic were no longer staring at him, but rather, in the same position it was before, picture perfect. Yeah, I'm probably just…imagining all this. Once the manager gets here, I can go home and get some rest. That's what he told himself, but, he also knew that after that, he probably wouldn't be able to sleep. He nearly had a heart attack.

He placed his hand on his chest. His heart beat normally, but, it…ached? He shook his head, getting up from his seat and collecting his belongings before making his way out of the office. Making his way to the exit meant passing the animatronic, but, he just hurried past it. Or at least, that's what he wanted to do, but, he felt something…something make him turn around, an impulse?

It stood, still as a statue. He heard the door behind him open, his manager entered with a yawn to relieve him of his duties.

"Hey, man, how was the shift? Oh, checking him out some more? Well? What do you think of him? He'll make a good part of the show, huh? Uh, everything alright there, bud?"

His eyes were glued on the animatronic. "Hey, man…does this…does this thing look like it's…twitching?"

The manager only gave out a laugh. "Ah, dude, you had me going for a bit! I thought something was actually wrong with you, man! Yeah, no, it's definitely a creepy thing, but, you might want to rest your eyes. Staring at those old monitors for so long has you seeing things, man. But, man, could you imagine if it could, just, move! Like, man, how awesome would that be!?" He gave another laugh, clapping his hand on the security guard's shoulder.

"Anyhow, good work, man, make sure to get some rest. I'll see you tonight." And with that, he walked away, down to the office, stifling a yawn as he did.

But the security guard's eyes were locked with the animatronic. On his smile. No, not a smile…a smirk…as if…as if it knew something that no one else did. He turned, exiting the building. The sun would be rising soon, so, all the light that there was came from the faint horizon and the street lights, but, it was infinitely more brighter than inside Fazbear's Freight.

He raised his arm to cover his weak eyes, but, then noticed something. His hand was…trembling?