[Friday, June 12, 2020]
It was a rainy day outside of an old, decrepit Pizzeria. The faded words on it were barely visible, due to the amount of time the place had been rotting. They simply read "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." A single light was seen on. The Pizzeria's Manager Office was that light, and two figures were inside. One was a thirty year old man, who had a bit of weight on him, but seemed nice. His brown hair was cleanly cut enough to seem semi-professional, along with a slight beard. The other figure was a businessman, who was at least forty, slim and tidy. The business man seemed to be annoyed.
"Scott, if this doesn't work, you know you'll have to give all that money back to the person who donated it." The businessman said, and the other man sighed.
"Yeah, I know Dan... I know this place will do better than last time, though! It simply needed better AI systems to be placed in, is all." Scott said, sounding confident.
"It's your choice, and you have to accept any consequences." Dan said, before turning and leaving. Scott wiped some sweat off his brow, and opened up his Email, opening the newest one.
From: Architech (Insert Email site).com
To: Fazbear (Insert another Email Site).com
The first one, the Bunny, is Finished. Should be shipped later this week. Get a Night Guard for them, please. These can't be replaced easy. I'll finish the other four later in the month, maybe sooner. Have fun with your new Pizzeria, Scott. Good luck.
-Architech
Scott smiled, typing a reply of thanks back and closing the tab, putting in an Ad for his Pizzeria. Hopefully he'd get someone before it arrived. Hopefully. He stood up, closing the laptop and walked out, glancing at the old models of his beloved Animatronics. He frowned, remembering how much fun they were to kids back in 2005, when they were top-of-the-line.
"I'll see what I can do, guys... Maybe someone'll be able to repair ya." He'd say, talking more to himself as he walked out the door into the rain and darkness.