"Kill him."

Upon those two words spoken, the harsh, rapid sound of gunfire grated through the air. The man who previously stood before the desk was gunned down. He shrieked in agony due to being shot in non-fatal places, before they finally hit their target. He quickly dropped dead, blood gushing from his gun wounds.

The man-the bear behind said desk leaned back, frowning. He puffed on the cigar that hung from his mouth, sighing lowly. The two who stood next to his chair turned to him, lowering their guns.

"Enough for today, boys. Same time tomorrow." Pausing, he sat up straight to glance at the body on the ground, which was nearly gushing blood not even a minute ago. It had slowed to a gentle pour, splattering all over the ground.

"Take care of the body." He muttered, his ears flattening a bit. "Make it look like an accident. Or dump it in the harbor."

The two bodyguard-like males nodded quickly, both going over to the body. They hoisted it up, carefully carrying it out of the area. They made sure not to get the blood on any of the carpets, and only took it through hard-wooded areas.

Once they were out of sight, the bear stood up from his desk. Putting the cigar out, he brushed himself off. He put away various papers and things before he gathered his on-hand belongings. Placing them back into his suitcase, he sighed and began to leave.

Stopping before he fully left the room, he stood up straight once he spotted a full-body mirror. Glancing himself over, he brushed his suit off and straightened his tie. His blue eyes gleamed with the smallest amount of remorse, which was mostly masked by his calm, uncaring expression.

He was well-known for his restaurant. He ran one of the most successful Italian restaurants in the county, and he knew it. Everybody knew it. It had done nothing but improved since his father passed it down to him. However; he had one other job that only a few select people knew of, something else his father passed down to him.

His name was Rotti "Red" Fazbear, and he ran the mafia.


"RED! SBRIGARE!"

Red's mind snapped back to reality and the present day, which happened to be nearly 19 years later. Hearing the impatient chatter of customers from the dining area, and angry shouts from his little brother, he immediately went back to work. Quickly prepping several pasta dishes with ease, he glared into the direction of the other bear and snorted.

"Calmati!" He barked at the yellow bear, quickly taking the plates to the finished-food counter. Slamming his paw on a buzzer quickly, he waited until the sound died down to yell out.

"ORDERS 18, 27 AND 19 READY."

Quickly drying his hands with a rag, he walked deeper into the kitchen. Nearly slamming into the few workers who had shown up, he backed to the side and nodded apologetically. Going to the area where the dishes were, he glanced to the girl doing the dirty utensils, wiping his face free from any sweat.

"How are you doing on the first day, ragazza?" He questioned, splashing his face with cold water from a nearby sink. The chicken looked up quickly at the owner, looking a bit intimidated and worried.

"F-fine, sir. It's not as busy or hectic as I thought it'd be." Just as she spoke, a loud crash and screech came from the main kitchen. The short, yellow bear burst through the door seconds later, face nearly red with rage.

"THE BACK-UP CHEF FOR THE BACK-UP CHEF JUST DROPPED AN ENTIRE POT OF RAVIOLI, THEN VOMITED. ON THE RAVIOLI."

"Brother, calm down." Red spoke calmly, putting his wet paws up. "We're only thirty minutes away from closing. How about we shut down early before this gets any worse?"

"FINE!" He snapped in response, his hazel eyes burning with anger. The bear stormed out of the sink-area of the kitchen, leaving the bear and chicken alone. Red snorted and raised an eyebrow, looking down at the girl.

"Hectic enough for you yet, ragazza?"

The bear quickly followed after the smaller bear, going out to make sure that he didn't scream at any customers to leave, like he normally did when the older bear wasn't there to supervise him.


Shutting the doors and locking them, Red let out a heavy sigh. Rubbing his face, he looked back to the small team of workers that remained, frowning.

"This-a winter flu virus is killing us!" The gold bear said quickly, not able to stop his accent from flowing through into his voice. The others nodded, all looking to the dark-pelted bear for advice. Shaking his head a bit, he shrugged, growling.

"I don't know what to do about it, Tito." He growled to his brother, giving him a glare. "I'm not mother nature." He groaned under his breath, looking around the restaurant. He winced when he caught a whiff of flu vomit, snorting his nose. "I say we shut down, at least until this virus slows a bit."

"We can't!" Tito retaliated, crossing his arms. Red ignored him for the most part, glaring him down.

"We're twenty workers short because of this damn virus! And anyways, a lot of cubs come here. They're more likely to catch it, have it or to spread it, eh?"

A collective nod came from the group, even from Tito after a moment of reluctance. This made Red smile a bit to himself and cross his arms. He winced again when he smelled the vomit, giving an attempt to sneeze it out. Pointing to two of the remaining workers, he continued to wince, blinking quickly.

"You two, stay here and clean this place up. I'll pay you both double. Just lock up when you're done."

The two workers glanced at each other before nodding slowly, heading off to do so. Red looked back to the chicken and the smaller bear, sighing.

"Come on, you two. Let's get home."


Author's Note:

Heya, guys! Koili here with a brand-new story!

I know what you're probably wondering right now; "Where's BoC2 Chapter 13, Koili?!", right? Well, long story short, I've put it on hiatus. I'm sorry!

I'm working on it slowly while I'm doing this, but I REALLY wanted to work on something else while I did so to keep my brain turning. So, here's a new story for you to read while BoC2 is in production! I don't even know if I'll finish this one, but I hope that I'll be able to!

Also, I've recycled this title. It was actually the original title to a different fanfiction that I had never posted. It was. Um. A lemon.

Anyways, I've actually really wanted to do an AU (Alternate Universe) fanfiction like this for a while. I'm super excited to actually work on this, finally! I just hope you guys like it, I know this chapter is rubbish. Chapter 2 is much longer, though.

Along with an anthro AU, I've also been wanting to get into darker themes. I also love mafia writing prompts, and I've been wanting to do one for about two years, why not this? Red's basically already running a gang of hitmen in the actual game!

Huge thanks to Chillaid for beta reading!

****Koili does not suggest joining your local mafia or supporting them in any way! It's a bad idea, friends!

(Also, if you're wondering; Tito is indeed Tangle!)