Well hello there. Welcome to the sequel of "Where fantasy and fun come to life." Yep, looks like I'm giving it a go. Considering it got very little feedback, I don't really have high hopes for the sequel. But, I feel as if it should have somewhat of a continuation anyway. This will either be decent, like the old editions, or senseless garbage. Either way, I hope you all enjoy.

By the way, it is recommended that you read "Where fantasy and fun come to life" if you haven't already. Otherwise this whole story may not make sense. A link will be at the bottom.

It had been quite a number of years from I had escaped the nightmare that was Freddy Fazbears Pizza. My injuries have been healed, although my left leg still makes vigorous movements hurt ever so slightly. I have adapted to life on the streets while in pursuit of information I so desperately crave. Although I have been searching for years, I have discovered next to nothing. All I have found is a name. Afton. I know he is very important to the entire company, but I am unsure why.

Even though the search seemed futile, I had no intention of letting up anytime soon. Sure, I am mostly full of doubt at this point, but I have nothing left except this. Plus, I want to make sure that nobody else will suffer the way I... and the way THEY did.

I'd spend most days searching for a way to find any information about the place at all. I'd look through old newspapers dating back to the 80's, but they were usually just ads or reports on things that I already knew. One particular day though, I was walking through an alleyway when I came across something of interest. There was a page of a newspaper pinned up on a wall, there was an area highlighted by a red circle. It mentioned "Circus Baby's Pizza World" was opening and it contained an address. Apparently, it was not that far away.

Beneath the newspaper was a Freddy Fazbear brand pizza box. Curious, I open it while also checking for anyone watching. Just in case there was something illegal in there. Like drugs... or even a limb. Thankfully, it contained no such items. There was a note... it was addressed to me.

Troy. I trust that you realise that the discovery of these items was no coincidence. You have made quite a name for yourself due to your actions in the establishment you were held captive in. Trust me when I say that I wish to help you. The man that tried to kill you was an old friend of mine. Well, until his true intentions were made clear to me. He was the head of Afton Robotics Inc. and became a large part of the 'sister location project'. That sister location is the establishment mentioned in the newspaper above this note. If you wish to educate yourself on your family's part in this, then you will go to the address mentioned in the article. Upon entering the building, you'll see an elevator that appears to be without power. It is not. Use it to descend into the establishment. You will find further instructions at a later point. Good luck. -H

H, huh? Great, guess I have an anonymous stalker. If what he says is true, then I might be in luck at last. Even if his intentions are foul, I still have the address to another location. Plus, I'm now experienced with dealing with dangerous murderers. But something tells me that I can trust this guy. Either way, I have nothing to lose. I take the note and the newspaper, then make my way to the address.

10 minutes later

I find myself in front of a rather normal building. There were no signs, banners or even windows. It was just a small brick structure in a pretty secluded part of town. Here I am again. About to possibly enter hell a second time, granted this time it was willingly. I take a deep breath and enter the building.

Surprisingly, the door was actually unlocked. The interior was as bland as the exterior, aside from the large elevator doors at the end. I press the button to the right of the doors, after fumbling through the darkness searching for it that it, and begin waiting. After about a minute, I begin to believe that nothing was happening. Maybe this was just some sick joke. The sound the elevator suddenly made proved otherwise.

The door open swiftly and the lights inside flicker on. It looked surprisingly clean, I felt like I was about to walk into a time machine. I step inside cautiously, part of me believing that this was a trap. I step into the centre and the doors slam shut, scaring the hell out of me. After another uncomfortably long minute, the elevator begins to pipe up with sounds and begins it's descent. I guess this is the real deal. I'm about to enter the dark side of a kids restaurant. I release a long, loud sigh.

Here we go again.

Here we go again indeed. If you read the old version of the sequel, you'll notice that... this is a different story entirely. Well, a lot of time has passed from that one. Things change. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed.

Fantasy and fun 1: s/12616113/1/Where-Fantasy-and-Fun-come-to-Life-RE