A/N: Hey guys! Welcome to my first real thing on fanfiction. I've been writing roleplays for years, but none ever really got published or were worthy of being published, so with all the theories and thoughts open with FNAF I figured it was safe and ripe territory to try my hand at. This story isn't heavily betaed so please pardon any mistakes and as a warning any flames will be added to the blaze of Fazbears Fright come Night 7. Hope you enjoy! Also, yes this prologue may be short and may be choppy or weak, but please advance to the next chapter where things actually start happening before passing judgement!

Prologue

"Now let's see...According to what my old man said the room should be right up here." A ruddy haired man in his early 20's said, wandering through the old Pizzeria with three other men following him.

Stepping over molding acoustic tiles and wires everyone looked around until one worker commented through his hazard mask, "This place really went to shit didn't it?"

"Yeah, well it's been shut down for like-30 years." Jake said looking back, "And the roof was just as shitty when dad had to close it."

Eventually as the small group made it past the dining hall and stage the smell of rot and stagnant water grew stronger, and they walked up to the very back of the restaurant and found one whole wall had collapsed from water damage.

"Well damn. Is that supposed to be it?" one of the other workers, John, asked as he shined his flashlight through the gaping hole.

"I think so...guess we won't need the hammers." Jake murmured, stepping over the piles of rotted drywall and peeking into the room.

Scanning around he stepped back out and said, "Hey Danny, go get the shovels so we can clear this shit outta the way, I see some old arcade cabinets we can use if we can get them out. I'm going in to see what else there is."

Not waiting for a response from the others, Jake hopped back into the room and paused as an awful stench he hadn't noticed until it hit him. Crinkling his nose under the respirator as Rick and John followed him, Jake looked around for the source of the smell aside from the moulding rot.

Wandering around useless boxes of unused parts and kitchen utensils the man froze when his light hit something very different. Turning and walking toward the far wall Jake broke into a wide grin.

"Guys! We found one!" He called over his shoulder. "It's the old Spring Bonnie Grandpa talked about!"

Running over quickly the other two looked over Jake's shoulders and Rick made a noise of utter disgust.

"Dear shit are those guts hanging out of it?!"

"Looks like it...and the rest of the bodys melted around it…" John muttered making Rick gag.

"Eh, it looks all dried up." Jake shrugged, nudging the animatronics foot with his own, causing small bits of bone clinging to the exposed metal to clatter to the floor.

The robot was slumped against the wall looking like an absolute nightmare, pieces of bone were visible in the arms and clinging to the legs but it was thankfully difficult to see in the dark.

"Let's go get the construction lights and kits from the truck. I want this thing cleaned up and jumped as soon as possible." Jake said turning and ignoring the appalled look he got from Rick.

This was the Fazbear companies last chance to hit it big, and things weren't about to die out because someone actually died again.

"Say…" Jake hummed with a sly grin, glancing back. "Once that thing's running, how does Springtrap sound for a name?"