A/N: Greetings, reader! I'm DarkX the Dragon Knight, here with a brand new story! It's 2016, and this year I plan to update things more frequently than I did last year- hopefully. And I'm starting with this- a Five Nights at Freddy's story that I've thought about for a while now! (With help from my sister, Night-Waker.)

I love the Five Nights at Freddy's series- mostly because of how deep its lore goes. I mean, there are so many pieces to the puzzle, so many possibilities, so many theories- it's amazing! In my opinion, FNaF isn't about if it's scary or not- it's about the story, and the mysteries surrounding it. That's why I love it so much! And what better way to celebrate this than writing a story about it? Like I said, I've thought about this for a while, with help from Night. So, I guess you could say she's co-writing this with me. Like a collab, if you will.

Also, one final note- I haven't read "The Silver Eyes" yet. You know, that novel Scott wrote. I haven't read it yet, so I'm sorry if I get some things from the book wrong in here. Sorry- that can't be helped at the moment.

Now...you ready? The adventure begins on three!

One, two, three, GO!

IT BURNS!

Fazbear's Fright burns to the ground!

A new local attraction based on an ancient pizzeria chain burned down overnight.

Authorities have not ruled out foul play, but at the moment it seems to have been caused by faulty wiring.

Very little was found at the scene. The few items that were salvaged will be sold at public auction.

One week had passed since the burning of the horror attraction, Fazbear's Fright. Investigators still hadn't found any new evidence or leads to suggest the cause was anything but an accident. Though nobody said it out loud, it was clear that the investigation would soon go cold.

The auctioneer, Mr. Vass, stood at his podium, various objects retrieved from the wreckage of the building displayed around the white room. Like the newspaper said, there wasn't much to see. Scraps from whatever memorabilia had been showcased at the attraction were showcased, but we're badly burned and damaged from the inferno. It was a miracle anything had been found intact at all.

4:00 PM. The action was supposed to start at 3:30. Despite the flyers that had been handed out a few days before, it was clear nobody else was coming. Mr. Vass frowned- what did he expect? It was just a bunch of old, roasted robot parts. Who in the world would pay money for something like that? Over the years, the urban legends and mystery surrounding Freddy Fazbear's had garnered a surprisingly large number of fans and enthusiasts from all over. As a result, quite a few of them had shown up to the auction. Many had been excited for the opening of the attraction and they were very disappointed when it burned down.

However, as they looked over the charred remains of the animatronics and the other various objects, even the more die-hard fans decided it wasn't worth it and simply left without buying anything. By now, the auctioneer and the workers there were the only ones left.

"Excuse me, is the auction still open?"

The auctioneer looked up in surprise. Standing near one of the front seats was a man with smooth, grayish-black hair wearing a navy blue suit. A very fancily dressed man, wearing some very expensive clothes. He must be wealthy.

The auctioneer replied, "Yes, it is."

"Ah, good," the man said with a nod. "I saw the flyers, and was interested in what was being presented. Forgive me for being late- traffic was terrible."

Mr. Vass nodded. "Don't worry about it- you're the only one left. Anyone else that came weren't very interested in anything here."

"Is that so?" the man questioned, though he seemed to be more interested in looking at the singed robot parts of various animatronics. "Well then, I suppose I'll have no trouble buying these..."

"Pardon me, but who exactly are you?" the auctioneer asked.

"Oh, sorry," the man apologized, turning to him. "My name is Eric Thanwoc. I'm the owner of a food company, which owns over a hundred restaurants across the U.S."

"Interesting," Mr. Vass replied in a subtle tone that implied he was anything but interested. "What does that have to do with why you're here?"

"Well, considering what's on sale, you're familiar with Fazbear Entertainment," Eric went on. "My grandfather used to own the company. I'm very familiar with the stories, the news stories, conspiracy theories, and whatnot. And I'm here to buy these parts- parts of the faces of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

Mr. Vass blinked. Fazbear Entertainment had gone bankrupt years ago as a result of a series of murders that took place at its many establishments. It was the only reason another company had been able to open Fazbear's Fright a few years later in the first place. "So, you want memorabilia from your grandfather's past business."

"Not exactly," Eric replied as he pulled out a check and a pen. "Now, I'm willing to pay any price for these..."

As he pointed out which ones he planned to buy, Mr. Vass couldn't help but feel curious. If Mr. Thanwoc didn't plan to buy them out of sentiment, then what were his motives?

"Well then- will this cover it?" Eric asked, handing the auctioneer a check for $500. He blinked. Mr. Vass didn't think the parts were nearly that valuable. The man wasn't even buying all the merchandise...still, someone had to buy them, otherwise they'd be heading to the dump.

"Y-Yes this will suffice," the auctioneer replied, caught up in his thoughts. "They'll be delivered to your house in a few days."

"Thank you," Eric replied, satisfied. He glanced at the charred head of what appeared to be a fox on a nearby pedestal as he walked out. The man smiled a little. I've got plans for you, old-timers.

A/N: There we go, the first chapter of many! I'm very happy to finally start writing this, and I can't wait for you guys to read it! Don't forget to give credit to Night-Waker, who really helped with coming up with ideas for this story! I'll see you all in the next chapter! See ya!