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Somewhere in the Suburbs of Cawthon City
XX:XX P.M.
Bus Stop # 1987.
Normally when it would be Rush Hour, this bus stop would have patrons lining up as far as three blocks, but tonight, it was just a lonely location, and in that location, sat an elderly man wearing a trench coat and an old Fedora hat, the only thing that gave light was an old lamp post and even then it would blink for a few seconds before returning to normal.
The man shivered as he tightened his coat, "Blasted wind" he thought, "Why did it have to be at this hour and at this location?". Of course said location was just a bus stop, the man that had called him chose an appropriate location, it was the timing that was infuriating him, the mysterious caller should have just called him to meet at his home, but noooo it had to be here.
After what seemed to be an eternity, he heard a faint whistle, really soft if your hearing is only on a normal range, but not to him, "Toreador March-Carmen Overture. The man indeed has tastes." Indeed it was, for our protagonist, the same tune that keeps calling out to him for a few days now, but it was only yesterday when he finally decided to answer the call.
The man on the bench stood up, cleared his throat and looked to man that had whistled the tune, "I take it you have what I asked for then?"
The man that had whistled stopped, meters away from the only lamp post that was giving light to the bus stop, he then took something out of his pocket and gave it to the man that had been waiting for him.
"A handheld phone?" he asked, but before he could be given his answer, the phone rang, of course since he never held something like this before, the man in the shadows helped him on how to use it. Giving his thanks he answers the phone.
"So". a deep voice began, obviously tampered to hide his identity, "Have you thought over...our little business proposition?"
The man at first tried to analyze what accent his mysterious caller was using, but decided to give up, "Yes, and the answer is no."
"No?" the caller answered back, though he did notice that there was no anger in the man's tone, simply amusement.
"Yes." the man answered firmly, "I am not betraying an old friend for some cash." but just as he was about to hang up,
"I'll quadruple the salary he gives you, plus some bonus to help your child..."
The man silently swore, he shouldn't have answered that damn phone, now he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, it was true, his kid was in a coma, and needed an operation, but to betray and old friend? Just for this?
"I'll think about it as I sleep."
"I'll be expecting your answer by tomorrow then, ." the line was cut after that, and the man behind the shadows immediately took the phone from the now named from him and placed it inside his coat.
"I take it you're just a messenger then..." the man gave Summers an answer by simply nodding. He shrug at this as he gets his lighter and a cigarette butt and started lighting said butt.
"My employer also told me to tell you, that he needs to know everything of what you're about to see, I take it you already know what he meant.."
Summers nodded at this, although that made him curious, how did his employer know about what Constantine Fredbeare was abou to unveil to them? Before he could ask however, the messenger had disappeared, just in time for the bus to arrive too.
"Figures..." he threw his cigarette butt away just as the bus stopped.
Fred Bear's Family Dinner
Somewhere within Cawthon City
XX:XX P.M.
Constantine Fredbeare stood at the entrance of his beloved dinner, waiting for the only guy to be late, yet again.
Now, many questioned as to why would his family surname would be that ridiculous, but even then anyone who asked as to why the family had chosen such a ridiculous name, all they would get as an answer was that it's an old family secret.
Constantine himself was already in his 40's, proud to have made a name for himself despite coming from a family of business men and bankers, he had chosen to be a humble owner of a dinner somewhere in the City. And despite having a round belly, he wasn't to be underestimated, he had faced hooligans once, during the early years of the dinner, because of that many trouble making hooligan feared his name.
Sighing as he places his hand on his already aging hair, he smiles as he thinks of his only child Andrea, soon to be heiress of everything he has worked for. He then turned towards his only companion for the night, the old night guard Janus Windred.
Unlike Constantine, Janus had a stocky build, prone to being the thin man of their group, he was what he acted like back when they were teenagers, cocky, a bit of an asshole, but fiercely loyal and smart. He had heard rumors that they were whispers of a two-faced guard prone to "helping" the trouble makers only to end up getting busted by the cops moments later, At this Constantine knew that hiring Janus wasn't a mistake.
At this the two began to talk about their old days back when the dinner was all brand new, eventually leading up to the conversation on where they were starting to feel their age catching up to them.
"I hate getting old." Janus huffed as he stares at the night sky.
"Agreed." Constantine nodded, "It seems only yesterday we were teenagers, ready to take on the world."
"Nah, you two were always some grumpy old men grumbling about stuff."
At this the two turned to where the source of the voice was, and both smiled, "Steven..." Constantine remarked, "Late as usual I see..."
Smirking at his old friends, Steven Summers lifted his hat as he gave them his trademark smirk, in terms of shape the man was the middle-guy of the two, always the peacekeeper between the aggressive Janus and the much friendlier Constantine, he was what kept them together as a group. But unlike his two other friends, he had sported a lumber jack like beard, Constantine's being a goatee while none for Janus.
"Good evening gentlemen." he nodded to the two as he gave a mock curtsy, "Lovely evening isn't it?"
"Oh cut the bullshit and just get on with it." Janus huffed as he takes a small bottle of whiskey.
"You know, I'm actually curious as to why you brought as here Connie." Steven smirked as he gives a hard pat to Constantine, while the man himself glared at Steven, he didn't always like that nickname.
"Showing to you two, my legacy to the entire city." he replied as he lifts Steven's hands off him, all the while the man mearly chuckled at his friendly banter.
"Don't you already have one Cons?" Janus answered as he points towards the dinner.
He nodded at this, "Well yes, but this will forever change the whole kiddie restaurant forever. No more mascots.."
"No more mascots?!" Steven asked, "Then how do we show them old Fred Bear then? Without any suit?"
Constantine stared at him, about to remind as to what happened recently, "I'm sure you are aware of...a certain someone that isn't here..."
Of course the two knew what he meant, the fourth member of their group, the one that was absent, the one that helped the dinner become popular, the very man that had brought Fred Bear the family Bear to life. There was silence on that parking lot for a whole minute, as each man gave his respects to the man that was responsible for their achievement.
"God rest Lawrence, wherever you may be." Janus said as he bowed his head.
All two nodded in agreement, before Constantine broke the silence, "I know we can never replace our friend with another man in a costume...That is why I decided after a week of closing this place...To the something to prevent more people from killing themselves to bring joy to other kids."
Janus and Steven knew what he meant after that, the news have been reporting of suicides across the country, usually people who had worked as mascots, their friend was only one of many, "They say," Steven began, "People playing mascots had more deaths than those who played clowns."
Instead of answering however, Constantine motioned for the two to come with him, as he unlocks the entrance.
The building itself had the looks of an average dinner from the 60's, albeit accommodated to be a restaurant where the mascot could walk around, the building was in turn a dinner-restaurant hybrid, with its size roughly bigger than a dinner, but still smaller than the average restaurant.
Constantine then lead his two friends to the backroom, where, albeit being small housed some junk and a few machinery, as the two began to form questions as to why they were here, Constantine flicked a switch, and there in front of them was a robot bear, not just any robot bear, It was Fred Bear himself.
"Holy shit Connie, did you buy this?!" Steven exclaimed as he pointed his finger towards the robot.
"Indeed, Lawrence actually thought of this, hell even helped with some of the programs before he...You know..."
Both three looked in awe at the robot in front of them, The Robot was very life-like, even had the trademark top hat, and microphone, and as an added detail, had buttons and a tie on its body.
"Impressive." Janus remarked, "So this is what as in that box, I had my suspicions when the box had Machinima Industries in it."
"I spent my share of my father's fortune just to see Lawrence's legacy be fulfilled." he placed his hand on the robot's shoulders as he smiled, he had seen a lot of difficulties in his time, he then leads the two out of the room, "Our legacy actually, this my friends is going to change the childhood of every child..." but as he closes the door he gives the robot one last look before turning back to the two, "...On every country...I have plans for this place my friends, and although we may not live long enough to see it, I hope...it can be fulfilled."
He smiled at the robot before turning the lights off, leaving said room, to be shrouded in darkness again.
But just a few seconds later, two white, dim and tiny lights started illuminating the room, before disappearing again.
"The Joy of creation..." it faintly whispered.
Welcome to the A Janitor's At Fred Bear's, And I'm your host, The Wandering Reader...SO yeah i have decided to give the FNAF fandom another story to read, and though this will be an AU, I hope that you, my future readers get to enjoy this roller-coaster of a ride as we go back in time...to(My Version) the events that lead to the Golden Freddy killings, the Marionette and the five kids, So sit back, relax, grab your Golden Freddy plushie and your box of Oreos as we begin...
The tale of a lowly janitor...And how he and his friends ended up getting tangled in a dark tale of sadness, betrayal and death...