~Introduction~
"The building has been condemned. Citizens are not permitted on the premises." The deputy stood before the taller man in the beanie, who raised an eyebrow at him in turn. A large decrepit sign hung above their heads, bearing faded colors and missing letters that once read 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'.
"I never thought I'd see the day" he replied to the officer's warning. "How long's it been?" The stout officer shuffled his feet as he spoke. "A few years. The place was closed down after they found a body in one of the suits."
Astonished, he replied "You're kidding! It wasn't an employee, was it?" He rested his hand on the back of his beanie nervously as he asked his question.
"No. The child of one of the patrons, actually. I'm not allowed to give names though. How did you not hear about this? It was all over the news when it happened."
"I was out of the city. Off in college, for mechanical engineering". The officer nodded in acknowledgement. "I used to work at this place. Or at least a different location. Honestly, the long nights are what prompted me to go back to school. I wasn't going to stay in that dead-end job forever."
"I know how that feels. I grew up here. Came back after graduating from the academy." The deputy happily recounted the days of his youth, and the events that led him to become an officer to the young man before him, getting lost in his own tale. "I know I probably should have led off with this, but the name's O'Connor."
"Mike Schmidt." He extends his hand for a handshake, and O'Connor eagerly takes it, grip slightly stronger than Mike was expecting.
"Well, Mr. Schmidt, it was nice meeting you, but I have to be on patrol soon. Need me to take ya home?" Mike shook his head.
"I'm not staying too far from here, so I could easily walk." he replied politely. "Besides," he chuckles. "I could use the exercise." The pair laugh together at the silly comment in the empty, decaying parking lot, voices echoing around off of nearby structures.
O'Connor, catching his breath, grinned up at Mike. "Take care of yourself. Maybe we could grab a drink sometime?" He began walking toward his squad car as Mike replied.
"Definitely." It was only moments before the black and white cruiser pulled away, and he was left standing alone in what now felt like an empty wasteland. This part of town was never really bursting with life, but now it felt like an apocalypse of some kind had gone through. No one had any reason to be here. Which is what got Mike thinking. In truth, he was fully aware that the Fazbear establishment had been closed down for quite some time. But some innate curiosity prompted the young college graduate to investigate the place himself. What is it? Nostalgia? A need for closure? Whatever the case may be, he pulls his torch from the backpack he had been wearing. Slowly and steadily, Mike approaches the ramshackle building.
Yes, I have returned. I am not deceased and am now in the process of rewriting the old chapters. Albeit, they may end up physically shorter, I'm going to try to be more concise and organized. Ill spend probably the next few weeks redoing all of the old chapters and getting a sense of where this was supposed to be going before I continue with uploading new chapters. Thank you to all of those who have been waiting for such a long time (a friend of mine pointed out to me today that I should have gotten back to this a long time ago so thank her not me XD) and Ill be seeing you all in the next chapter. (Ill add ~ before and after each chapter title to signify that chapter being up to date) I would also like to thank you guys so much for something else. If you leave all of the filters in the search the same in the FNAF category, and arrange it by followers, even though I've been gone for 300 years, we are still on the second page. You rock guys! Love you all! 3