Well, it's been a while since I've done a crossover. This should be fun. Enjoy and thanks for reading :D

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was on the brink of closing. Health complaints were launched, children had disappeared, and even the animatronics were acting rather strange. Day by day, the customers came less and less. At night though, teenagers often dared each other to enter the closed pizzeria, having heard rumors of the animatronics coming to life at night. How long could one stay in there before fear dominated them and made them run home? Could one find an animatronic and if they did, was it moving? Was it alive with the sound of children that so many people claimed to have heard?

Well, Mystery Inc. was about to find out.

They didn't know the terrifying experiences of the alleged haunted pizza palace filled with animatronics and darkness. Velma managed to find this place while browsing the Internet for any local mysteries. The haunting of Freddy Fazbear's was one that constantly dominated every list she had stumbled upon and in a way, it called to her like a painting in an art gallery. Something lost, something strange, something just waiting to be explored. Without hesitation she told everyone else who seemed intrigued, but wondered that maybe if this was just a little too dark. That these were waters not to be walked upon and to let the past rest, knowing from their experiences. But they had encountered many dark situations before: witnessing Shaggy and Scooby transform into temporary zombies on Zombie Island, running from unspeakable monstrosities, and even being transported to different lands by a digital ghost.

They knew they could handle these encounters and that Fazbear's would be a walk in the park. Over the years their bravery had built up from their mysteries and yet it would still get the best of them, just like anyone else. Besides, it was a pizzeria; how bad could it actually be?

"So where's it located again?"

"On the edge of Brigton, we're not too far from it, actually."

Brigton was a small city in the Midwest that tried to make itself look like a wealthy paradise. The main town's boulevard lined with pastel buildings promoting small businesses and family ran businesses. Shaggy and Scooby's mouth watered at the thousand of cafes on the sidewalk serving up small town comfort food that made their stomachs grumble. Despite the fact that they had all just eaten lunch at a rather nice but casual buffet, the two were still starving or so they believed. Froyo shops danced before them, pizza joints called out to them, and bakeries stared at them as the Mystery Machine drove by.

Sunlit street posts were adorned with ivory branches; little flags of the town's name and an anemone blossom were adorned on white cloths. Just behind the clean sidewalks of the main boulevard were suburbanite homes and rich complexes. It was a town no one had ever heard of and never rested on the map as an iconic location like New York or Las Vegas. Through the main street, the illusion of wealth faded into pot holed filled streets which led up to a shopping plaza. Daphne's eyes immediately gazed over the boutiques, her eyes never leaving the window displays of pink summer gowns. Fred smiled, watching her from the corner of his eye and he knew without a doubt that he would buy her one of those dresses once this mystery was solved. He would do it for the mere sake that he adored her as though she were Aphrodite and he was nothing more than a mere man who had been blessed by her. She knew this and smiled, feeling his affectionate gaze upon her.

Past the shopping plaza was a place that made the van seem to stop on its own. Vibrant shades of crimson and yellow matched a large, glowing pizza. Glowing, dancing music notes circled the shining pizza , distracting eyes from the peeling paint. 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' shined like a supernova in the windows, a few of its letters flickering and others empty without any light. The building towered over the highway and imposed a certain, crawling feeling down people's spines. Velma and Fred felt this establishment's eeriness and attempted to ignore it. But with every second they tried to shrug it off it only grew stronger, like an oncoming storm. Daphne was intrigued, though questioning how this seemingly knockoff Chuck E Cheese could be terrifying. But in the eyes of Shaggy and Scooby, the pizza immediately won them over. Thank God, there was going to be more food.

"This is it," Fred spoke as he pulled the van into a nearly desolate parking lot. A few cars lingered, mini vans as old as the pizzeria.

Upon entering the building, they were greeted with a large stage accompanied by three animatronics. A blue bunny seemed to be crooning some lyrics with a guitar. A bear in a top hat sang into a microphone, his voice carrying over the sound system to the delight of children. A chick grooved to the robotic tune, influencing children to dance before her, matching her static movements. Checkered floors clicked with Daphne's heels as she looked around, a birthday party for a little boy was in full swing. Parents doted about their children, the mother of the birthday boy handing him presents from the others.

Not too far from the party, an associate's eyes darted between the customers and the animatronics who danced and sang on stage. Shaggy and Scooby made a mad dash by the associate, taking over a vacant table and receiving pizza within a matter of minutes. Approaching the associate, Fred noticed how tense his scrawny shoulders were like a clear line across his frame, much like the edgy line that posed as a smile on his face. His balled fists were tucked deep into his black pockets, a crimson shirt with the logo on the front breast.

"Excuse us, sir. We're looking for the owner of Freddy Fazbear's-"

"Why?"

Silence tensed between Fred and the associate. Fred furrowed his brow at the sudden abruptness of this question and quietly wondered if there was more than met the eye with this place. Velma did mention the disappearance of five children and how the animatronics would act on their own. She was unable to find the list of health complaints launched against the pizzeria, but it was rather odd; what would health complaints have to do with disappearing children? He felt his heart resonate one lone beat, jogging his thoughts into a series of questions and reasons that could possibly answer the worker's question. His throat ran dry, watching the associate with Velma and Daphne by his sides.

"People don't come here often. You know, unless it's punks who want to dare each other to go in at night. But other than that, not many people come here."

"Why so, sir?"

The worker's eyes narrowed, as if studying Fred, a complete foreigner to this town as well as his friends. They were probably like anyone else who had heard the dark mysteries behind this establishment. But they weren't the typical teenage punks. Instead, they were older with nothing more than curiosity. Though the worker swore he had seen them somewhere before, he couldn't recall where. Sighing, he ran a slender hand through his copper hair and lowered his voice.

"Well, five kids disappeared here not too long ago. Some claim that a man in a golden version of Freddy lured them to the back. "

"Freddy?"

The associate pointed to the top hat wearing bear singing into a microphone.

"We have four animatronics here. Freddy the bear, Bonnie the bunny, Chica the chick, and Foxy the pirate fox. But we've never had a Golden Freddy . It's been considered before, but never put into action. Even so, it doesn't make sense! It's a fu- damn robot! No one can get in that! And besides, you don't want to come here at night."

"Why not?"

"Let's just say the animatronics have a mind of their own."

Upon hearing a woman call the associate over to the party, he left Fred, Velma, and Daphne to their thoughts. The worker had confirmed everything that Velma told them, but he didn't go into specifics. If they could just find the manager, then they would be able to possibly obtain more answers. Looking around there appeared to be no manager in sight. They were probably in their office, wherever that was. But now that Velma thought about it, would a manager really disclose the events of this restaurant to a couple of out of town adults like themselves? For all the manager knew they could be with some sort of press and want to exploit the pizzeria's story even further.

"Maybe we can talk to the manager," Fred spoke as he took a seat next to Shaggy.

"Fred, do you think he will tell us anything?"

"Possibly. There's only one way to find out."

"But think about it," Velma started.

"If you were a business owner and your business had some dark mystery to it, would you really tell it to people like us?"

They held no authority like the police did despite their many years of mystery solving. If the manager (or anyone in this town or restaurant) wanted them to come to Freddy Fazbear's for a certain reason, then they would have been contacted. Instead, Velma had found this restaurant on a list of the top fifty haunts in America. Coming here was originally nothing more than to see just exactly how haunted this place was and why.

But then the missing children incident and the Bite of 87 appeared and Velma's heart pounded like with terror and curiosity. When she informed everyone else, they were immediately met with the same response. Shaggy and Scooby were naturally reluctant, but baited by the notion that this was in a pizzeria. No more was it just as a test to see how haunted this place was, but an actual mystery. Where had the children gone to and why were they never found? Clearly there was more to this place and it was just begging to be looked into.

Velma had a point, now that Fred thought about it. Were they the police or someone else of the law, then the manager would possibly discuss the pizzeria's past. But given their status, it was a high chance that the manager wouldn't speak to them regarding the restaurant's history. The missing children's parents would only know so much, but perhaps they could gain some information from them. They wouldn't know much other than the fact that their child had disappeared in some fashion, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

"Velma, can you find any of the missing children's reports?"

"Most likely."

"Well gang, we're going to – "

"Excuse me, are you Mystery Inc.?"

Looking over, Fred was met with a young woman in her thirties. A black dress covered her slightly chubby frame and matched her tired bags beneath her hazel eyes. A summer hat of the same shade covered her black hair and uncertain expression. She seemed to carry the weight of the world on her back, as she bit her lower lip nervously, scared that the people before her were not who she thought them to be.

The police had helped none and not even the manager had assisted her. Even after months of grieving and worrying, no word of her daughter had surfaced, forcing her to believe that her little girl was deceased. But like the mother she was, she refused to believe such a thing. Hope carried her like Apollo on his chariot to make her think her daughter was still alive somewhere within the restaurant or hopefully, someplace close by. Maybe she had escaped from her attacker and ran off; she didn't know and after the fruitless days of searching, she needed an answer. If the answer was to come from the adults before her, then the weight would be lifted, and she would be at ease.

"Yes we are."

"My name is Amy Grace, I'm one of the mothers who children went missing here."

Fred immediately grabbed a free chair from another table and pulled it up to the table, offering the woman a seat. Shaking her head softly, Daphne and Velma carefully watched the woman. She held herself rather well despite the gloom overtaking her frame in her appearance and voice. With her head bowed, she watched waiters who observed her from the corner of her eyes. She didn't have much time, but relief filled her like a glass of water. She had found someone who would possibly help her. Hurriedly writing something on a napkin, she slipped it to Fred which made Daphne instantly look at him.

"Meet me at my house. I do not wish to speak here, they hate when I'm here. I'm only mourning the disappearance of my child that I lost here – do I not have that right?"

"No, ma'am I'm sure you do-"

"Good, you agree. Come in an hour. I'll see you then."

Quickly turning on her heel, she walked rather rapidly out of the restaurant, the waiters' eyes never leaving her. As she crossed the threshold, their bated breath and relentless stare melted away. Fred examined the address, remembering the street name before reaching Fazbear's. Smiling softly, he shoved the napkin into his pocket and looked around at the servers who returned to their duties, watching the gang from the corners of their eyes.

"I swear she's one of the reasons why we're losing business," a waiter murmured to another.

"Yeah. Well the other parents don't help and it's not our fault. We're new here, we don't know what happened," the other waiter replied, his shoulders hanging with a heaviness that was immediately swept away by a child's request for another soda.

"Well gang, looks like we got our first lead," Fred spoke with a confidence that lit up Velma's eyes and made Shaggy and Scooby stop eating for once. The mystery was just about to begin and there would be no running away from it.