AN: This story may not scream FNAF right away, but this is my own spin on things. I would like to give all credit for the idea of killer animatronics, The Purple Guy, The night guard, and Foxy, Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica. Basically, this is FNAF based, with my own spin. So most of the rights to this story goes to Scott Cawthon. Thanks for making nightmare fuel for everyone whos played it, plus the storyline. I only claim Dave, Bonnie, Patrick, and Lawrence, and the storyline. I can't even claim the five children, just describe what I think they looked like, and give a point on how I think they were. The rest that I don't claim/cannot claim goes to Scott Cawthon. Alright, enough of the authors rambling, ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 1

Every Story Has Its Beginnings

People fear many things, such as spiders, snakes, and mannequins. But for some, the things they fear are both real and dangerous. True monsters are made both from and by men. People are oblivious to some of these threats, and in that ignorance, the threat grows. Some acknowledge these monsters, but very precious few actually act against the monsters and their creators. A story of one of these precious few comes from the tale of Bonnie Hampton, a fledgling detective.

Bonnie came from a middle-class family, working through her high school year to save up for collage, her eyes set on a forensic science degree. Through years of hard work, she finally attained such a degree. She couldn't find any current jobs open, but the local police noticed her knowledge and her experience in the field, as her father was a police officer. They offered her a job as a detective, having the abilities they needed in the field. Her first assignment was on a small horror attraction, where four people had gone missing over the years.

She walked up to the boarded up building, posters for promotions for the attraction covering the wood.

"I would honestly not step foot inside this place if I didn't have to." She muttered to herself, looking at the sign for the place, hearing recorded screams as she walked up. "Cheesy screams, whats next? A rubber chainsaw blade?" She said out loud, walking into the office area. She looked around, hearing what sounded like recorded instructions over the speakers. She looked at the small pale man sitting in the office chair, monitoring a systems panel. He looked up and jumped, letting out a surprised yelp. She looked around, seeing no one other than herself, looking back at the man, who had settled down. He let out a breath, rubbing a scar on his arm, looking up at her.

"May I help you ma'am?" He asked, looking at surveillance cameras, then back to her.

"Detective Bonnie Hampton, I'm here to talk about the four missing persons reports filed by the management here?" She asked, looking around, feeling the room start to get stuffy. The man let out a gasp, checking the systems panel again.

"Ventilation cut out again. Sorry." He said, panting heavily, as if he had lost all his breath. Beads of sweat fell down his forehead, his breathing erratic. He checked the cameras again, making sure everyone was going in the proper direction.

Bonnie walked out a few hours later, getting in her car. She shook her head at the condition of the security guard. When she opened the door, she realized how hot it was in there, shivering slightly as she got into her car. She walked back into her house, looking at the forensic degree hanging up on the wall. She walked into her room, shutting the door.

She walked back into the attraction the next morning, noting the security guard was gone.

"Must have gone home to get some rest." She muttered, taking the time to look around the office. She looked at the systems panel, hitting the reboot all button, seeing a bar slowly slide across the screen, then the ERROR next to all the systems went away.

"Interesting way to keep the systems running…." She commented, jotting that down on her notepad as she continued through the office. She looked at the cameras, seeing one at the entrance, and the exit, and for every room in between. She walked out of the office, starting to walk around before running into the same younger clerk. His name tag read Kevin Adams, something she didn't notice the previous day. She took note of the name, not physically jotting it down though.

"Could you tell me anything else about the animatronic, or can I see it?" She asked, looking at him. He nodded, being much quieter than the previous day.

She followed him into a room containing a powered down golden, bi-pedal fox animatronic, the suit torn in many places, the mouth worn in a permanent frown, and the teeth covered in fake blood. The suit was stained with real blood, those stains however were more faded, as if someone tried to wash them out. One of the ears were completely missing, wires pouring out of the hole where the ear was supposed to be, the other completely suitless, the naked endoskeleton frame for the ear was heavily rusted. The yellow eyes were dim and lifeless, staring off into space. From the knees down, the suit was completely torn away, revealing the jumble of wires and the rusted endoskeleton. One hand was missing, the other still had the suit on it, but the back had wires cascading out. Some of the rips and tears looked deliberate, others looking like time had taken its toll on the suit. Kevin pointed at the fox.

"We call it 'Breakout', but the new name going around for it is 'Spring Trap,' from the accident." He said, looking at it. Bonnie took a picture of the broken down animatronic, taking her phone flashlight and looking inside the mouth, seeing rust and something else, not quite knowing what the secondary substance was. She decided to take back a sample to the packed out forensics lab, knowing exactly what to do with it. She never bothered any of the scientists. She took another picture of the inside of the mouth, taking a small sample of the substance, dislodging some with a small amount of difficulty.

She walked back into the labs, not acknowledging anyone who talked to her, her mind was too busy to deal with that. She walked back out of the labs a few minutes later, her face covered in complete horror. She sat down at her desk, putting her head in her hands and taking a few deep breaths. Again, she never had all that strong a stomach. She looked again at the results, seeing the substance match perfectly to human body matter, and to top it all off, after she ran a DNA test, it matched right up to one of the missing people.

"One down….three to go…." She whispered, shaking her head.