First I want to give a big shout out to ProfessorAdagio on DeviantArt for letting me use this image as this story's cover :D
So the new restaurant had been opened. Mr. Fazbear had passed away from heart failure and his son, having children of his own, plus knowing their secrets, had sold the company to a new family that moved into town recently.
However, after hiring a new night guard for the first couple of nights, he complained about the old animatronics and new ones trying to attack him.
The new owner, Mr. Lanners, assured him that the animatronics had no night modes, so they were searching for people, thinking they were in the wrong room.
To prove he wasn't losing his mind or lying to them, he asked Mr. Lanners if a separate security camera could be set up, hidden, behind him so that both sets of animatronics couldn't see it.
Surely enough on the guard's fourth night, all evidence was recorded and now, Mr. Lanners himself was caught in a difficult position.
If he got rid of the animatronics, their popularity would fall to shambles, it was the only reason he bought the forsaken company. Trying to repair them or reprogram was out of the question as well, since the man who originally created the old and new animatronics was Mr. Fazbear himself, who had passed away.
In his final months, he had secretly built more animatronics but his family had stumbled across them when they were sorting through their fathers possessions.
He watched the tape again, noticing something he hadn't before.
The new and old Freddy's were standing in the hallway, apparently arguing over something.
He didn't know they could do that.
"I-I-It's yo-o-our fau-au-ault tha-tha-a-a-at we're be-e-eing ne-ne-ne-neglect-ted-ted-ted!"
He blinked. The original Freddy could talk? And it looks like he was starting a fight with the new Freddy.
That's when it hit him.
He may not be able to stop them wondering but if he got rid of the old animatronics, then maybe the new ones wouldn't act this way plus it would be less stress for the current night guard.
He pulled out his mobile, speed dialing a number.
"Yeah John? It's Eric, I've got a favor to ask."
