Five Nights at Freddy's

Forgotten

Chapter 1

"Are you sure this ride's going to turn a profit?" the driver asked.

"Mike, don't question me on this!" the passenger snapped. "This is the last project I'll set up where I'm in charge and then if this flops I'll seek employment under someone. But for this thing to work, I need those animatrons, so you'd better be right about where this scrap yard actually is."

"Martin, what did I tell you? I may have amnesia, but I remember something about animatrons and I remember the scrap yard that they were stashed in." The black truck pulled into the scrap yard. Mike and Martin jumped out and ran to the lockup while Mike pulled a keychain that was crammed full of keys from his belt.

"Do you remember which key it is?" Martin asked excitedly.

"We could be here a while." Mike confirmed.

Half an hour later, Mike finally found the right key, and the two of them scrambled inside the lock-up. Mike remembered the disused storage container vaguely. He remembered the animatrons being decommissioned, but couldn't for the life of him think why.

"Just to warn you, I seem to remember something about the fox one being twitchy." Mike told Martin. "I don't think it's a good idea to let him near the kids."

"Thank you, Mike." Martin said. "This will make me a very rich man. And as promised, you get fifty per cent of the profit. Now, can you

give me a hand loading them?"

"Okay, fine." Mike muttered. He couldn't quite remember their names, but Freddy Fazbear was the obvious one. The entire pizza restaurant he used to belong to was themed after him. Then there were the purple rabbit and the chicken thing with the 'Let's Eat' bib on. Mike remembered a strong feeling of detest for her. She didn't even look that feminine. She just looked demonic. Regardless, Martin grabbed her feet and they loaded her onto the truck. The fox-pirate-thing was next, followed by the purple rabbit that looked more like a hippo from a certain angle. Finally, it was the turn of Freddy himself. They lifted him in to the back of the truck and Martin went to get in. It was strange though, he vaguely recalled a spare Freddy animatron with golden fur. Maybe he just imagined that one. It was nowhere in the lock-up, that was for sure. He tethered down the four that were in the back and sat himself back in the driver's seat. But as they left and sped down the road, the thought of that golden Freddy never left his mind.

The scrap yard owner saw the open lock-up doors and ran down from his overlook booth to try and stop the truck from leaving. By the time he got to the two open lock-ups, the truck was long gone. Then to his horror, he realised exactly which lock-ups were open. One of them contained the Fazbear Pizzeria animatrons. They were fine, provided they weren't activated. Even then it wasn't that bad unless you were a human being. But the other one contained something else. It was something far, far worse than all of those animatrons put together.

'Surely not.' the owner thought. 'There's no way in hell they could have been that stupid!' Then the owner noticed something that chilled him right through. The second lock-up had been forced open from the inside. It hadn't been taken. It had escaped.