PROLOGUE
Darkness roams the land, nowhere else this dark. Abandoned for so many years and then coming back when the time demands it. Creaky doors, wooden floors. Open windows. Listen to the sound that infects the streets, where most birds sing, but others lay rest. The voice of the voiceless looms around. Forever waiting, forever dark.
Old machines, slow engines. Forgotten in an instant. Creating happiness for all, slowly dying out. Another chance is all they want. Their future seems daunt. Running out of time, all hope is lost. The last time they were used they all got tossed.
The future is closer, approaching still. Nearer it comes, nearer it stays. When the time is right, it will expand. Across the river, through the seas. Going through everything for all to see. Their playground is our world. Destroying it bit by bit. Now it is time for change. Close your eyes. Wake up, and face the raven.
"Move in, quickly!" Thump. "Check the hallways, look everywhere, we need to find it!" Thump. The roar of the boots that smash when they collide with the force of wooden planks covering the floor. "Flashlights on. Be fast, we cannot get caught." Running in the slim, narrow corridors, searching far and wide. Doors slamming open. The whistle of the wind can be heard in the background. People left and right. Looking desperately. Eagerly hoping they will get what they need.
"Mr Serrano, why do you need to find this… thing?"
"Good question, officer. This "thing" you are talking about will save many lives. Doing this is a means of protection. We cannot allow it to go public, otherwise it will endanger everyone." He talked in a demanding and serious voice. He would do whatever it takes to get the job done, for better, or for worse. Mr Serrano is an FBI investigator and officer. He always wore a black cap, with a white turtleneck. Gravel coat and black jeans. Always undercover. Never stopping to protect the people of his city. "How old are you Mr Young?"
"Thirty-two, sir."
"Would you rather have a dangerous robot machine killing everyone or have it in safe keeping where it won't harm anyone."
"Have it in safe keeping where it won't harm anyone."
"Good. Now that answers your question-"
"We found it!" yelled one of the police officers. Sharply, Serrano turns around and walks over to the bright light, where many flashlights are being pointed inside a room.
"Get it back to the workshop as fast as you can!" Hordes of police men running towards the exit, while others are busy trying to get it into the back of a truck. Serrano is walking out of the door into the pitch-black sight of the city with only streetlamps lighting up the roads. His phone starts vibrating. Grabbing it out of his pocket, he rapidly looks at the message. "Did you find it?" Assuring himself of the answer, he speedily taps the answer with his fingers and sends it.
He worryingly looks around and walks to the car. "What did you find?" Mr Young quickly asked, as he was never told what he was looking for.
"An animatronic from Freddy Fazbear's. It's called Bonnie. We stole it."
"Why did you steal it?" Young eagerly asked.
"Technically we didn't steal it; we just took it without Fazbear Entertainment's knowledge so that we could protect others."
"Wouldn't they find out?"
"Eventually, but at this time, they won't. So don't worry about it, alright? Now go back and help the others. I'll talk to you later in my office."
Serrano went into his car and drove back home and went to bed. He was worried that William Afton would find out and tell the police it had been stolen. Which would get him into trouble.
His phone vibrated but he was fast asleep and didn't notice. There was a message from Young. It simply said "They have another one called Ally".