It had been almost three years since the animatronics were able to leave Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Life had not turned out as expected for them. After the magnetic field was lowered down and the animatronics settings were set to 'Not Contained' they had set out into the open world. Most people didn't like animatronics. They refused to serve them in bars, give them jobs and food. Life was pretty bad for the Fazbear gang after Freddy's was closed down. About one year of living on the streets, the gang met three boys. These boys were called Dylan, Dan and Nathan. They lived in the perilous streets of a place appropriately named 'Dealers Den'. Dealers Den was a dangerous place. If you weren't careful you'd get your throat slit in the street and no one would bat an eye. It was a place for three kinds of people: Mafia bosses, Street punks and wannabes. You wouldn't go into Dealers Dean unless you really needed to. Anyway, these three boys had made a living for themselves in Dealers Den. Nathan was a hacker. Dan was a trained assassin. Dylan grew weed and sold it. When the met the Fazbear crew they decided to let them tag along. Dylan told them about his dream to be a successful crime boss in Dealers Den. Three years passed and that is where our story begins.
Dylan's Mafia centred itself in a portion of Dealers Den named the Pleasure Quarter. It had mostly shops in it but also a few factories, which belonged to Dylan. Dylan owned a reasonably large house. Dan sat on the couch, a bottle of whisky in his hand. He watched the screen occasionally laughing. His phone started to ring. He paused the show and picked up. It was Bonnie. "What's up Bon?" Dan asked. "Dylan's caught that snitch who threatened to rat him out. He's going mental and is going to kill him!" Bonnie's voice was frantic. "Oh shit!" Dan exclaimed "I'll be right over!". He lifted himself off the couch and grabbed his car keys before leaving. He drove straight over to Dylan's weed store. As he pushed open the door, the familiar sound of the bell ringed in his ears. Dan didn't do weed but he knew the sound so well because the shop had a basement where Dylan took all his enemies to kill in private. Dan rushed down the stairs and punched the code into the keypad that locked to door. In the room he saw Bonnie and Foxy standing behind Dylan, looking menacing. Dylan was holding a gun the head of a man who was tied down to a chair. Dan ran towards Bonnie. "Is he ok?" He asked. Bonnie sniggered "Sure. Im just enjoying the show.". "But then why were you so frantic about me coming here?" Dan was confused now. "Ah. Well you see I thought we needed him alive for info but he just blabbed!" Bonnie explained. Dan sighed "So I came here for nothing?". "Yep." Bonnie replied simply. "Now what was it you said?" Dylan asked the man sarcastically "Was it that you were going to tell people about my little operation?". "Yeah." The guy snivelled. "Do you know that that was a very stupid thing to say?" Dylan was taking pleasure in this now. "Yeah." The guy started to cry. Dylan stepped back and shot him in the head. Blood flew everywhere, getting on Dylan's suit. "Oh no! Not my new suit!" Dylan winged "Look what that bastard did to my new suit!". He showed Foxy the tiniest bit of blood on his black suit. "Terrible." Foxy mumbled, holding back a giggle. Dylan's phone buzzed. "What?" He asked annoyed. "Its Nathan." Nathan said on the other end. "Look, im kind of busy! Can you call back later?" Dylan asked. "Sure." Nathan put down the phone. "Fucking blood on my suit." Dylan mumbled in anger as he headed up the stairs to the shop. He walked outside. "Foxy, stay in the shop and serve customers." Dylan barked his orders "Im going home.". In this part of town, Dylan's word was law. If he wanted a free drink, he would get it. If he wanted a person killed, they'd be dead in thirty minutes. He was the power in these parts and boy did he show it every chance he got. Dylan's mafia was only the third most powerful in Dealers Den though. Second was the HRH and first was Mateviels Cartel. Dylan was just a punk to them. But he would be first someday. He just knew it.
Foxy walked home after locking up the shop. Chica was with him. He clinged onto his arm as they walked. They had been together for about a year now. Out of the darkness, some men came out holding baseball bats and wrenches. "What's this?" Foxy asked in his pirate tone of voice. "Were here to send a message to Dylan. It's not to mess with us." One of the boys said. They advanced onto Foxy and Chica, brandishing the weapons.
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