It is the year 1987 and something unspeakable will happen at a local ''Freddy Fazbear Pizza''. Our story starts a local small town bar were some people are just trying to enjoy a drink or a warm meal after a long day's work, while others are just trying to forget their lives and get lost in their own little worlds. And at the front of the bar counter sits a man named James casually making small talk with the bartender.
"Ahh that hit the spot." James said after gulping down a beer.
"That's great to hear James." The bartender said while simultaneously cleaning a glass mug with a rag like every bartender on T.V. ever.
"So Joe is it a slow night or what?" James asked looking around and taking note of the very few people in the bar.
"No James," Said the bartender whose name is now revealed to be Joe,"anybody here is just a bum who stays here all day or is just a late worker like you, I don't know why I keep having to reminding you that every week." Joe said a little annoyed.
"Oh yeah, sorry about that." James said, a little embarrassed at his own forgetfulness.
"Anyways James, how's the wife and kid?" Joe asked, breaking the silence.
"Well my wife has been nagging me like usual about god knows what, but Jenny has been making some new friend." James said.
"Oh really, I though Jenny kept to herself, who she making friends with?" Joe asked.
"The Wilson's and the Mendoza's kids." James said.
"The Wilson's kid?" Joe asked. "Isn't the kid you a little, you know… a little 'slow'?" Joe said, a little uneasy.
"Oh no." James said. "Yeah the kids a little different but I wouldn't go so far to say 'slow' you know?" James said assuredly.
Yeah I guess tha-hey wait, did you say the 'Mendoza's' kid? Isn't he a trouble making punk?" Joe asked while giving James a questing look.
"Hey he hasn't done anything to Jenny or the Wilson's kid and they get along great so that makes him OK in my book, and cut the kid some slack, I hear his mom isn't around and his father isn't home much." James said, defending the kid.
"Oh yeah, now that you mention it, I think his father is here so much that he may be the reason I can pay half my bills, it's no surprise the kid has a few problems." Joe said, realizing he may have been a little hard on the kid.
"You said it Joe." James agreed.
"So what exactly do Jenny and her new friends do when they hang?" Joe asked, a little curious.
"All I could really say is 'Kid stuff' really." Joe said. "You know going to the arcade, pool and birthday parties, watching movies, roller-skating, and whatever a bunch of 12 year olds like to do now a days." James listed. "Hell, just today before I left for work I gave the all some money so they could go to that 'Freddy Fazbear Pizza' place." James said proudly.
"Fazbear's?" Joe asked. "You mean that the place where the two kids went missing a while back?" Joe asked a very concerned.
"Huff" "Yes Joe." James said annoyed that he's parenting style was being criticized.
"Hey, I'm just saying I don't know if I'd let my kids go there after what happen, you know." Joe said defensively.
"Jesus man, you sound like my wife." James said, after which both men shared a good laugh while also attracting the attention of a few other people in the bar.
"Yeah you're probably right James, I mean what's the worst that could happen?" Joe said, and after a few moments of silence the bar's phone started to ring.
"Ah hell." James muttered. "That's probably my wife." James complained.
"Oh boy looks like someone's in trouble". Joe said with a smirk.
"Crap I was supposed be home two hours ago." James said, while simultaneously face palming. "She's goanna have my ass on a platter when I get home." James said.
"Ha ha, don't worry James if it's her I'll tell her you left like an hour ago and that you must be in traffic or something, how's that's sound James? Joe said as he made his way to the bar phone.
"That'd be great Joe, thank you." James said, appreciating Joe helping him with his wife.
"Don't mention it James." Joe said, after which both men shared a small laugh.
"No but seriously though, don't tell your wife I helped you because if she finds out she'll have both our asses on a mantel over the fire place." Joe said blankly before he answered the bar's phone.
"Yeah you're right I should probably get going, thanks again Joe, also put the bill on my tab." James quietly said as he slowly started to make his way to the front doors of the bar.
But before James could leave the bar he could somewhat over that the phone call between Joe and presumably his wife sounded like it was getting very serious and turning his head back to see Joe's face looking like he was worried as if something very bad had happen didn't help him not to worry also. But he figured that it was just his wife was taking out her anger on poor Joe. "She must be pissed if she able to make Joe look like he's about to piss himself. Well better him then me." James thought to himself, hoping his wife would calm down by the time he got home. But before he shrug things off and just make his way home he heard Joe say "Yes he's here I'll tell him to get there as soon as possible" and hang up the phone.
"Joe what the hell man, why'd you sell me out?" James said feeling like Joe had just stabbed him in the back.
"James!" Joe yelled. "Yes that was your wife but it's not about you being home late, it's about Jenny her and the other kids never came home." Joe said with a face that looked like mixture of fear and concern.
"WA-what?" James said with all the anger in his voice being replaced with fear and concern.
"Your wife said none of the kids came home so she called the cops, then she said that the cops told her that the last place anyone saw them was that Freddy Fazbears pizza you said they went to." Joe said.
"Oh shit." James muttered out load.
"This sounds a lot like those other kids that went missing, you don't think that th-." Joe started but was interrupted by James.
"No, no fucking way men don't even say shit like that there's now that could happen….right?" James said franticly.
"I don't know but if I was you, I'd get my ass down to that restaurant as soon as possible." Joe said trying to calm James down.
"You're right I have to get down there right now." James said calming down a bit and with that James ran out of the bar and to car and then started to drive straight from the bar to Freddy Fazbears pizza none stop.
After ten minutes of unbearable driving James finally arrived at the Freddy Fazbear pizza restaurant and was shocked just to see how many police cars there were parked outside the restaurant. "Holy shit." James thought to himself. After taking a few extra minutes to actually find a parking space he was able to get out of his car and quickly make his way to the entrance of the restaurant. But before he could show himself in James was stopped by an officer, most likely just trying to make sure that nobody was entering a leaving without a good reason.
"I'm sorry sir, but I can't let you in there its police business." The officer said with authority.
"But sir I-." James started but was interrupted by the officer.
"Sorry sir, but I don't I have time for this, I'm afraid you'll have to leave sir. The officer said while pointing James in the other direction.
"But officer!" Yelled James, desperately trying to get the officer to talk to him. "My wife Called me saying that our daughter and her friends went missing and she told me to come down here as fast as I could." James finally said. After which the officer looked at James surprised for a second then asked James for his full name.
"My name is James Thomson sir. James said
"Hello Mr. Thomson I'm Officer Schmidt, please follow me." The officer, whose name is now revealed to be Schmidt, said while motioning James to follow him inside the restaurant.
"Yes sir." James replied.
After following Officer Schmidt in the restaurant James was able to see what looked like both the Wilsons and his wife setting at a booth, all three looked like they a been crying.
"Honey!" James yelled while running to his wife's side.
"Oh James thank god you're here." James's wife said embracing him in a comforting hug.
"Sweetie what the hell's going on, where's Jenny?" James asked, concerned for the whereabouts of his daughter.
"I'll try to explain the situation as best I can sir, please take a seat." Officer Schmidt said motioning James to sit down along with his wife. "You are all aware of the incident that occurred where two children went missing and were last seen at this restaurant, correct?" Officer Schmidt asked everybody at the booth.
"Yes but what the hell does this have to do with our son, are you saying he's been kidnapped?" One of the Wilsons said.
"Sir I'm not saying that they have been kidnapped, I'm just saying that this case and that case are very similar, so just be prepared for the worst." Officer Schmidt said, trying to calm down the two pairs of parents but failing horribly.
"But didn't the news say that they arrested someone when the two kids went missing?" James's wife asked the officer.
"Yes we did but….we didn't have enough evidence or leads to pin the case of missing children on him so we couldn't take him in to full custody ma'am so we had to let him go, no matter how much it seemed like he was our guy." Officer Schmidt said, sounding somewhat disappointed in the fact that there's a possibility that a criminal got away Scott free. "Look all we're doing is taking extra precautions, so were searching this place top to bottom to find anyone who might be-." Officer Schmidt started but was interrupted by the static noise of someone on his police radio trying to get his attention.
"Come in Officer Schmidt, do you read me?" The Officer on the radio said.
"What is it?" Officer Schmidt said, turning around so that the both sets of parent wouldn't over just in case it was bad news, but little did he know they could hear the conversation just fine.
"We have an update for you sir." The Officer on the radio said.
"What did you find?" Officer Schmidt said, wondering what the other police men could have found.
"We had thought we had thought we had searched the whole place clean and interviewed everybody in the building, but we were wrong." The officer on the radio said.
"How wrong?" Officer Schmidt questioned.
"See, we had checked everything but we forgot one broom closet in the back and it wasn't just holding brooms sir, I think we found our guy." The officer on the radio said.
"Wait how can you tell if it's our guy or just punk with two strikes thinking we we're out to get him?" Officer Schmidt asked the other officer over the radio.
"Because it's the same guy from before." The officer on the radio said without emotion. "And I think we have enough evidence this time." The officer added.
"What do you mean?" Officer Schmidt asked.
"Well for one the guy's wearing what looks like a yellow bear suit that looks like one of the bears on the stage and also…..we…uh…well…we found a bloody knife also in the broom closet as well." The officer on the radio said with a hint of regret.
"I see." Muttered Officer Schmidt.
"Don't worry sir, there's no way it's a misunderstanding this time, we'll get this son of bitch down to the station for questioning." The officer on the radio explained. "Hey we're lucky we'll be able to get him to talk on what he did with the kids." The officer on the radio added, after which the static noise of the police radio died down and left Officer Schmidt alone to try to explain the situation to the two set without having them go crazy.
"Jesus Christ…" Officer Schmidt muttered under his breath while turning back around ready to try to explain the updated news to both sets of parents. But as soon as he faced them he could automatically tell that all four of the adults had overheard the conversation between him and his fellow officer over the radio just by the looks on their faces. "Oh shit…" He said quietly to himself. Each parent had different look on their face but they all where all just a mixture of fear, anger, and disbelief. Mrs. Wilson had started to break down crying in her husband's arms while Mr. Wilson's looked as he was trying to hold back his but too little avail. James's wife on the other hand had looked like she was about to pass out, and James looked like he was about tear world around apart.
"What did that man do to our children!?" James hissed out to the officer.
"Look Mr. Thomson we have the man is custody, and going to get him to talk then we can find out what he did to-." Officer Schmidt started but was cut off by the fact that James had bolted out of his chair and ran off in another direction, most likely trying to find the "man in a yellow bear suit". "Wait Mr. Thomson, you don't want to do that sir!" Officer Schmidt tried reasoning with James, but to no luck.
James darted across the restaurant looking for the "man in the yellow suit" running pasted empty party rooms, tables, other people who must have also been stuck being questioned at the restaurant about children, and other offices. Finally after a minute of running around James spotted in the corner of his eye a small group of police surrounding what looked like to be a yellow figure. But before James could go and confront the man in the yellow bear suit he was restrained by a few surrounding officers.
"LET ME GO, NOW GOD DAMMIT!" James yelled at the officers with pure rage.
"We're sorry sir, but we can't let go any further." One Officer said. "Don't worry sir, we already have him arrested, he'll be going away for a long time." Another officer said, trying to calm down James but to no affect.
Before the group offices and the "man in the yellow bear suit" walked out of the front doors James with all his anger and rage yelled at the man desperately trying to get his attention.
"YOU SON OF BITCH WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY LITTLE GIRL!" James said with all his rage. "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" He added before noticing the "man in the yellow bear suit" had stopped walking and started to turn in James's direction. But for some reason when the "man in the yellow suit" finally was turned in his direction it was he could see, as the world around him went dark and all James could focus on was that man. Even with a bear mask on James was somehow able to make eye contact with the man and was able to tell there was no remorse, no guilt, no fear, basically no emotion.
After staring at each other for what felt like an eternity the "man in the yellow suit started to move around in place as if he was giggling or laughing. Whatever anger or hatred James had towards the man was completely replaced with total and udder fear. It didn't help that his world went deaf for a minute and all the sound was gone then was replaced moments later by a small yet strange sounding laugh. But as the laugh got loader the "man in the yellow bear suit" got closer to James. As soon as James saw that the distance between him and was getting smaller he wanted bolt off in the other direction. But as soon as he tried to move his body he realized that he couldn't move as if he was made out of soiled stone. After what felt like forever the "man in the yellow bear suit" was only a few feet away and at that point James thought he must have been even more scared of the man then his own daughter and her friends must have been, and the more James looked at the man's face and the loader the evil laughter got the more his own breathing became heavier to the point where he thought he was having a panic attack. With the other man getting closer James noticed something about the yellow bear suit being that it almost didn't look like a suit, but the man's actual body. And with more time passing James noticed that the man was just a few inches away in front of him and with him not moving at all and the strange laughter stopping James thought that the "man in a yellow bear suit" had become a statue like himself.
This thought was thrown out the window in an instant because without warning the "man in the yellow bear suit" had put his hands or paws in this case and brought James's head closer to the man's mouth. And with the mask somehow acting like a real face opened its mouth revealing row a pawn row of sharp jagged blood stained teeth and with a simple motion tried pull James in his mouth, ready to take a bite out of him. James closed his eyes ready for the embrace of death to take him. An embrace that never came. With his eyes closed and his world in darkness and the suspense killing him he shot open his eyes to see what was going on. Surprisingly he didn't see Sharp teeth ready chew his dame face off or the man himself or the restaurant for that matter. All he could see when he shot opened his eyes was the ceiling of his old, rundown, and in of a serious need of a spring cleaning one bed room apartment.
"God dammit when will these fucking nightmares end?" James muttered to himself as he got out of his bed. Unable to get back to sleep he decided to make himself a midnight snack while also going to the front door of his apartment to see if he had gotten any mail. Surprising to him there was a small pile of letters piling up on the floor. After picking up all the letters from the floor and going in to the kitchen to heat up some leftovers he made his way to his little living room and sat down in his small chair to eat and sort through his mail. After separating junk mail form the more important bills James was annoyed to see the fact that one pile was much larger than the other.
"God dammit, how am I going to pay this bills my job doesn't pay me enough for all of this." James complained to himself. "Well I guess I'll have to get a night job otherwise my landlord will have my ass on the street if I can't pay rent this month." He continued to complain. "Well I guess I'll just see what's paying on the newspaper these days. "James said reluctantly not liking the idea that he will probably have to be working two jobs just to pay his bills.
"Let's see what pays the most these days." James said as he flipped through the newspaper's "help wanted ads". "HHmm, no, no, no, and no." James said as he looked at all the jobs that were available. "God dammit nothing is paying well enough!" James cursed to himself. "The one thing that's paying barely enough is some stupid ass night watch job for a god dame kid's pizzeria." James continued to complain until he realized something sounded off about the ad. "Pizzeria?" He questioned. "It couldn't possibly be the same place could it, better reread it just to be sure." He thought to himself. "Ok it says here 'Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift. 12 am-6 am. Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic character. Not responsible for injury/dismemberment. $120 a week. To apply call,1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR,Well I'll be dammed, I thought they closed down that placed down years ago." James said to himself. "Ah to hell with it, I need the money and who knows maybe I'll finally get a little closure." James thought to himself, and with that James put down the newspaper, remembering to circle the Fazbear ad with a maker so he wouldn't forget it and then went back to his room to get some sleep. After all he is going to be applying for a new job that's going to have him working very late hours.
AN. Hello everybody this my first fanfic I have ever made so please tell me what you think. Did I make any mistakes?, tell me and I'll fix them as soon as I can. If you guys want more just leave a review and I'll start making more chapters as soon as I can.