Hey everybody, it's betabug01 here! Back with...
*gasp*
A new story?!
That's right! The sequel to 'What we Have in Common is here'! And boy oh boy, if you thought the last story had some epic fights, you ain't seen nothing yet!
Of course, if you're new here, I recommend checking out What we Have in Common first, so that you know what's going on. But even if you don't, I don't think it'll be too hard to figure out what's going on. If you do...
...well, you can take a look at my first story ever.
I'mfixingitokay?
Anyways, I think you've all waited long enough for this, so let's get the show on the road!
Disclaimer: I've never owned FNAF at any point in my life, and probably never will. It all belongs to Scott Cawthon, who really out did himself with Sister Location, I must say. Hat's off to you, Scott. Great work!
Also, the title picture thing for this story was made by SammfeatBlueheart on Deviant Art...and I love it...and them. So you should go tell them of my love, and how good they're work is. Like, right now. Minimize this window, and do it. DO IT!
...have you done it yet? Of course you have! Now, on with the show!
Darkness surrounded a lonely ally on a cool autumn's night. It was wet, empty, and incredibly unsanitary. Rats surrounded the area, feeding off whatever garbage was thrown away by the surrounding buildings. It was a place suited for only the lowest of the low. A place where people went when they didn't want to be seen. And on this night in particular, it was the meeting ground for a plan of ill-intention, in which all involved were preparing for the beginning of the end.
Well, almost all of them...
"Whadda ya' mean you don't want in on this?" asked a rather muscular looking thug who was dressed entirely in black so as not to be seen.
"I'm saying I don't want to be a part of this. Trying to break into there is like, two steps above eating glue on the stupidity chart!" said another thug, who was a bit thinner, but still not to shabby in the strength department. He was wearing blue jeans, a black, long sleeved shirt, and a balaclava of the same colour.
"C'mon, dude. This is free money we're talking about here! And we've got the best bodyguards you could ask for!" the first thug replied.
"Well, that makes everything sooooo much better." the second thud grumbled. "Need I remind you that those thingstried to kill me almost a week ago?"
"Oh, quit your whining!" the first thug growled. He was getting sick of his partner's complaining. "They've been dealt with! They won't try to eat you alive or anything like that."
"Eat me alive?!" the second thug shouted. The things in question eating him was the least of his worries. "They nearly KILLED me in cold blood, just because I didn't look like them!" With that being said, the thinner thug kicked one of the trash bins, a few rats running in multiple directions as the sound echoed throughout the ally.
"Hey, keep it down would ya?" the first thug said in a very angry, yet quiet sounding voice. "You're gonna wake up the whole blooming-"
"Do we have a problem here, gentlemen?" came a third voice from the entrance of the ally, causing both men to jump.
"O-Oh, boss." the first thud mumbled, before straightening up. "Gerald here doesn't want to...eh hem, 'partake' in the transaction."
"Hey!" the second thug growled. "I thought I told you not to call me that!"
"Yeah, you did." the first thug smirked, crossing his big burly arms. "It's just that I don't really care."
"Why I oughta-"
"Enough!" boomed the third man. "Now, Geremiah...we've known each other for quite a while now, and I've grown rather accustomed to having you around...you're almost like the son I never had."
The second thug raised his eyebrow. Surely this was some kind of ploy. "However," the third man continued as he began to approach the second thug with his hands behind his back. "as your boss, I have certain...obligations to attend to."
The second thug began to feel incredibly nervous as his boss drew closer. He knew what the man was capable of, and would be lying if he said he wasn't at least a little scared...
...or terrified...
...yeah, terrified sounds about right...
"S-So, what are you saying?"
"Well, all I'm saying is...you respect me, and I'll respect you...but if you disobey me..." The third man, who was now only inches away from the worried looking thug, took an aggressive step forward and grabbed the thud by his collar, before slamming him against the wall. The sound of a few more rats scuttling away could be heard as the thug's back collided with the bricks. "Well...we're going to have some problems...so, are you going to play ball? Or will I have to terminate your position?"
The second thug glared. He hated his boss. He hated his attitude, the way he treated him, everything. But still, the thug needed a job. Not just for his sake, but for the most important person in his life.
Couldn't get a job working for anyone else...HAD to be this jerk...
With a heavy sigh, the thug spoke. "Fine...I'll do it..."
The third man stared for a moment, before smiling. "Good...now. Enough playing around...we have some...business to attend to."
The next morning was like any other morning for Mr. Fazworth. He woke up like he normally would, ate breakfast like he normally would, drove to the restaurant like he normally would, and got cut off by some lunatic driver like he normally would. But the normalness would end when he pulled into the parking lot and saw not one, not two, but six police cars all parked in front of the building.
"What in the world?!" The man quickly got out of his car and raced over to the scene, only to be stopped by a large policeman.
"Step away from the property sir. Nobody's allowed to enter the premises until the owner get's here."
"I am the owner, you blithering idiot! And I demand you let me through this instant!" Mr. Fazworth looked past the copper, and noticed his animatronics all sitting on the patio of the restaurant, looking very glum. "Out of my way." the man said as he pushed past the police officer, and rushed over to the sad looking bots. "Freddy! Everyone!"
The aforementioned bear gulped at hearing his name, and felt his face go white when he saw Mr. Fazworth approaching. He'd been mentally preparing himself for when their owner arrived, and was nowhere near ready to explain what had happened. "O-Oh, um...Mr. Fazworth. Th-This isn't what it looks like..."
"Forget about what it looks like!" Mr. Fazworth exclaimed as he reached the group. "Are any of you injured? What's going on here?"
Freddy looked down at his feet. "W-We were robbed last night, sir...or, at the very least broken into..." the bear said bluntly.
"Broken into?!" Mr. Fazworth repeated, almost falling back in surprise. "By who? What did they look like? What did they take?"
Freddy shook his head, and looked up at the man. "W-We don't know sir...it all happened so fast. One minute, everything was quiet, and the next...well..."
Mr. Fazworth sighed, and mopped his face with one hand. "Okay...can anyone tell me what happened last night?" At hearing the man ask this, everyone began talking at once. Each one of them going on about one thing or another, none of which Mr. Fazworth could make sense of.
"It was the middle of-"
"-broken into and-"
"-a man with a-"
"-it looked like a giant-"
"-screamed, which woke me up-"
"-had a really big stick-"
"-but Vixy told me to-"
At last, Mr. Fazworth had had enough. "Okay, okay! One at a time please!" he yelled, quieting everyone down. It was then that Mari spoke up.
"Sir...if I may." the puppet said, raising his hand. Mr. Fazworth nodded, and gestured for the calm and collected puppet to speak.
And this was the story he told.