Author's Note: Since I haven't been making the chapters that long...I'll make the chapters from now on as long as possible. Enjoy!
Chapter Three: Ron Part 1
Year: 1987
It was two years later. The restaurant was remade, and of course...the charges were dropped. Not from being covered up, but for one simple, yet terrifying fact: the bodies were never found. So Al made one of two more attempts. The "New and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza." Remodeled in 1986 and finally opened in 1987. Now people were more weary. The restaurant was more than a place for missing people...it was some killer's hunting ground.
Al was worried, but not so much. He however became very depressed and more shy while Ron became brave. He had to. To save the business. On this day Ron walked into the office and sighed. "Hey Al?" he asked. Al jumped in response. He then turned to look at Ron and sighed...he was very distant. But odd enough were his eyes...they were silver. Like one of the robots on stage.
Granted, Al went to one of his friends restaurants...Circus Baby's or something, and hasn't been the same since. Al became skinnier than usual and even threw up from time to time. But oddly, it looked more like he drank soda rather than water. Oil. The word kept popping into Ron's head, it wasn't right. But he couldn't figure out why. "Yes Ron?" Al asked in his calm, yet for some reason choked voice.
"Our new employee is here...Tom Smith I think is his name."
Al smiled for the first time in what seemed like years. "Tom Smith? Ah yes, our newest employee and YOUR fellow mechanic."
"You're not serious," Ron replied.
"Did I stutter?" Al asked genuinely curious. Ron sighed knowing that his boss and fellow friend wouldn't change his mind.
"No sir," was all Ron said before leaving the office.
ZZZ
"Hi," Ron said to the teenage kid who he assumed was Tom. The boy smiled and bowed for some reason.
"Hello," he said in a calm tone...almost too calm. It reminded Ron a lot of one of the other employees. William, or something like that. "Nice to meet you," Tom continued. "I'm Tom, and you are?" he inquired.
"I'm Ron," Ron replied. "And I'm assuming you'd like to know about fixing Foxy?" he then asked assuming there was a catch somewhere.
"Of course," Tom answered. "He was my favorite...he's no Fredbear, but ya know."
And here was the catch. Ron knew he recognized Tom. Tom was the boy who loved Fredbear's, but never came back. Ron sighed. "You know, I recognize you from Fredbear's Family Diner," he decided was the perfect conversation starter.
ZZZ
"So a kid's head got bit?" Tom asked in shock. Ron barely looked up from fixing Foxy, but still nodded his head.
"Yeah, some prank pulled by his brother. He's doing hard time right now for attempted murder," Ron explained wearily.
"I see..." Tom said trailing off.
Out of nowhere sirens were heard...Ron remembered all too well. "DAMN IT!" he screamed and ran out of parts and service. He saw the same officer from before. Jefferson. He walked up to the officer calmly. "May I help you?" he asked.
Jefferson had gray hair and stared at Ron coldly. "There were more disappearances. That's all I can say. And we've got a reliable tip, from a guy named William. Now where the hell is Al?" he demanded.
Ron sighed. "Maybe in his office..." he trailed off. The officer nodded his head and two more policemen went into the office only to see...nothing.
"Damn it the bastard escaped," Jefferson muttered. But before he could continued he turned face to face with...a robot fox.
Ron stared in shock and whispered to Tom, "Did you activate Foxy?"
"No," Tom replied.
"Get out of my way you stupid robot-" but Jefferson was cut off as the animatronic lunged bearing its teeth...right into Jefferson's forehead. Jefferson gasped, Ron shouted trying to get Foxy off of Jefferson, and Tom fainted. All Jefferson saw was darkness...
