You were grateful that the movers had left a chair behind in the security office for you to set everything down on, after giving it a quick wipe to get rid of the dust. It was a standard office swivel chair, and while it looked torn in a few places and some of the stuffing peeked out, it suited its purpose. After setting everything down, you straightened your back and glanced at the desk.

A set of three bobbleheads of the mascots, Freddy Fazbear, Chica the Chicken, and Bonnie the Bunny, sat at the head, next to a dead fan, and gaps in the dust suggesting that there used to be papers sitting there until they were either removed or thrown away. Whatever electronics that were in this area were ripped out, you noted, judging by the amount of loose wires hanging dejectedly from the wall. Luckily for you, the desk was wide enough for you to spread the map of the building out without it hanging off of the edges, and after a quick wipe down, you spread out the map, using the bobbleheads and your flashlight as corner weights.

After setting up, you pulled out three pairs of latex gloves and slipped a pair on, not wanting to touch anymore dusty muck until you could wash your hands. No need to get dirtier than you needed to be, and if you were going to touch the map or anything delicate, you'd rather not leave smudges or stains.

Judging by the map, Eric had taken off towards the arcade room. No doubt he'd find something in there as a prop, you thought. Nothing says "spooky" like a glitching arcade game screen flashing spooky images as you walk past it, you chuckled to yourself.

Kyle would be making his way towards the repair depot. It was a decently-sized room, made for the animatronics to get repaired or cleaned. You doubted he'd find anything in there. The company would most likely have seized anything pertaining to the animatronics for the sake of company policy or something. Probably just to make sure no one could tamper with them if they were left behind, and animatronics weren't cheap to replace.

You sat down and made yourself comfortable. It was probably going to be a while before the two of them came back. You couldn't really blame them. This was like a dream come true for those two. They'd probably spend the better part of an hour searching through all of the rooms, trying to find dusty relics to put towards their "haunted house" idea. They had even come up with a name for the place: Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction".

Well, people will certainly know what they're in for, you smirked as you tried to picture the guys dressing up as the animatronics like they had in high school and scaring the patrons as they walked past. You had to be honest, you wouldn't mind paying to see that.

True to your prediction, it took the two nearly an hour before they made their way back to the security office. You were kind enough to shine your flashlight out towards the doorway so they could find their way instead of getting lost wandering the building. Kyle was the first one back, holding an empty Foxy the Pirate head and covered in dust and cobwebs. He looked like he had been dusting stuff off, judging by the mess on his clothes.

"Hey! Check out what I found!" he laughed, holding it up proudly like a trophy. It hung limply in his hands, its jaw flopping as he moved it to show you the inside. "There's a couple empty animatronic suits in the repair depot. Even though we can't wear them, I think we can set them up as props around the attraction, what do you think?"

Sure enough, there were still some metal beams and rods poking out and around the inside of the head. If Eric had tried it on, which you were pretty confident he would have, he would have been rewarded with more than a few cuts and scrapes and a possible headache. You had to admit, it was a good find. You would have thought they'd have taken all of the suits with them when they left. "Are they all in there?" you asked, taking the Foxy head from him to look at it yourself. The fact it was missing its eyes and all you saw were its empty sockets was a little unnerving.

"Yeah, all except the Golden Freddy one, but I wasn't sure if we'd find one of those in there anyway," he replied, trying to dust himself off and releasing small dust clouds with every pat. "But all the originals are in there. Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, even ol' Foxy here." He glanced at the flashlight, then turned to you. I'm not gonna lie, I was kinda startled by your flashlight when I first saw it lighting up the doorway," he chuckled.

"What, you thought I was an animatronic luring you into the office before I pounced on you and forced you into a suit?" You handed it back to him as you heard heavy footsteps coming from the other side of the door.

Eric came in, completely filthy. His green hoodie had turned brown from all the dust he had on him, and it looked like he had lost his shades. He was carrying a big cardboard box full of miscellaneous items, and you swore you saw a hook dangling from one of the edges.

"I had to push aside the arcade machines to get to this! It was hiding in the back!" he panted, setting it down on the desk, right on top of the map. You opened your mouth to chide him and to tell him to move the box off the map, but he saw the Foxy head and cut you off.

"Whoa, holy shit!" he exclaimed, snatching it from Kyle and looking at it. "Dude, we scored! Way to go!" he yelled as he highfived Kyle, then suddenly tried to put it on.

"Eric wait!" you shouted, snatching the head from him. "Look, you idiot, it's still got the metal beams and everything inside!" You turned the hole at the bottom of the head towards him so he could see what he very nearly forced onto his empty skull.

"Oh." Eric looked a bit sheepish, then grinned when he spotted the hook inside the box. He snatched the head back from you and grabbed the hook, holding the head in front of his face like a mask and waving the hook in the other. "Oooooh, don't yell at yer captain, lass, or I'll have you keelhauled!" he intoned with a pirate slur, and laughed as you snatched the hook from his hand and hit him with the arm of it.

"Very funny." You looked back at the box, still holding the hook. "What else is in here?"

"Eh, nothing interesting, really," Eric sighed, lowering the Foxy head and looking inside. "I found a weird paper-plate doll and an animatronic hand, but other than that all this stuff has is empty character masks. Not like Kyle's epic find," he smirked, tossing the head back to Kyle.

"I'm sure you'll find a use for this stuff somehow," you said as you picked up the box and placed it on the floor. "Now that you're finally back, I can get started talking with you guys about layout and hiring help to get this thing up and running."

You unrolled one of the rolls of paper you carried in with you, a super-thin sheet of tracing paper. You laid it out on top of the original map (Eric "kindly" offering the Foxy head as a weight for the last corner instead of your flashlight), took out a pencil, and traced out the outline of the building, leaving everything inside the building blank. "This is your attraction, so I have no idea how you want it to be laid out, so I'm leaving it up to you guys to decide between the two of you. What I do suggest is that you leave the bathrooms alone until you can get a plumber in to remove the pipes and drain any water that's left in them so you won't have a mess."

You looked up at the two of them with a no-nonsense expression. "Don't go breaking down walls or busting up floorboards until you figure out exactly how you want this thing to be laid out. You don't want to end up wrecking a wall you intended on keeping and making it cost more to replace or repair anything because you were careless."

"Sheesh, okay we get it!" Eric rolled his eyes and held up his hands in a calming gesture. "We're the ones sinking our money into this, we'll be smart about it, we promise."

Satisfied, you pulled out a notepad slip with a bunch of names and numbers scribbled onto it and several business cards and handed them to Kyle. "These are some people I recommend in helping you build the attraction. Don't go cheap and hire some idiot who doesn't know what they're doing, or you'll have me to hear from, got it?"

Kyle gave a nod of understanding, mentally noting the order in which to contact the people when construction would start before pocketing it.

"Is there anything else you need before we can get you out of our hair?" Eric asked, clasping his hands behind his head in a carefree manner. Judging by the tone of his voice, it wasn't meant to be harsh, it was just him being impatient and wanting to explore the building without a chaperone breathing down his neck.

You smirked behind your dust mask. "Just one more thing. I want to make rounds of the building to make sure all the rooms are open so you don't have to worry about being denied access to any of the rooms." You noted the glint in his eyes as you continued, saying "I know you're eager to be treasure-hunting for props and memorabilia from this place, and I'd hate for any locked doors to hinder the hunt."

"Ha! Locked doors won't be any problem for us!" Eric reminded you, triumphantly pulling out the key ring on the lanyard.

"True," you agreed, "but it'd be nice to know what keys go where."

(Next chapter is where things start picking up, I promise.)