11/8/2007

George Russler sighed, staring at the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizza building. The place had been closed, abandoned, and left to rot a decade before. It had been closed because Fazbear Entertainment was actually starting to lose money from keeping it open. Mr. Fazz himself had stated shortly after closing that he no longer considered Freddy's to be a profitable business. And while George did think that was understandable at the time, he was confused as to why they didn't just sell the place. It would've left the company a lot of money to work on that new place with. Of course, maybe that would've been a waste of time, as that new place had been shut down just a couple of weeks after it opened.

He also wasn't very comfortable with the idea that he would be the first person to walk into Freddy's after a decade of neglect. He had heard rumors that a couple teenagers did go out to explore it and never came out, but as there was no evidence to that, he had no reason to believe it. Still. The thought did creep him out. After the incidents in 1987, he was very paranoid of being in the restaurant alone. In the dark.

He cautiously unlocked the door to the pizzeria and pulled it open. He was going to need a flashlight for this. Taking one out of his pocket, he turned it on and immediately turned to make sure all the animatronics were still in place.

None of them were in place.

George's heart thumped. He thought that the animatronics would've been shut down, locked in position forever. Mr. Fazz had told him years before that he wouldn't be taking them to his new restaurant, but maybe he had a change of heart after all.

Regaining what little confidence he had before, he then went to check the backstage room. The endoskeleton that had been sitting on the table for so long seemed to also be gone, but George figured it was probably in a box somewhere, or sold off to a different restaurant. The costume heads of the three main characters were molding, rotting apart on the shelves. It smelled disgusting. George backed out of the room, and then went to explore the office.

He decided to enter through the right hallway first. George opened the door and stood to the side in case something fell out, and sure enough, the shelf fell over through the doorway. Cans and jars spilled out all over the floor. He decided it was someone else's problem. Besides, he was just the inspector.

George walked into the office and saw that the fan wasn't blowing. He thought that it was the first time he had seen the fan completely still, every other time he had visited this room, it was on. He also half expected to see Mr. Fazz sitting down at his desk, mumbling about all his piles of paperwork that he had to complete. George smiled at the thought. He liked his old job at Freddy's. It was a shame that things had turned out like this.

As he stepped out of the door, he heard something that sounded like a phone ringing from behind him. He turned around, and heard the voice of one of his previous co-workers talking.

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day four. I knew you could do it."

George was freaked out. He hadn't heard this man's voice in half a decade. This man was like Mr. Fazz's right hand man, who had multiple jobs. He was the night guard for years, and an instructor for new employees. He didn't know why this recording was playing now - unless it had been playing every week since it was recorded.

"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow…"

Suddenly, he heard banging in the background of the recording.

"It's-It's been a bad night here...for me...um, I-I'm kind of glad that I recorded my messages for you, uh, when I did…"

George listened carefully.

"Uh, hey, do me a favor. Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits? In the back room? I'm gonna try to hold out...until someone...checks..."

He glanced in the direction of the back room.

"Maybe it won't be so bad…"

George listened as the familiar chime that Freddy Fazbear used to play for the children began to play in the phone call.

"Y-you know…"

George heard moaning in the background of the recording. And it wasn't coming from the man.

"Oh no…"

He jumped back when he heard a robotic screech, followed by static. George stared at the phone for a moment, thinking about what he had just heard.

…

No, that can't be right. The animatronics are harmless. That doesn't make any sense that they would attack a night guard.

Trying to shake off the dread he now felt, George left the office and headed into the kitchen. There, he gave the place a quick look around, and saw a disgusting, moldy pizza sitting on a counter. He left the room, and headed left over to the Pirate's Cove.

Foxy, the animatronic that used to perform there, was also gone.

George stared at the empty space in disbelief. The Foxy animatronic was shut down. Foxy was the only one that couldn't possibly move on his own. Maybe the animatronics were taken to that other restaurant, after all, he hadn't come across any of them yet.

He sighed, and decided the restrooms were the last place to look. George found nothing in either of the restrooms, so breathing a sigh of relief, he began to walk out, before stopping himself.

The Safe Room. He forgot about the Safe Room entirely.

Mr. Fazz didn't mention it when he told George to go inspect the restaurant, but George was curious about it. No one would be able to stop him from looking now.

He went over to the wall, and knocked on it. It echoed on the other side. He pushed on the wall, and entered the room.

George looked around the room. There were broken arcade machines bundled up in one side of the room, a few boxes of unused decorations, and…

In the corner, there was an empty springlock suit. The Spring-Bonnie animatronic. It was entirely empty, it had no eyes and the suit wasn't springlocked. All the dangerous metal bits and the endoskeleton inside the suit were pressed against the sides, so it could be "safely" worn. George was surprised to see the thing after all these years. He had been told by a different coworker that both the Fredbear and Spring-Bonnie suits had been dismantled and thrown away after the incident, but no. Here Spring-Bonnie was, almost completely intact.

George decided he would tell Mr. Fazz about it immediately, and perhaps the police. Both springlock suits were commonly associated with the Missing Children Incident of 1987. As he turned to leave the room, he heard a noise from behind him.

The empty Spring-Bonnie suit was standing up on its own, facing George. George looked into the suit's empty eyesockets, and saw something behind the mask, like a faint mist. It wasn't possible, an empty suit standing up on its own, there was nothing to hold it up-

Mr. Fazz stared at his phone with his tired old eyes. He knew, deep down inside, that if George was around to call him, then he would've called him hours ago. Mr. Fazz only knew about one animatronic left inside the building - the Spring-Bonnie suit. But he made sure it wasn't springlocked back when he had the room sealed up 2 decades before, so it couldn't possibly have done anything to George. Perhaps he forgot to take his phone, or he was going to tell Mr. Fazz personally what he saw…

Mr. Fazz knew it was just wishful thinking, and groaned. He knew George wasn't coming back.

Whatever it was that was making all this happen, was still making things happen, even a decade after the restaurant had been shut down. Maybe there really was a simpler explanation to it all, but Mr. Fazz's mind was dead set on the idea that there really was something horribly wrong with his robots. Between what happened in 1987 and what happened at the other, newer restaurant that he had made, Mr. Fazz didn't even know how he was still alive. The night guards going missing, those poor, innocent children going missing, and now George. It seemed like more of his employees died than lived.

And somehow, all of this was still kept out of the public eye. Not many people came forth and tried to blame Fazbear Entertainment for the things that happened.

Other than the Bite of '87.

Mr. Fazz hated to think about that. That was the first sign, to him, that something was terribly wrong with the animatronics. The Foxy animatronic came down off his stage, and tore out a child's frontal lobe with his mouth, in front of a bunch of people. While the police were investigating the murders. It was a horrible thought.

Even worse, the child lived. The child lived, and suffered in the hospital. The kid couldn't perform basic actions anymore. All because of that horrid Foxy animatronic. Mr. Fazz shook his head. That was really the nail in the coffin for his restaurant.

Then, of course, his technology failed him again in his second restaurant. His plan to stop more disasters backfired. His new animatronics were just as dangerous as the old ones, even though they didn't look like it.

He just wondered what went wrong. Why it all went wrong at once. And why it never stopped.

The worst part about it all was that the police never caught the real kidnapper. The man was thought to be an employee of the company due to his apparent knowledge of how to operate Fazbear Entertainment's springlock suits, but the police never found exactly who it was. Everyone in the company was interrogated, and so were the families of the children, but nobody was found. Eventually, they gave up the search. The one room that wasn't checked was the restaurant's hidden Safe Room, but not even he allowed himself to go in there. And considering how George hadn't called him up yet, he decided not visiting the Safe Room was a good idea.

Mr. Fazz stared at the wall for a few moments, and then a brilliant idea formed in his mind.

A/N: Hey all, sorry that this chapter was written a little sloppily. I was a bit tired when I started writing this. Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed reading.