To all those Grand Reopening fans out there, three is in the works! I am currently working on chapter one, so don't worry! It'll be up once I finish or when it's almost finished!

Anyway, on with the show! Also, uploading chapters more frequently may take a long time, since I'm going to attempt on making bigger chapters. So, yeah.
I'll also be rewriting Grand Reopening 2's ending and the first one. So, sorry if this story doesn't get updated!


Johnson decided to take a step ahead with the plan. He switched to CAM 07, which had the Supply Closet. There, he'll place the gasoline cans, and when Richard signals him that it's time, he'll create a trail with the gasoline and shoot it with a pistol. "So, lets get started!" The night-guard exclaimed, heading towards the Supply Closet.

He opened the door, revealing the gasoline cans. "Wow, someone already placed them... must have been Richard..." Johnson's raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Oh well, might as well put the pistol here." The night-guard pulled out the 22. caliber and placed it near the cans, making sure not to cause any noise. He heard footsteps echo, Johnson immediately turned around, his stance in a fighting position. Foxy emerged from the shadows. "Whatcha doin'?" She asked innocently.

Johnson groaned. "Nothing." He then tried to walk away from the fox, but only to be caught by her hook. She pulled him back, making the night-guard face her. "I love how you act innocent..." She whispered into the night-guard ear. Johnson awkwardly coughed as he felt Foxy's hand unbutton his shirt. "Uhm, Foxy, can you pl-" The night-guard was interrupted by Foxy's soft lips.

They both fell to the ground, hitting the gasoline cans. Johnson struggled to break free, but Foxy overpowered him. Her tongue explored the walls of his mouth, the two both rolled around as they rode the waves of ecstasy. They broke free from their kiss, with Johnson panting. "Foxy, I think we should st-stop..." The fox ignored the night-guard's suggestion as she unbuttoned his jeans. "Wait, n-" She placed her hook inside Johnson's mouth. "Thaaat's right, just be quiet..."

With her left hand, she pulled down the night-guard's undergarments, revealing his member. "MMMPH!" Johnson screamed, kicking his legs. Foxy stroked the night-guard's member, Johnson's eyes closed as his body became more dormant. Foxy knew she had the night-guard under control. She then took on his whole length, she felt a slight jump from the night-guard. She pulled out her hook, covered in the night-guard's saliva.


Johnson woke up, immediately screaming. He placed his hands on the floor, panting. "Oh shit... holy shit..." The night-guard checked his surroundings, seeing he was in the supply closet. He saw a book on the floor, which may have caused him to black out. "God... why did I have that dream?" He questioned, picking up the book. "What is this?" He opened the book, reading a few pages.

Welcome to Freddy's!

Hello there, reader! My name is Eric Vasquez, otherwise known as the Phone Guy. Now, I know my rank may confuse you, since my messages are left in a book. But still, this is a message, which is important. Now, here at Freddy's Pizza Diner! Yes, the name is stupid, in my opinion. But Luke Williams disagrees, he's the founder.

Johnson dropped the book, his hands sputtering. "Luke...?" The memories of seeing his father, Luke Williams being shot came back. He never knew his father was the founder of a place that he was currently working at. The night-guard immediately fainted.


Johnson once again woke up, but instead in the back-room. "The hell...?" He tried to move his hands, but they were tied, his legs were tied as well. A deteriorated bunny approached him, carrying a crow-bar. "Oh yes, Luke was his name, huh?" Springtrap asked, dropping the crowbar. "Forty years, and you still can't realize I tricked you..."

"What?" Johnson tried to process what Springtrap had said. "Remember that blind-folded man you shot?" Johnson thought back to that time. It was twenty years ago, so his memory was still a little fuzzy. "But... no..."

Springtrap cackled. "Now you know..." Johnson felt anger rise in him. He gained enough to strength to break the cloth that was holding him back. His form changed to a golden bear. "What? How? He couldn't have passed the ro-" Springtrap was interrupted by Golden Freddy's fist meeting his face. "Agh!" The bunny roared and tackled the golden bear.

"I'll kill you!" Golden Freddy shouted.

"I'm already dead!" Springtrap remarked. The golden bear grabbed the crowbar and crushed Springtrap's left eye with it. He then grabbed the face-plate and ripped it open, revealing Springtrap's endoskeleton. "Kill me! Do it! You know you want to!"

The bear raised his fist, but hesitated. "I can't.." Springtrap chuckled. "I knew it! You're too weak!"

"Shut! The! Fuck! Up!" Golden Freddy smashed Springtrap's head with his foot, panting. "Feeling tired..." He knocked out again.

Fainting more than a Call of Duty fan finding out that they're making a Black Ops 3.


Johnson woke up, he looked to see where he was. Much to his surprise, he was in the office. The monitor was in his hand and no system was having an error. He took this as a time to lay back, enjoy the final minutes of his first night. The night-guard glanced at the digital clock. "5:55 AM..." He quickly checked all of the cameras, everyone seemed to be in their proper place. Johnson sighed and exited the attraction.

He entered his sedan, immediately driving off. "Oh! What a day, can't wait for the next night..." Johnson heard rustling between his clothes in the backseat. "Hm?" He turned around and saw a crimson fox peek out from the pile of clothes. The night-guard screamed, immediately stopping. "What are you doing here?!" He shouted. "I wanted to see you again!" Foxy replied, having a wide smile on her face. Johnson sighed as he continued to drive back home. "Fine."


The Woodcrest Plaza

Foxy was surprised by Johnson's apartment. "Welcome..." He said, rubbing his eyes. "Oh, my! Look how big this place is!" Foxy couldn't believe it, she had never seen anything like this before. Johnson chuckled, knowing full well a normal house was bigger than this. But still, Foxy had never seen this place before, so that could explain why she was so surprised. "Well, I need to take a nap..."

He muttered something about sleep before entering his room. Foxy happily followed the drowsy night-guard, she hopped in his bed, still smiling.

That face is going to haunt me for years...

Johnson undressed, leaving nothing on except for his underwear. It was a habit he had. His blankets were thick, so in order to not to sweat like he was in Texas, when it was one hundred degrees, he had to leave nothing on except for his boxers. The night-guard closed his eyes and went to sleep. Foxy tried to copy Johnson's actions, she was confused by these humans. But in order to learn, she must do what they did. The fox undressed, leaving nothing on except for her panties. She hopped into bed once more and went to sleep.

Wake up...

"Huh?"

Wake the fuck up!

"Five more minutes..."

WAKE THE FUCK UP, YOU MOTHER-FUCKING CUM DUMPSTER! OH MY FUCKING GOD! YOU LAZY LITTLE SHIT! I WANT TO FUCKING KILL YOU, BUT I CAN'T BECAUSE I'M YOUR THOUGHTS! SO FUCKING WAKE UP! NOW!

Johnson shot up, seeing that it was night. "How long did I sleep?" He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock right next to him. "10:26 PM..." He groaned, knowing that in two hours he will be back at his horrible job. But Richard planned to bring the manager on Johnson's fourth night. The night-guard decided to go back to sleep, that was until Foxy started to move.

She accidentally slapped him across the face, the fox then rolled over to the night-guard, her breasts on his chest. The night-guard coughed awkwardly and decided to ignore it. But still, if only... just if he...

Mother of god. You pathetic little shit. No bad thoughts!

Johnson decided to go back to sleep, he went to his happy place. Many people called Johnson Williams insane, mainly because he wanted to burn Christmas to the ground. His inspiration was from a song he heard from a year ago.

Set It Off- This Christmas (I'll Burn It To The Ground) right?

Oh well, Johnson ignored it and just listened to the children crying as he burned everything down. He smiled, seeing the Christmas tree tumble to the ground.


Johnson woke up again, he looked at the clock, seeing it was 11:25. "Shit! Have to get ready!" He stood up before getting hit in the face by his fan. "Fuck..." He held his nose, before tumbling to the ground. Foxy yelped as she fell with Johnson.

She blushed deeply, seeing how their position looked like. Johnson got up and went to get dressed. "Fuck... fuck... fuck..."

"What's with the rush, babe?" Foxy asked innocently. He cringed at the word "babe".

"Work, you know? The place you basically live?!" Johnson wondered if this fox was retarded or something. "Why now? Why can't we do something fun?" Foxy smirked as she approached Johnson. "Such as?"

"Mmm... I don't know..."

Johnson face-palmed. "I have something in mind..." Foxy jumped happily. "You'll have to massage me first!"

Johnson groaned. "Nevermind." He put on his jeans and buttoned his shirt. "Come on, we have to go." Foxy followed the night-guard.


Hello, hello? Uh, shit... static um, this is Johnson Williams speaking...

I am currently held in this room, being interrogated... they think I did it... static

Fuck, I just wish Richard was here... he would help me...

sound of door opening

Hello, Mr. Williams. What is that you're holding?

Oh! Th-this? Nothing at all!

More static then tape ends...