Hey guys, I think this is one of the final chapters, dunno, probably not... But anyways enjoy, review your thoughts and hopefully the story will be out soon. Also, it's from the company's perspective of the Nightmares, it'll make sense in later chapters of the story but for now just read.
Scott Cawthon owns FNAF, chapter contains violence.
"We now have a common threat."
The man threw the papers on his desk and folded his hands, another 3 men stood in the room watching him intently.
"We don't know if they are friend or foe, but we have taken images, and we suspect by the look of things... The don't seem friendly at all..."
He stared up at the men who nodded in agreement; one was dressed in dark blue, another dressed in white and the last was in purple uniform, but they all carried the significant gold badge.
The man at the desk sighed as he ripped the photos one by one in frustration. "If we can't get close to them, how will we be able to stop them? How do we know that they're not ready to destroy us?"
"Sir, if I may, these creatures have fascinating appearances and skills."
The white man said, the blue one nodded but the purple man frowned.
"All do with respect, Mr Fazbear, where did these things come from?"
The man at the desk shrugged, but the purple man cleared his throat.
"Well, if you might ask, Michael. These 'things' are the part of the company, they were normal animatronics but someone broke in and stole the suits. My guess is, whoever they are, they have a plan to do something bad, either with us or society itself."
All three men stared at the purple mana she made his way out of the room. Michael and Mr Fazbear stared at each as the man dressed in white left.
"I'm sorry, Mike, but this is important."
The guard shifted before a man came in and held a hand gun to the blue man's face. The guard slightly shook and looked his boss in the eye as Mr Fazbear leaned forward and brung his first finger up to his lips.
"Don't, it only makes things worse, for you... And them..."
The guard took a deep breath as the man pulled the trigger, Mr Fazbear smirked as Michael fell to the ground emotionless, the man looked at Mr Fazbear who shook his hand.
"Leave now, you've done your work."
The man stared at Mr Fazbear before dropping the gun and lunging toward the man, both his hands clasped around Mr Fazbear's neck.
"It's your turn!"
The man said in a dead child's voice before cutting off Mr Fazbear's scream.