Alice hated meetings. She hated them with all her heart and soul, but sadly they were a necessary evil. At least in these circumstances. The sound of a door opening caught her attention, and she looked up just in time to see two men and a woman walk into the room she was currently situated in.

"Hello. You are Mrs. Schwartz I presume?" one of the men said. Alice was able to peg him as the one who would be doing all the talking. He had an air of authority that the other two lacked. His name tag read Stephen. At least that saved her the effort of asking his name.

"Bearson, actually, and you are the people who want to buy my diner, I presume," Alice replied as politely as she could muster. She really didn't want to sell the diner, but she had no choice. Reopening it where it was would drive them out of business very quickly, and there wasn't the money for a change of location.

"Not exactly. We're their lawyers, but for the purposes of this meeting, we act in their stead. I'm sure you understand why we're a requirement due to recent events," Stephen said, holding out a piece of paper. Wonderful. If there was anything Alice disliked more than meetings, it was lawyers. Greedy little annoyances always supporting whoever had the most money, no matter whether they were in the right or not. "Just sign here, and you'll receive payment within the month."

Alice picked up the pen but hesitated to sign. Even if keeping it would be impossible, it felt wrong to her. She had started the diner with her late husband, Frederick, a few years ago with the idea to entertain children with music and games to give the parents a bit of a break, and it felt like she was doing him a great injustice to sell it.

"My family and I will be assured continued association with the diner and the accompanying character, correct?" She had to make sure of at least that. Her daughter and grandchildren had grown up with Fredbear and it would break their hearts to have to leave him.

"Of course. We'll be sure to offer employment to anyone in any way related to the diner, including yourself, your family and any current and past employees. The new location we have planned is close enough to the original to be available to everyone already nearby yet far enough away to avoid the negative reputation brought on by the unfortunate incident a month ago," Stephen assured.

"Alright, then," Alice looked over the contract one last time to make sure that everything was in its proper place before signing it with a long, loopy signature. Then she said slightly bitterly, "There. The diner is yours."

"Fazbear entertainment thanks you for your cooperation, Mrs. Bearson," Stephen said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Then he left Alice to lament on her own with a sour taste in her mouth.