The New Fazbear Re-Imagined

by TairaCrow

An Afton comes from the dark and aims for her father's company. Jordan has a new target; first the company, second the hospitals, third and last is the home and education markets. Maybe this could work, but can she figure this out all out in time? Will her plan to blindside the company work? Jordan can only try with what she has.

What do you get when you blend technical know-how and a winning family history like the Aftons? Purpose...

How do you get purpose some may ask? Easy. It brands you with this bad reputation. Then you turn around and find out that there is a whole company in shambles waiting for you the day you turn 18. Again, winning family history. Fun fact, my father murdered children and burned to death horribly with the spirits of my sister and brother. Nothing is left except the new designs I've made. So I guess it's time to take matters into a more enlightening turn of events.

It's now going into 2025. I'm 18 now. I'm going into the board of directors of Fazbear Entertainment and taking over today. Then things can change. For now, I smile down at the animatronic companion I made for myself.

It's a dog, of sorts. The dog has a sound disk from my father's designs he left behind but it's modified. This one is stronger than the others. It also lets out a sound that is less likely to make people sick. Instead, they just see this fuzzy imagery of a black german shepherd. I made him to test my father's remnant research. Can you truly bring a soul back into these creatures? The answer is yes.

He is a recreation of a childhood friend from my orphaned youth in the childcare system. His name was Nick. Now he goes by Pause. Most people think his name is actually Paws. To everyone else, he's my service dog for a condition I got as a result of making him. I am prone to seizures without medication. In reality, he actually keeps medicine on himself for me to take every 12 hours and protects me.

"Well, let's go Pause. We have to make his will known," I smile, holding the folder with said will. We walk in together, the leash lazily sitting around my belt loop. Moving to the front desk of the large open lobby, I smile sweetly to the secretary, "Hi! I have a meeting with the board. It's at 12 noon."

She looks up, her eyes clearly spelling out her confusion, "You're just a kid..."

"I beg to differ. I'm 18. Jordan Afton. You'll find me," I say with a small sigh, "Please don't play around. I have a lot of things to do."

With a huff, she types on her computer. After a moment, she looks up at me, "They'll see you upstairs. They're ready. Take the center elevator."

She doesn't even look up at me this time. I just smile and head around the desk to find the elevators around the corner of the wall of the desk. The office is plain and boring. Nothing cool here at all. Oh well, room for improvement. Moving inside the elevator, I find myself looking down at my companion. He eyes me just as curiously as I watch him. Speaking up, I kneel down to his level, "You'll back me up no matter what. Right, boy?"

He barks and puts a paw on my arm. With a small chuckle, I pet his head, "Thanks." Standing up, I just smile, "We'll get this right." The elevator moves up quickly until it stops. A security administrator is waiting for me. I just watch the security guard lead us towards a blackened door that misleads the eye. It's not dark at all, just a heavily shaded door. He opens it and lets me enter with Pause.

The room only consists of a board room table with the 16 black chairs and one at the end for me. 16 chairs held 16 old men in suits. They don't even understand the possibilities of what this company is capable of. Entertainment? Please… There are far more applications for these wonderful machines. My father focused on bringing dead kids back. Me? My goals are far grander.

Swiftly to the end of the table where my path will begin. That is where I start.

The head of the table looks up from his document copies with a stern glare, "Miss Afton, how do you think this meeting will go?"

This man is Arthur Fitzgerald. He took over the company after my father died. He knows I have the will but not which version...

Smiling, I look at them with a sweet smile, "In my favor, honestly speaking. There is nothing stopping me from taking the company back like my father wished."

One of the side members opens the papers, "Here in the will he made 1 year before his death, he gives the company back to the board. You have no claim here, but we could let you off as an engineer or tech."

They think they're clever. Foolish idiots. Opening my folder, I spread copies down the table with a lawyer signed document and a witness statement of the will he made 3 months prior to his death. Holding my own copy, I smile at them, "This is a copy of my father's original will made 3 months before his death. That lawyer was the one who wrote it for him and gave me his witness statement in front of a judge. You'll see the documents from both. Now let me know if this sounds right by the United States Courts of Law. By right, this company is his. He found out about me after he made that will. He filed this one with a lawyer and judge beforehand. Guess he wanted the company in family hands."

"This is ludicrous. How did you get this? He never made this public knowledge or that William and I found you. None of this is of public record," Arthur spouts off without thinking. He stops and looks around the table.

Stepping in, I just shrug, "So I'll do a DNA test and prove this further. I have my own lawyer. Besides, you'll want me at the head of this mess before they start pointing fingers. I can fix this company but only if you allow me to fulfill his will and take control. That or the murders, the children, the blatant lack of security and other details that he recorded over the years hit the media. Call it blackmail or call it consolidation of facts. I can tell you and the media of this all. Or we keep it in house, and you allow me to lead the charge. I get full control like my father had. How's that sound?"

"That would doom the Afton name and Fazbear Entertainment together. You would do that?" one of the members says in disbelief.

Arthur speaks up for me, "Yes, she would. She's an Afton. She'll sink everything if she sees the opportunity. Fine. You win... Let's get the draft going." He pulls out a phone and texts someone. He speaks up in the meantime, "What is your plan as the new CEO?"

Going from smile to grin, I look down to Pause, "Pause here is a service animal. Fun fact, he isn't an actual living animal. He's an animatronic I made that acts as my medical supervision. I have a seizure disorder. Should be time. Right, Pause?"

He barks and puts a pill on the table with a water bottle. Pause barks again and sits down. The board members look a bit astonished. I smile at them and take my medicine with the water. Watching them go speechless, I grin, "My first move is to get out of entertainment in the fashion that you have given it. You treat it like a child's paradise. It doesn't have to be in just a playhouse. Hospitals, day cares, personal in-home childcare for special needs children. The applications are endless, and I have the programs for such a product. He's a prototype but one that has served me well for two years. Trust me when I say this is the best direction out of the position you're in."

Arthur blinks at me and laughs, "Just like your father. Innovative to the end. Guess you really are an Afton. What's the start then?"

"I have an agency interested in entertainment to help sick children keep positive in their specialized hospitals. It's an improvement to the systems at least but we will need more animatronics to a certain degree of intelligence that I can program. That and I want to be involved in the production process. The CEO needs to be involved in this whole process," I say all of this with them watching me in awe.

Now I have their interest. With a second statement, I grin wider, "Not only that, but I predict within 5-10 years we can be in homes as babysitters and educators. Knock out the market once people fully trust us again. It's time to plan for a long term and short term, ideally. What do you say, Arthur Fitzgerald?"

He just shakes his head and looks down, "Fine... So we shut down our locations with a promise of new products and pathways. Where does that leave our revenue?"

"In a charitable donation from my trust fund and the work ahead that I can provide. We use the revenue from closing those locations into building friendly new models that hospitals will want. Look into demographics and poll children and parents in hospitals and online. Send designs by me while I code for each hospital's needs. I had a plan walking in. That's how I thought this meeting would go," I smile at Arthur as he seems wary of me.

Arthur nods, "Then we begin with your contract, Miss Afton. Don't worry. We'll make this venture work for all of us."

With one more add-on, I pass out one more file. Ignoring the small talk, I just shrug, "One last thing, promise. I need all the case files you have of the issues that started these problems for the company. If I'm to tackle my Father's massive mistakes, I can only fix those that I am given up front. My last name may be shared, but his obsession bordered on the insane. I just wanna say again, I have no care to work like my father did. He wanted full control with your approval and no direction. I will give you direction, goals, facts and figures and even the eventual 20-year plan. So don't skimp on the information that you can offer me of his failures or current cases. I am here to fix all his misgivings, not follow the family's self-destructive tendencies."

The other members look back to Arthur. Arthur eyes me with a small nod, "I have your contact details here on the sheet. I'll get you the documents and phone numbers of lawyers dealing with the cases. I'll call you for the day of the sign over and… Miss Afton?"

"Yes?" I say with a plaintive tone as not to implicate any anxiety or fear, like I even feel those emotions right now.

He straightens up with a small, slightly irritated yet sweet smile, "Well played. Just don't think we'll be played like your Father played us. Keep our best interests at heart and we've got your back. We appreciate your forward thinking and responsibility, so don't lose that. I'll have the documents brought by tomorrow with the sign over if you don't mind me coming to represent the board."

"Of course not. Just mind the mess, I'm working on a new animatronic for this hospital contract," I act mature yet somewhat embarrassed to hide the true project, "Have your secretary call me with a time later tonight or in the morning, and I'll try to clean up. It may look like an old farmhouse and barn, but it's the only place I have."

With that, the meeting adjourns with the same guard now kindly leading me to the elevators. Pause follows after me dutifully. We exit the building shortly after, getting into my beat-up dark purple truck. Once on the road, I hear a sigh from beside me, "Well played, Alli."

A simple turn of the wheel to get us onto the highway and towards home. The exasperated sigh that comes before my words is just from sheer frustration, "Yeah… Well played. I have to act like I'm above my father despite everything he left me. After all the gifts he left me without ever meeting the man, I have to publicly turn my back on him even though I'm trying to-"

"Easy, Alli. We're still going to make this work. Besides, if it all fails, you're a ghost. This farmhouse is a front from his will. You have his real hidden lab that only his personal lawyer knew about. We always have a place to run," Pause says to me, setting his paw on my leg to reassure me.

Giving in, I just smile finally, "I guess you're right. You really think this wi- Huh?"

My phone rings, and I answer tentatively, "Hello?"

"Yes, this is Mr. Fitzgerald's secretary, Ms. Veil. We have your address on file with this number, but when is it good to drop off the documents? I can consolidate them in an hour or two. I happen to live not far from you so I can drop it off when I'm done with the task. If you ever need to talk or anything, I'm close by too," she speaks to me plainly with a small ounce of concern to her voice.

I run the facts through my head and think it over, "Sure. I'm heading home now. I'll be there. It's like I told your boss, mind the mess. See you then and thanks. It's nice to have a friendly voice." I close the prehistoric flip phone and look at Pause, "Seems we have an empathetic pawn who we might be able to manipulate though. Much like the Emily Family, we might find ourselves a new tool. Without family or friends, we have to use what we have. At least until we can get that animatronic moving again."

Pause lays down with his head on my leg and a slight nod, "Yeah, true. If- Nevermind. I know you'll figure this out. Let's just get home."

I drive in silence until he paws at the radio while we drive. I turn it onto his favorite station, classical. Pause was always a weird kid, but he was a great musician. Just wish I could give him fingers to play music with, like he used to. Refocusing on the road, I get us off the highway and into the countryside where the dirt road leads us to the large dark brown farmhouse.

The house has an old wraparound porch, a dog yard attached to the back door, a large red barn I insulated last year to keep the electronics safe and a roof over a small parking area my beat-up truck takes up. Jumping out of the elderly behemoth, Pause follows me to the house. I open the door to let him in first and follow after. The entry hallway branches off into a large living room that I mostly filled with the long purple couch, flatscreen 60 inch on a dark brown stand. I move to the other side into my library, a long room hiding a bathroom behind all the bookshelves of engineering books and some of my own notebooks hidden in between.

I reach up and dig out my most recent notebook of ideas. The next room is a kitchen with a connection to both rooms. My balance fails me upon entering the kitchen, making me trip on my face. Pause runs past me and gets some tissues. He holds them out, a slight whine coming from him. Tissues aren't the greatest for this type of nosebleed, but it works. Covering my nose, I look up to him and pet him with my freehand, "I'm good. Promise."

"I don't think good is the word I would use," a voice calls from the kitchen counter area.

Instantly, I try to stand up to step back or find a weapon just to fall back onto my rear end. Pause steps in front of me growling at the stranger. Wait… Stranger?

The man standing behind my counter, leaning there as if waiting all this time. He had short black hair that edges his face, tan skin, a dark blue or purple dress jacket with a black shirt underneath. The part that grabs my attention is the faint glow to his eyes that makes me shrink back an inch, "Michael…."

"Wait! You mean Michael Afton? Right… Speak up animatronic! Who are you?" his fur shows on end, yet I can't find words to speak further.

The man holds up his hands in surrender with a sigh, "Easy there. I'm here to talk to my sister. Seems I picked a bad time… Or a bad approach."

I stop Pause before he can overreact. I use the wall to help me stand with some effort, "You're supposed to be… No, of course you aren't. Why are you here? And how did you get in?" Pause helps me to the table, still on edge towards Michael. Can't blame him, I half expect him to try to kill me.

Michael waits until I'm seated, dabbing the blood from my nose, "I used to live here. I still have a key. Although I had to leave before you found out I was here. Why… Well, answer something for me first," He moves to sit across from me at the able, still remaining neutral with his hands where we see them on the table in front of him, "I did mean what I said. I knew Dad and Mom had stints, but you're news to me. Did she say anything about us to you?"

Stunned, I just think it over and sigh, "Pause, go get the letter off my desk please." He turns to leave and hesitates. I wave him out, "Go. I'll be fine. I believe what he's saying."

Pause leaves, giving me a moment, "She left me a letter. Fair warning, it doesn't paint a good picture of Dad or any of you… She told me to change my last name."

"Sound advice before you started working for them," Michael says with an edge to his voice. He grips a fist and lets it go, "Anyways… I'm sorry for approaching the way I did. No one teaches you how to reach out to your youngest sibling you've never met."

A chuckle escapes my lips, my cruel side kicking in, "Some of us aren't immortal and have glowing eyes either… Yeah, I noticed. But I get it. Even if I knew you were here, I wouldn't know what to say normally. Now is a different story. Besides, if you would have told me you were staying here then I wouldn't have taken the house from you." Pause comes in with a huff and sets the letter in my hand. He sits beside me as if guarding.

Michael seems to shake his head and looks aside. Once I place the letter in front of him, he takes it after my hand is pulled away, "Nah… I don't want you to be scared like this or make him mad… Let me see what's in this."

He reads for a moment and seems irritated, "Right. 'Your father and brother became dangerous. Stay away. Change your name…' I wouldn't hurt my family. Dad… Well he was a different story. The whole time I was trying to save the others. Forget it. Where is she now?"

"Nowhere but six feet under," I say bluntly and honestly, "She left this world 2 years ago. Let's move on. Why come here now? Let me guess that it has something to do with that meeting."

The look he gives me is something akin to an angry older brother now. I hit a nerve, I think. Guess I'm a good younger sister if I can do that, though I shouldn't irritate an animatronic older brother. Michael just puts the letter down and looks me in the eye, "Leave the company. I've been intentionally causing their stocks to drain. What do you have to gain that you don't have? Dad left you money, a house, and a lot of other perks."

Shaking my head and gripping a fist, my voice shakes a bit, "I need to power two animatronics. One I'm making for Pause and the other for myself. And before you lecture me, I'm going to last 4 years, 10 at best. So why wouldn't I plan for this? Dad may have been nuts, but he did find a way to live longer. I mean look at you."

Michael's eyes glinted a moment with a small grimace to his face, "Jordan, I live alone after watching our siblings and Dad die. I don't even have a real life. I have to use a sound disk so no one sees me as Dad. Tell me how living longer is great? Isn't there a treatment for what you have? There has to be another way."

"For him, no. He's like this now. A dog… For me, well yeah. Treatment that weakens the immune system and opens me up for more. I'm out of back up plans. I know how Dad fixed you and someone else in his notes. I can do it. I'm just as good an engineer, better even," I say with a small amount of pride, "I'm glad to meet someone in our family, but I'm not gonna make it. That nosebleed is a good day for me. Tell me what I'm supposed to do… I don't wanna die yet."

Michael's glare seems to fade to pity or something lower, "Jordan, I'm sorry. I didn't know. But why is this the plan? I just told you what I go through. Why would you do this to yourself on purpose?"

Standing up, I use the table to steady myself, "Help me out to the barn and I'll show you. You haven't been able to get in there. Not with the security I set up. So let me show you why."

His gaze still shows pity, but he moves over to take one of my arms to help me walk. We walk out to the barn, Pause taking the lead.

Pause places a paw on the pad as it opens up. He barks at something inside several times until the lab shudders and settles in a rough shake of the ground. Once it's done, Pause looks back at us, "It's disarmed…. Still think this is a bad idea."

Michael helps me to the barn, stopping just inside, "What is this? Those blueprints of Elizabeth's animatronic are altered and… What is going on in here?"

"Set me in that chair and let the door shut," I tell him, watching his expression change to shock for once. When he helps me to the chair, I trigger the door shut and finally feel like I have the upper hand. With the security animatronic in here, I know I'm safe I think. I open a file on one of the four monitors on the large desk, "Here. The medical report. And the idea of collecting remnant from children that are dying naturally without harvesting personality or soul. I figured this out and hung around hospitals as a volunteer. It works. He's evidence of that."

Pause sits on the other side of me somewhat proud, "Yep. Woke up here and now I have my best friend back." He's trying to mock Michael, which isn't smart either. Michael could take him.

Michael ignores the comment and looks over all the notes with a slight change from curious to frustrated to solemn. He leans on the desk with a look at me, "Okay. You get your happy ending, and your illness is gone along with any other problem. What then?"

"Make Fazbear Entertainment a company that helps families and hospitals keep up morale, administer treatments to children. The applications of teaching for special needs was an idea I got later on. Money is their goal, but the moment I'm okay is the moment I help people for real. All I wanna do is help others and this may sound crazy but this is a way to do it," I tell Michael with a small hopeful smile, "I can maybe even rebuild the family name into something positive. That's the goal. I know it sounds optimistic, but I have plans to ensure this all works. No one getting hurt by anyone. Promise."

He seems lost in thought for a moment and looks at Pause, "Think you can tolerate me being around? We can be friends if you let me."

Pause stops, jaw dropped. I step in, "Wait, you wanna stay and help?"

"I did pick up a thing or two from Dad, and you're the last family I have. If the goal is to help people once you get well again, then I'm in. It'll give me something to do for now. Think you can tolerate an older brother in the house?" he asks me to try to be jovial for a moment.

Standing in a rush, I just hug him, "Thank you, Michael! I knew you'd get it. Oh sorry…" I back up with a small smile.

He pats my head with a small smile of his own, "Yeah. I get it. Just get some sleep for now. I'll go back to my place in the meantime. If you want, I can bring you breakfast takeout tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow? Oh no… The director is coming. And the secretary. She'll be here tonight. Crap. Pause stay here. I'll go check if she's here. Both of you stay here. Levy, this is

Michael my brother. He's not an enemy. Don't hurt him," I call out as I run out of the slowly opening door. I kick it closed quickly and run up front to see her pull in just in time, "Hey, I'm right here."

The silver 4 door sedan parks behind my truck. Thin framed in a black suit with dark brown hair in a long ponytail, she hefts a large box from her car, "Hi Ms. Afton. I'm Ms. Veil."

"Jordan, please. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other a lot. So Jordan," I say to her smiling, "And you?"

She smiles at me, setting the box on the roof of her car. Holding a hand out, she seems friendly but I can tell she's nervous, "Alexis. Can I get a hand with this? There's a second box."

I move over and pick up the second box and help her to the house. I open the door with a foot. I motion her into the kitchen and set the box I had on the table. She set hers beside it with a small half chuckle, "Thanks. These weighed a ton. A lot of paperwork. Good luck with all this. Oh sorry…"

"No, it's fine. I didn't know my father. Someone gave me the impression that I might be better off. You wanna go out for coffee sometime? I kinda need someone to explain some stuff to me, and I could use another girl's opinion on some good dress clothes like yours," I joke a bit to my black dress jacket, purple hoodie, jeans and knee-high black boots, "I'm a bit at a loss."

She seems to giggle a bit and nod, "Sure. I'm free next Monday. Does that sound good? Oh here." She pulls out a card and hands it to me, "This has my personal number. Text me and I'll get you a time next week. And Jordan… I appreciate you being so much nicer than they say you are."

A chuckle comes from me, "Sure. I mean girls gotta have friends, right?"

"Right… I'm going home to pass out. Oh and Mr. Fitzgerald said he'll meet you here at lunch time. Some warning, he's fishing for something negative. Watch what you say," Alexis puts a hand on my arm and smiles, "I'll see about keeping you informed about other stuff. Promise. Be safe okay?"

I nod to her with a smile, showing her out to her car, "I will. I'll keep you updated too."

She thanks me and gets in her car far more at ease than the time before on the phone. I turn around after I know she's left and see Michael on the porch with a slight chuckle, "You're just like him. Guess the apple didn't fall far, huh?"

Can't tell whether he's joking or not joking. Hard to tell. Keeping an eye on him, I think of a question to ask later. Thinking over his previous offer, I pipe up, "You said you'd come by for breakfast. Is it okay if I pick your br- ask a few questions about the family history? There's a lot I couldn't find out through normal sources."

"Yeah. I'll leave you for the night then. Get some rest. I'll be here around 8 I guess," he says and leads me down the stairs, leaving Pause on the porch, "I'll tell you what I know from then. Some stuff is hazy, but I'll tell you what I can."

Nodding, I look back at Pause with a moment of hesitation and nod, "Okay. Thanks for this, Michael. I know I'm a stranger, but I want to know it all. I'm still an Afton, and I need to know what I'm walking into with the board."

He gives a bit of a cold laugh, "The board is rough, trust me. But you're clever. I know you can think your way out of any situation. I'm heading out. See you in the morning. Get some rest, you look pale."

I watch him leave and smile a bit. I move up the porch steps to Pause, "Told you it's fine and you shouldn't antagonize him. You'll lose. Levy can't even take Michael… But he means to help."

"Something is off. Like he was at the meeting or something or maybe even further involved…" Pause says to me.

Anger hiding under the surface is hard to hide when I'm dizzy, "You're reading too far into this. His words line up with what I know so far. He was saving those kids. Dad's notes cut off years before the fire though. Maybe he can tell me more… after some sleep." Pause helps me stay on my feet to my room, allowing me to just be left alone afterwards. Laying in bed, I stare at the ceiling and think it over.

He knew a lot. Was he there using a sound disk? Or was someone else spying for him? Maybe that secretary… Doubt it. I'll have to make a list. I'll get to… the bottom… of this… My mind drifts off to sleep.