October had settled in Hurricane, autumn settling with it. This was admittingly Michael's favorite month of the year. Because if he slipped up in his disguise, people didn't really freak out! They often congratulated him on his "awesome makeup" and how "dedicated" he was. Henry just didn't get the amusement he got out of it.

On this October evening, the Afton brothers were spending it by watching cheesy Halloween movies in the living room. Cassidy was sitting on the floor, surrounded by his plushies. Sometime after his firing, Michael had snuck back to the Afton residence. He had no idea what was happening with the house but it had been left as it was, making grabbing what he wanted an easy task. Henry had even sewn Foxy's head back on and made him a little bandana, to hide what damage there was. Cassidy loved it.

Michael himself was lounging on the couch listening to the commercials. It was really nice to just lay back and relax.

"Tonight on Hurricane News 9, harmless horror or a tasteless ploy? Tonight, we're investigating "Fazbear's Frights" a little horror attraction located in Price," both brothers shot up, suddenly at attention, "This small horror attraction is dedicated to delving into the mysteries and tragedies surrounding the franchise while also delivering some scares! Tune in at ten tonight, only here at Hurricane News 9."

There was a long pause between the two before Cassidy said, "That can't be good."

Michael shook his head as he sat up, "Never is."

Ten rolled around and the boys had rounded up Henry into the living room, all watching with equal parts anxiety and curiosity. The news anchor once again came on, her eyebrow raised as she spoke, "Harmless horror or tasteless ploy? Rhonda Cruz here at Hurricane News 9 with a special report about Fazbear's Fright, a little horror attraction dedicated to our very own Freddy Fazbear's up in Price. On scene is our very own Tom Rowan with the owner. Tom, how are you?"

The camera switched to a blonde man in a suit sitting with a man with a gaudy, out-of-season Hawaiian shirt. The attraction behind them looked the part; a rundown pizzeria with cracked, dusty windows and chipping paint. The sign above it proclaimed it as "Fazbear's Frights" complete with a cartoony Freddy with a hat and long claws, evoking Freddy Krueger. Tom grinned at the camera, "Doing great, Rhonda! Here I'm with Logan Hall, owner of the attraction! How are you, Logan?" he asked, holding his mic over.

Logan just about snatched the mic, flashing a hand sign at the camera, "Hey dudes! I'm doing great! Glad to show off my Fazbear's Fright!"

Tom daintily took the mic back, looking like he was trying very hard to not be annoyed. Instead, he chuckled, "So tell me Logan, what inspired you to create this?"

"You see, I actually lived a few towns away from Hurricane! My ma used to take me to the actual restaurant as a treat and I just loved it. Of course, we stopped going and eventually moved when there was the whole missing children incident. But, dude, I've always been fascinated by everything about the place! I mean, no one really knows what happened!

I like to collect the old merchandise and all too! My lil' cousin, she's fascinated by it too, likes to help me find new pieces. Anyway, I had all this stuff and figured, hey, why don't I do something with it! That's how you get this place, a place where I can share the fascination!" he explained, gesturing wildly as he did.

Michael grumbled, "Sounds like a right prick," though his companions didn't say anything of it.

"Could we go in, take a peek?" Tom asked.

"Sure dude!" and like that, Logan ushered him in.

Inside it didn't look much like a pizzeria or really any kind of establishment. Rather it looked like a maze of hallways and rooms. Old, yellowed papers plastered the walls, children's scribbles scrawled upon them. Star decorations, cobwebs and wires criss-crossed the ceilings. They passed a stack of presents, Chica's hollowed out head sitting beside. The whole place was lit in sickly, green lighting, casting weird, distorted shadows. Logan stopped by a couple arcade machines, "Most of the stuff in here is totally authentic! You have no idea how much cash I've sunk into this place! Of course, some of these things are replicas! Take these arcade machines for example," he slapped the side of one, its label faux faded, "I'd totally love to get my hands on a Fazbear Entertainment original."

"That is if there are any working ones, huh?"

"Oh, totally. But I'd still take a bunch of junk ones just as display pieces. Lemme show you guys the office!"

They continued on until the hall opened up into a dim office. They stopped by a box of various props and parts, the Toys' masks set on top. Tom asked, "So this is the night guard's office?"

Logan whirled on his heel, shooting him double finger guns, "Bingo! Our whole idea is the night guard is like, part of the attraction. He sits in here, keeping an eye on everyone and making sure no one's up to anything! He's also got a sound thing where he can play sounds in specific rooms to spook people. My pipe dream is we get our hands on an animatronic and he moves em' around the attraction somehow."

"An animatronic?" Tom asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yep! I'd love to get a genuine model but most seem to have been scrapped," he paused to pick up Mangle's mask from the box, "or out in storage somewhere. But!"

He grinned and held up one finger, "I've got a few more avenues I'm heading out in the next few days to check out! So hopefully we don't have to put a guy in a suit or something!"

Tom chuckled, "Best of luck. We need to wrap up so tell the good people of Hurricane where Fazbear's Fright is!"

Logan snatched the mic again, eyes glittering, "Find Fazbear's Fright at the end of Woodland Road here in Price, Utah! We're going to have our big opening on the 13th of October so come on by!"

Right as the broadcast switched back to the news room, Michael jumped to his feet and cried, "What a sham, fucking tasteless!"

Henry took his arm, "Now, now, don't get yourself worked up son."

"He's not wrong," Cassidy piped up but seeing Henry eye him, he added, "...but it's not worth getting worked up over."

Michael grumbled, sitting back down and crossing his arms. Cassidy floated onto the couch beside him then asked, "What should we do about that? I don't think the other children ever moved on so it is a place to look."

Henry sighed, "Reckon I should go look at that case then."

Michael perked up from his grumpiness, "You?"

"Well, you did that job at Fazbear's. It's only right I go look into this place rather than have you go."

Michael frowned, "It could be dangerous…"

"Might be, might not. I knew the Fazbear's job was dangerous and still let you do it," seeing Michael not convinced, he added, "Listen. I'm just going to go over, poke around a bit, see if I can even talk to the guy in charge. Piece of cake."

Michael didn't look convinced. Cassidy laid his hand on his arm, "Uncle Henry is more experienced when it comes to the animatronics anyways, if there's one."

"I guess I just worry," he sighed, running his fingers through his hair.

Henry stood with a deep sigh, "Son, just because you went and died once doesn't mean you get to go out and try to again. I will handle this."

Michael scowled in such a way that it made him think of Will, scowling when he didn't get his way. He shuddered, shaking the image off. Instead, he continued, "I'll leave tomorrow since it'll take me a couple hours to get there. Not to mention to get situated in a hotel."

Michael made himself not frown at the revelation, "That's soon."

"Better sooner than later."

The trio bid their good nights and Henry went upstairs, leaving both brothers by themselves. Michael watched him go and, once sure he was out of earshot, admitted, "I have a nagging feeling about this and I don't know if it's just me or not."

"I'm sure he'll be safe," Cassidy soothed, "I don't think many, if any, of the old animatronics are really around anymore. And even if there is, Uncle Henry is the man to deal with it."

"What about the spirits?"

Cassidy frowned but continued, "They linger but that would be the place to find them, close to what's left of their vessels. And with their vessels in shambles, they can't do much but maybe be scary."

Michael nodded, seemingly set firm in his anxiety, "Alright, I hope it's just me. Maybe I am just worrying about nothing."

"I'm sure Uncle Henry knows you do it because you care."

Michael nodded and picked up the remote, flicking the remote over to the late night showing of The Immortal and the Restless. The fact the show was still on was a miracle on par with his own resurrection. Just like that, the conversation was over.

Cassidy settled beside him. Now that his brother expressed worry, it nagged at him as well. The animatronics must have either all been scrapped or sold off. He doubted they could get a hold of Ennard though it was a possibility. The trio had wanted to keep an eye on him using the tracker in the secret basement but it turned out the thing was deteriorating in the years without constant maintenance.

Of course, there was another option...

He scowled to himself and brushed the thought away, instead watching Mike's show, trying to get more invested in the drama than his own concerns.

Morning came and with it, Henry's departure. He was intent on getting there as soon as possible and getting back just as fast. Him and Michael stood at the door as he checked his luggage. He turned back to him, "Alright, I'll see you soon, son."

Michael took his calloused, rough hands in his own spindly ones, "Uncle Henry...be safe."

Henry smiled, almost sadly, but ruffled his hair, "I'll be safe. Just a tasteless horror attraction. What's the worse I can find?"

"Knock on wood."

He sighed and knocked on the door, "I'll call if I hear anything and you call me if you hear anything, deal? Do yourself a favor and go rent a movie or something with your boyfriend to get your mind off of it."

Michael puffed up his cheeks, "Alright, I get the message. See you soon?"

"See you soon, Mike.

He lingered at the door, watching him put his luggage in the car, get in, wave, then drive away. Only once out of sight did he return inside. Maybe he should call Jeremy, just to have something else for his mind to run circles around.

The drive up to Price thankfully was uneventful. It allowed Henry to chew on the possibilities of what he was walking into.

One, it was a harmless horror attraction with maybe just some hokey scares. Two, the souls might remain there and he'd have to figure out how to free them. Three...perhaps, if they find an animatronic, the animatronic would be sweet Charlotte.

And four, the animatronic was not Charlie but something else. But he was wracking his brains as to what it could be. Oh well, best to keep an open mind. You got surprised less that way.

It was late in the day when he arrived. He decided against seeing the place until the next day, instead checking into a little motel at the end of town. Somewhat shady but overall cozy. Once inside his room, he set his stuff down and sat at the end of the bed with his fingers laced together. With a sigh, he set about getting settled, somewhat antsy about the next day.

The ride the next day over was quiet. As he pulled in, he internally remarked the place looked more rundown in the daylight. The paint was obviously done poorly, the windows were dustier in the day and the place was sat squat in the middle of the festival grounds, looking out of place. Whether it was an aesthetic choice or a testament to the building's quality, he was unsure. A pair stood in the front with a van; Logan and a younger girl with bright clothes and green streaks in her hair. Both perked up as he parked and stepped out.

Logan approached and called, "Hey, dude! Place isn't open yet!"

Henry gave a wave in return, "Is it? I saw the broadcast and got curious, is all," he paused, looking up the sign of the leering Freddy, "Nostalgic too."

"Really, you're from Hurricane? Sweet!" Logan's eyes lit up in excitement.

Henry nodded, seeing the girl was giving him a scrutinizing look. He shook off his unease and returned his attention to Logan, "I used to take my daughter to Freddy's actually so I remember it rather well."

"Bet your daughter would think my lil place is cool!"

The ensuing awkward silence and how Henry's face fell immediately told him he had said something wrong. "Oh shit, sorr—" he backpedaled.

Henry smoothly cut him off, "You wouldn't have known. Yes, my sweet Charlotte isn't with us anymore."

Logan wrung his hands, still guilty, "I'm so sorry, I had no idea."

The girl approached them with a smile, "Hey, I know who you are!" she pointed a finger at Henry.

He sputtered, "Excuse me?"

"You're Henry Emily, I've seen pictures of you!"

Logan whirled on her, "Ness, that's so rude!" he paused and asked, "Er...are you Mr. Emily?"

Oh, he never had any silver tongue or was a good liar at all...not like William. So he slumped and sighed rather than try, "You've got me."

The change in the pair's demeanor was near instant. Both turned to face the other and practically squealed. He tried not to cringe. This felt...weird, awkward. He never thought anyone would get excited to see him and frankly, he wasn't sure how to feel. Logan turned back and asked conspiratorially, "Say...you aren't with the Faz are you?"

He raised his eyebrows, "The Faz?"

"Yeah, Fazbear Entertainment."

"Oh...no, no," he shook his head, "I haven't in a while. I thought they went and died out after their last restaurant went under."

"Nope," Ness chirped, "They do toys and merchandise nowadays! There's a couple games floating around but I don't think those are official…" she trailed off.

"News to me. I've been keeping to myself since...all that," he waved vaguely in the air.

All of a sudden, Ness gasped, "You should be our night guard!"

Before Henry could answer, as he was too surprised to, Logan turned to her, "Ness! I'm sure Mr. Emily is a very busy man!"

He looped an arm around the girl who squirmed to escape, giggling. He looked apologetically at him, "I'm sorry, Ness is really excitable."

He could only imagine Michael's reaction but Henry was seriously considering it. He needed a way to get in and look around and not look suspicious. That way he could see if the spirits lingered and investigate anything they may bring into the attraction. The last thing he needed was Logan to unleash something dangerous upon his unsuspecting attraction goers. "I admit I'm curious about your operation."

"Wait, you'll do it?" Logan's eyes just about lit up again.

He nodded, "Just for a couple days. When would you like me to come in?"

"Sweet...hmm, tonight? It would be best! Though I can't really give you a uniform...but yeah tonight! Because tomorrow we're bringing in something totally sick!"

"Wait, wait...something?" Henry asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yep," Ness grinned, "Logan says its "totally gnarly" but that its a surprise!"

"I will say I think it's something you'll be interested in seeing, Mr. Emily," Logan smiled in a way that made Henry feel he didn't want to know what it was at all.

He didn't say anything however about that, just nodded, "I guess I'll have to stick around then."

Logan continued to ramble that there was a landline in the office (totally vintage) and that he'd leave a message that night walking him through. He handed him a key he took and it was agreed he would come in at midnight. All the while, Henry only half-listened.

All the way back to the motel, the pervasive feeling that Michael was correct in his concerns dogged Henry. He couldn't think of many other things that were "totally gnarly" that Logan could be bringing into the attraction other than an animatronic.

Just as he promised, he came in that night. Inside, the lights were thankfully on but they didn't help much, casting long shadows. The whole place looked sickly and rundown inside. It didn't look exactly...up to code. Oh well, he internally thanked himself for grabbing a flashlight which he clicked on as he delved inside.

He passed the Chica head so he shone his light on it. A light had been affixed into one of its eyes as a makeshift lamp. Sadly, there was no way to tell the origin of this head. He went to move on, his flashlight passing over a stack of presents then a mask on the wall. He bit back a cry and shone the flashlight on it, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. He had thought it was the Marionette's mask but sadly its colors were not right. The cheeks and lips were a faded blue while its tears were gray. It was a knockoff. He shoved his disappointment down and moved on.

Finally, after passing multiple props and the arcade machines, he made it to the office. He stood on the threshold taking it in. At least it was big. Beside the door was a box of animatronic parts, the most recognizable being the face plates of the Toys. These were authentic, he could tell as he picked up Toy Bonnie's chipped mask. He set it back with a soft sigh.

A desk was shoved against the window that spanned the length of the office, a vent beside it. Why it was there was beyond him. An old desk fan, bobble heads of the Classics, a landline and a clunky monitor with a tablet sat on it. Sitting beside the chair was a weird contraption; a screen with a large button set in front of it. This was going to be real fun to figure out, he thought sarcastically.

He sat on the chair, ignoring the protesting whine it gave and pressed the voicemail machine.

"Hey-hey, Mr. Emily, glad you showed up! Now, it won't be very interesting tonight...I mean, unless someone robs the place...but that shouldn't happen! It'll be cool tomorrow though, I promise. Like I said, I found something big the other day and it should arrive by tomorrow! You'll wanna see it!"

Henry grimaced at that as he fiddled with the tablet. He supposed he'd just have to show up tomorrow to see it, for better or worse.

"Uh, anyway, since you're only here for a few days or so, I guess I don't need to tell you how the security job will actually work. Y'see, we're going to have one for the day, who's more of an actor. He looks over the place, plays some audio to spook people and y'know, general ambiance. We had this whole idea of rigging up the animatronic for him to control but eh, one step at a time, right? At least the poor sap won't have to wear a fursuit."

Henry anxiously tapped the desk as he went over all of Fazbear's animatronics in his head. Frankly, if any of them still functioned it would be a miracle. Or a curse, more like.

But...the animatronic could be the Marionette.

"Anyway, use this time to get all familiar with your equipment. You have a tablet where you can flick through the cameras and vent cameras. Touchscreen, should be easy to pick up. I think you can seal the vents too in case a raccoon or possum or something gets in. To your left should be the maintenance panel. Er, this place is kinda dodgy. I had to go cheap! Not to mention when we wanted to make the place vintage, we might have totally gone overboard! So uh, make sure nothing breaks or catches on fire. Anyway, if anything does break, you should be able to use the panel to reboot the system. Especially keep an eye on the ventilation, dude. The place is pretty spooky and if the vents are offline, you start to see some crazy things. Like, one of the guys helpin' me swore he saw some old busted Freddy limping around in the halls. Turns out the vents were on the fritz!"

Henry did not feel comforted in the slightest, especially since the hallucination was of Freddy.

"Anyway, that should be it! Have a quiet night and it'll be more exciting soon, I promise!"

The call went dead and he sighed deeply. He didn't want tomorrow to be exciting.

The rest of the night was quiet, allowing him ample time to experiment and figure out the tools at his disposal. With time, none of it seemed particularly daunting and he allowed himself some pride at that. Technology nowadays was difficult for him to get a hang of. He still had a landline even! Michael agreed that things only got more complicated and fancy as time went on but somehow had an easier time picking these things up.

Soon enough, it was six o' clock and he left the attraction, the world still cloaked in darkness. As he got in his truck, he let the information so far marinate in his brain. Logan was bringing in an animatronic that he'd most likely know about. Not a lot of his animatronics probably still functioned. He could only think of a handful of possibilities: the Classics, the Golden duo and the Marionette. He wasn't going to put money on either Fredbear or Spring Bonnie still functioning as each was over 40 years old at this point. The Classics could or couldn't be functioning, depending on Fazbear Entertainment's whims and if the props inside were genuine. And the Marionette? Well, she had always been a wild card.

Hopefully this trip wasn't fruitless at all.