"Hello Eustace!"
Grampa waved to the man running the hardware store as he passed on his early morning rounds. No time to eat donuts with Mr. Haddonfield.
"Hi Sergeant!" A little boy on a trike passed him in the street as he moseyed over to Daisy's to inspect the ice cream parlor for any violations.
As usual, his brother's restaurant passed well.
Counters clean, ice cream fresh, utensils sanitized.
Not a fly in sight, either.
"Good morning, Sergeant."Pastor Sanchéz said with a nod as Grampa wandered past. Pastor Sanchéz grabbed his mail and watched his daughter, Wolfie, finish her morning delivery by walking her bike into the garage.
It was good to see Wolfie moving around, Eustace thought, girls like that just aren meant to sit still.
She is lucky she has a good father like that.
He wished he could give that to his granddaughters.
Their father was a useless coward who couldn even be bothered to meet his own kids.
That son of a bitch better be glad to have never met Eustace.
As annoyed and angry he had been by getting Reggie dumped on the family and flipping Dollface's life upside-down, he wished he could've seen her grow up more.
And maybe disciplined her better than his dingbat of a daughter ever did.
From what Reggie was saying, she only ever saw her mother once a year- on Christmas for chrissake!
If Eustace could go back, he would've made sure Maymie lost custody completely.
She and her husband clearly weren't suited for raising two little girls right!
"Good morning, Mr. Cowatch."
Grampa had a funny feeling in his stomach as Mr. Afton greeted him by the door of Freddy's
He sniffed as his ears rang like he was by the river in the silent wintertime when it froze over and grated against itself
Grampa was led to the kitchen. The pans were dented and the security cam set up in the corner was missing. He put down a note in his funny little book and continued to be toured around. Grampa batted at a few flies.
"Here is the 'cove'" Mr. Afton announced in one room. No obvious smells here. A few flies, though, but overall, all clear.
"Did'ya take care of th'rats?" Eustace asked.
"Yes. The original owners warned us of them and we had a team find them. William said.
Eustace watched an unusually large brown rat with battered cars scurry by the back wall of the laser arena. Disgusted, he scribbled down his note and continued on his tour.
"And the back party room." Eustance sniffed, noting a very distinct smell of clean found so far nowhere else. He noted it.
"Prize corner."
Eustace poked with his pen at the blue and pink box, then turned to the prize counter and its contents. He swatted at a few flies.
"And parts and service, you look like a bit of a tool fan."
Eustace grunted at Afton's attempt to please. Then, he nearly gagged on an all too familiar smell, like when he had to clean out Jonestown on a hot day, but much more subtle and contained, mixed with a good dose of bleach and
machine oil. Several flies buzzed Open with
Afton "Everything all right?"
"Oh, yes, fine." Eustace choked, hoping to keep restrained and suspicion untraceable. He scribbled in his pad, wiping his eyes and shooting a fat fly. "This place only opens on weekends, right?"
"Yes, Mr. Cowacth." Afton said. granddaughter works here, thought you would know."
"Yes, just makin' sure for th'results. May I see th'animatronics?"
"Didn't know inspections went that deep.' Afton said, cocking his head. He was wearing too much aftershave and mixed with the years of pizza grease, bleach and quietly rotting food, Eustace could feel his stomach churn.
"I like bein' thorough. Never know what hidden contagions lurkin' 'round Eustace explained, supplementing with, once had entire
stomach churn.
"I like t'be thorough. Never know what hidden contagions lurkin' 'round here." Eustace explained, supplementing with, "I once had t'convince an entire school district t'put sneeze guards in their cafeterias 'cause of flu season."
"I would love to hear more stories, but I don't want to keep you waiting. Afton said, already leading Eustace to the main stage.
Eustace sniffed, then followed his nose via hidden stairs, ignoring Mr. Afton asking, practically pleading him to get off the stage of animatronics.
The bunny. He brushed off lint from its lavender fur with his sun worn hand. Something fell and crawled. Ew. He grimaced at the small pile of crawling rice falling in at his feet
Stepping over it, he grabbed the brown fur of the bear. Eustace ruffled the fur, grains of rice falling and clicking at his feet. He let out a disgusted grunt, and tried to continue.
The bunny He brushed off lint from its lavender fur with his sun worn hand. Something fell and crawled. Ew. He grimaced at the small pile of crawling rice falling in clicks at his feet.
Stepping over it, he grabbed the brown fur of the bear. Eustace ruffled the fur, finding no smell or offending vermin at his prodding.
He then advanced on the chicken. It reeked of old rat and stale pizza.
Something black and oily rolled from the eye socket, making his eyes water. It left a black trail on the yellow plush. If he wasn't trying not to vomit, he would've noticed a purple eye roll towards him in the chicken's dark socket in conscious awareness.
This would be reported immediately, no questions asked.
Eustace soon found himself outside, trying to remember his morning past foggy memories of
It reeked of old rat and stale pizza.
Something black and oily rolled from the eye socket, making his eyes water. It left a black trail on the yellow plush. If he wasn't trying not to vomit, he would've noticed a purple eye roll towards him in the chicken's dark socket in conscious awareness.
This would be reported immediately, no questions asked.
Eustace soon found himself outside, trying to remember his morning past foggy memories of rotting bodies in the jungle while he ate his morning donut with Haddonfield Hank.
The Health Department would soon send in an agent, but because of technicalities, Fazbear's stayed open, and the agent was never really seen again.
But his car was.
Somewhere in the eastern part of the Big City, completely stripped.