Hey, Engineer here with Chapter two of FNAF:BB Rebirth! I know the wait was far too long compared to the wait of some of the others that I've subjected you guys to before. Now without further ado chapter 2. P.S. Everything should be explained in time, but feel free to ask questions.

Chapter 2: Return

Mike stood in front of the aging kiddie restaurant, steeling himself. 'its all in the past mike, it won't happen again… besides… I need the money.' Mike looked to the beat up old motorcycle, lone wanderer emblazoned on the side of the coolant tank, albeit rusted and with a slight dent or two in it. He rubbed the cracked leather seat affectionately and cracked a slight smile his uncle had gifted him the old atomi-cycle on his 18th birthday after his uncle William had been told to get a more 'respectable car' he'd handed the keys to the bike to mike, smiling ruefully and saying: "get into some good trouble for me" and mike had done just that, but now that his uncle had gone missing and his aunt Sarah had left the house to him to find his uncle he had to straighten up otherwise he'd lose the last thing that tied him to his family.

"And… Well this place" He said, looking up at the neon sign belonging to the pizzeria. It was broken in a few places, but then again from what his aunt had told him, the man who'd bought it at the time was an optimist though in her opinion he was a fool too, and seemingly she'd been proven right. The restaurant had been closed for almost ten years after reopening and closing again not long after the incident with his brother with reports of the new animatronics the man had purchased smelling of rotting meat, and other fowl smells. Mike shook his head to clear his mind and steeled himself, before stepping forward and walking inside. The owner of the defunct restaurant, a self-proclaimed entrepreneur and owner of what was left of the Fazzbear entertainment group, A Mr. Thaddeus T. Fazzbear had asked Mike to meet here, though mike doubted that this Mr. Fazzbear knew the complex set of emotions and feelings he had tied to this place. 'Then again, I am the one asking for a job here.' He smiled ruefully at the thought.

Once inside his gaze was met with familiar and different sights, smells and sounds; each of which further clouded his mind with thoughts of the past. Both new and old animatronics stood in their respective spots, though to him it seemed almost hastily done so, as if they had been moving only moments prior. The tension in the air was almost palpable, like he was being appraised by the building and its animatronic residents. The silence was broken as mike shifted his weight, almost as if he'd been glued to the spot before that moment. Ignoring the tumultuous cavalcade of thought streaming through his mind he gripped the folder in hands, and stepped inside the old front office.

"Ah! Michael my boy! Good to see you made it fine; I feared you'd be scared off." Mr. Fazzbear stated, giving mike a once over before gesturing to the seat opposite his own and giving mike an unexpectedly firm and lively handshake. Mike nodded and returned the gesture before sitting across from the older man. His hair was a dirty blonde, though age had begun to show through, leaving it peppered with much darker blacks and by stark contrast, much brighter whites and grays. His face had a jovial shape to it, though not in the normal father Christmas pudgy way. His eyes were a dark brown much like the large animatronic bear outside the office that shared the older man's surname. His suit was well put together, though not intimidating like many other "business men of the world" as mike thought of them, but more of a fashion statement, mike realized it was not only the bright azure color but the almost mad hatter-esque cut to it, giving him an almost whimsical toymaker vibe that calmed mike slightly, it was certainly much more welcome than that of the feel in the main area he'd just passed through. He looked to Mr. Fazzbear, who smiled at him and nodded.

"Now Michael, I've looked through the application you gave to me and I noticed two things that I thought I'd focus in on before we begin proper." His fingers steepled as he began, looking at mike squarely, though not in a menacing fashion before continuing. "There seems to be a distinct lack of experience but on the other hand a surplus of degrees. An associates in law school, a masters in robotics, and up until recently you had been studying at the commonwealth institute of technology in applied atomics. I'm surprised that you were not scooped up by the likes of Big Mountain or RobCo. Perhaps even the military. So this brings me to my second point; why apply here when you have some much potential and opportunities elsewhere?" he asked, looking up from the papers on his desk back to mike who nodded, but even so had still tensed up when his extensive education had been brought up.

"Well Mr. Fazzbear, I guess the best way to answer your question is with another question. What do you want to be when you grow up?" Mike posed the question before sitting up straighter and continuing. "The simple answer is when the big names you mentioned came to my door they wanted to tell me what I should be when I grow up, not the other way around. So I told them it'd be better to look elsewhere. That's all sir, no more, no less. I'm not one for pushing papers, I do things with my hands, and ever since I was little I did so."

Mr. Fazzbear looked thoughtful for a few long moments before nodding and smiling. He stood and extended his hand again. Mike took it as Mr. Fazzbear spoke.

"Well Michael my boy, you've convinced this old dreamer that not only can you dream, but you dream big" Mike's head cocked to the side as Mr. Fazzbear led him out of the office. "You see, I too was much like you when I was as young, though definitely not as well educated." He chuckled and laughed. "so I took what little money I had left and created my own business, and from that business my castle grew, though little did I know on how tedious of sand pillars it had been built on until it was much too late, and they were swept away by a wind of which I think you are quite intimate with, no?" Mike nodded and his face hardened at the mention of what had happened to his brother on that fateful day, which felt like hit had been lifetimes ago.

"I am sorry lad, I never meant for any of that to happen, I swear to you." The older man said, taking mike surprise. He'd expected many things, animosity, indifference, to be certain, but never sorrow and regret. Mike pat his shoulder.

"I could really go for some pizza if that's alright with you Sir." Mike said, giving him a reassuring smile. It seemed to put Mr. Fazzbear at ease and he nodded, walking with him to the kitchen. Mike looked around, arching an eyebrow at the cleanliness of the kitchen compared to the rest of the establishment. His second brow rose to join the first when he saw an endearing grey cat step out of the freezer, shivering slightly as she held frozen dough for pizza. As mike looked at her Mr. Fazzbear rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling a bit.

"you'll have to forgive this old man a secret or two, not long after I had to shut down I began work on her, to take my mind off of things. Her name is Lara" The elder man said as he quickly shuffled past mike over to Lara, leaning towards her and after a moment she slumped over, dropping the dough, though it was quickly caught by mike, standing back up and grunting as his knees popped from his sudden movement to catch the food item in question.

"Did you shut it down?" Mike asked, setting the rescued food on the counter nearby, before wiping his hands. Mr. Fazzbear managed a strained smile and nodded.

"I assumed… I mean… Ahem" he cleared his throat and mike's brow furrowed before Mr. Fazzbear sighed, his stance taking a resigned quality, before continuing to speak, seeming to try and avoid any landmines in the proverbial minefield he was in.

"I felt as though it might upset you that I had planned on not only reopening the restaurant but expanding as well, and was worried that you would take it out on her. If anyone deserves your wrath it's me, not any of the animatronics, they are much like my family and I don't want to see them come to harm. In any way, shape or form. The last time it happened… well, let's just say he had to look elsewhere" The older man said in an uncharacteristic tone, causing mike to hold up his hands.

"Hey now, don't worry, I know that whatever happened was just a glitch in the system, nothing more and nothing less" He said, causing The older man to soften and nod once. "at any rate, I don't mind if they're on or off. It really doesn't matter to me either way" again, he was met with a nod from Mr. Fazzbear, though he swore he could hear him say something under his breath.

"Thank you Michael, it's not often that there's someone who understands as much as you" he said, reactivating Lara and setting her on the task of making the two men some pizza. As they spoke of the particulars of his job, such as function, resources, pay and other such things mike's gaze kept going back to the petite cat animatronic, and then would catch himself, causing Mr. Fazzbear to chuckle ever once and a while, while they spoke.

"Well Michael, do you have any other questions about your job here?" Mike began to shake his head but then stopped.

"I know for a short time you reopened the pizzeria, and there were reports of children missing, does that have anything to do with why the fox is out of order?" mike asked, wondering if David had not been the last to have a chunk taken out of him. Mr. Fazzbear laughed a bit and shook his head.

"No, though she did give the guard at the time quite a fright, and he went a bit over zealous with his flashlight, managed to knock her jaw loose, I just never got around to repairing her before the place was closed down again is all" he waved a hand and smiled as Lara pulled the pizza out of the oven, walking over to the large industrial fridge and pulled out two sodas on for each of them.

"Oh okay, I was worried. So what did happen with those kids then?" Mike asked the older man, eliciting a sigh from him before he began to speak.

"Those children… they were part of quite a few unfortunate events and bad decisions on my part. Trust me; it haunts me every day, to know that I indirectly caused all of it to happen." He paused before continuing to speak. In any case what happened in simple terms was this, I hired a man named Vincent, who at the time seemed to be a great candidate, he had just moved here, didn't know about events prior and seemed to be great with kids. Too little too late I realized how good with kids he was, and after doing terrible things to those poor children he stuffed them into the animatronics. Since then I sent them off to be cleaned and what not but on the day I planned to reopen I felt as though I shouldn't. to respect the children and all they'd been through. That on top of your brother's death I just couldn't do it" Mike nodded and took a sip of his drink before patting Mr. Fazzbear's shoulder.

"Sir, did they not tell you?" Mike asked a concerned look on his face.

"Who tell me what Michael?" Mr. Fazzbear asked taking a sip of his own, looking as though he wished he had something far stronger to drink in his hands at that moment. When mike waited for him to set down his drink he did so and peered at him.

"Come on then, spit it out man!" he said, trying to muster some of his positive attitude back. Mike nodded and steadied himself before looking at Mr. Fazzbear, thinking about his words carefully before he spoke.

"My brother, David, the one who was bitten by Fredbear, Survived the bite. He's alive."

Woo! What a chapter, eh? I know it's been a long time coming and I do apologize for that and hope it was worth the wait! I'm not going to even try and pretend I have a schedule for writing and just hope to at least get chapter three out before December and at the latest, before 2018. This year has been a hectic one for me to say the least, but I'm glad you guys still like my writing! Alright, make sure you leave me some feedback and all that good stuff, the more ideas I get the more I want to write and maybe even write a separate fan fiction based on suggestions/requests. Alright! See you guys in the next one, Engineer out!