Freddy Fazbear had only been in Banhammer's office once. And that was when he was instructed to find Bendy the Demon to bring a stop to a string of kidnappings. The circumstances around the meeting were extraordinary. Yet this meeting was even stranger. The first thing was Freddy Fazbear himself. He had departed from the dark brown fur suit and sported a shiny plastic orange covering with an electric blue lightning bolt pattern on his chest. Second, the person sitting opposite Freddy behind Banhammer's desk wasn't Banhammer. The person... No... The thing that was looking intently at Freddy wasn't a person. To put it simply, it was a decently sized-brick wall with a keyhole-shaped mouth and security cameras for eyes. But this thing's odd appearance wasn't the strangest thing of the day.
"Where's Banhammer?" asked Freddy. He didn't want to come off as hostile but his deep voice sometimes came off as menacing. The wall's camera lenses zoomed in slightly.
"Banhammer's on sick leave," said the wall, "That's what he told me anyway. But we both know that's a lie."
Freddy remained silent but gave a small smirk. The wall's mouth shifted to what looked like a grim smile.
"Over the months, you were subjected to multiple tests to observe whether you were fit for duty... And now... You have been deemed ready for your first major mission, eleven months after your recovery."
"Thank you Deputy Commissioner Password..."
"Oh don't thank me, thank the Commissioner."
More silence.
"I am sure you have heard and seen some things about what's happening since the gods of wholesomeness and toxicity disappeared off the face of the internet."
"You can't be honestly talking about Captain Eros' presidential campaign. That pipsqueak is a transphobic joke."
"Well, I can't argue with the transphobic bit. It doesn't match up with his opinion on how relationships work. But he is no joke now. His campaign is gaining a lot of support. Things are looking very concerning for the internet."
"As if things weren't already concerning," muttered Freddy, "But besides... What do you want me to do? Stroll up to his multimillion-dollar mansion and kindly ask him to stop running for president."
"I see your terrible sense of humor has survived your cancellation," said Password drily, "But if you are being sarcastic, you are most definitely right. Eros is too powerful to take down outright. We must sabotage his campaign if we are to maintain peace on the internet."
"But why did you pick me?" asked Freddy, "I wouldn't be good at this sort of stuff. And besides, wouldn't Eros be suspicious if the Justice Department send someone over to 'help' him?"
Password squinted at Freddy.
"Do you hear yourself talk Fazbear? You are the representative character of a franchise that thrives on sabotage. And besides, Eros isn't going to be the one you're 'helping'... The crowd you'll be hanging out with will be more like yourself."
Password pointed his cameras toward a manilla folder on the desk. Freddy picked up the folder and all that was inside were half a dozen photos of a train.
"Oh, you've gotta be shitting me... The Conductor? What's he gotta do with this?"
"Everything... The Conductor is a dangerous man who directs most of the overrated character trafficking. Eros is targeting the Conductor's less guarded facilities with his private task force. And he is milking the good press it brings him for what it's worth. And now most residents of the internet worship him. And in turn, the Conductor is escalating his operations to combat Eros which then brings out more confrontations between him and the Captain. And then that brings Eros even more good press. At the rate this gangland war is going, Eros is going to be nearly untouchable on the social ladder."
"So what exactly is my objective..." asked Freddy who was finally taking the situation seriously.
"It's simple..." said Password simply, "Infiltrate the Conductor's ranks and get him or Eros out of the picture. If the Conductor is dead, then the trafficking stops and Eros' campaign is deprived of the only thing that keeps him from absolute adoration to absolute hatred. If you somehow manage to get Eros physically involved in the fight and one of the Conductor's men kills him, our hands are clean while the campaign collapses."
"You've really thought this one through have you Password..." said Freddy, "I'm in."
"That's what I thought," replied Password.