Disclaimer: I do not own The Return to Freddy's Series, nor do I own the characters. This story is made purely out of fun and enjoyment of the game.

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Markus woke up in a cold sweat. His grey tee-shirt was drenched, along with his short hair. It was quite the uncomfortable feeling for him. He ran his hand through his hair and trudged out of his truck, bringing his camera and food along with him. The rain had finally stopped, leaving the ground and Markus' truck soaked, along with fence that separated Fazbear from the rest of the world. The only way in was over the fence, as the lock was rusted on solid.

Markus began to climb, his fingers rapping around the steel chain-link fence, holding on so he wouldn't slip and fall onto the solid ground behind him. After about a full minute of climbing, he jumped down the other side of the fence, locking his car with his keys and sliding them into his pocket. The area around him was still dark, the only lights being a few lamppost scattered around the front of the building.

The door was made of what seemed like ancient oak wood. Markus barely pushed the door open. Anymore force and it might have crumbled from his strength. The door made the loudest creaking noise Markus had ever heard, and the sound resonated off the walls of the buildings insides, leaving what seemed like an eerie moan floating throughout the building. He slowly steeped in, and closed the door and shut it tight, trying to keep the building warm as possible, due to the fact that the heat would most likely not be working anymore. He pulled out his flashlight that was buried in his bag, mostly covered by sandwiches, plus a camera for the best shots he could get for the case of Fazbear's.

The hallway leading into the building was at least a few decades old, most of the posters had a twentieth-century feel to them, at least that's what Markus guessed from the posters that weren't entirely peeled off. The ones that were intact, were mostly advertisements for new animatronics, including "Come play with Koly!", and "Come and see the real Frank Burt!"

Frank Burt

That was the name of the animatronic that looked at him. The one with the orange hair. Its entire body was….human-like. Its suit was an old shade of Blue, as if it had been damaged before. A few wires were even exposed, and his jaw was loosely hanging on to the top of his mouth. It looked like it couldn't even close. Markus pulled out his camera, snapping a few pictures of the posters, some with flash on, some without. He continued past the front doors and into the main party area. Needless to say, it was disturbing.

There were stray posters along the ground, some covered in possibly blood, years old. The party tables had a few party hats still on them, but most were either on the ground or torn up, their cheap strings snapped off the colored piece of ancient paper. There was a head of some cat animatronic, a hat much like Freddy Fazbear's, and the fur of it was pink. The eye sockets were empty, the lower jaw missing entirely, leaving a somewhat disturbing decoration on the ground. To the right there was an upper half of….Foxy? The torso was missing, along with everything else below it. The upper half was missing its arms, but the head hat is ears, jaw, and all. The teeth were chipped in random locations, along with a few teeth flat out missing. After spending a few minutes of snapping pictures of the abomination of a scene, Markus walked toward the main stage.

There wasn't much wrong with the way there, a few deactivated arcade machines. The screens were black, no pictures or words burnt into them. The power was oddly functioning fine in the building, however not a single gaming device was working. There was a few more decorations of animatronic heads and bodies, but nothing Markus hadn't taken a picture of. He started to walk towards the main stage, scanning the ground beneath him for anything important. However, there was only one thing he noticed.

The animatronics were gone.

This was impossible! The building obviously wasn't cleaned out, and nobody hired a construction crew to remove the animatronics. It may have been that the animatronics were destroyed. Possibly stolen. But why would anybody want a gigantic bear in their house? Markus shook his head and continued looking around, noticing nothing of interest, other than for a door to the side of the stage that read in bright yellow: "DO NOT ENTER. STAFF MEMBERS ONLY."

Markus wasn't going to let that stop him. He pushed the door open, pulling his flashlight out and putting the camera away. The doorway was empty, save for a staircase heading downwards. As he started to take a few steps down, he retracted his leg quickly, hearing the metal moan beneath his weight. He took much lighter steps, not staying on an individual step for too much time. After about what seemed like ten minutes of descending, the stairs ended. The floor turned wet, damp almost. The metal stairs were replaced with brownish-bricks, almost forming what seemed like a dungeon. But it was so dark that Markus' light only pierced a small part of the total darkness that surrounded him. The room was quite large, with boilers and pipes all around him, along with a few piles of crates. The only thing that caught his eye was a cassette player, sitting directly in front of him. It seemed like somebody had dropped, or even placed it there. He pick it up and noticed that there was a cassette inside it already. He opened the player up and looked at the tape. There was a date on it. 11/14, then a smudged number Markus couldn't decipher. He pressed the play button, and the tape began. It was a young man talking, or maybe a teenager. Markus couldn't tell.

"The bully showed up again. He started talking to her, trying to keep her away from me. It wasn't hard to tell she wasn't interested, but she was too nice to not listen to his pointless rambling. Then he started pointing at me, yelling stuff to the other kids in the place. They started point and laughing. I don't know what they were even laughing about, but it was all directed at me. I started crying, causing some of them to laugh even harder. She tried to comfort me, but it was no use. Her mom took her away, trying to keep her out of the drama. Then dad came over, he hugged me and said that it would be okay. He and the girl are the only people that care about me. My friends are all at home. They don't judge me. They sit there on my shelf, listening or come off the shelf and comfort me. They are plush, they are embracing. They are my only real friends."

The tape cut off there. During it, Markus almost felt bad for that kid, knew how it felt to have everyone hate you, and only have a small circle of people that cared to listen.

A loud crash came from the north of the player's original location. Markus stumbled back against a wall, juggling the flashlight and the cassette, shining the light ahead of him, but all that lay ahead of him was darkness and more bricks.

He finally stood up again, slowly walking forward, his flashlight scanning the entire room with its blinding power. He found a barrel that was knocked over, probably due to rats. Markus started walking around and found another door, leading to a smaller room. In the room there were even more crates, along with a perfectly intact poster of….a yellow Freddy? It was some animatronic that he didn't recognize. The poster, however, was vandalized.

It was covered in red writing, like a bold marker. It had the same word all over it.

"Guilty"

It was like somebody was letting out their insanity onto a poster. The word was scribbled on like a child's drawing, and that seemed to make it somewhat more disturbing.

Directly in front of him was a cell door, shiny metal bars, not even the slightest bit dirty. Markus tried to push it open, but it was locked. He tried kicking it wirh all his strength, get it to open.

The sound of metal hitting the ground sounded behind him.

He ran over to the second staircase, his light shining directly on a key. He was overfilled with joy, and was walking over to the door before he yelped and fell on his behind.

There was an animatronic. A fox, with a gigantic hook for a hand and a savage set of teeth.

Hey guys! Skullz here, just to say thank you for being so patient for this next chapter. It was severely delayed due to school, writer's block, and stress. I promise the next chapter will come MUCH sooner!