Year: Unknown
Location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
Time: 12 am
"Of course it wasn't my fault, I was doing what was best for the company," said the old man. "They, they tried to shut me down, all for a simple accident. Not only them, but they were getting other people on their side. My company was going to be ruined! It wasn't my fault..."
Year: January 1987
Location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
"Tragedy has struck here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where two children were almost killed by a rogue animatronic. An employee known for working as the 'phone guy' was responsible for working on the said animatronics the night of the accident. He explains that, when the kids touched Freddy Fredbear, his sensors confused their arms for extra flooring, and proceeded to try and walk on them. The two victims in the incident, Fred and Roxy Stevenson, are now recovering in the local hospital. Their parents, Greg and Poppy Stevenson are planning on suing the company for the accident as soon as the children are well and back home. Mr. Fozz has denied answering questions, only stating that the Fredbear animatronic has been decommissioned from future use..."
Shutting off the television, Mr. Fozz looks to the shadowy figure sitting in the chair in front of him. "Now normally I wouldn't hire people like you, but today I'm making an exception. I need help, specifically with those people, the Stevenson family. They plan on suing me for every penny I've got. I want you to...persuade them otherwise, that is all. I don't care how you do it, just don't kill anybody."
Smiling, the mysterious figure says,"Don't worry, I already have something in mind Mr. Fozz, as long as I get my payment, you won't need to worry about a single thing."
"Good, and if you go down for this, I never knew about you," Fozz said sternly. "Now get out of my restaurant, I have a business to upkeep after all".
Getting up, the mysterious figure leaves through the door to Mr. Fozz's office, before going out of the restaurant entirely.
"What am I thinking? Getting people like him involved in my business, this is a mess. I should call him back, I know full-well what will happen if things go south with people in his line of business. No, it's done, and I can't look back no-"
Mr. Fozz stops, hearing three short knocks on his door, "Er, come in!"
"Mr. Fozz sir, there are people outside...well, you need to see this".
Getting out of the chair, Mr. Fozz went to the front entrance, only to see a small crowd of people, about twenty or more, gathered outside. But instead of waiting to come inside, they were shouting and holding picket signs. The signs all had different words on them, but they basically said the same thing, "Down with Freddy's Pizzeria". And at the head of it all was Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson themselves. However, it could easily been seen by Mr. Fozz that these people weren't loyal customers, they were only the friends of the victims sympathising for their children. But even knowing this he wasn't put at ease.
"This is bad, they may not be the customers we've come to know, but this small riot is driving away those customers! Look, phone guy, I need you to take care of this immediately."
"Yes sir, I can take care of this," said the employee walking outside to quell the shouts of these angry parents. Mr. Fozz decided to go back to his office again to be alone.
"The overreaction of these parents are going to drive away my business before they even get the chance to sue me. I hope that my new 'employee' puts his plan into effect soon."
But he didn't, not for months after this first riot. Sure, over time, the people left one by one, until only Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson were left. Even with their constant complaints and attempts at driving people away, the customers still came back in, and business was at its usual pace. It was at this time, the mysterious man made his move...
Year: June 1987
Location: Stevenson Residence
After a long time of waiting, Fred and Roxy were finally admitted out of the hospital and were allowed back home with their parents. Soon, the children were driven home and then tucked into their beds to rest and recover. At this time, Mr. and Mrs. Stevenson were downstairs talking.
"God, why did this have to happen to us. Our poor babies, I'm only happy I can see their faces again. I thought that, that..."
"Hush Poppy, they are ok. And don't worry, I will make sure Fozz loses every penny for this. Let's just rest now, it's been a long day, for all of us."
As this was going on downstairs, outside on the roof, the mysterious figure was looking at the children through a window. "Alright, time to get my money's worth". Silently opening the window, the figure slinked into the silent room, where the children slept quietly. He then took out some tape, and proceeded to tape the children to each other, wrapping the tape around them multiple times. Then, he applied the tape to each of their mouths so they may not make any noise. But at that moment, he heard the parents talking downstairs, and decided to listen in.
"Did you hear that noise Greg?"
"I did, I'm going to check on the kids."
Shit! My cover's blown, thought the mysterious man. Taking the children over his shoulder, he went back out through the window and sprinted to his vehicle, which was parked outside. Starting it up, he then drove the children away from the house, and towards Fazbear's Pizza.
Back at the house, Mr. Stevenson was just outside the children's room. "Roxy? Fred? Are you guys resting in you beds? You know the doctors said...no".
He then noticed the beds, which were both empty. Frantic, he went around the entire room, tearing the place apart to look for them, but to no avail. Because, unbeknownst to him, they were already miles away.
"Greg? What is it dear?" asked Poppy. She also came into the room, seeing only Greg in the center, weeping. "No, Greg please, tell me where our children are!"
At this, he silently pointed to the open window, the curtains billowing slowly in the wind. Then Poppy was soon on the ground with him, sobbing at the loss of her children. "No, no, no! Why? WHY!?"