Year: Unknown
Location: Freddy's Pizzeria
Time: 1 am
"Just have to survive, if Mike Schmidt could do it, so can I. This wouldn't be happening if that fucker didn't back out on the deal. I know, because ever since that day, nothing has been acting right. It was all his fault, not mine. Not mine..."
Year: June 1987
Location: Freddy's Pizzeria
"Alright Fozz, I got the brats just like you wanted. Are you sure we shouldn't have left a warning?"
"No, because then they would have reason to suspect it was us who took their children, and would even have evidence to prove their suspicions. I think they'll get the message, and stay the hell away from my business," said Mr. Fozz
"Ok, if you say so, so where do we put these brats? I'm this close from stabbing the fuckers if they kick me one more time."
"We have a secret room in the back, where we keep the animatronics. I'll show you, but quickly, the night shift is about to start, we don't want that new guy Fitzgerald seeing anything."
They made their way to the room where they keep the spare animatronic parts, and Fozz made his way to one of the heads hanging from the wall. Pulling down on a spare Bonnie head, a secret hatch opened from the floor, revealing a dark room. The man proceeded to toss the kids into the hatch, where Fozz immediately pushed the head back in place, closing the hatch.
"Alright, the job is done, now I want my payment, 10 grand, as we agreed."
Confused, Mr. Fozz said,"The job isn't done. Your part may be over, but until the kids are returned the job isn't over."
Angered by this turn of events, the man said, "Alright, fine, how long will it take to return these kids?"
"A year, no more no less. It's long enough for the parents to stop searching for the kids, and for us to be in the clear."
Replying in anger, "A year?! Goddamn it Fozz, this wasn't the deal. I get the kids, and you pay me for my...services, that was the deal."
"Now listen here, I said the job isn't done, and until it is done you aren't getting paid." Looking at his watch, "Shit, it's almost time for the night watch, look, you aren't getting paid yet and that's the end of it. Now I have some matters to attend to in my office before I go, and I expect you to be gone by the time Fitzgerald gets here. Since you aren't employed in my restaurant, we both know what happens if you get caught."
Mr. Fozz leaves the man alone with the spare parts while he goes to his office. Alone, the man starts talking to himself, "That son-of-a-bitch! I don't give a rat's ass who he is, no one backs out on a deal on me."
In his fuming rant, he pauses to look up, and sees a fully put together suit lying on the ground. Bending down to inspect it closer, he noticed only the costume was complete, with no endoskeleton, and barely any wires inside. He then got an idea, and smiled cruelly.
"And I am going to make sure, he regrets ever fucking with me."