Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Five Nights at Freddy's belongs to Scott Cawthon.

"Hello, my dear." -Golden Freddy/Rose Evens

"Hello? Hello?" -Phone Guy/Someone on the phone

'Dear Harry...' -Writing

"Hey there, Harry..." -Aya

The awkward silence stretched on as Mike stared at his daughter on the opposite side of the table. Finally, Faith reached up and flicked his ear which caused him to jump. "The fuck, Faith?!"

Snorting, the specter waved a hand around. "You were being too silent, Mikey. It's unnatural! Especially for you." All Mike did was scowl before he turned back to his daughter who was giving Faith an odd look. The specter rolled her eyes at the young woman. "I would say to take a picture, but cameras never seem to catch my good side and always shave a few hundred pounds."

Nonplussed, Michelle shook her head. "Right, ignoring Casper here..."

Her eyes wide, Faith gasped. "Ooo! Casper, like I have never heard that one before!" She then turned toward Mike. "That is so amazingly original, isn't it, Mikey?"

All Mike did was sigh and pinch his nose. "Right... Anyways... according to you, Fuckboys and the Fazfuck Gang were being controlled by some Nazi occult bullshit bitchass robot, henceforth referred to as 'Billy'. Billy had used a serial killer who worked here to kill a bunch of kids and then stuffed their bodies into Fuckboy and the others and thus caused them to become possessed. Then it forced them, agaiinst their will, to kill guards over and over again. That is, right up until this summer when this guy named Harry used some magic potion bullshit to boost his strength and proceeded to, along with Golden Fuckboy, who turned out to be his dead aunt, to tear apart Billy. That freed not only the animatronics, but also all the spirits of the dead guards who now follow him around like Faith does me. There is also a bunch of other animatronics also following him around... Is that pretty much it...?" At his daughter's nod, he sighed. "I got one question then..."

Before he could say anything, Faith spoke up. "Is this Aya specter hot?" That got her looks from both Mike and Michelle which caused her to stare back. "What?"

Shaking his head, Mike turned back to his daughter. "Is there anyway that I can meet this guy so that I can at least shake his hand? I'm assuming that he still remembers things if he has a ghost with him."

That caused Michelle to stare at him. "Wait, you know about the manager and them trying to wipe people's memories!? How!?"

A snort escaped Mike as he rolled his eyes. "His bitch of a sister tried it with me one time and probably thought that I forgot. Thing is, she didn't know about Faith here and she managed to prevent me from forgetting things."

Looking at the specter, Michelle frowned for a moment before she smiled. "Well... you'll be happy to know that the manager and his sister won't be doing that anymore... kind of hard with one buried six feet under and the other practically brain dead."

His eyes wide, Mike frowned a bit. "Wait, seriously?" At her nod, he chuckled. "I'll have to throw a party then... wait, if they're dead then who owns the place?"

Foxy grunted a bit. "Arr, that actually be Harry. We all be friends now and he wants to take care of Rose being as she's his aunt, arr."

Leaning back, Mike frowned a bit. "Great, now I want to meet him in order to shake his hand and congradulate him on destroying one of you fuckers and getting away with it and then punching him for buying the place."

For her part, Michelle rolled her eyes though she made a mental note to punch her father if he hurt Harry. "He's at school now actually, but I can still contact him if you want..."

Raising an eyebrow, Mike grunted some. "How and when? Unless you want to give me his phone number..." Despite her best efforts, Mike still caught the wince his daughter gave. "... What are you not telling me?"

As she rubbed her face, Michelle sighed. "Considering you know that Tony's sister wiped peoples' memories, I'm guessing that you know about magic..."

There was an unamused expression on Mike's face. "Yes, generally speaking those magic users are assholes. I remember nearly killing this bastard in a silver mask by smashing him in the face with a folding chair. Then this other guy showed up and shot red lights at me and him before trying to wipe my memories and leaving. Then there was that damn werewolf movie reject that attacked you when you were six."

Michelle blinked at that and looked up. "Wait, I was attacked when I was six by a werewolf?"

With a slight sneer, Faith shook her head. "It was on our last visit here on vacation. You were by some woods and it charged out at you and nearly got you if I had not stepped in. Let us just say that it won't ever hurt someone again... Then this guy showed up and complained about 'Muggles' and wiped your memories and tried to wipe Mikey's."

While she grimaced, Michelle nodded. "Sounds about right..." She then cleared her throat at the looks. "Had an encounter myself this summer and they were going to wipe my memories as well as Lisa's... But Harry stepped in and pulled a stunt that could have seen him in jail by stopping it."

Closing his eyes, Mike rubbed the sides of his head. "You mentioned he used potions so I know he's a magic user... Now, how the fuck did he stop them from wiping your memories and what do you mean by jail...?"

Uncomfortable, Michelle shifted a little bit in her seat. "He threw this invisibility cloak over the two of us after he got us out of sight having realized what would happen and then distracted the guy who was modifying people's memories. Erika was safe because her cousin is a witch so she's under some sort of list of people allowed to know. Neither me nor Lisa would be protected... But he distracted him enough that he didn't notice us. As for prison..." She took a deep breath. "According to Erika, if he got caught then best case would be him being kicked out of school, thrown into prison, and likely not being allowed to cast magic. Said prison is apparently right out of the worst parts of the Medieval period along with some kind of monster called a dementor. Which... Apparently eats peoples happiness and makes them relive their worst memories over and over. They also eat souls."

Silence descended onto the group before Faith broke it. "Well... That's rather bad to say the least. And fucked up as well."

Leaning back, Mike raised an eyebrow. "If that's a best case... What's the worst?"

Really shifting around, Michelle let out a sigh. "Worst case would be him going through all that and his own memories wiped with a good possibility being of him dying." Seeing the looks, she shook her head. "Erika told me this, and you know Erika, dad."

After a moment, Mike nodded. "Yeah, Erika wouldn't lie about that sort of shit." Then he waved a hand around. "Now I really want to meet the guy and talk with him."

For some odd reason, Michelle didn't like the knowing look that her dad gave her. "Yeah... Actually, we can talk with him tomorrow I guess." Reaching into her shirt pocket, Michelle pulled out a handheld mirror. "These can connect to other mirrors and we can talk with each other face to face. He just needs to be secretive about it even though I don't need to worry about anyone trying to wipe my memories anymore."

Now that caused Mike to raise an eyebrow. "Wait, why wouldn't you worry about that?" A moment later he blinked as Michelle pulled out a necklace with some kind of amulet at the end. "What the hell is that?"

There was a soft look on Michelle's face as she looked at it. "Something that Harry's mom worked on. It protects me from having my memories modified and lets me go places that normally I wouldn't be normally able to."

Faith leaned forward with a ghastly grin on her face. "Well now, a guy whose willing to risk his freedom and could have suffered greatly, as well as having his life in danger for you... Who also gives you expensive looking jewelry with magic to protect you. Nice catch, I approve."

Sputtering, Michelle went red in the face and so didn't notice Mike's eyebrow twitch as a vein throbbed in his forehead. "I-I-it's not like that! We're just friends! Why everyone keeps saying that we're more I have no clue!"

With her eyes glinting, Faith chuckled. "Oh? So everyone thinks it as well, hmm?"

Throwing her hands into the air, Michelle screamed. "We're just friends!"

As she nodded, Faith nudged a slowly reddening Mike. "Heh, and I'm only a little dead... Am I right, Mike? Eh? Eh?"

Groaning, Michelle put her head onto the table and banged her head on it.

Harry was eating his breakfast when he felt a tap on his shoulder and looked up to a see a slightly worried Hermione. "Something the matter?"

Looking around, she leaned in close to him. "Look at Umbridge..."

With a raised eyebrow, Harry did so and blinked at the sight of the woman. Her hair was all over the place and her bloodshot eyes kept searching the Great Hall as she tried to eat. It didn't help matters that her skin was going rather pale either. "Okay, so she's looking under the weather, and?"

As she shook her head, Hermione glanced at her books. "She's looking more then under the weather, Harry. She looks utterly sleep deprived."

Having been listening into their conversation, George glanced around and leaned in. "Worse then that I'm afraid, she's been freaking out in class as well. The other day, Fred was close to the Hospital Wing when he overheard her arguing with Pomfrey. Apparently she's been slugging back dreamless sleep potions near daily and Pomfrey was trying to limit what she could get to... Not that it helped any as she used the Minister's authority to override her."

While he snorted, Ron shook his head. "I heard that she showed up hungover to one class you know. Even Malfoy and the others have started to be wary around her."

Frowning, Harry shrugged. "None of my business."

That got him some odd looks as Hermione continued to chat with Ron. "Did you see the Aurors that came in the other day? "

Ron only nodded his head as inside Harry's mind he could hear Aya. 'Ah... before coming here it was so long since I last had a proper English breakfast... Mmm...'

Paying a half ear to the conversations around him, Harry chanced another look toward Umbridge to see her stabbing the plate hard enough to dent it. 'You're not going to get caught by those Aurors, have you?'

He could hear a laugh from his companion. 'Sorry, but that was pretty hilarious. No, they've just been trying to find someone alive in the room. When they tried it with trying to sense dark magic... well, she's lucky that they were allies of hers as it turned out she had a couple of dark magic items." Another groan came from her as Harry bit into some eggs. 'Oooh... that's the bloody good stuff right there...'

Rolling his eyes as he fought down a blush, Harry softly snorted. 'I'm still worried though, it only takes one to find you...'

Aya just snorted right back at him. 'Hardly. Especially since the last time they arrived and found nothing in her rooms they told her to bugger off and stop calling them... which means that we can start going after her elsewhere. I'm thinking when she's in the halls now during the day.' It was then that Harry could feel some concern. 'Just keep flying under the radar as you have been, Harry. If we're going to ramp it up then she's going to start lashing out soon enough and you're a prime target.'

With a slight nod, Harry swallowed. 'No worries about that. Though I am not looking forward to Snape's occlumency lessons tonight... I don't even know what we're supposed to do, but me and him being in the same room without anyone else...'

Not even a moment later, he could feel the concern wash over him before Aya spoke up. 'Well, the Black Mass can take care of Umbridge tonight... I'll be going with you to this Occlumency class. And if he hurts you, then he is going to pay...'

Having cast the Legilimancy spell, Snape looked around as he found himself in a room. It took him only a moment to recognize that it was the same office that he had seen in Tonks' memories that her and Harry had been in. The next thing he recognized was the tablet and looking at it, he raised an eyebrow mentally. Currently, the camera was focused on a mass of curtains with a sign saying "Out of Order". From a space inside the curtains, he could see a single red eye with a slit pupil looking out. "Hmm... a mindscape as well as a way to watch the connection. Interesting... perhaps Potter is not so useless after all."

The next thing he knew, a hand grabbed him by the shoulder and squeezed hard enough he could swear that he felt claws digging into his flesh. "Oh, trust me, Harry is far from useless..." Snape was then forcibly spun around and slammed into the desk. "And I am rather pissed at how you act towards him."

With his eyes widened, Snape stared at the being before him. It looked like a woman composed of pure shadow with tendrils that streamed from her. Except for the mouth and eyes. Her mouth was like that of a skull and in a rictus grin while her eyes were bloodshot and wide, as if they were about to fall out. "What in the name of-Urk!"

Before he could react, the woman moved and he found himself lifted off the ground as she began to choke him with one hand. "You know, I've been meaning to have a little chat with you..." Her nails dug into Snape's neck as he struggled."I'm just going to give you a friendly warning just in case you get the idiotic idea of trying to invade Harry's mind again, permission or not." The ghostly being squeezed even harder. "His mind is under my protection. I will keep that snake bastard out of his head as well as possible. You are not needed" She seemed to grow as her eyes glared into his. "NOW LEAVE!"

In the real world, Snape stumbled back as did Harry. If one was to look at the young wizard, they would notice that for a moment his eyes had switched to their possessed state. As he got up though, Snape's face reddened. "POTTER!"

Blinking, Harry shook it off. "Yes, Professor?"

Angered, Snape growled as he got up. "What in the name of Merlin was that!?" At Harry's confused look, he swore. "No matter, I will find out one way or the other! Legilimans!"

Once more he found himself in front of the strange being. Except now it had it's arms crossed over it's chest and seemed more bemused then anything. "My, aren't we the stubborn one?"

Taking a step forward, Snape growled. "I do not know what you are but-"

However, he was cut off as the being once more threw him against the wall. "I warned you before, this is now Strike two..." Pausing for a moment, she rubbed her chin in thought. "Strike two... that gives me an idea..." Chortling, she began to sing. "Take me out to the ball game... Take me out with the crowd..."

As he scrambled to his feet, Snape only had the time to see a baseball bat materialize in the being's hand. "Wha-"

Then the baseball bat impacted with his head and he was again thrown out of Harry's head...

Dumbledore only looked up as he heard the door to his office open. "Albus! I refuse to teach that brat anything more!"

Sighing, he looked up from his paperwork. "Severus, I know that you and Mister Potter do not..." He trailed off as he saw the state his professor was in. Mainly the slightly bleeding marks around his neck that looked like a handprint. Then there was the bruising along one side of his face. "Severus! What happened!?"

His potions' professor walked over and slammed his hands down onto the desk. "Potter has some kind of... guardian... in his mind! Whatever it is, it is powerful and flung me out with ease..." Reaching up, he rubbed his throat and winced at the throbbing in the side of his face. "I have never seen the like except for when one was possessed... but Potter is not showing any of the signs!"

There was a frown on Dumbledore's face as he leaned back. "Hmm... Like possession you say? Could it be Tom?"

As he shook his face, Snape slumped into a chair. "No, the Dark Lord would not use such... muggle means as this did to eject me from his mind." At the curious look, he explained. "When I entered Potter's mind, it took the form of that place he worked at. Where that fox was in that place, instead I could see the Dark Lord's eye behind the curtains with a camera on it. But then the being revealed itself and attacked..."

While he continued to explain, Dumbledore's frown deepened as his mind whirled in thought...

Harry had just laid back into bed when his mirror began to buzz. For a moment, he blinked before he grabbed it and tapped the mirror as he was told to and Michelle's face slowly filled the mirror. "Hey, Michelle..." It was then he saw the resigned expression on her face. "Something the matter?"

All she did was shake her head with a sigh. "I got someone here who wants to talk with you."

Before Harry could ask, the face of an older man filled the mirror and there was an angered expression. "You this guy Harry?" At Harry's confused nod, the man grunted. "Name's Mike Schmidt, I'm Michelle's father."

Now that made Harry sit up a bit. "Um, hello Sir..." He then furrowed his eyebrows a bit. "If you don't mind me asking... I thought that you were back in the States?"

Suddenly, Mike was shoved out of the way by Michelle. "That's my fault, Harry. Dear old daddy here kept harping on me to get out there and get a job for experience. I got annoyed and came to Freddy's and got hired for the guard position and sent him a letter with a picture of me here in it..."

Pinching his nose, Harry slowly nodded. "And so he freaked out and came all the way to England to 'Save' you from the animatronics. I take it that you told him everything then?"

However, she shook her head. "About Freddy's? Yeah, but it turns out that he knew about magic before now."

Chosing to ignore how Mike was trying to get back to the mirror as his daughter kept him away, Harry stared at her. "Wait, wait, wait... he knew about magic and wizards already? I thought that he was non-magical and there were no magicals in your family."

Out of view, Mike scoffed. "I knew because I've had encounters with those fuckhead wizards and witches before. Always trying to wipe my memories of stuff everytime I see them... Like that time that werewolf thing attacked Michelle and Faith killed it. They never succeeded though."

Confused, Harry glanced at Michelle. "Faith? Who's Faith... wait, didn't you say something about him talking to a ghost or something by that name that you never saw?"

A specter similar to Aya popped into view and waved at him. "Yo! I'm Faith, the specter who has the unfortunate duty of looking after this idiot over there." She ignored the shout from Mike as she gestured with her thumb in his direction. "I've been looking after Michelle since she was a little girl, so thanks for looking out for her from me." Humming, Faith looked around Harry. "So, I heard that you got a specter of your own... HEY!"

Mike chose exactly then to interrupt as he grabbed the mirror and glared at where Faith was. "You can flirt later." Turning back to the highly confused Harry, Mike snorted. "So I heard that you took the night guard job, managed to tame these guys, and then wrecked Billy's shit."

If anything, that only increased Harry's confusion. "Billy? Who's Billy?"

With a laugh, Mike shook his head. "That Marionette thing. It showed up at my window one day and got pissed off when I called it Billy and told it the story of that bitch ass robot, Billy."

Slowly becoming amused, Harry snorted. "Oh man, I wish that I could have seen it's face."

Then much to Harry's surprise, Mike nodded at him. "I like you kid. You managed to survive Fuckboys, and then protected my daughter from those fuckhead wizards who wanted to mess with her head." He then grimaced a bit. "I may not like the idea that you're going to continue it, not to mention your relationship with my daughter, but, eh, whatever." Suddenly, Mike's expression darkened some as Michelle could be heard groaning. "But if you hurt Michelle, I will put you through agony that you cannot possibly imagine."

Before the now highly confused Harry could say anything, Aya popped up beside him and leaned toward the mirror. "Who's this now?"

Just as Harry was about to say something, Faith popped into view on the other side of the mirror and gave Aya a once over. "Well... hello there, sexy. I see that you're on this plain because you're too perfect for Heaven and too Hot for Hell."

Facepalming, Mike shook his head. "Oh God... not this..."

Aya slowly blinked as she stared at the specter who winked at her. "... What?"

Once the conversation had ended and the mirror turned back to normal, there was silence for a few moments before Harry broke it. "That... was interesting. Confusing at times, but interesting... though why he was threatening me over Michelle, I don't know..."

The sound of snickers made him turn to Aya who waved him off. "It's nothing, Harry. Nothing at all..." Laying back against him, Aya's snickers became chuckles. "You know though... I will admit that I can't help but wonder if there's some way to get Faith here to Hogwarts."

Staring at her, Harry worked his jaw for a moment before he could say anything. "Why in the bloody hell would you want to do that now!?"

With a twinkle in her bloodshot eyes, Aya turned toward him and raised a finger. "Think about it for a moment... Hogwarts has a number of female ghosts here." As Harry's eyes widened at the realization of what she was getting at, Aya chortled. "Imagine Myrtle's reaction to being hit on... or, even better, it might be enough to get the Grey Lady to actually say something!"

His hand covering his eyes, Harry snorted a bit. "That would be both a disaster and an utterly hilarious event at the same time. Though I have to wonder if Myrtle would do anything about it or not..."

Remembering the times when she had tossed said ghost out of the bathroom when Myrtle had snuck in to spy on Harry in the shower, Aya's tone turned as dry as it could. "She just might actually."

As his arm held her in a friendly hug, Harry nodded. "Maybe."

Erika stared blankly at the sight before her for almost a minute before she reached up and pinched the bridge of her nose as if in pain. "I told you to go out and get a van that we could use to get tools and spare parts around... Why the fucking hell would you get a retired ambulance instead...?"

With a shrug, Davis shook his head. "It was pretty decently priced compared to the other stuff, especially with it's size. We'll be able to lug around more tools and spare parts. Heck, with some work we can set it up so we can work on an animatronic inside for field repairs." Then he jerked his thumb at Richard who grinned. "Better then what this bloody moron was going to have us buy."

As he gestured with his hands, Richard snorted. "What? Considering who we're working for, it would be pretty damn cool."

Feeling a headache come on, Erika let out a sigh. "Should I even ask?"

There was a sigh that escaped from Davis before he answered. "Richard wanted us to to go and buy a herse."

For a brief moment there was silence before Erika turned to one of the other unamused girls. "Lauren? If you could?" Said woman punched Richard in the arm and Erika nodded. "Thank you." Ignoring how Richard whined about it, Erika looked at the vehicle they bought. 'Nothing for it, I guess... Though I am going to ask Remus and Sirius if they can't run some kind of magical purification bullshit over it... Or whatever the hell they use to make sure something isn't haunted.'

While she shoved her hands into her jacket to keep them warm in the damp, chill autumn air, Steph popped a gum bubble. "Anyways, got some good news that you might like."

Relieved, Erika nodded as she tried to massage the side of her head. "Good news might be nice."

Having guessed the stress that her friend was under, Steph nodded. "We've bought that new auto garage we were looking at outside of Little Whining. Bit of a hard sell with the bank, but all we're waiting for now is the paperwork to go through the which shouldn't take more then a day or two."

That caused Erika to sigh in pure relief. "That's one big thing out of the way then. Lisa's taking care of all the business paperwork thankfully..." A shudder ran through her. "Ugh, and she is way to excited over that."

It was then that Lauren chuckled a bit. "Then you'll just love what I have to say. I was talking with some people and it turned out that there's a small haunted house set up here in Surrey in a mall that uses old Fazbear animatronics. Nothing big or complicated before you ask. Heck, they don't have free roam. But they've been having some issues with getting them serviced and are willing to give us a try. It's not much, but it'll get us out there. They also reuse them for Christmas Hols as well with some others. If we do good, we'll have a small contract for maybe a dozen."

Davis' eyebrows raised a bit in surprise. "That's actually rather nice."

However, Erika frowned a bit. "Any issues with them though?"

Snorting, Lauren just shook her head. "Besides age getting to the endoskeletons causing them to lock up? Nah. This product line is the '74 one that they bought off Fazbear's after they bought out FredBear's. Just holiday themed animatronics designed to be put away once the holidays were done. None of them were advanced, but it was mainly a gimmick to drum up attention after FredBear's closed."

Unknown to them, Erika was unsure in her head. 'I'll have to bring along Olive and maybe have Veronica nearby just to be certain. But if they don't have free roam, then likely they're normal. Still, wouldn't hurt to make sure.' Clearing her throat, Erika raised an eyebrow. "Any of note?"

Chuckling, Lauren shook her head. "Just a forty foot tall singing Christmas tree named 'Piney'. They were worried that they would need to scrap him as they've been having been some issues. But like I said, if we manage it, we'll get a contract for maintenance."

There were some stares from everyone there before Richard leaned away. "O-Kay... Right, sure then..."

Lauren only gave him a look. "Apparently he's a big draw during the Hols, okay? Kids love the guy."

All Erika did was shake her head. "Still, every little bit helps us I suppose..."

Wiping her brow, Lisa smiled a bit after having put down the box. "And there's the last one we need today." As she leaned back to stretch, Lisa smiled at Remus who put a box down nearby. "Thanks for helping, Remus, I really appreciate it."

A chuckle escaped from the werewolf as he shook his head. "I'm glad to help you however I can."

There was a grin on Lisa's face as she snorted. "Trust me, you've been a huge help. I would have needed to rent out a storage space and go back and forth between there and here for boxes and papers. Instead, you guys only enlarged the inside of a wardrobe and made it into an office of sorts. I mean... just look at it!"

Remus glanced around and besides the boxes there was a desk in one corner, a nice chair, and what looked like a battery operated muggle lamp. "Well, wasn't that hard." A frown then crossed his face as he looked at the dozen large boxes or so that they had gathered. "What are in these anyways? I thought that the majority of the paperwork was staying at Freddy's until it closes this December..."

Having shaken her head, Lisa walked over. "There's some paperwork actually. Mostly invoices and the like which I will be getting looked over just in case by accountants. Harry does want everything on the up and up for when he reopens after all. Then you got merchandise that was just put away which we might be able to reuse."

As he clapped his hands to shake off the dust, Remus hummed a bit. "You mean like those stuffed toys that Harry has?"

Lisa only shook her head. "More then that actually. There were actually a crate of the things believe it or not from the second location. Then you had the current toys. But there was other stuff as well." Walking over to a box, Lisa used a knife to cut the tape and open it. "You also had things like these coloring books."

Taking the offered book, Remus raised an eyebrow at the cover. "Captain Foxy's Undersea Adventure'?" The werewolf quickly flipped through it and snorted at the pictures of Foxy underwater due to a "Magic" amulet and meeting mermaids and the like. "Okay, this is kind of cute I guess..."

With a grin, Lisa shook her head. "And that's only one. There's at least one coloring book for each of the rest of the Fazbear Gang. Then you have the more deteriorated ones that were obviously for the Toys as well. But here's the thing... these were limited prints apparently to look at the concept. Tony never went for it because it would cost too much to print an initial run of them. Same with the beginner books for young children to use to learn how to read. We're trying to track down the original designers and such, but it's going to be hard as the business in question seems to have went under in the 80s."

Now thoughtful, Remus leaned against the "Wall" of the office. "So... basically we have coloring books and normal books that never saw print beside a highly limited run and no publishers for them? That's not a big help."

However, he didn't expect for Lisa to laugh. "Are you kidding, Remus? This is the best thing that we could hope for! It's been over a decade and Fazbear Entertainment owns the rights. Without those publishers fighting us, we can get a new one and have them do several runs of the books for us!. Harry wants a media blitz in a few months to get people excited over it? He'll be getting that and in spades. Heck, we've even got plates for comics!"

Confused, Remus scratched his head. "Comics? Plates?"

Rolling her eyes, Lisa walked over to a crate, which was one that Remus had levitated in as it was so heavy, and opened it. After a few moments, she brought out a large, flat piece of metal with images on it. "This is a comic printing plate. Fazbear and, earlier, FredBear, used them to print comics with to sell at their pizzerias for the older children. But, like a number of others, the comic maker went under and the plates were returned to Fazbear Entertainment. We still hold the rights."

Humming, Remus nodded a bit. "I see... so you're going to negotiate with someone to print these?"

Much to his surprise, Lisa shook her head. "Already have. I dated this guy but we broke up with no hard feelings. Him and his brother have been trying to get their own comic company up and running, but it's kind of hard for him as he's got competition. He's got maybe one independant using him, but that's not enough. However..." She raised a finger. "I told him about this and he nearly leapt over the moon. He can reprint both the original FredBear comics as well as the Fazbear. According to him, he can use the interest for the pizzeria due to it closing and all the news to get people to buy them."

With a frown, Remus looked at her. "Kids will buy these?"

There was a grin on Lisa's face. "Some will, but the two of us are betting on nostalgia from various people. The companies have been around for a long time and many of those with fond memories are now adults themselves. Tony was an idiot who cared only for squeezing what money he could. He didn't really care much about image besides making sure that no one knew about the dangers of the animatronics. But we do! We're going to explain away all the bad memories and then remind people of all the good ones! The bad stuff will all get buried in a few months by the news cycle as it's mostly minor, especially as Jeremy Fitzgerald will rescind some of the old agreement and let Foxy become part of the show. Then we hit them with reprinted comics, books, coloring books... give out toys at various meets and greets... that sort of thing."

Despite it being explained, Remus was still unsure. Nonetheless though, he shrugged in agreement since it wasn't really his project. "If you say so..."

All Lisa did was chuckle. "Just wait and see, Remus... just wait and see..."