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Ring, Ring, Ring.
Sammy: So it seems that you two aren't dead yet.
Mr Fazbear: It would seem so.
Mike: Alright, uh, night 4… Nothing new, so that's good. This, this is the night that the guy before me died. I-I heard it; it sounded like they all attacked him at once…
Mr Fazbear: … Poor Fritz… He was our best, you know. We were looking for someone to replace him, because he was retiring. 30 years he worked here…
Max: You two learn anything?
Sammy: As a matter of fact, we did. The *ahem* child killings, Sir.
Mr Fazbear: I KNEW it would come back to haunt us. I KNEW IT! We did everything we could, but he escaped.
Mike: Well, turns out that Golden is the killer's first victim. We'll tell you if anything else happens.
Click
12 AM. Security Office...
Freddy awoke, like someone who was reluctant to get up. "Uh, my head. Max? Sir? I can't move. Why am I tied up?"
"Well, it's a long story."
Under the Pizzeria…
For the first time, Mike noticed the box in the corner. He nudged Sammy. "Hey, why didn't we see that earlier?" Sammy shrugged. Or tried to.
GF teleported in. After a few minutes, he continued his story.
The room the boy was thrown in was small, completely concreted and with a tiny window against the wall. The only thing in there was a mouldy yellow Freddy suit, propped up in the corner…
At first, he hugged his marionette and cried. But he soon ran out of tears. For weeks, the boy was locked in that room. Only surviving on the scraps that the man threw inside for him. The boy grew weaker every passing day. He lost track of time completely. The only thing to keep him company was his marionette and the bear suit…
One day, the man came inside the room. He held a knife. "You and I are going to have some fun, kid."
1 AM.
It was somewhat easier, now that there were only 4 animatronics again. The only problem was that 3 of them came from the right side. Without Freddy to watch out for, they probably didn't have to worry about losing power anymore. "Freddy?" Mr Fazbear asked after he was untied.
"Yes, Sir?"
"Please, we've known each other long enough. Everyone, call me Carl. Do you know of a basement or a storage room under the Pizzeria?"
"I believe there used to be one. But management bricked up the entrance long ago."
"Where's the entrance?"
The boy awoke. He hurt all over. He tried to move. He was taller than before. He could see out the little window now. What he saw scared him. It wasn't what was outside, but the reflection in the glass…
2 AM.
Dottie looked at the small trapdoor in the storage closet. It had been hidden under one of the shelves. She opened it.
"Carl, you're not going to believe this. It's still bricked up. There's even a layer of dust over the top. Nobody's been through here."
1984…
The man cleaned out the Freddy suit. Tried to clean off the mould. Then he took it and the marionette with him to the new pizzeria. He explained to the boss what it could be used for. The man resumed his job as Night Guard.
The first night. The boy snuck off when the camera wasn't on him and went to the animatronics. After figuring out how they worked, he reprogrammed them. It was his turn to attack.
The second night. Seems that management had found a flaw in his programming. It takes them a few seconds to register friend or foe, so the guard had been given an empty Freddy head.
(He didn't know that this was Jeremy, he thought it was still the same night guard.)
Management had also installed a music box to keep his creation busy. Damn. No big deal. A genius can turn any weakness into an advantage. He just sped up the timers on all of them. Even managed to get the originals to move.
3rdnight now. The boy had been surprised when he had seen the two guards greeting each other that morning. Jeremy and the one that had killed him. Now he wasn't so sure…
Damn! The music box worked on him, too. This was a setback. He floated out of his body and watched as the killer put on the Golden Freddy suit. Watched as the man lured a child backstage. Then another, and another. The boy wished he could do something. The man stopped after a fourth child had been killed before he hid the bodies in the old animatronics.
The boy could feel their presence. Sad… and angry. At least he wasn't alone anymore.
4thnight. He taught his new friends how to move. Told them about the man in the Office. The police are suspicious. 4 children? On the same day? And it just happened to be at Freddy Fazbear's?
4 AM.
"Check everywhere for a trapdoor! We'll be fine here." Carl Fazbear ordered. "Leave no rug unturned."
On the 5thnight, the boy turned up the A.I on the animatronics by a big amount. Instead of the usual 4 they were set on, now they were on 10. The killer had to be stopped, no matter the cost.
(It was at this point that the killer fled the restaurant.)
Night 6. Thank god, the police found the killer, but he escaped before they could catch him. But he's back. He's in the Office. (Nope. Still Jeremy) Time to put the A.I up even more. And the boy thought he should make an appearance…
6 AM.
"WE FOUND SOMETHING! There's a trapdoor under the table backstage!" Foxy called as he rushed-
CLANG
He rubbed his snout as he stumbled back. Max opened the door again. "Sorry, reflexes."
Basement…
Sammy was out again…
Samuel Jordan slammed his fist onto the button next to him. Then he checked the light, only to see Bonnie's shadow through the window. He checked the tablet. '12%! Shit!' It was 5 AM. He knew he had to keep checking Pirate Cove. Foxy had already crashed into his door that night; if he did it again he would be out-
BANG! BANG! BANG! Sam watched in dismay as his power leapt from 11% to 5%. Sam curled up into a ball, praying for the bell to ring, for that sweet, sweet sound…
It never came…
Here lies Fritz Smith. 1965 – 2015