Finally, nothing could stop him from finding his father. Chris didn't know how much time had passed, yet he had to complete his journey no matter what. He did not travel all the way from Hurricane for nothing. Even if his father was now a lifeless animatronic, he could still be awakened, and Chris would awaken him.

Chris could feel that the town around him changed, though the details were hard to grasp for an animatronic who slithered in darkness. It was still small and remote, but something felt new…Chris decided not to focus on it and instead continued his search. The engineers told him where this "Fazbear Fright" was, a place that was created to make an attraction out of the gruesome rumors that surrounded Fazbear Inc. What was a grievous tragedy for some was about to become a cheap thrill for others, the fact that it existed was gross. He wondered what his father would think of those pests using his work like that, assuming he still retained some conscience at all. Chris followed his directions and eventually reached it.

An old-looking and dirty building near the center of New Harmony. Only a single truck before it with a number of crates and gasoline containers around, the place itself dark and dim with a few green lights decorating it and with a headline hanging over the place.

FAZBEAR FRIGHT

The writing underneath a distorted silhouette of Freddy Fazbear above, a mascot turned demonic with pale teeth emerging from his mouth. Chris didn't want to walk through doors that could attract too much attention. He instead focused on the windows, but as if to spite him, it barely had any. The only one Chris found was just beside one of the exit doors; it would have to suffice. The robotic boy took his chance and tried to get in. It was open and ripe for the taking, and Chris could already feel a familiar aura. He was close…

Yet nothing could prepare him for what he saw on the other side.

There were two distinct auras Chris could feel, and both were right before his eyes. There was an adult man in the office before him. He wore a night guard uniform and stared at the glass without movement whatsoever. There was something about that man that repelled Chris and disgusted him to his core. On the other side, he stood. The dark reflection of who William Afton once was, the monster Chris saw in the safe room, now on his feet and on the hunt. This time, his eyes glowed.

"F-Father…" Chris couldn't help but let out sheepishly, making both the animatronic and the night guard turn around towards him, and this allowed Chris to see the latter's face in the darkness for the first time, staring into his eyes and feeling memories flooding towards him.

A big kiss…

How low were the chances that he would see Blake here, of all places? One of Mike's friends, the most vicious and merciless one, he was the one who was most eager to bully him even when Mike wasn't around and supported the idea of humiliating him by forcing him into Fredbear's jaw. He enjoyed tormenting the weak, those like Chris who were afraid and couldn't strike back at all. He laughed then, and now he screamed.

And his scream made Chris feel giddy once again, feel invigorated. Since Lockjaw found him, there were many other concerns to focus on, but Chris never finished his revenge. Two were still alive, and one of them was screaming before Chris, shaking as tears fell down his eyes; this was a godsend.

Ennard leaped into the office, plunging his metal claws into Blake's neck. The screams turned to moans, and the moans became quiet wheezing, slowly drowned out by rivers of Blake's own blood. His reddened eyes stared at the animatronic in what could only be described as primal horror. After Chris was satisfied, he plucked Blake's head off his body and tossed the bloodied thing away.

He would never laugh again.

…

"Stay by my side, and if any danger approaches, try to hide as quickly as possible, alright?"

"Alright."

As planned, Charles and Elizabeth made their way to the abandoned warehouses at their first opportunity. The detective needed to see what kind of spare parts it held inside for himself. He wasn't sure if taking Elizabeth with him was a wise idea. Charlie showed her how to use a firearm and gave her one before they left, but this wasn't nearly enough to match the years of training he had. If anything happens, he will have to do anything to cover her. Charlie hoped for the best-case scenario, of course, but there was no guarantee of that.

They walked in the darkness and approached the closest warehouse, a large, colorless building filled with junk with only a slight chance of there being anything that would help the investigation. Yet despite this, Charlie didn't dial back his enthusiasm. Every lead was a good lead, even the smallest one. There was a notable hole in the roof of the warehouse they approached; likely, it broke due to no one attending to this place for years, but it wasn't enough to take a sneak peek; they had to enter through the door. As Charlie opened the gate, they let out a loud creaking sound before unveiling a space that was consumed by darkness in its entirety. Charles couldn't see a thing.

"So…You know how I said I didn't watch many horror movies? Somehow, it feels like something straight from one of those." Elizabeth said quietly as Charlie took out his flashlight.

"It should be fine as long as we stay quiet. I'm not planning to stay here for long, either way."

"Let's get this over with." Elizabeth sighed as Charlie turned on the flashlight. They walked into the warehouse as slowly as possible and looked around themselves; there were crates, spare metal parts, torn wires, and a lot of what would once be animatronic parts.

"I guess that's where Alison got endoskeletons for his new four at Frankburt's. Though it's strange that he would leave so much of those parts unattended."

"Those all look very old and broken. Maybe he just couldn't use them for any…Yikes!" Elizabeth raised her voice as she accidentally stared right at the torn head of an endoskeleton before her. It was old and rusty, with only one eye on display, but it was uncomfortable enough. "Never realized how creepy those things were. I wonder if my father built this one at some point."

"Everything is possible."

Before they could continue their search, Charles and Elizabeth heard steps from the outside, multiple ones making a quiet sound almost every second.

"Shit…" Charlie clenched his teeth and tried to listen for steps; at least they were still human. He took out his firearm as both he and Elizabeth stood in silence and listened.

"You know, I think we should probably stop coming here…"

"What now, you scared?"

"What, no, of course fucking not! Just have a bad feeling about this place, that's all…Didn't some people disappear in here a while ago?"

"Who cares? We've been here twice, and we're fine! There are people who buy this sort of stuff for a good price. It would be pretty dumb to miss out on this opportunity, so get your ass in there and…"

They didn't seem dangerous and sounded like common looters, much to Charlie's relief, but they still came through the same door, and at this point, an encounter was inevitable.

"What do we do?" Elizabeth wondered.

"I'll handle it."

By the moment they entered, Charlie got a thorough look. Three middle-aged men, unarmed and physically unimposing, looked around with curiosity in their eyes; they likely wanted some spare parts to sell.

"Wait, didn't we put this hand away? Why the fuck is it just lying on the floor like that…" One of the looters looked at the part Charlie touched and moved once. It was time to reveal themselves.

"Hands up!" The detective shouted as he turned on his flashlight.

"Woah woah woah!" The guy shouted and raised his hands. The other two followed. "Don't shoot. We aren't going to harm you…Who the fuck are you two anyway?!"

"I'm with the police," Charlie announced as he slowly made his way towards them, with Elizabeth following closely behind.

"W…What? Why would police be here?"

"We're conducting an investigation and happened to find you. I won't presume any reasons for why you're here, but something tells me it's not for any kind of legal business."

"We, eh…We're…"

"Come on, tell him!" Another man encouraged. "If we lie, he'll fucking arrest us!"

"Fine, fine…Well, me and my friends came here from time to time for…You see all those spare parts, right? There are people who use them, fans of old restaurants, some junior engineers, all that kind of stuff. We…Came here two times, took what we could, and sold it to the highest bidder? Make sense, right? And it's not like anyone else needs those parts. At least we're putting them to good use. You aren't going to report us, right?"

"That depends. We're not here for you, but I wonder if you know anything about what was going on in this place?"

"What do you mean?"

"I heard you talk about people disappearing…"

"Oh, no, you got it wrong, we just heard the rumors, that's all! We won't be of any help to you, not at all!"

"Maybe, but still, you heard something, right?"

"It's not a big…"

Their conversation was interrupted by a loud bang on the roof above them, as if something very heavy had landed on top of it.

"W…What was that?" One of the looters said with fear as everyone turned their heads upwards. Moments after, Charlie heard steps from above them. Very slow and loud steps, far too heavy to be considered in any way normal. Something was here…

And it wasn't human.