PROLOGUE: FIRST DISAPPEARANCE

What happened on the night of April 29 2028? That has been the one lingering question on everyone's minds. It was one of those kinds of questions that keep people up late at night, a question that demanded to be answered. To get a better understanding, you must learn where these particular events took place and why they happened, starting with the place of origins…

It all started within the state of Utah in a small town called Hurricane. The town was first settled in 1896, receiving its name after a whirlwind blew the top off of a buggy, which a man named Erastus Snow was riding in. He exclaimed, "Well, that was a Hurricane. We'll name this 'Hurricane Hill'." The town itself is known for its historic peach and pecan orchards, open space, beautiful green fields, and that small-town charm that emits a welcoming aura.

Unfortunately, like many places in the United States, Hurricane has a dark secret, one that has been made into nothing more than an urban myth by one company. A company with an indomitable desire for money and a master in full denial of traumatic events.

The town itself was the home of Fazbear Entertainment, a corrupted entertainment company with a history of shady business practices. Though it was believed that a series of horrifying and traumatic events associated with the company were true, it was proven to be nothing but a joke. Little was known about the history of the company itself. Unfortunately, for those who were naive or refused to see the truth, the many rumors of the traumatic events that were associated with the company were true.

For years, the company has managed to evade justice, claiming that they are not responsible for disappearance, death, or dismemberment that happens in their establishments. Little did they know, their luck of evading justice would run out and it would soon come back to bite them… hard.

On March 7 of 2026, Fazbear Entertainment opened its newest and latest location. It was Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, an entertainment center or what many call a mall located in the center of the town. On the day of its opening, it became an immediate success, much to the company and the CEO's delight. However, they had no idea that the delight wouldn't last long.

On March 12, 2026, a family consisting of a father, a mother, a son, and a daughter were heading to the Mega Pizzaplex to have a fun time as a family. Since the day of its opening, this family has been going to the Pizzaplex every day. To them, it was supposed to be a fun day for them. They never had to worry about anything terrible or traumatic happening.

Unfortunately, that fateful day would prove to be a life-changing experience for everyone that was there to witness it. March 12 of 2026 would be remembered as the day where an urban myth would repeat itself and set off a series of events that would change the town of Hurricane forever, including the events that took place on the night of April 29, 2028…

*MARCH 12 2026*

I stared out the window of the family car as my father drove me, my sister, and our mother to our destination. I sighed lowly as the surroundings became nothing but a blur. I didn't know why, but it was fascinating to see the landscape be nothing but a blur as you stared out the window of any vehicle. It makes those who have no idea whether it was the Earth that was moving or the vehicle itself.

"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!" exclaimed a familiar voice. I looked to my left to see a 9-year-old girl wearing a pink blouse shaking with excitement in her seat.

I smirked, rolling my eyes as I did. Lisa Patel was the kind of kid that would get excited over almost anything. See a cute dog on the sidewalk? Gets excited. Meet new people? Gets excited. Go to a new school? Gets excited. I guess that's one of the things I love about my sister. But sometimes, however, it would get annoying. When it happens all the time, she would get excited all the same. Many may see that as cute, but to me, I would see it as annoying.

"You say that all the time," I said. Lisa turned her head to look at me, a big smile on her face.

"It's true," she said. "The Pizzaplex is so much fun! You can't deny that it isn't!"

I rolled my eyes again. "It can get boring from time-to-time. Even an entertainment center gets boring when you keep going to it every day since the day of its grand opening."

Lisa chuckled. "Maybe to you it gets boring. But, not to me. Come on; admit that you do have fun whenever we go there."

I turned my attention back to the window. I would never admit it; I do have fun whenever we go to the Mega Pizzaplex, the new establishment that opened five days ago. That's only when I get to go to the arcade to play the games there. Those would never get old or even boring to me. Any other attraction in the Pizzaplex was boring to me. I never saw what was fun about them. If anything, they seemed like nothing but a waste of time.

"Only when I'm in the arcade," I said finally. "Anywhere else is nothing but boring town."

"That's because you don't even attempt to try any of the cool attractions there, big brother, even after dragging you to come with me," Lisa pointed out. "I hate having to beg you to come have fun."

I sighed. "What's so fun about them, anyway? Come on; an inside golf course? A maze? Some laser-type game? What's so fun about those stupid attractions?"

I heard Lisa sigh. "Again, because you don't even attempt to give them a chance. You might have fun if you gave them a shot."

"Not in a million years," I said, turning my attention back to my sister, who was looking at me with a frown on her face. "Those types of attractions are not really my thing. Last thing I want is to have someone point a laser gun at me and blind me when they shoot me in the face. As for the maze? You know as much as the next guy that I suck at mazes. You remember that time you and I got lost in that cornfield maze during Halloween 2 years ago?"

Lisa chuckled at that. Of course, she would remember that. If there was ever an event I wished I could forget, it was that one.

For that Halloween, my family went to an attraction that featured a cornfield maze. I wasn't wearing a costume that year as I was unable to decide what I wanted to be that year. My sister, on the other hand, was dressed up as a fairy princess. It was adorable, I couldn't deny that.

For some dumb reason, when my sister asked Mom and Dad if we could try the cornfield maze, my father said sure. Of course, he assigned me to guide my sister to the other side, saying that it might help me in some way. Of course, it backfired.

Not even 10 minutes into the journey, I got us lost. I tried to get us out, but somehow, I kept leading us to dead ends and going the same way we went. We were probably stuck in that maze for a good while because the next thing I knew, our dad and a few of his officers had to come get us because it turns out, we were in there for over an hour. Thankfully, I didn't get in trouble for it.

"Yeah, I remember that," she said. "But the maze in the Pizzaplex is nothing like the cornfield maze. In fact, it's smaller compared to that."

"I doubt it," I said, crossing my arms.

"The important thing is to have fun and make good memories," said my father, who was driving the car.

"Your father's right, Mihael," said my mother, who was sitting in the passenger seat. "We wouldn't be going there if that wasn't the case."

"Yeah, sure," I said doubtfully. Everyone sighed softly at that. I didn't care as I stared out the window for the rest of the trip.

My father pulled into the parking lot and began searching for a parking spot. I watched as Lisa began jumping on her seat with uncontained excitement. I rolled my eyes at this, turning my full attention to the window. The parking lot was full of cars, which was no big surprise. When it comes to popular establishments, the chances of the parking lot being full were 100%.

My father found a parking spot just a bit away from the Pizzaplex. He pulled the family car into the spot before turning the engine off. He took the keys out and turned to face my sister and I. A small smile, the only kind of smile he ever gives, formed on his face.

"You kids ready?" he asked, sounding enthusiastic.

"YEAH!" my sister shouted loudly. I covered my ears.

"Sis, what the balls!" I retorted. "I get that you're excited, but you didn't have to shout it that loud! You shout louder than a damn cheerleader!"

"Sorry," she said, giving me a sheepish smile. As I uncovered my ears, I heard Mom and Dad chuckling lightly.

"Now, Mihael, let your sister be excited," my mother said through her chuckles. "She didn't say anything about you being excited when the latest book by Stephen King came out."

I rubbed the back of my head sheepishly, my face growing hot as a result. It was true. I always grew excited whenever a new book came out, especially when it came to Stephen King, who has been given the title of the 'King of Horror'. I didn't have all of his books. Just the classics, the ones that were well known. I was that kind of person.

"I can't help it," I said sheepishly. "I love to read. You guys are not book people. You would never understand."

"I always find it very cute and funny when you act like a little fangirl when any books by Mr. King come out," Lisa said before chuckling herself.

I glared at her. "I most certainly do not!"

"Yes, you do," my sister teased lightly.

"Do not!" I objected.

"Do too," Lisa said in a singing-like voice. As I glared at her, an idea popped into my head. A devious smile formed on my face.

"Sis," I said slowly as I readied my hands, "if you don't stop, I will give you the tickles."

All the humor faded from her face as soon as I said that. If there was one thing I knew about my little sister, it's that she's very ticklish, especially on the stomach. While she does into a laughing fit whenever I tickle her, she has told me many times that she does not like being tickled. I only resort to that to get her to stop teasing me.

"Don't… you… dare…" she warned while glaring at me. My smile grew slightly.

"What's that?" I teased. "Did you say you want to be tickled?"

"Mihael, don't you dare," Lisa warned in a slightly threatening tone, slight traces of fear present within. I chuckled evilly.

"Alrighty, here comes the tickles," I said in a singing voice, wiggling my fingers as I reached out for her.

"No, get away!" she shouted.

"Alright, that's enough you two," my father said in a stern tone. "We're here to have a good time, not for you two to pick on each other."

I stopped wiggling my fingers and straightened my posture on my seat. Lisa relaxed, the glare still present on her face, though not as strongly.

"She started it," I said, pointing at her.

"I did not!" she objected.

"Hey, I said that's enough!" my father boomed.

"Now, Harold, they're kids, they're going to tease each other," my mother intervened. She turned her attention to Lisa and I. "But I do want you two to behave. No picking on each other. And Mihael, for goodness sake, please don't try to tickle your sister if she starts to misbehave. I know you have a habit of tickling her when she gets mischievous."

"Yes, mother," I said, crossing my arms. I looked to see Lisa with a smug grin on her face. I readied one hand, wiggling my fingers as to warn her to not push her luck. The grin left her face in a split second. "Alright, let's go."

We nodded. With that, we stepped out of the family car, slamming the doors shut. I turned my attention to the establishment that was up ahead.

It was a large rectangular-shaped building that was 3-stories tall. Displayed proudly on the front of the building was this huge logo of 4 anthropomorphic animals that consisted of a bear, a chicken, an alligator, and a wolf. They all each had big smiles on their faces with words underneath that read 'Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex'.

'This is going to be fun,' I thought to myself. We began advancing towards the building.

As we got closer, my gut began to feel funny, my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I couldn't put my finger on it, but something was telling me to turn around and get back in the car. Like, it was warning me that something bad was going to happen. Something very, VERY bad…

A feeling of amazement washed over me as we stepped into the main lobby, something that annoyed me to no end.

The Lobby was huge, fitted with metal gates with the Pizzeplex's logo and a large cutout of the four mascots with a wind-up gift box to the far right, the words 'GET A COMPLIMENTARY ENTRY PASS!' above their heads. On the other side of the gates was a gift shop, a large golden statue of the bear, Customer Service, and a flight of stairs that led to different parts of the Pizzaplex. The place was crowded with many families and it smelled of pizza and other cooked foods.

'I hate being amazed by this stupid room,' I thought to myself. As I surveyed the Lobby, that feeling I had outside intensified.

It took everything I had within me to not show my discomfort. I'm the kind of person that doesn't like to show any signs of weakness. I didn't want others to worry about me or anything. It would be like a waste of time if they did.

"Hey, are you okay, big brother?" Lisa asked suddenly, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked at her to see a slightly concerned expression plastered on her face. "What?"

"I said are you okay?" she said. "You look like you're going to be sick."

I didn't say anything. I could only stare at her. A part of me was telling me to not say anything and tell her to just forget about it. However, another part of me was telling me to honest with her. As much as the idea of telling Lisa might make things easier, I didn't want her to worry or even think that it was probably nerves. Besides, we were here to have a good time, not let some feeling get in the way.

I shook my head. "It's nothing, Lisa. Nothing to worry about."

Lisa arched her right eye at me. "I don't believe you. I know you well enough to know when something is bothering you. You're paler than usual and sweating bullets. Are you sure it's nothing?"

I crossed my arms, debating whether I should tell her or not. I looked at my parents to see that they were looking at me with slight concern and suspicion. I looked away, aiming my eyes at the floor. I frowned at the predicament I was in now.

It was bad enough that my sister can read me like a book, but it was a totally different story to have both of my parents notice my discomfort. It's especially difficult when you have a father who happens to be the chief of police. He was the kind of guy that once he notices something was wrong, he is practically unshakeable. It's a good thing, but it can also be very annoying.

"Son, is everything okay?" my father asked. I sighed, knowing what I had to do.

"It's…" I hesitated, thinking of the right words to say. "Have any of you guys ever had that gut feeling that something bad is going to happen right before it does?"

I looked up from the floor, turning my attention to my family members. They were all looking at me with thoughtful expressions on their faces. I waited for one of them to say something. I could only hope that they knew what I was talking about. If not, I don't know what I would do.

"I get what you're saying," my father said. "It's a feeling you get while on the force. Sometimes, it's just your nerves. Is that what you're feeling?"

I shook my head. "I don't think it's just nerves. It's more than that. The best way I can describe it is like this feeling is trying to warn me that something bad is going to happen, so bad that I felt the need to turn around and get back in the car."

My father stared at me for a moment before he began rubbing his chin with his thumb and index finger of his right hand, something he does when he's putting a lot of thought into something. When I was a kid, I always found that to be very silly. It wasn't until I was older did I fully understand what that gesture meant.

I felt something rest on my left shoulder. I looked to see a hand on my shoulder. I turned my head to see my mother giving me a small comforting smile.

"I'm sure there's nothing to worry about," my mother soothed. "For all we know, it might be your nerves acting up and making you think something really bad is going to happen."

"Mom's right, Mihael," Lisa chimed in. I looked at her, uncrossing my arms in the process. "It's probably nothing and really nothing to worry about." She smiled as she grabbed my right hand with hers. "So, why don't we stop wasting time and have some fun!"

I looked away, a wave of uneasiness washing over me. I felt good and insulted at the same time. Good that I got something off my chest, but insulted that they didn't take me seriously. It doesn't help that the feeling has grown 10x stronger than ever. I literally wanted to throw up due to how intense it was.

"Mihael," my father began to say, "I'm sure everything will be-"

"EVAN!" came a loud, desperate cry. I nearly jumped out of my skin as a result. I looked to see a Caucasian man and woman looking desperately for something, tears welling up in the woman's eyes.

I instantly felt sick to my stomach upon seeing that. I knew that once you catch someone on the verge of tears or crying, that means something bad has happened. Due to their body language and how one of them shouted someone's name, that meant one thing.

The woman came up to a man with dark, black greasy hair. "Have you seen my Evan?!"

"No, I haven't," the man said rudely before shoving her away. I saw the man walking up to a middle-aged couple.

"Have you seen our son, Evan?" he asked, his tone clearly showing signs of trying to stay calm, but was failing miserably.

"I'm sorry, we haven't," replied the girl. One by one, the two kept asking anyone if they have seen their son named Evan. I felt a tingling sensation in the back of my skull. Those people looked familiar, but I couldn't be too sure if they were what I thought they were.

I looked at my family to see that they had uneasy expressions on their faces. My father, on the other hand, had a slightly serious expression. He looked at me, Lisa, and my mother for a second before he began walking over to the couple. We didn't ask what he was doing since we knew him well enough to know. We followed after him.

He reached the woman and raised his right hand. He tapped on the woman's shoulder. The woman shrieked before turning around to see who it was that tapped her.

"Ma'am, is everything okay?" we heard him ask calmly.

"No, everything is NOT okay!" the woman cried, the tears now streaming down her face. I felt my heart ache at the sight. "My son is missing and no one seems to know where he is!"

"Ma'am, please calm down," my father said as sternly and as calmly as possible. "Tell me what happened."

The man walked beside the woman, keeping his eyes on my father. A feeling of dread began to wash over me. I didn't want to hear what happened, but I couldn't find the strength to walk away.

"It's our son, he's missing," the man said, his voice breaking with emotion. "He was playing with his friends in Mazercise. When me and my wife decided it was time to go, we heard his friends calling out his name. We went to go see what was wrong. When we asked where Evan was, they said that he just suddenly vanished. We didn't take them seriously at first, but when we saw how serious they were, we began looking.

"We've been looking for him ever since. It just doesn't make sense as to how he would vanish out of thin air."

My father's eyes widened slightly as my mother and sister gasped at the same time. It took everything I had to keep myself from throwing up on the floor. Was this why I was hit hard by that gut feeling? I didn't want to believe it, but it was too coincidental to ignore.

"What's your son's name?" he asked. "And how long has he been missing?"

"Evan Waters," the man replied.

"He's been missing for 3 hours," the woman replied. My eyes widened at the mention of that name. That explained why they seemed so familiar.

I didn't know him personally, but I've seen him a few times to know who he was. From the times I've seen him, he was the kind of boy who always ran around with a huge smile on his face, laughing innocently as he did. He was either with his family or with his friends.

I felt my heart threaten to shatter at this. I wanted this to be a nightmare, one that would I wake up from and find myself still in the car. Unfortunately, the world didn't work that way. This was far too real to be a dream or a nightmare.

Without a moment to lose, my father pulled out his phone and began to dial. He held the phone to his ear, a hard expression on his face. There was silence for a moment.

"Wesley, it's me," my father said. "We have a situation."

We all stood outside the Pizzaplex, waiting for my father and the police to find Evan. I heard murmurs all around me, many of them very worried and terrified. I couldn't blame them, honestly.

Not long after my father made the call, he ordered everyone to get outside. We all did without hesitating. A few minutes later, at least 10 police cruisers showed up at the Pizzaplex, followed by all of the officers charging inside.

It's been over 2 hours since the cops showed up. Everyone was on edge, no doubt hoping that the little boy will be found. The tensity of the atmosphere was immense that it could be felt in the air. It didn't help that some family's kids would be complaining about this taking so long and how this was ruining their day.

It took everything I had to keep myself from freaking out on those little brats. It was bad enough that a kid has gone missing, but it was another thing entirely when those entitled and black-hearted little brats complain about how this was wasting their time. It was disgusting, to be honest.

I looked to my left in the direction where Mr. and Mrs. Waters were. Mrs. Waters was barely holding herself together, the tears streaming down her face. From the expression on his face, Mr. Waters was doing his best to remain strong, no doubt for his wife.

It was heartbreaking to see them like this. No parent should ever have to go through something like this. If there was one thing that a parent fears the most, it's their child going missing and the possibility of them never being found or seen again.

'Come on, dad,' I thought to myself. 'Please find Evans. I can't stand to see his parents like this.'

The sound of the doors opening snapped me out of my thoughts. All at once, we looked to see both my father and his fellow officers stepping out of the complex. I looked to see if Evan was with them. To my dismay, he was nowhere in sight.

I looked at my father closely. There was a blank expression on his face. As I looked, I noticed something in his eyes. I looked more closely to see traces of… defeat. I felt my heart skip at seeing this. Rarely do I ever see that emotion on his face or in his eyes. But when that emotion is present, you know that meant bad news.

My father walked over to Evan's parents slowly. They watched him with clear apprehension for a moment before looking for any signs of their son. I watched as their faces fell slightly, though slight traces of hope made itself known in their eyes.

My father got about a foot away from them before stopping in his tracks. They began to stare at each other. I felt the tensity of the air grow slightly.

"Where's our son?" Mr. Waters asked lowly. "Did you find him?"

My father stared at him for a moment before he closed his eyes. He shook his head slowly. His eyes opened, traces of pity present in them.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Waters," my father began softly. "We checked every inch of the Pizzaplex; all of the attractions, the rooms, the closets, the bathrooms, all of them. I hate to inform you that we were unable to find your son."

I felt a weight crash down on me. I knew what the news was going to be, but it still hit. Mrs. Waters began shaking violently before she fell to her knees, covered her eyes with her hands, and began crying uncontrollably. Mr. Waters got on his knees, wrapping his arms around his wife. He closed his eyes as his own tears of grief began trailing down his face.

"There, there, Felisha, everything will be okay," Mr. Waters said, his voice cracking. "Our Evan will be found. They will find him. They have to…"

I felt my eyes water before my own tears began trailing down my face. I heard my mother and Lisa gasp in horror, no doubt over the news my father gave Evan's parents. I couldn't believe this was happening. This should have been any normal day, but now, it has turned into a nightmare.

I wrapped my arms tightly around my mother, burying my face into her shirt. I didn't care if it made me look like a little child. I just needed someone to cry onto. My choked sobs were masked by Mrs. Waters' loud sobbing, along with the crying of many others who had to hear the horrible news.

Author's Note:

Big surprise! Here is the Prologue of the second book in the Robotic Saga! :D

I know I said that I was going to take a few months off of writing. However, I felt the old itch come back, along with a list of ideas. So, here it is.

What I want you all to be aware of is that the chapters won't be as consistent as the last one. I don't want to make any mistakes, along with the fact I want this to be as good as possible. So, expect the chapters to take at least a week or 2 to be uploaded.

That's all for now. Keep an eye out for Chapter One. All constructive criticism is appreciated and I will see you guys later! :)