I do not own Freddy Fazbear or any other Five Nights at Freddy's characters, only my own original characters. Now please enjoy!

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Inox stared at Iza, confused. "Say that again?"

Iza handed the paper to Inox, who quickly scanned the sheet. On the front, he saw the words Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex accompanied by four cartoon characters. They consisted of a chicken wearing earrings, an alligator sporting a mohawk and star-shaped sunglasses, and a fox or wolf holding a keytar. Finally, a bear gripping a microphone and holding out its other hand donned a top hat and shoulder pads.

"Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex," Iza repeated. "I've never heard of any company or franchise called this."

Iza scratched her arm as they talked. "Could you search it up, Inox?"

He nodded. "Way ahead of you," Inox responded as his eyes changed to a baby blue. Then, after a few seconds, a sudden buzzing sound erupted from Inox as his eyes turned a harsh red. "What the?"

"What's wrong?" Iza asked, fiddling with the watch still on her wrist. "Did something happen?"

Inox looked up at her before his eyes repeated the same process: blue, buzzing sound, red. "I can't connect to my data servers. Something must be jamming my signals." He tried again with the same result. "Come on!" he yelled, frustration building up in his voice.

"Calm down, Nox." Inox snapped his head up, irritation visible in his optics. "We are in the desert; there's probably no signal this far out," Iza reassured.

He huffed, "you're probably right." Inox quietly grumbled before kicking a stray piece of trash.

Iza nodded then continued looking around the outside of the building. Looking at the graffiti, a grimace look spread across her face at the thought of something her father owned vandalized. When her back was turned, Inox tried again, but the buzzing sound gave him away. The girl turned around and glared. "Dude."

Like a child, Inox crossed his arms and sulked about.

Iza sighed. "Before you blow your battery, let's actually enter the building."

"Fine, but let's just look around for like an hour or so. The sun is setting." Inox pointed towards the horizon, where the sun displayed a beautiful splash of oranges and reds and cast shadows over the sandy ground.

"Deal, we can come back tomorrow and finish." Iza opened the bag she was carrying and pulled out a key. "But first, let's get this junk door open."

She grabbed the middle door handle and placed the key in the lock. Iza managed to turn the damaged lock with a bit of effort, and an audible click was heard. "There we go." She put the key away then pulled on the door.

Nothing happened.

She tried again, and the metal merely groaned, refusing to budge. "What the hell? Why won't it open?" Iza grabbed the handle with both hands and yanked hard; no result.

"Seriously, what is wrong with this thing?"

Inox looked closely at the door frame, running his hand over the surface. "The door frame probably warped from the extensive exposure to the elements and lack of maintenance," Inox guessed, now in a better mood. "Would you like me to try?"

Iza stopped pulling, sweat running down her temple. "I don't think you can reach the handle." She wiped her forehead before resuming. "This is not the best thing to do in a sweatshirt," she mumbled to herself.

Inox walked closer and looked up; the door handle was a good few inches over his head. "You have a point." He faced her. "Should we call a locksmith?"

"No, it's past five. They are probably all closed." Iza grumbled then angrily pushed on the gate; the door slightly moved. This caught Iza's attention. She grabbed the handle again and pushed somewhat inward. The door began to inch backward, then stopped; she did this several more times, with each attempt going a little further. "Inox, this is a pull and not a push door, right?"

Inox looked at her strangely. "From that faded sign with the word 'pull' in bright red letters on the door, I would say so," Inox said sarcastically. "Why?"

Iza jiggled the door again. "I have an idea. Hold this." She handed her bag to Inox, who stared in confusion.

Iza stepped about two yards away before turning around. "Inox, stand back."

He did as instructed but still expressed concern about what the human was planning. Now with a clear line to the door, Iza narrowed her eyes, then bolted. Iza ran full force into the door, slamming her right side against the heavy metal.

"Iza!" Inox screamed. "What was that for?"

Iza tested the door again. It became looser. "Just a few more," she mumbled quietly.

Iza rammed into the door twice more before she could nearly push it open. "Look, it worked!" she cheered. "Just one more!"

"No!" Inox demanded. "You are not doing that again."

"I've almost got it," Iza responded.

"Stop hurting yourself." He pointed at Iza's limping body.

Ignoring Inox and tears pricking her eyes, Iza slightly limped before sprinting and crashing into the metal door. She threw her entire weight on it before an aggressive crack was heard. Then suddenly, the door gave way. Iza leveled the metal gate in one swift motion and together fell inward. Metal slammed against the tile, flinging up a cloud of sand and dust.

Without missing a beat, Inox rushed into the building. He threw the bag on the ground and crouched in front of Iza, still lying on the floor. "Iza! What on Earth is wrong with you?"

Iza got to her knees and looked at Inox, anger still flaring in his robotic yet humanoid eyes. "I'm alright." Then, she coughed after inhaling the debris. Suddenly a dull pain shot up her arm, Iza flinched. She instinctively grabbed her arm but pulled away at the contact. "Arm hurts a little, though."

Iza rolled up her sleeve, revealing a raw black and purple bruise running the length of her upper arm and shoulder.

Inox glowered at Iza, eye twitching. "You just used yourself as a battering ram on a warped steel door and fell forward with it. What did you think was going to happen?!" Inox yelled. "No wonder your arm hurts!"

Standing up and dusting herself off, Iza rolled her eyes. "It worked, didn't it?" She grabbed the bag and slung it over her left shoulder before pulling out a flashlight.

Inox's anger grew, "you're going to kill yourself with how reckless you are." Arms crossed, Inox turned away. "Your dad entrusted me to take care of you." He paused. "You're making that really difficult." His voice trailed off.

A frown crossed Iza's lips then she sighed. Moving next to Inox, Iza gently placed a hand on the robot's silver head. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to get it done fast. I will try not to do it again." Inox looked up at her, frustration still apparent but replaced with relief in his eyes. Iza smiled. "No promises, though."

Inox scoffed then released his arms. "You are such a piece of work," he laughed. "Now I know how your dad felt."

Iza chuckled and patted Inox's helm. "Now." She held up the flashlight; excitement flickered in her eyes. "Let's explore!"

"You brought the heavy-duty flashlight, right?" Inox asked, noticing the rather large piece of equipment in the twenty-two-year-old's hand.

"Yeah, the industrial one should allow me to see further."

Turning it on, both human and robot flinched at the sudden blast before their eyes adjusted. Together they walked through the entrance and hopped over a deactivated turnstile. They were only a few feet out when Inox halted. "Woah."

"What's up?"

Without responding, Inox raised a hand and pointed towards the middle of the room. Confused, Iza followed his finger with the flashlight. The beam landed on a large display in the middle with something standing atop it. "That's a nice fountain, Inox, but I don't—"

"Not the fountain. Why would I be surprised by a fountain?" Inox interrupted and rolled his eyes. "I'm talking about the massive statue standing on top."

Iza blinked blankly before shining the light higher, where a dusty but golden statue shone back. The beam revealed a giant robotic humanoid bear holding a microphone. "Wow, that is big," Iza said.

"Looks like the same character from the flier."

"If I had to guess." Iza readjusted the bag on her shoulder. "That must be the mascot, Freddy Fazbear."

"Definitely don't see any other animatronic bear statues around." If Inox could grin, he would smirk at his sudden quip.

"Alright, I get it," Iza sighed. "Enough with the sarcasm, let's go find the breaker box. I don't want to keep using this light." Iza grabbed it with both hands. "It's heavy, and my arm hurts."

Inox chuckled as they ascended the stairs behind the statue. "Jealous I have night vision?"

"Yes, actually, and I would like to have it, but unfortunately, I am human so let's find the breaker switch."

Iza picked up the pace, and Inox jogged behind her. Iza shined the light around as they walked and awed at the dusty but untouched adornments. "This place is so cool. The decorations look like it's ready to open in a few days."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Inox responded, looking around. "You had to bust down a door to get in here, so the graffiti artists had no way of accessing it."

"You're right," Iza thought aloud. "That means we'll be able to see everything! I'm so excited!" Iza pumped her fists, ignoring the pulsing pain in her right shoulder.

"Focus on one thing at a time, power first, explore later."

"Aye aye, captain," Iza laughed.

Further down the corridor, Iza and Inox talked and gawked at the wall decorations surrounding them, each intricate and unique while still blending together perfectly to capture the duo's attention. However, it fully caught their attention and kept them unaware of the six pairs of flickering orbs watching them from the shadows. The sound of scraping metal trailing behind as a sudden whisper escaped, "time to rock n' roll."