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Tension radiated in the still room. Freddy stared down at the infuriated woman, her brown eyes seething with rage. "Why did you bring me here?!" she growled. Despite the comedic size difference between the five-foot-ten woman and the eight-foot two bear, Iza's mind felt no fear. "Answer me!"

Unfazed, Freddy walked off; the sudden movement broke Iza's presumed confidence as she stepped back, unwilling to cut him off. Freddy noticed this and looked over his shoulder, meeting her gaze. "I am not going to hurt you." Before continuing to the opposite side of the room.

Confusion replaced some of Iza's anger. "Then why am I here?"

Freddy sighed as he stopped at the other end of the room near an old faded couch. The entire room was dimly illuminated by a star-shaped light on the ceiling. "Just to keep track of you." He pulled out a little dusty box from behind the couch and crouched next to a table placed at the foot. "Monty, Chica, and Roxy are searching for your little friend, and I am watching over you."

He opened the box and began pulling out its contents. Freddy held a bottle and unscrewed the cap before pouring it into a small piece of fabric. "Come here."

Iza backed further and closer towards the door. "No," she scoffed. "After everything that has happened tonight, do you honestly expect me to trust another animatronic? Let alone the one who dragged and locked me in here while sending his friends to hunt down Inox?!"

Freddy placed the bottle down. "You seem to truly care for that little android," he hummed. "Tell me, what is your connection to him?"

Iza raised a brow. "What?"

"Why are you so attached to a robot despite saying you wouldn't trust anymore tonight?"

Iza looked at Freddy, stunned. "Because," she stuttered, completely caught off guard that this massive animatronic bear was questioning her about her relationship with her friend. "Because he's family, and you don't abandon family."

A deep but somehow calming chuckle emitted from the bear. "Truer words were never spoken. A great philosophy to live by."

"I guess?" Iza responded, rubbing the back of her head before shaking off her confusion and looking away. "I'm getting off track."

Iza turned around before nearly smacking face-first into a giant orange chest. She jumped back, startled. "What are you doing?!" she yelled, nearly on the verge of tears again after the umpteenth adrenaline spike that night.

"Please calm down," he said gently. "I just want to bandage your arm." He pointed towards Iza's right appendage.

Iza followed his finger towards her shoulder; her eyes widened in horror. Iza got a good look at her wound for the first time that night. A dark bruise started part way down her forearm, wrapped around her elbow and bicep before ending at her shoulder. Cuts with dried and slightly fresh blood littered her arm, with many drenched in dust and dirt. Bits of fabric from her destroyed sleeve clung to her skin before finally ending on the shoulder, where the worst of the injury lay. "Oh." Iza gently poked the black and blue spot before recoiling in pain. "Ah!"

"Easy," Freddy said before walking back to the couch and patting it for Iza to sit down.

Hesitantly, Iza accepted and moved closer to him, sitting on the couch's right side. She waited a minute before holding out her injured arm to Freddy. "Go ahead."

Freddy gave her a slight smile and nodded. He crouched down to Iza's level and gingerly laid her arm in his palm. Taking the wet rag from earlier, he gently pressed it to her skin. "This may sting a little."

He wiped the fabric along her arm and cleaned her cuts. Iza hissed at the contact. "God, I hate this."

A quiet chuckle came from the bear. Then, after a few more minutes of cleaning, Freddy pulled out a large roll of gauze before expertly wrapping Iza's shoulder and elbow. "You were fearless," Freddy jokes, trying to lighten the moon.

Iza snorted at his comment. "Not the first time I've heard that." Iza slightly stretched her arm, trying to get accustomed to the new restriction, then she looked back at Freddy. "What's wrong?"

"I feel terrible," he stated. "I never asked for your name."

"Oh." Iza stayed silent for a moment before sighing. "It's Iza Fasben."

Freddy raised his ears, smiling as he held out his hand. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Iza Fasben."

Iza laughed, returning the handshake. "It's a pleasure Freddy Fazbear." She grinned before her face dropped.

Freddy noticed her change in mood. "Alright, now that we have gotten you all patched up, let's get down to business." He stood back up and walked towards the table with the toy gun and camera. He picked them up and returned. "Where did you get these?"

Iza stared silently, thinking of her following few words carefully. "They were left to me."

"Left to you?"

Iza nodded, and her face grew grim. "By my dad, he left them to me in his will."

Freddy's eyes widened. "He passed on?"

An uncomfortable silence filled the room.

His ear drooped. "I'm sorry for your loss." Sadness filled his voice.

Iza lowered her head as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "Thank you," she muttered.

Freddy knelt back down and transferred the two objects to his left hand, and placed a comforting hand on Iza's good shoulder. "Might I ask how he died?"

Iza's voice quivered. "Cancer." She squeezed herself tighter. "He lost his battle to cancer."

Freddy's eyes grew soft, he knelt down next to her. "Although I never knew your father, it is evident that you two had a deep bond."

The silent girl raised her head. Visible tear streaks stained her cheeks with a new emotion other than fear, pain, or anger that night, sadness. She wiped away the liquid from her dust-covered face. "He was my everything. He raised me as a single father; I never knew my mother. Dad used to go on and on about how I was courageous when he needed to patch my wounds, kinda like you did. Ironically he even used to call me his little bear." A tiny smile tugged at her lips, recalling the fond memory.

Iza quickly snapped out of her stooper and cleared her throat. "Sorry, I lost myself there for a moment."

Freddy grinned and released his hold on her shoulder. "Don't apologize," he smiled lovingly. "It's nice to hear. A parental relationship is always important, especially for a young child." Iza thought she saw a hint of new sadness in him for a second, but it quickly disappeared; the dim lighting made it somewhat challenging to see. "I'm curious as to how your father managed to get ahold of these items? The Pizzaplex has been shut down for a little over ten years."

"Oh, it's because Dad owned this place," Iza stated, raising her head and slightly releasing her grip on herself but knees still tucked. "However, I can't answer your other question. Despite our close relationship, Dad was a bit of a secretive man. He never talked about his past, and when he did, it was very brief or lacking a lot of detail."

"Okay, we are coming back to that first thing," he said, eyes wide. "But anyway, did you ever try asking your grandparents or your aunts and uncles?"

Iza shook her head. "Dad never had any siblings, he was adopted by my Nana, and she also never talked about it even when I asked."

"Mysterious family," Freddy stated.

"Ha!" Iza chuckled quietly. "You can say that again. I'm literally named after a man whom I've never even met, let alone seen a picture of."

"Who?"

Iza looked up. "A man named Frederick Fasben," Iza responded. "Dad always said he was like a father figure to him but never had any pictures for some reason."

Freddy stared at her dumbfounded. "I apologize if I'm being rude, but what is your full name?" he asked, confused. "I definitely have never met a woman named Frederick before."

Giggling erupted from Iza as she let her body relax. "My name is Izabella Frida Fasben; my middle name is a female version of his name."

"That's very interesting," Freddy commented, scratching his chin. Iza noticed the blue-tipped nails at his fingers' ends. "But I am still curious as to how he obtained a fazerblaster and fazcam, let alone working ones."

"That's what those things are called?"

Freddy nodded. "Yes, they were props and souvenirs for some of the attractions here."

"Cool, although I still don't know how he got them, I don't know when he bought this place, so maybe he got them before this place shut down?" Iza shrugged. "When Dad died, he left quite a few things to me, including legal ownership of the Pizzaplex property."

"Right," Freddy spouted, slightly agitated at the sound of being owned.

Iza felt unnerved at his reaction. "He also left me this." Iza held up her bandaged arm, showing off the tiny watch that she now recognized resembled Freddy.

Instantly Freddy grabbed her wrist, avoiding the injured parts. "Where did you get this?!" he growled.

Iza jumped at the sudden tug. More tears filled her eyes as she stood frozen. "What?"

"You said your father gave you this watch?"

"Y-yes."

"Where did he get it?!"

"I don't understand," Iza stuttered.

"This fazwatch," Freddy started. He undid the clasps around her arm and took it back before releasing Iza. Iza instinctively recoiled back. "Only one person should have this item, and it's certainly not you or your father." His eyes narrowed at the frightened Iza.

"I don't know. Dad gave me a mall-sized pizzeria," she cried back. "I don't know where he got this!"

I don't know either," Freddy snarled. "But one thing is for sure, your father is nothing but a thief."

Iza snapped her head at Freddy, all fear drained from her body. "My dad was not a thief!"

"He clearly was because the person who is supposed to have this would never, and I mean never, give it up!" he yelled, throwing his hands in the air, exasperated.

"Then maybe they lost it, and Dad found it!" Iza hollered back.

"They would never lose it!" Freddy screamed, his voice beginning to sound more mechanical than the deep sound Iza had heard before. "Meaning your father stole it!"

In a rage, Iza grabbed the closed bottle of disinfectant Freddy used and chucked it at him, hitting him square in the chest but not harming him in the slightest. Freddy's eyes locked onto furious brown ones. "Never talk shit about my dad, Fazbear," Iza growled lowly. "Say whatever you want about me, but never accuse my father of being a criminal! Never Defame Gregory Fasben!"

Iza screams her father's name, echoes enveloping the room and the abandoned halls outside. However, tense silence followed; Iza's heavy breathing was the only sound.

"What did you say?" Freddy mumbled.

Venom dripped from her voice. "Never slander Gregory Fasben!"

Before Iza could comprehend what was happening, Freddy grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a tight hug. Iza shrieked, snapping back from her anger. "What are you doing?!" she demanded.

Freddy didn't respond as he continued to hug her for several more minutes. Then, finally, he pulled back and locked eyes with Iza. "Are you really Gregory's daughter?" he whispered.

"What?" Iza asked, utterly confused and freaked out.

Freddy sighed and released the girl. He stood up and walked back to the table from earlier and returned holding a small and worn piece of paper. He looked at it for a second, that same sadness filling his eyes she saw before, then handed it to Iza.

In the picture was clearly Freddy, just cleaner and happier, and next to him was a young boy, maybe around eleven to twelve years, although relatively short for his age. The boy wore a blue striped shirt, and short brown hair fell across his peach-skinned face. A toothy grin spread across his face. Iza let out a frustrated sigh, "I don't know what I am looking at." Then she noticed the boy's eyes. Chocolate brown eyes, the same ones as hers. "Dad?!"

Iza looked up at Freddy. "How? What?"

"Gregory was like a son to me, he used to visit this place when he was younger, and we spent much time together. He was adopted by the night guard Vanessa when he was twelve years old."

"Nana?" Iza fell back on the couch in shock. "What is going on?"

Freddy was about to step forward and explain when suddenly Chica busted through the doors. Both human and bear turned their heads. "Freddy, we have a problem."

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Quick metallic footsteps pounded desperately against the cracked tile. Inox frantically looked around and consulted his map as he tried to find a way to escape. He ran down a dark hallway before he spotted something, a slide leading down into an open area. Inox stopped and moved closer. If not for his night vision, he would be terribly scared of entering an unknown tunnel that didn't appear on his map.

Inox continued to contemplate his situation when he heard Monty's voice. "Where are you, little robot?!" His vocals echoed throughout the building.

Inox looked back towards the tube when someone yelled. "There you are!"

Inox whipped around; at the entrance to the hall stood Roxy, fired up and ready to catch him. "I knew I'd be the first to find you!" Roxy barreled towards him. Inox looked between the tunnel and the taller seven-foot robotic wolf hot on his heels. Then, without thinking, Inox jumped headfirst into the slide.

He heard metal screeching to a halt. Roxy looked as the little android disappeared from sight. She glimpsed through the window next to the slide and into the dark area below. "Oh no."

Inox didn't hear the wolf's reaction as he slid down and was emptied into a seemingly bottomless ball pit. He fell face-first, then corrected himself. He waded through until coming to an exit. He climbed out and dusted himself off. Inox looked around; he noticed the large play structure composed of many balconies and slides interconnected with tunnels and bridges. Continuing, Inox lowered his gaze and saw the floor absolutely buried in trash, ripped cushions piled against one wall, and something sparkly scattered everywhere.

Inox walked around further until he came to what looked like a front desk. "What is this place?" Inox muttered to himself. At the same time, he noticed a light switch behind the desk. He walked over and flipped it.

The lights crackled on, and the second they did. "A NEW FRIEND!"

Inox fell backward, so startled by the shrieking voice. His optics darted around until they locked onto the very top of the play structure. Standing on top was a large yellow animatronic with what looked like a sun face while in a mildly unnerving crouched position; a permanent smile was plastered onto its unsettling features.

Suddenly the sun robot launched itself and landed next to Inox. Inox tried to scurry away as the animatronic stuck its face into his. "WELCOME, MY NEW FRIEND! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN! It wrapped its large hands around Inox's tiny frame then sprinted off into the play structure.