Sammy woke up, feeling a throbbing pain in his head. How long was he out for? And what took him from the car?
"Woah!"
"Ouch!"
Someone had tripped over Sammy. And that person happened to wear pointy hard leather shoes that almost left a dent in his head.
Sammy shook his head and stared at the person who was on the floor, struggling to get up. They had black hair and wore a uniform that only Fazbear technicians were allowed to wear. Not only that, but they had a weird white rabbit mask stuck on their face, concealing their true identity.
"Oi! Watch where you're going!" Shouted Sammy, looking at the guy, who in response just flinched and looked around in panic.
"Who's there?!" The man stepped back. "Show yourself!"
"Are you blind? I'm down here! Right in front of you." Sammy stood up and brushed the dirt off his jacket.
The man continued to assess his surroundings in panic, not able to see that Sammy was literally standing in front of him.
"Maybe that mask is the reason..."
"What?"
"Take off your mask, you dummy!"
"What mask?"
Sammy snapped and lunged at the man, tearing the white rabbit mask off the poor man's face. The man fell backwards, shocked.
"There! Now you can see me! Dumbass..."
As he threw the mask away, Sammy caught a glimpse of the man's true identity. The face was familiar. Familiar to someone that helped ignite the hell in which he calls the flame.
"Argh..." The man rubbed his face, before opening his eyes and for the first time, looking at Sammy. "Woah! Who are you?!"
Sammy rolled his eyes in response. "The one you tripped over."
"Oh." Said the man. "I apologise."
The two stared at each other awkwardly, unable to come up with anything appropriate to say. That is, until Sammy broke the silence with his uncontainable curiosity.
"Um... where are we?" Asked Sammy, scanning the surroundings. "And what are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing." The man laughed, but stopped as Sammy returned a death glare. "Uh... we're in the pizzaplex? I think?"
"You think?" Sammy folded his arms, unfazed. "Tell me, what kind of Fazbear Technician who is only known to work in the pizzaplex works in a pizzeria that looks burnt?"
The man scratched his head. "Look, I'm as clueless as you are. In fact, I didn't even know I had that on the whole time." He pointed to the mask on the floor.
Sammy sighed. "Then how did you not realise that the world you were in was not reality?"
"Look, I'm what they call a workaholic."
"Yeah, but a workaholic does not merely trip over someone and freak out, forgetting that they are in a simulator whilst walking around in the real world."
"How the hell did you know that?"
"..."
"Fine. I'm not going to pay attention to that."
"Okay. Do you have a clue as to how to get out of here?"
The man pointed to the entrance. It was slightly dark outside, but Sammy could see a staffbot roaming around the front with a flashlight.
"Alright." Said Sammy, shaking the man's hand. "It was nice meeting you."
"Hold it." Said the man. "You don't work here, do you?"
Sammy froze. The man could report him to Afton, or whoever's working with that murderer, if he slips up in answering this question.
"Well..."
Sammy was cut off by the man's chuckles.
"Hah! I was only kidding. You must be the newbie here. And a feisty one, I must say." The man began to remember Sammy's attitude towards him when they first met.
"Haha..." Sammy awkwardly played along. "Yeah, sorry about that. I accidentally got knocked out after bumping into some stuff while wearing the mask."
"Speaking of the mask, where's yours?" Asked the man, curious.
Sammy pretended to look around. "I think it got stolen."
"It must be that mysterious kid again. I'm serious. He keeps appearing everywhere, even on the arcade games. Security guard Dave tells me this kid likes being referred to as 'GGY'. It's a weird name, don't you think?" Said the man.
"Yeah..." Said Sammy, curious about this 'GGY' kid. "Uh, I think I need to go now, my shift has probably ended. God knows how long we've both been out here."
"I'll go with you. I think I've been here for too long. I need to get home to my daughter."
Sammy tensed up at the man's mention of his daughter. He realised he had children he left after the police went to his house. He worries about how they are currently doing.
"Say, what's your name? I believe we haven't introduced ourselves yet." Said the man.
Sammy held his hand out. "Sammy Schmidt." He lied, knowing that the Emily name was a taboo amongst all Fazbear Entertainment workers, and that it had a high chance of ruining things right now.
The man shook his hand. "Mark Smith. Our names kinda rhyme, don't they?" He chuckled.
Sammy widens his eyes at the name. So that's why he has a sense of familiarity towards this man.
Mark Smith, friend to Michael Afton who was almost accused for the murder of Evan Afton back in 1983. Sammy was young back then, but it was around the time his twin sister went missing. When Charlotte was found murdered, he began to have the thirst for knowledge, believing he was the only one who could be the one to solve his sister's death. However, authorities couldn't be bothered to listen to a toddler, or a child, so Charlotte's death was never solved, and it resulted with the bitter ending of him earning the title of 'prodigy'.
"Yeah, they do rhyme." Sammy collected his thoughts, continuing to act undercover.
Mark and Sammy began to walk out through the doors and into what looked like underground tunnels. They looked more like as if they were dug by hand. It was just soil that composed it.
Sammy looked back, and the big sign with the words 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' made him pale. It was the pizzeria that his father died in. The one that burnt to the ground.
"So, what's your daughter's name?" Asked Sammy, trying to push the burnt pizzeria out of his mind.
"It's Cassie. Well, that's actually her nickname since she didn't like the name Cassidy for some reason. I don't like it either, it brings me shivers up my spine."
"I think Cassie's a beautiful name."
"You really think so?" Mark smiled proudly. "My wife and I initially planned for her name to be Roxanne, but we decided it was... well... an unfitting name."
Before Sammy could reply, the staffbots began to approach the two of them with alarms ringing.
"What's happening?!" Sammy stepped back, as some endoskeletons began to run towards them.
"I don't know, but whatever it is, it's not good!" Mark grabbed Sammy's wrist and ran towards the elevator. He thrust Sammy into the elevator.
"What are you doing?!" Sammy stood up, eyes wide. Mark sighed shakily. His whole leg was stuck in the ground and wouldn't budge. Sammy was concerned and worried. They had little time to spare as the endoskeletons and staffbots were coming closer at a fast rate.
Mark took out his pass and a Fazwrench. "Use the Fazwrench to get through some places. And when you're done, please visit my address which is on the bottom of my wrench."
"What? Wait, wait, no, no, you're not thinking of—"
"And when you get there, please give the wrench to my daughter."
"Mark..." the endoskeletons and staffbots were closing in on them.
"Please, Sammy. Tell her I love her."
The elevator doors slammed shut, the sad smiling face of Mark being the last thing Sammy saw. The elevator began to move up. Bloodcurdling screams echoed.
Sammy began to cry. Like he did at Charlotte's funeral. He was so tired to seeing people die when they had loved ones waiting for them.
He gripped onto the Fazwrench as tight as he could.
Mark had saved his life from whatever horrors that made him release those bloodcurdling screams.
Oh, how he wished he had the courage to sacrifice important things.
But he now had other things to carry out. He couldn't dwell on the past forever.
He looked at the address engraved at the bottom of the Fazwrench.
"First stop, Cassie."
Sammy stood still silently for a while. He still needed to avoid getting caught again by Afton. He needed to contact that driver who stated that they were from heaven. But how could he do that? Not even a prodigy can solve the burning question.
"Ding." The elevator arrived at its designated floor.
He'll have to wait. Patiently.