As the earliest morning sunrise begins to shine over the city of Hurricane, around Five AM at the earliest, the streets are very quiet. Not many people are up around this time, as a lot of people are still asleep or at least not out and about. The town looks empty, almost like an uninhabited ghost town. However, the street isn't all empty, as a man stands by a phone booth, typing in a number to call. This man looks to be in his mid-thirties, rather tall and muscular, with short, messy brown hair, rather pale skin, wearing an old, drab purplish gray shirt, a lavender jacket, dark blue jeans and black boots. He continues entering in the phone number on the payphone before lifting it up to his ear as it rings. It rings for a little bit until someone finally picks it up on the other end.
"Hello?" The voice of another man, sounding rather old, maybe in his mid-fifties, on the other end of the phone.
"Hey… Is this Winston Clay?" The man asks.
"Yeah? What's your deal?" Winston asks. The middle-aged man opens a book and looks through it.
"My name's Michael, Michael Schmidt." Michael says.
"And I'm calling to ask you a question. Were you the guard who worked at the Fazbear Entertainment Storage Warehouse in 1999?" He then asks. Winston goes silent on the other end for a second.
"I'm asking this because, uhm, I was researching Fazbear Entertainment's security guards, and some of the stuff they had seen and because there's supposed to be a new location they're opening soon, but." He adds.
"Y-yeah… I worked there for a bit… What about it?" He answers, with a bit of hesitation.
"Alright… I have a fair few of questions for you, Winston. Mainly just questions about your time working there." He speaks. Winston sighs on the other end.
"First things first… What made you work for the company in the first place?" The young man asks.
"I was tight on money. I was threatened with eviction from my landlord. I had recently lost another job, and I needed the money…" He answers.
"I never particularly liked the owner of Fazbear Entertainment, his operations weren't really to my liking... But again, I needed the money." Winston then elaborates.
"Alright. Now, I have a second question… Did anyone break in while you worked there?" Michael then asks Winston.
"Thankfully, No. Nothing got in when I was there." The old man answers. He then sighs afterwards.
"That's good… Now, I have a third question… During you time at the warehouse, did you encounter anything you'd consider… Abnormal, or uh… Supernatural?" He asks. An audible groan comes from the other end.
"I'm serious here." He then clarifies.
"…Would you believe me if I did?" Winston asks back.
"I'd need a little time to consider it. But I'm not asking you this question for nothing. There's a bunch of rumors about the animatronics at Fazbear's establishments. I was just trying to see if there's, uh... You know, you could confirm or deny them." The man answers. The other end of the line lies silent for a few seconds. Michael uses this time to get a notepad and pen out, at the ready to write down what he was going to say.
"Alright… I'll start at the beginning. I was about to get evicted, so I needed the funds to try getting me out of the tight financial situation I was in at the time when I saw the job offer. Though I disliked how Mr. Emily conducted business, I needed the cash with the situation I was in." Winston begins to explain.
"That's all stuff you've told me, Clay." Micheal responds.
"There's more. So much more." He replies. A deep breath then comes from the other end.
"I'll get your question out the way... Your rumors are true. The cute and cuddly animatronics they have there? The whole reason they are popular? They're alive." Winston explains. Michael begins writing the things the old man is saying.
"And I dealt with them for seven nights. Seven damn nights. I tried to get rid of them myself but even that didn't work. I got fired after my seventh night. I tried reporting them to the cops, but they didn't believe me. They practically laughed me out the station. Now, do you any other questions to ask, or can we be done here?" He asks.
"No, I've heard all that I needed to." Michael responds.
"Good day then, Schimdt." Winston quickly replies, before hanging up. Micheal sighs.
"Looks like he was a bust on anything new about Fazbear. It's similar stuff to what Juicio told me. If he were the first one I spoke to, I would have said that he's off his rocker or telling a scary story for the Halloween season. Nevertheless, I have more evidence, more to say that this isn't as far-fetched as I thought. More to attest... To attest to what my father has done." He comments before placing his notepad in his pocket and leaving.