Years or stagnant air filled the building, bringing a faint sense of nostalgia. Grey swore he could still smell pizza grease and hear the sound of kids playing classic arcades as he pushed the front doors open. He couldn't see much with the little light available. Years of grime stained the windows, filtering out most of the brilliant afternoon sunlight. He coughed from the sheer amount of dust floating through the air. "Well, at least there isn't a giant hole in the ceiling. I can't even smell mold or decay. Just the years alone have left their mark." He put the grinder back in it's bag by the door.
As he stepped inside and looked around the lobby, he heard a faint voice. It sounded like an old radio that had a bad signal, more static than actual voice. It sounded like it came from the dining room. Grey turned back and rummaged through a different bag, pulling out a large, pistol grip style flashlight and clicked it on. He also grabbed an old round crowbar before walking back into the lobby. To his right sat the front counter with two empty registers. On the left through a set of open double doors was the main hallway, connecting the restrooms on the left wall, the main dining room on the first right and a kitchen access at the very back. As he stepped into the hall, Grey noticed the faint hum of power flowing through the walls. "They shut the power off when the bank first took ownership. I wonder what's keeping this place alive?" He mumbled as he glanced over kids drawing pinned to the wall. He smiled sadly as he stopped on a tattered paper with a very rough drawing of Foxy and a boy, hook in hand smiling. The corner was signed Grey. Grey continued down into the dining room doorway, stopping in shock. He didn't expect this. It was as if everyone stood up and left mid day and just didn't return. The stage sat on the other side of the room, the once dark purple curtains now a light shade of lavender covered in sparkling stars blocked the stage. Along the far right wall rows of classic arcades sat dark, but not quiet. From one of the far rows he could hear a faint noise. A wide smile broke out on his face as he jogged over to a classic Pac-Man arcade cabinet. Although the screen had burnt out, the speakers and internals were still alive, although barely. He quickly reached around and unplugged the cabinet, silencing it mid demo run. "Its a wonder this place hasn't caught fire with such old wiring always having a load. Maybe they turned the power back on already. No, government is never that quick..." He frowned. "I didn't hear Pac-Man from the lobby. I heard a-" He stopped mid sentence as another voice cut him off from the stage.
"Get ouuut. This building is offffff- off limits." a gruff, static filled voice rumbled. Grey spun around, shining his light at the figure now standing on the edge of the stage. "Freddy?" Grey asked, shocked to see him still here, let alone active. Freddy, with his limited facial movements pulled off a scowl with outstanding accuracy. "You have the audacity to brrrrrr- break into my home aaaand waltz in heeere like you own the place, alllll while disrespecting my nnname. I know why you're here. Yyyyou think thatttt- that you can make a quick buck ssselling me for scrap. Leave while you can." his voice was getting quieter, likely from a dying speaker.
Grey chuckled solftly in disbelief. "You're alive..."
"And still able to protect myself and my property." The large, dusty bear commented.
"Well, firstly, I do actually own this place as of today. Second, I didn't even know you were here, so no plan to scrap you. Get away from the edge before you fall, alright? We can talk this out like adults." Grey was still in shock from finding the one and only Freddy still working. It hadn't hit that he was alive. Freddy looked suspicious, but took a step back against the curtains. "I'm going to go get chairs for us, alright?" Grey turned to walk back out, but stopped and looked back at Freddy. "Do you weigh more than four hundred pounds?" The bear looked ready to strangle him, glaring. "That's all my chair can hold and I don't exactly want you falling through it." Grey shrugged. The bear crossed his arms and sighed. "Nnno. Three fifty two." he grumbled and stepped through the curtains.
I think this turned out to be a nice chapter. Let me know your thoughts about the story or the writing style. With a little feed back, it would be easy to make it a little more readable. I'm still unsure of a lot of story aspects and I'm willing to put in OCs from my community. No animatronics allowed, but give me a name, physical description, and their association with Grey or Freddy's. Pm me with that info and I'll find a way to add them at some point if I can.