He made it to the door before questions arose. How did he just have a full conversation with a robot that hasn't been charged since the late nineties. He opened his car trunk and pulled out a collapsible lawn chair. He locked the car up and started walking back in, stopping at the front door. "I remember talking to them as a kid and hearing them talk back, I just thought it was my imagination. No, no... I'm missing something. He isn't alive, just very well programmed." He nodded, trying to convince himself he wasn't crazy.
As he entered the dining room, he noticed a few lights were shining enough for him to shut the flashlight off. The curtains surrounding the stage had been pulled back partway, revealing the still decorated stage and an impatient looking bear, though it was probably just the lighting giving that expression. Wasting no time, he crossed the room and walked up the stairs, greeting the much larger bear. "Hey there, Big Bear. Hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."
Freddy nodded at the still folded chair. "I thought you said you were getting a chair. So what's that?" Grey smiled, hearing something beneath the static he hadn't before. It seemed that the program he was running was taking audio clips from his performances and forming the pre-recorded voice lines into sentences. While that alone was impressive, it wasn't all that impossible. The band was designed to interact directly with the audience, so it only made sense that Freddy could hold a conversation.
Grey popped the chair open, much to the surprise of Freddy, and offered it to the bear. "Thaaaaa- that's Mr. Fazbear to you." He took the chair and set it down near his preformance position on stage. He leaned over and grabbed a thick wire off the floor before taking his seat heavily. The frame and fabric complained under the sudden load, but seemed to be holding just fine. Grey came back with a chair from the nearest table as Freddy plugged the cable into his arm. As Grey sat down, his phone rang. He sighed and pulled it out, dismissing the call. "Sorry. Spam calls." He shrugged. "So, how do I prove to you I really own this building? Do you need to see the deed?" Freddy sat motionless. "What did you pull out of your pocket?" Freddy asked, much softer than before.
That caught Grey off guard. "Its a phone. Oh yeah. I guess you've been locked up for a long time. You've missed a lot, unfortunately. We created this a little over a decade ago and called it the smart phone. It's like your old landlines, but no lines. They also have a touch controlled display." He explained, swiping through his home pages for proof. Suddenly, his phone rang again with the same number. Before he declined it, Freddy spoke up. "Answer and let me hear." He said softly. Grey looked puzzled, but he picked it up and put it on speaker. "I was afraid of this... He truly abandoned us then." Freddy's voice came from the phone as he sat silent in the chair looking depressed. The call ended as Freddy sunk a little further into the chair. "Answer me this. What happened to the old owner?" His voice was barely audible over the static.
Grey was at a loss for words. "I, uh... To be honest, nobody really knows. At some point after the doors were shut, bills weren't paid and the bank tried getting a hold of the owner with no luck. Rumor has it that his house was still full of his stuff and his car was parked outside, but he had simply disappeared. The bank took ownership of his house and this building and tried to sell them at auction as is. Nobody bid for years until last week. I bid super low and it got accepted. I just signed the papers earlier today. Now how did you call me? How did you even get my number?"
"I'm connected to a couple different databases. The only one I have access to anymore is the owner's info in case of an emergency. It finished updating a few minutes ago. This wire in my arm is my charging cable and a landline that connects me to the building's servers." Freddy paused for a minute, both sitting in silence. "What do you plan to do with this building and its inhabitant?" Freddy asked, finally looking Grey in the eye.
Grey shrugged and sighed, looking at the floor. "I didn't really have a plan just yet. I loved this place as a kid and finally had a chance to preserve what little childhood I remember." Grey chuckled softly. "I've been talking to you like you're alive. I've really lost it now..." He shook his head with a sad smile as Freddy stood up.
"What makes you think I'm not alive?"