A/N: All right, everyone! It's time for the final chapter of the Grand Opening, and the official introduction of the final Glamrock animatronic in this fic! Glamrock Freddy might be one of my favorites of the modern animatronics for fairly obvious reasons, and it'll be a nice treat for the Schmidts to meet a Freddy that is genuinely and unambiguously noble and heroic for a change.

Guest: I'm pretty sure I've mentioned this before, but I'll say it again. My interests have more or less moved on from FNAF for the most part, and at this point I'm focusing mainly on getting through Security Breach/Ruin and then wrapping this fic up afterwards. I won't be going back to earlier chapters and making major changes at this point. This story may have Christian themes and the fundamentals of the afterlife are based on Christianity, but it doesn't 100% adhere to it either (otherwise there wouldn't be a Crimson Lake or Old Man Consequences to begin with).

BrothWriter: Unfortunately, I had to get rid of the music chapters (with the ghost kids either listening to or performing through the Rockstar animatronics) because of copyright issues. Is the song you're thinking of "Five Nights at Freddy's" by Living Tombstone, by any chance?

Chapter 221 – Grand Opening Part 3

Despite the Schmidt family's eagerness to meet with Glamrock Freddy, the four Glamrocks ended up being called back to the stage for another concert first. The ghosts took the time to fly over to the concession stands and take a look at the kinds of foods that were being sold by the Mega Pizzaplex to the kids.

"Oh, man, that pizza looks so good!" Susie stared longingly at a pepperoni pizza pie that a group of kids was taking back with them to their party table. "Makes me really wish I could taste food without needing to possess Dad first!"

Jeremy rolled his eyes. "You and your pizzas, Susie…" he mumbled as he watched another kid buy a burger. "I'm not even surprised that Glamrock Chica still has a pizza obsession even when she's not being possessed by you!"

"Still though, you gotta admit that having animatronics being able to taste stuff is pretty cool," Gabe remarked. "Wish we had that back when we were animatronics. Yeah, our existences would still suck horribly, but at least we'd be able to do a few more normal things like eating."

"Yeah, I dunno know about that," Fritz countered as more kids holding cups of ice cream passed them. "Eating the same crap over and over again for the rest of your life sounds like it sucks in a different way."

"Fair enough," Cassidy acknowledged as they watched the second performance by the Glamrock animatronics come to a close.

"Maybe we'll be lucky and get to meet Glamrock Freddy this time?" Liz wondered. "He's the only Glamrock that Dad hasn't talked to yet."

Charlie pointed at the group of animatronics. "I think you're righter than you think," she commented. After the Glamrocks had begun to disperse back into the crowd, they could see Glamrock Chica talking to Glamrock Freddy…and the most advanced incarnation of Chica was pointing in Mike's direction. The moment they parted ways, Glamrock Freddy descended from the stage and started walking towards them.

Susie giggled. "You've got quite the reputation, Dad!" she teased. "It looks like Chica thought you were important enough to point Glamrock Freddy straight to you!"

Mike chuckled. "I'm not complaining," he replied. "It'll make our job a lot easier to talk to him if he comes straight to us, that's for sure."

The Schmidt family watched as Glamrock Freddy walked closer and closer to them, until he finally joined them at their table. "Good day," the animatronic greeted them with a deep, rumbling yet gentle baritone. "Would you happen to be Mr. Mike Schmidt, by any chance?"

Mike nodded. "That's me," he confirmed. "And you're Glamrock Freddy, correct?"

"That is correct," Glamrock Freddy answered with a slight nod of his head. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Schmidt. Glamrock Chica guided me over here. You are the same Mr. Schmidt who has been working so hard to remove many of the…safety problems…that our Pizzaplex was experiencing, if I'm not mistaken."

"That's right," Mike affirmed. "After all the shit I've been through with Freddy Fazbear's Pizzerias in the past, and all the tragedies that those poor kids who were murdered in them suffered, I wanted to make absolutely sure that the Mega Pizzaplex was as safe as it could possibly be. Even if that meant coming out of my comfy retirement and working without pay." He chuckled mirthlessly. "After all, like they always say, if you want something done right, you've gotta do it yourself."

"Mr. Schmidt, I would kindly ask you to refrain from using any profanity within this establishment," Glamrock Freddy firmly reprimanded. "There are many children here, after all." His expression then softened. "With that being said, I would like to thank you for the service you have provided, both personally and on behalf of my fellow animatronics. Between you and me, I too had several concerns about the security of the Pizzaplex when I first came online. But most of my concerns were dismissed by management…at least until you came here." The leader of the Glamrocks smiled. "After your inspection, the management miraculously decided to make several changes, which I am confident were all for the better! Even if I did overhear that many of them were made for legal reasons, which I'm not sure I understand."

The ghosts all rolled their eyes. "Of course they were," Susie sighed, sounding utterly done with Fazbear Entertainment more than anything else. "I know that's still better than flat-out doing nothing, but couldn't those jerks running the company do the right thing because it's actually the right thing to do, for a change? Is that really too much to ask?"

"At this point, let's just take the wins we can get," Gabe muttered back. "At least we know now that Glamrock Freddy clearly cares a lot more about the safety of the kids here than the management did. And yes, I know that's a low bar to clear."

"Perhaps that is for the best," Glamrock Freddy continued, completely oblivious to the conversation being shared by the ghosts. "The management came up with the idea of a Lock-In, in which they would lock all the children in the building at night for a slumber party, and no one would be allowed to enter or leave." He frowned. "As I recall, that idea was quickly abandoned. Again, for these…legal reasons."

This time, no one, not even Mike could resist letting out a loud groan. "Are you shitting me?" Fritz exploded, and Charlie had to make sure that the silencing spells were still active. "Who the FUCK thought that was a good idea? You're practically flashing a large neon sign for Glitchtrap and whoever he's possessing to just waltz right into the building and have a fucking field day!"

Mike's eyes narrowed. "You said that idea was abandoned, right?" he asked, allowing a hint of anger to enter his tone.

"Of course," Glamrock Freddy quickly reassured them, to everyone's relief. "The idea was quickly abandoned to avoid legal conflicts. I was…quite relieved, to be honest. I wasn't sure how exactly my friends and I were supposed to supervise an entire building filled with children with minimal staff support." He sighed. "There is only so much that S.T.A.F.F. Security Bots can accomplish, after all."

"Oh, thank God," Fritz muttered. "At least they're not THAT stupid."

"Anyways," Glamrock Freddy continued with a more cheerful tone as he shifted back to the original topic of their conversation, "the improvements you've suggested seemed to have changed much of this place for the better." He smiled. "I'm particularly pleased with the Daycare Attendant's new demeanor. He seems much calmer, and happier." The smile faded from Glamrock Freddy's metal face. "He used to behave in two very different ways before management changed him, and while I do not wish to speak ill of my colleagues, there was something about him before that always…concerned me, so to speak."

"I met him in the Daycare before," Mike replied tersely. "And I can tell you, Glamrock Freddy, that I had a LOT more than reasons than just "something" to be concerned. I was the one who pushed so hard for the Daycare Attendant's personality to be changed, and I'm glad the management took me seriously."

Glamrock Freddy nodded. "So am I, my friend," he agreed. "Again, I must thank you for the time and dedication you have placed into making our Pizzaplex the best that it can possibly be. We all hope that our humble establishment will succeed where the others have failed."

"We hope so too," Mike answered sincerely, the ghosts invisibly nodding in agreement next to him.

"So what exactly do you guys do here?" Susie suddenly asked, more so that Mike could ask the question on her behalf than anything else. "Do you just stay up on the stage and perform songs, and then come down to talk with the other kids? Is that really it?"

When her father relayed the question, Glamrock Freddy shook his head. "Of course not, we are capable of far more than that," the animatronic answered proudly. "We are capable of moving throughout the entirety of the Pizzaplex, and can join the children in the various activities that are offered by the Pizzaplex."

"Definitely a lot more than what the old animatronics could do," Cassidy commented appreciatively. "They just stood on the stage most of the time unless we were the ones moving them around."

"We have also been trained in the basics of safety and child security," Glamrock Freddy continued. "That way, if a child should ever end up in a dangerous or harmful situation, we are capable of acting appropriately to bring the child to safety and away from that danger."

"I see," Mike nodded. Under normal circumstances, he would've been quite relieved that Fazbear Entertainment had taken those extra steps to ensure the security of children within the Pizzaplex. Unfortunately, the situation wasn't quite that simple.

"Glitchtrap's possession victim could hack the animatronics to ignore those safety precautions," Gabe voiced what they were all thinking. "Or worse, mess with that programming in some way to make the Glamrocks into dangers themselves."

And unfortunately, it wasn't a problem they could solve by themselves at the moment. They couldn't demand to look at the blueprints and details of the animatronics' programming without a good reason, which the Schmidts simply didn't have at the moment. Even if they could look at the inner machinations of the Glamrock animatronics, that didn't necessarily mean that they would magically find and solve all the potential problems. The ghost kids had no experience with programming whatsoever, and even Mike could find himself outside of his comfort zone. For all his years of experience at Eisensteel, neither he nor his former company had ever created AI that was sentient to this degree.

The last thing any of the Schmidts wanted to do was go barging in, mess with something that simply wasn't broken, and end up doing part of Glitchtrap's work for him.

"We're gonna need to come up with a plan to monitor the Pizzaplex," Liz mused. "I don't think it's a good idea for us to just sit around at home waiting for Glitchtrap to make his move."

"Yeah," Gabe agreed. "Something we need to figure out after the Grand Opening."

Mike sent a quick word of agreement telepathically to his kids before continuing to talk with Glamrock Freddy. "Well, glad to see that you've got plenty to do," he commented, before adding with a chuckle. "Standing on that stage sounds like it could get pretty boring after a while."

"Ask him how he's feeling about working at the Pizzaplex," Charlie suggested. "We want to make sure he doesn't have any cracks in his psyche that Glitchtrap could exploit."

It was a good idea, and one that Mike was happy to follow through with. "I am quite happy with my life here," Glamrock Freddy answered, much to everyone's relief. "While we don't really get to talk to management all that often, the staff and technicians who are working at the Pizzaplex treat us well and respect us. We are well-maintained and our needs are catered to appropriately. And performing for all these children in front of us…it was exciting and fulfilling, and seeking their joyful faces makes me happy too." He smiled. "I cannot answer for the rest of my friends, but I personally am looking forward to continuing to perform for the children here at the Pizzaplex. And I will do whatever I can to keep them safe."

"You're doing good work," Mike affirmed. "And I'm sure you'll do a great job."

"Yeah!" Fritz agreed. "You're really cool, Glamrock Freddy! I wish you and the other guys were around back when were still alive."

"Maybe you could've stopped William Afton from killing us back when he was still just a human," Cassidy muttered thoughtfully. "I guess we'll never know."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Schmidt," Glamrock Freddy replied gratefully. "I will do everything in my power to ensure that your faith in me is not misplaced."

Mike was about to wish him well and end the conversation, but Jeremy chimed in at the last minute. "Wait a minute, Dad, weren't you gonna ask Glamrock Freddy about Glamrock Bonnie?"

"Oh yeah, that's right!" Mike acknowledged, before asking out loud, "I did have…one last thing I was wondering about before we finished up. Whatever happened to Glamrock Bonnie? I see pictures of him up on the walls in a few places, but he doesn't actually appear in your band at all." He frowned. "I know he got decommissioned, but that's about it. I tried asking Monty, but all he said was that he's pretty much taking over Glamrock Bonnie's spot permanently and that the mess that led to his decommissioning got dealt with."

Glamrock Freddy's smile faded and his expression (as far as his metal face would allow) now seemed more…uncertain and troubled. "I…do not know much more than you, I'm afraid," he admitted. "What Monty told you is true as far as I know, but I did not personally see the events that lead to Bonnie's decommissioning. The day after it happened, management informed us that Bonnie would no longer be able to perform and that Monty Gator would be taking his place. I am not at liberty to say much more than that, but even if I was, there would only be so much I would be able to tell you. The only thing I can add is that, as much as I am reluctant to admit such a thing, Glamrock Bonnie's decommissioning will more than likely be permanent given the state he was found in." He sighed sadly. "He was my best friend, and I still miss him."

"Awwww…" Cassidy murmured sympathetically. "I'm so sorry, Freddy."

"It must suck on an unbelievable level, knowing something terrible happened to your best friend to basically kill him and not know what exactly happened," Fritz added with an unusual softness in his tone. "I hope you're all doing okay."

"Are we absolutely sure that whatever caused Glamrock Bonnie's decommissioning won't be a problem?" Susie asked a bit skeptically. "Cause if something could destroy an animatronic that badly, it could probably hurt some kids too."

"Not necessarily," Liz countered. "Maybe Glamrock Bonnie's programming was faulty, or a virus that WASN'T related to Glitchtrap in some way got into his systems and messed with them. That wouldn't be something that could hurt a kid, at least not directly."

Those were all valid points, and it was a pity that Mike couldn't raise any of them beyond the boundaries of speculation at the moment. "I'm sorry to hear about your friend's decommissioning," he instead placed a gentle and comforting hand on Glamrock Freddy's shoulder. "I'm sure he would've been a real star, and I'm sure he was a great friend. I hope Monty Gator can fill in his shoes and do him proud."

"Thank you, Mr. Schmidt," Glamrock Freddy gratefully answered. "His loss still pains us all, but we will press forward and perform our duties to the best of our abilities. That is what a true Superstar would do, after all."

Before they could continue their conversation, they heard the sound of metal footsteps and Monty Gator walked into view. "Hey, Freddy," the gator animatronic called out to him in a gruff, but not unfriendly tone. "The others and I are gonna walk around to other parts of the Pizzaplex, since we don't have another show scheduled for a while. You should probably get in on that too," he suggested, "cause otherwise the kids are gonna start asking why you aren't joining them in the arcades when everyone else is doing something."

Glamrock Freddy nodded. "Thank you, Monty," he replied. "I'll finish my conversation with Mr. Schmidt and start heading out shortly."

Monty returned the nod and left, leaving Glamrock Freddy with Mike and the invisible ghosts. "My apologies," the animatronic regretfully declared, "but I'm afraid I must end our conversation here. I will be joining the children in one of the arcades. It will be a good opportunity for me to get to know them better, and another eye to keep them safe would not be amiss."

"Hey man, you do you," Mike waved away the apology. "You've got a job to do, I get that."

Glamrock chuckled. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Schmidt. I do hope you enjoy the rest of your time at the Pizzaplex." He extended a hand, which Mike shook. Glamrock Freddy closed his fingers over Mike's hand but didn't close the fist completely, knowing that doing so at full strength would undoubtedly shatter the bones in the man's hand. "Feel free to come back to the Mega Pizzaplex once the Grand Opening is over," the animatronic offered. "I would be happy to see you again on a less hectic day, and I'm sure my friends would say the same."

The leader of the Glamrock band finally left the table, leaving Mike alone with his ghost kids. "What'd you guys think?" the man asked his kids, although his tone and smile made it clear that he'd already formed a positive impression of the animatronic. An opinion that seemed to be shared by his ghost kids, if their happy expressions and the lights in their eyes seemed to be any indication.

"Oh my God, I think this guy might actually be my favorite animatronic out of the entire Glamrock Band!" Gabe exclaimed with more excitement than he typically displayed. "He seems like a really chill guy, he sounds super smart, he probably takes the safety of the kids here probably more seriously than any other animatronic…everything about Glamrock Freddy is just amazing!"

"You WOULD be saying that about a Freddy animatronic, wouldn't you?" Jeremy asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Is he wrong, though?" Fritz pointed out. "Glamrock Freddy IS a pretty cool guy. Heck, as someone who's obsessed with Foxy, I'd probably have Freddy as my favorite animatronic if THIS was the first Freddy I ever met."

"He definitely deserves to be the leader of the Glamrock band, that's for sure!" Susie declared happily.

Liz was also pretty happy with Glamrock Freddy's demeanor, but the enthusiasm was tempered by one problem. "He didn't seem to know anything more about what happened to Glamrock Bonnie than Monty Gator," she pointed out. "We still don't know what caused him to get decommissioned in the first place, or if we can really be sure if that problem was actually solved like Monty Gator claimed."

"We just don't really have enough information to take major action on anything," Mike admitted with a mental sigh. "I certainly didn't see anything like a monster capable of destroying an animatronic, if that's even what happened. And if Glamrock Bonnie's destruction was because of a programming error or virus, none of the other Glamrocks or even the other animatronics like the Daycare Attendant as Eclipse seemed to demonstrate any signs of that. Heck, for all we know, Glamrock Bonnie might've just slipped on a puddle of soda and fallen over the guardrails into the waters of the Gator Golf's fake swamp."

Charlie shook her head. "And some of the biggest reasons why we were able to convince Fazbear Entertainment's management to make so many major changes were because we had concrete, obvious evidence of flaws, logical arguments for why they were flaws, and more often than not potential solutions to correct them. None of those are true here."

"If we find evidence that whatever caused Glamrock Bonnie's decommissioning is going to be a problem for the future, we can bring it up with the staff," Mike concluded. "But until then, there's not much we can do about that particular mystery apart from keep our eyes peeled and our ears open."

His children reluctantly nodded and made various expressions of agreement, knowing that there wasn't much they could do on that particular front. Still, apart from that dark lining, the Schmidts couldn't help but feel optimistic about the Glamrock animatronics. There were plenty of ways that animatronic sentience could go horribly wrong (one only needed to look at the Terminator movies for proof of that), but it didn't seem like any of the Glamrocks had developed any homicidal, vicious, or even "merely" nasty tendencies from what they could tell. All of them seemed genuinely happy to perform for the children, and all of them seemed to take their safety seriously.

"Can we go walk around and see the animatronics in the other parts of the Pizzaplex?" Susie asked. "I wanna see what they do in places like Monty's Gator Golf and the Superstarcade!"

"That's a good idea," Mike agreed, getting up from his table. "Let's see how they behave in environments outside of the Atrium."

The Schmidts began walking (or flying) around the Pizzaplex, making their way through the different wings and attractions to watch the animatronics. They watched as Glamrock Freddy supervised several children playing on the arcade games in the Fazcade, congratulating them whenever they won and offering words of comfort whenever they lost. They watched as Roxanne Wolf bowled alongside the kids in Bonnie Bowl, encouraging them to score the highest they possibly could and even rolling a few bowling balls herself. They watched as Glamrock Chica gave out exercise tips to kids in the Mazercise and escorted a few groups of them through the maze, helping them find their way from one entrance to the other as quickly as possible. And they watched as Monty Gator joined a few kids in his Gator Golf attraction, engaging in some playful competition to see who could get the best golfing score.

"Whoa, kid!" Monty Gator gently but firmly grabbed hold of a kid who was trying to climb over the guardrail and reach out to touch one of the metal alligators in the swamp. "You can't just be climbing over the rails like that. You could get hurt, or at the very least get really wet if you fall into the swamp!"

"Awww!" the kid whined as he was forced to let go of the rail and climb back down onto the safe ground. "I just wanted to touch one of the gators!"

Monty chuckled. "I'm technically a gator, kid," he pointed out. "And as long as you don't come anywhere near my mouth, I'd rather you hang out with me than them."

The kid sighed but surrendered as they continued with their golfing session, with the Schmidts watching from the distance.

"Honestly…everything looked pretty good, from what I could tell," Susie remarked. "They all seemed like they got along pretty well with the kids."

"Yeah," Cassidy agreed. "And they all seemed pretty happy with their jobs, not just Glamrock Freddy."

"And from Monty Gator showed us just now, they all take the safety of the kids seriously," Liz added. "That kid would've fallen right into the swamp like a total idiot of he wasn't there!"

"I…don't really know what to think," Gabe admitted. "Everything seems like it's going great in the Pizzaplex. And that makes me nervous, because it almost feels like things are too perfect. Part of me is expecting something to go wrong at any moment."

"Well, there's Glitchtrap to deal with, so things going wrong is an inevitability," Mike reminded him. "It's important that, unless we find something blatantly obvious like Glitchtrap's possession victim wearing that demented bunny mask today, we don't include Glitchtrap in the list of things that could go wrong. And keep in mind, Gabe, there were a lot of things that DID go horribly wrong with the creation of the Pizzaplex. It's just that we fixed pretty much all of them in the months leading up to this."

"I guess you're right," the former Freddy inhabitant acknowledged. "It's just that usually whenever things go THIS smoothly, there's always a problem that comes up sooner or later."

"You're right to worry about potential problems," Mike reassured him, "But at the same time, you don't want to get overly paranoid, either. That'll ruin your nerves, mess with your head, and might cause you miss the ACTUAL problems if you chase after the ones that don't exist."

Gabe sighed and smiled at his father. "Yeah, Dad, you're right," he acknowledged.

"We'll stay here and keep an eye on things for the next few hours," Mike promised. "But at the risk of tempting fate, I think for once, a Fazbear Entertainment establishment is off to a good start."

And indeed, for the rest of the time they spent at the Grand Opening, not a single major problem reared its ugly head. The Schmidts stood vigil over different areas of the Pizzaplex at a time, but they could do so under peaceful and less stressful conditions. They would maintain their surveillance and guard up for the next several hours, until the Glamrocks finished one of their concerts in the afternoon and would be returning to their Green Rooms for a break for an hour…which the Schmidts took as their cue to leave.

"Thank you very much for coming!" Glamrock Freddy called out to their adoring audience from the stage. "We truly enjoyed performing for you and celebrating the Grand Opening of the Pizzaplex! For those of you who are choosing to stay, we will be rejoining you all in about an hour. And for those of you who are leaving now, we hope you enjoyed your stay and invite you to just us again next time!"

The audience of children in the Main Atrium exploded into cheers that was probably loud enough to be heard all throughout the Pizzaplex, and Mike allowed himself a smile. For the first time, he could actually see the vision that Henry Emily had intended for the Freddy Fazbear franchise when it had first come into existence. A place where children could enjoy themselves and have fun alongside their favorite animatronic mascots, untainted by the tragedies and depravities of William Afton. And from the nostalgic and wistful smile on Charlie's face, he knew that his eldest daughter was experiencing the same thoughts and feelings that he was.

For the time being, at least, they had successfully managed to curb Fazbear Entertainment's vices and correct the failings that had resulted from those vices. Now, it was up to them to make sure Fazbear Entertainment didn't slip back into old habits once the excitement over the Grand Opening had passed, keep vigilant until Glitchtrap reared his ugly head…and make sure to deal with him once and for all before he could cause anything remotely close to the devastation he had unleashed as William Afton the first time around.

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A/N: And that's the Grand Opening wrapped up, everyone! Things have gone surprisingly well, all things considered! The Glamrock animatronics, at least on the surface, don't demonstrate any obvious or concerning character flaws, and the Schmidts don't have anything they have to seriously complain about.

Of course, that doesn't mean that everything's perfect, nor does it mean that everything's going to remain in a relatively ideal and peaceful state forever. Fazbear Entertainment can and probably would slip back into its old corrupt ways if the Schmidts didn't keep them accountable, the mystery of Glamrock Bonnie's decommissioning is still a giant question mark the Schmidts aren't any closer to answering…and of course, there's Glitchtrap lurking in the background.

I'm not sure how many filler chapters I will add before we get to the actual Security Breach arc and introduce Gregory and Vanny into the mix. Depends on how much time I have to do appropriate research for Security Breach.

But until then, I hope you all enjoyed the successful launch of the Mega Pizzaplex's Grand Opening!