Gary was running late for the meeting about the company's future. It had started at 1:00 p.m., and now it was 1:10 p.m. He entered the meeting room and was met with stares. He took a seat.

"Now, as I was saying, what's our next move?" the boss asked. She was always ready for action, especially since the last guy quit after the Pizzaplex burned down.

"Hang on, think about it," Gary said. "Fazbear Entertainment has tried nine locations, and bad things happened at each one, along with digital products that had bugs. Maybe the name Freddy Fazbear is cursed. I mean, the Bite of '83, the missing children, the Bite of '87, fires, and night guards going missing. Maybe we should rebrand from the ground up and acknowledge the bad things that occurred at our past locations." He didn't know if they would accept this idea.

"You know what... you're right. We should change the company."

What a relief! They accepted my idea.

"Hey, I have an idea," Fred said. "I've had some animatronic blueprints in storage for a while, and maybe we could use those for the rebranding."


"I can't believe we're back here," Gary said. He had spent five days at the Pizzaplex searching for salvageable items, but they finally found the animatronics.

"That took a bit." These four were in terrible condition, practically just endoskeletons. One animatronic was missing a head, another was missing a mouth, one was just the upper half, and one was missing the top part of its face and both eyes, alongside the rest of the damage.

After that, they went to the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It was just furniture and decorations, but they found a Freddy Fazbear from the 1990s.