A New Start
Prologue

Theyear was 1997. It'd been ten long, long years since the murders andThe Bite. The majority of the rumors and panic surrounding thedreadful events that took place near and on that day had long sincepassed, though some acrimony had still remained. If you were to asksomeone, anyone, about Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, they would mostlikely respond with “That place where that guy got bit?”or “The joint where those kids disappeared?”. Despite thecompany’s best attempts at covering it up, it seemed that thefranchise was doomed to be known more for those deaths than itsupbeat and welcoming pizzerias. Some folks even said that the spiritsof those children still haunted the place. What a joke. Even the newpizzeria a few miles away didn't seem to be doing all that well!

However,none of this mattered to Scott.

Yousee, Scott was what you’d call a “Fazbear Fanatic”. Heabsolutely loved everything that the franchise stood for. Aside fromthe murders and Bite, of course. He loved the restaurant, the bubblystyle of its decor and advertising, even the excessive alliteration.“Freddy Fazbear”. Really rolls off the tongue, doesn’t it?

Hisfriends didn't think so. They thought he was weird, perhaps even afreak at times. It certainly didn't help that his room was adornedwith countless posters from the original restaurant, some obtainedfrom the internet and others in more... shady ways –breaking into the old condemned restaurant and nicking some postersfor example.

Butwhat he loved most of all were the animatronics. That was where hisfriends started to get concerned. They wondered – What did he seein those bots? As far as they knew, they were nothing but a bunch ofcreepy hunks of plastic and metal. And God forbid you were unluckyenough to be at the restaurant after hours...

But they could say what they wanted about the restaurant’s and theanimatronics' bad reputations, but Scott thought that the bots therewere really rather revolutionary, even despite their “quirks”! Noother restaurant, or any establishment of the sort, had anythingremotely as advanced as the pizzeria’s animatronics. They couldtalk, sing, and even interact with the patrons to an extent! It wastruly, truly wonderful! Until, y'know...

Yeah.

Theywere thrown out, discarded, left to rot in spite of thefew whimsical months they served in the pizzeria. It was as if noneof what good they did mattered. And it was all that murderer's fault!However...

“Oneman's trash is another man's treasure,” Scott said with a wide,silly grin as he ran his hand through his rather thin, dark brownhair. He still couldn't believethe absolute bargainhe got from the junkyard owner when he offered to buy, wait for it,the four Toy Animatronics! To think, for the past ten years, they hadbeen lying about in that junkyard, gathering dirt and grime and allmanner of filth! They were even still in working order! Now, therethey were, lying in his living room. Perhaps the reason for Scott'sbargain was that the Owner wanted to be rid of the dirty things assoon as possible. Still, $50 dollars was definitely more than asteal!

Regardless,this was why, at this very moment, in his very own home, he wasstanding before the slumped forms of the three main “toys” –Toy Bonnie, Toy Freddy, and Toy Chica. The Mangle, whom he preferredto call Toy Foxy, lay in a literal mess a few feet away. Much unliketheir condition only a few hours ago, the three toys almost seemedlike new. Excluding their still faded paint, they were as clean andpresentable as could be! Scott counted himself lucky that none ofthem were damaged, either from their stay at the junkyard or by thedeliverymen who brought them to his house, or he'd have had a realjob on his hands. This was why he had decided to put off the task ofrebuilding Toy Foxy until later.

“Welp,”Scott began, speaking to nobody in particular. “This is it. Themoment of truth!”he exclaimed before grabbing the arms of Toy Bonnie and, with somedifficulty, hoisting up the lifeless bot. Gently, carefully,cautiously,he laid the bot down on the carpet face-first. Producing ascrewdriver, he opens a panel in the back of the bunny's head toreveal a mess of wiring and metal. The back of the endoskeleton.Scott had made all of the preparations earlier – Cleaning,reconnecting wires, all o' that. All he had to do now was to flipthis switch, and his best bunny buddy would spring to life!

Flick....Flick. Flickflickflickflickflick.

Scottfound himself... confused. This should have been working. Why-- Whywasn't it working?! Frowning, he checked his wrist watch.

11P.M.

Witha strong whap,Scott facepalmed.

Ofcourse. They go dormant from closing time until midnight! And“closing time” was four hours ago!, heshouted to himself. He groaned both in disappointment and discomfort,standing up and stretching a bit. Only now did the impact of thecurrent time hit him. With a yawn, it was only then that he realizedthat he was tired.More than tired – exhausted.

Workingon robots all day does that to you,he supposed.

Aftera bit of thinking, Scott figured that he'd just have to replace a way toremove that program tomorrow. Or, alternatively, he could modify hissleep schedule so that he'd be alert enough to test the bots atmidnight. Regardless of his choices for the future, he figured thathe needed to get some sleep for now. After making sure that theswitch in the back of the animatron's head was set to off – thedownward position is off, right? Probably. – he reattached thesmall panel and yawned. He then turned and headed off to thebathroom, where he planned to have a nice, warm bath. Nearly an hourlater, he exited said room, fully refreshed and relaxed. As he madehis way through the living room on the way to bed, he took one lastlook at the inactive animatronics. They blankly stared forward, jawshung open as they smiled upon a nonexistent crowd of children withtheir rosy, faded cheeks. Scott could only chuckle, still notbelieving his luck as he made his way up the stairs toward hisbedroom.

Whatdid he see in those bots?

Witha clap-clap, all of the lights in the house were simultaneouslyturned off and the bedroom door could be heard opening and closing.Immediately after, two more lights switch on. Two small, bright-greenLEDs from within the living room. Following that, shuffling andwhirring could be heard.

Really,what did he see in those bots?