The Williams Tragedy - A FNAF Fan-Fiction

Chapter 1 - Samuel Williams

 ["Sam's Workshop", 12/03/1992]

"They want WHAT now?!" Sam exclaimed.

"Yep. They put in an order for 50 Wind-up Weasels. Say that they're stock is selling out like crazy" Zack Marsels, the purchasing manager at Sam's Workshop, explained.

Sam scoffed, "They must be really desperate for any kind of stock if they want to order a Wind-up Weasel. They're not even a product we sell to the general public so how in the world did they know they exist? We only really sell them for personal use to friends and family as a cheap way of helping to entertain their kids".

Zack shrugged his shoulders, "No idea, boss. Then again, we did sell one of them to your old friend Henry, who works at Toy Town so maybe they caught wind that way".

Sam shook his head, "Doesn't matter. Contact them to inform them that those useless wind-ups are not for sale".

"If I may, boss, wouldn't it be wise to put them up for sale? With the right advertising and marketing, we could make a real profit off these things. After all, they are just taking up space in storage".

"Yeah, well that's because one of our manufacturers misheard a small quantity request and produced 80 instead of 18. Besides mine and Caleb's kids love them for some reason, so we have plenty of spares," Sam looked over Zack's shoulder to see his brother, Caleb walking towards him, "Anyways, seems like I have company".

Zack turned around and spotted Caleb approaching before turning back to Sam.

"Oh well, you're the boss and I trust you know what you're doing. Just have a think about my suggestion. It could very much be a life saver in the future".

"Will do Zack. If all else fails then I'll resort to your proposal, but only as a last resort. Don't want my business' reputation dragged down by those things".

Zack laughed, "Very well then, boss. See you around".

Zack turned and left the Sam's personal workspace, giving a small wave and greeting as he passed Caleb.

"He's got a point, little bro," Caleb said as he approached Sam, "Those devices of mass annoyance could make for quite the profit for your business if marketed right".

Sam walked over to a workbench at the far end of the room and begun studying some blueprints for his small, robotic butler project.

"You're here earlier than usual," Sam continued to flick through the blueprints, "It's not over an hour until my lunch break".

Caleb laughed "2 O'clock is way passed time for a lunch break, don't ya think? You must be starving yourself for your work".

Sam looked up at Caleb from his blueprints and rolled his eyes "Are we really going to go over this again? You should know that I like my lunch later than usual. Just how my body works".

"Whatever you say, little bro," Caleb said with a smirk.

"Anyways, what are you doing here Caleb? Aren't you still on working hours at Southwater Finance?"

"Nah, I handed my position as CEO to Ellaine Miller. Been planning to leave the business for a while so I've been training her up. Now she's as ready as ever to take the reins".

Sam looked at Caleb in bewilderment "You left? But you were doing so well there. You literally started up a successful finance company within a year. Most people don't make it past a few months let alone a year. Why would you leave such a successful business?"

Caleb laughed again "I know I know, but you know me brother. I'm a man with the magic touch that can't seem to make up his mind to what business he wants to run. However, I think I finally have the answer I've been seeking. The idea that'll quench my thirst once and for all!"