The Dead Don't Love (Springtrap x FNiA) [Rewrite]

Chapter 3: Settling In

The girls all entered the old pizzeria to take a look around. It was understandably dark, since the building hadn't had any power run through it in decades. The partners both pulled out their phones and flipped on their flashlights to make their way through the unlit corridors.

As they walked through the halls, they saw old children's drawings, decorations covered in dust and mold, and posters torn and falling off the walls.

"Um, what was this place? It looks so old-" Chica asked.

"According to the guy we bought it from, it was a family restaurant called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, and it was built back in 1993, but closed down in 1995 because of conspiracies and suspicions surrounding the franchise. You know, this place was actually what you girls are based on."

"What do you mean by that? Like, it's where y'all got the idea?"

"No. What I mean is, you girls aren't the first Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and Mangle. Freddy Fazbear's was the original, and their animatronic crew was much different from you girls."

"Wait- We aren't the originals? So, there are other us' out there? And how were they different?"

"Well, they're not around anymore. They've been gone for a very long time. And they were different because they weren't designed for the exact purpose that y'all were. They didn't have any AI, and they couldn't actually cook food are talk to guests, or any of that stuff. All they could do was stay on stage and perform preprogrammed shows."

"No wonder the places closed. That sounds boring as hell" Freddy commented. "Well, remember, this was back in the 80's and 90's" Jessica reminded her.

"So, what about the suspicions you mentioned? Why did the place close?" Chica inquired.

"Well, there were several incidents that happened in the restaurants. There was one where a kid got his head bit off by one of the mascots, and another where a day shift guard got his head bit off by the original Mangle-" Mangle squeaked "- and the biggest of them all, five kids were simultaneously reported missing after someone was spotted luring them backstage with a mascot costume from an even older location."

Nobody said a word. How did any parent bring their kid to a place with that kind of history?

Everyone stopped when they came across a large open area. The ceiling was riddled with holes, beams of sunlight breaking through providing a small amount of light to the building. There were old wooden tables placed in an array along the room, their table cloths torn and falling off. On one side of the room there was a stage with bright red curtains half-drawn, revealing a dirty backdrop of a blue sky with clouds and a sun. On the other side of the room was an entrance to two hallways, and to the left of them was a double door with circular windows on each side. To the right of the hallways was another, smaller stage with purple curtains embroidered with a starry pattern. On the far end of the room, directly across from where the girls stood, was a half open door labeled "Employees Only" leading to a dark room. Chairs were strung all across the room, some broken or knocked over, and some still sitting neatly against the tables.

The place was, in a word, haunting. Foxy stepped forward and stood in front of the larger stage, analyzing it with her sharp yellow gaze. "Aye, where do ya think they put the ol' bots?" She asked.

"My best guess is that they were thrown in storage or something when the place closed down." Jessie said. "Let's split up and take a look around."