His Formidable Return {Glamrock Freddy x Reader}

Chapter 21

Just a few minutes left before the hour after midnight.

You didn't talk to Freddy, nor anyone else for the matter—you headed straight towards the Main Atrium, eyeing the location to see if anyone was around. But the emptiness was eerie despite the still-lively atmosphere of the Pizzaplex after hours. You darted to the right—yeah, Roxy's Raceway.

In fairness, the raceway was now free of any signs of construction after finally fixing that sinkhole. The area was well-kept, and—pitifully—only one staff bot was sweeping the floor of an entire raceway.

You headed over to the gear rack where doors lined up to one side, some locked—and some were not.

He instructed you to meet him here, but he didn't really specify which place... right?

Inevitably, standing out in the open was putting you on your wit's end. but you were in luck, just a few meters away was a party room solely in Roxy's Raceway. A big room with tables and chairs, supplies and party equipment still inside. There were two doors on both ends, and both were presumably unlocked. Reason to this was probably cause maintenance ALWAYS forgets their keys and the convenience of access thereof contributed to what efficiency existing in the location.

Of course, its always at the expense of security.

Cost trade-offs—one must give something up in favor of the other.

Then again, did Bonnie explicitly told you where exactly you'll find him? No? well then, hopefully he could spot you in here.

And so—the waiting game began.

Considering you were not the most patient of sorts, you needed to have something on your mind or a task to do to speed up time—hypothetically. You felt around for the journal, the matted surface slightly rough against your fingers.

Flipping to a certain page, you decided to read more of what this journal entails. Well, if its inside Vanny's uh... rooftop room? Then there must be something substantial.

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Entry No. 87

After meeting with Edwin, I found out something not so shockingly true. The mimic1 program—well, the robotized edition recipient of the program was able to mimic actions and words, not to mention voices—of various organic and inorganic entities. However, it pains me to see such wasted potential as a children's toy. Nonetheless, I did a few more digging than I should have bargained for. Turns out, there was another. The mimic2. I suppose I should grant credit when it is due, the first program exists in a 4physical entity, yet the other? was part of the system. The mimicry of operations and programming finesse makes labor easier for the underpaid plebs in this establishment. Artificial Intelligence, they say? But it is without a doubt that advancement alone cannot flourish without someone to manipulate its progression behind closed doors. I ought to continue further research about this subject matter. Should Edwin finally grace me with the information regarding its programming markup and—million string worth programming lines, I'll be more than pleased to... tweak it as fitting. Edwin shouldn't shoulder the entire credit; there's always some people behind him working without recognition. Henry, were you a part of this? Surely, the physical manifestation of that thing was your doing, was it not? If so, how and why... am I left in the dark? What they didn't know... was that this prodigy of a program they formed—was mimicking me all along. It'll be here, everywhere, and the upcoming Pizzaplex will be its home once that pushover... Arnold was his name? Returns Fazbear Entertainment properly to the custody of the soon-to-be-erected Pizzaplex... with or without approval.