Underneath the Mask: A Five Nights at Freddys Story

Chapter Eighteen

"You....." I swallowed, the color draining from my face.

The lights flickered on. The man. His fur coat traced the ground.

"What are you doing here?" Roxy exclaimed.

"I could ask you the same." He chuckled, leaning against the stove, whistling.

"Just answer the damn question!" I yelled at him, getting ticked off.

"Looking for you." He answered.

I felt like it was a lie but he looked so sure of it, as if it had to be true. So, surprisingly I believed him.

"Can you answer my question now?" He smiled again, licking his lips.

We stiffly nodded.

"We're looking for our friends." Roxy told him the truth, well.....sort of the truth.

"You mean them?" He spun around pointing at the door behind him.

"Kyle and Zander." Alex sternly said.

"Those losers." The man said, slightly laughing.

"Shut up." I snapped.

"Now tell me, why did you come here in the first place?" He looked up at me.

"Because, Kyle's dad almost died, thanks to these stupid robots." Skylar jestered to the pile of robotic limbs that belonged to Mangle and Balloon boy.

"You mean my robots?" He asked, raising his left eye brow.

"Your the owner?" Roxy looked from him to the door behind him.

"Yes, I created them." He smiled proudly.

"So you know Kyle's dad's injury shut down your business?" I exclaimed, crossing my arms.

"Of course! At first I thought having no night gaurd would help with business and just to keep people from dying. Then I found out that other resturaunts wanted the secret to making the robots that I make. I even heard someone was remaking Freddy and Foxy!" He yelled.

"So you kidnapped the birthday boy at that party?" Roxy gulped.

"That was never my intention. He saw me control Mangle. He knew too much. So I killed him and stuffed him into a suit." He explained this.

Suddnly I heard a large creak. The man didn't bother to turn around, he contiued.

"So, there was another remake somewhere else in the United States. Can't remember where or if it's still open, all I know, is that mine were the best and still are the best ever made." He smiled.

That's when Zander swung the frying pan down over his head, slamming into his face and skull, a loud gong like noise echoed through the walls and the 'purple' guy collapsed to the floor.