Book of One Shots

Fallen Blood, FNAF

Summary: So what if Bill Alana (the current CEO of Fazbears Entertainment, the fill in for Henry Cecal, and Phone Guy's [I call him Joe McHaels in these stories] best friend), couldn't wait for the ad to publish? What if he took Joe's last night? Mentions Bill's alcoholism, swearing, blood, a few other gorish [is that even a word] things, and mentions death.

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Bill Alana knew that something was wrong when he never heard from Joe McHaels that morning. Bill felt sick to his stomach, especially when Maya Richards (the chef of police) asked him to come down to the Niagara Street location where Joe was working.

'Oh please God, don't let him be dead...' Bill thought, horrified. When he got there, he immediately knew the situation was bad. Especially if the brand new chief of police, Maya Richards, was there. Bill gulped down the nerves as the night janitor was talking to some policemen.

Maya was writing in her book, talking to another policeman. There were no fire crew nor no ambulance. Bill didn’t know whether to be relieved - or scared out of his wits. As he parked his brown Honda, he turned off the engine and walked over to Maya. The policeman walked away from her as Bill approached.

“Miss Richards...” Bill greeted, solemnly.

“We meet again, Mr. Alana.” Maya stated, closing her book and putting it into her pocket. “Though I wish the circumstances were different.”

Bill decided to cut to the chase as he started to ask, “Is he...?”

Maya gestured for him to follow her, which he did after stepping over the ‘Do Not Cross’ police tape. The two walked to the security office and Bill saw that there was a small pool of blood and a trail leading out of the office, to the right side towards the kitchen.

“He may still be alive, we don’t know.” Maya confessed, shrugging. “But after a clean search of the building, we didn’t find anything.”

“Not even after checking the backroom?” Bill questioned.

Maya was about to answer when a young police officer came in behind them.

“Miss Richards, there is a phone call outside for Mr. Alana.” The officer told them.

“I’ll take it in here.” Bill replied, walking away from the scene. As he took the phone, he knew who it was going to be before he even said a word. But he started to say, “Hello? Bill Alana, CEO of Fazbear’s Entertainment...”

“Is he dead?” A familiar British accent asked, sounding so cold and sinister.

Bill automatically paled. That was William Afton, the partner of Henry Cecal. Although he had been arrested in the past for suspicion of child murder, he was never convicted. He skipped town and came back in the recent months. His demur towards Bill was always so cold, so...sinister. The way he was talking right now made Bill so mad. He could tell right away that William didn’t care if Joe was alive or dead, so long as he made out any check cheaply.

“He’s missing, sir.” Bill corrected, trying to keep his anger in check.

“Then I should run the ad?” William asked, sounding bored. “We’re going to need someone to watch the place.”

“Then I’ll do it and then you can ram my check up your ass!” Bill hissed as he slammed down the phone, capturing Maya’s attention.

“What was that about?” She asked, raising an eyebrow.

“This might be my last night as CEO. And as my last night, I’ll rescue Joe.” Bill promised, walking out of the restaurant.

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