TRTF: The Immortal Prophecy

Chapter 1: Another Victim

[august 17th 2031]

It was the 6th night of Blake's week as a night guard for Freddy Fazzy Funtime. This was him and his friends second attempt at bringing back the cheerful atmosphere that Fazbear Inc. establishments had, when Blake and his friends were younger. Their first attempt 15 years ago didn't end very well to say the least. Blake had been given a similar experience to what he had dealt with 15 years ago. The animatronics desperately trying to get in his office for whatever reason and possibly trying to attack him at times.

When Blake and his friends arrived to claim this abandoned location, his friends asked him if he wanted to cover being the night guard again. At first, he was hesitant due to his experience from the last time, but he didn't want to disappoint them so he agreed to be the night guard again.

Blake had a few different things to manage this time. He was able to recharge the power by holding down a lever, which was right below the camera display so he could charge it while looking at the cameras. There was a lever in the office that would cause super hot steam to be emitted in the hall in front of the office. Lastly, a locker he could use to hide in when they go right into the office.

The whole establishment was even messier then the last one. Black smudged spots all over the floor and walls. Lighting was dark and eerie, the arcade machines doing nothing more then emitting back-light on their screens; some are even flickering or not emitting back-light at all. Wires dangled from the ceiling, thankfully Blake and his friends foresaw the wires being like that and decided to put plastic electrical caps on all the live wires that were hanging. The lay out of the building was also kind of weird, but they had planed to renovate as soon as they have the money to do so.

Blake heard aggressive yells echoing through the building. His cameras kept going down one by one.

"Probably just some drunk guy, I'll try to help him get out."

Blake got out from behind the desk and went out to investigate the issue, to possibly escort the man out, before one of the animatronics got him. But then he saw that it wasn't a random drunk man. It was the Frankburt suit that his friends had found and brought in for the establishment.

It was similar to the other Frankburt animatronic from the TV showbiz line, except it was mostly gold colored. The original color scheme of skin tone, white on its face and hands, blue on the torso, black legs to look like pants, a black fedora with a red brim stripe and red cheeks.

It was also covered in red stains. At first his friends thought it was something like ketchup from some kid many years ago before the animatronic was decommissioned. But fresh liquid started to trail from its mouth. And because they're was more red coming out of it's mouth, Blake could only guess that it was blood and not old ketchup.

The animatronic charged after him laughing like a maniac.

"FinAlLy FoUNd YA YoU B-BB-BASTARd!", the gold colored animatronic yelled. It horrified Blake. It was like this thing was being controlled by an actual person, hell bent on vengeance. But Blake had never seen this animatronic in person, so, whatever it wanted, it was clearly going after the wrong person.

Blake considered running away but, since G.Frankburt was coming from the only way out, he would be immediately trapped. He ran back to the office and tried steaming him down with the steam lever to fry his circuits. It didn't work....

"Damn it!" Blake's last hope was the locker behind him. In a last ditch effort, he leapt into the open locker, thankful it didn't have a shelf he could hit his head on. He slammed the door just in time as the G.Frankburt suit came walking through the steam and into the hallway in front of his office.