Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 1: Forewarned

In a second story apartment the light from an old TV kept a small living room dimly lit. Cracks of light slipped through the blinds covering the window, but didn't add much to the dull atmosphere. It was early in the morning, hardly past nine o'clock. The only noise was coming from the television. The sole occupant, a man, of the apartment was watching it, dressed in a baggy shirt and boxers. He was only partly paying attention. He only began paying any real attention when a familiar name was dropped, causing him to give pause as he poised to take a drink from a soda. It was a name that he personally wanted to forget.

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, a name that's both infamous and cherished by our town of Hurricane Utah." A reporter in his later twenties, stubble beginning to form on his chin, and glasses perched keenly on his nose, began as he sat next to the anchor woman in the Hurricane news station. The woman next to him was hiding it well, but her worn face was showing hints of apprehension about what they were reporting. In her middle aged years, it was something she'd remember well, and worried about for good reason.

A blunt snort came from the man, around his mid-thirties as well, whilst he rolled his eyes, "And cherished, yeah, sure, why half the town acts like it's taboo to talk about it."

"So it goes without saying that the town has mixed feelings about the rights to Fazbear's entertainment being bought up yet again."

The abrupt, and unexpected, news caused a spit take from the viewer. Jaw hanging open and speechless he stared in utter disbelief as the news anchor continued, "And this, just a little over a year, after the last attempt to breathe life into franchise with "Fazbear's Fight" ended up in flames, when night guard Isaac Vargas lit fire to building. The then thirty-two-year-old confessed to his crime and served reduced time. This time however, the franchise will be returning to its family friendly pizzeria roots. The new owner of the franchise Herald Griffith claims he wants to keep things as close to the original restaurants as possible, while updating necessary things. To help ease the worries of those who still recall the missing children incident and the bite of eighty-seven."

"Pft, missing right," Isaac muttered to himself dully as he gave a slow burning glaring to the picture of the new Fazbear franchise owner-that had appeared onscreen upon his mention. He clenched his coke can tensely, a growl rising in his throat, "over thirty years and this place is still in fucking denial."

"And now we go to T.J Matteson for thoughts from the streets." The news anchor stated. The screen switched over to another reporter who was interviewing a random citizen. Whatever they were saying was drowned out by the sound of a soda can being crumpled.

"The fucking idiots." Isaac growled tossing the empty coke can onto the ground before storming to his bedroom. He had to at least try to stop this. Before they woke up something they shouldn't.

Herald Griffith was sitting at his desk in the manager's office of the future pizzeria, though calling it an office right now was a bit much. Aside from the cheap temp desk he was using and the chair he was sitting on there wasn't much in the room. The walls were bear, yet to be painted. The floor was dusty from the construction of the building around him. Boxes lay strewn about the room full of supplies to finish the near done construction, and items waiting to be unpacked. He wasn't alone in the office two other men were with him. One being his head mechanic, whom was to manage the care of the animatronics, and a man avid as he was about the reviving. He namely served of an informant of sorts, finding out leads about where they could get some legitimate Fazbear items. Busy as he was digging up stuff he often called in about things, leading him to be called "the Phone Guy".

His feelings towards the nickname were undecided. It depended on whether it was used in a teasing tone or not really.

"We've gotten some great finds. With some polish I'm sure the parts we found will lower the costs of rebuilding the animatronics." The Phone Guy stated, as he looked at a list that he'd typed up of items that they had recovered. To be certain he looked over to the robotics mechanic next to him.

Catching the look, the man nodded in confirmation, "Yeah, it'll be cut…" he tilted his head up causing him to look at the bland concrete ceiling, "to about half the cost maybe? I'll know for sure when I get a good look at the parts you guys found."

"You can look at the parts right away." Herald stated while motioning casually towards the area were the animatronics parts were kept. The mechanic nodded. Herald looked back over to Phone Guy, "Have you found out anything else?"

"With what we have, we'll have Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Mangle, Balloon Boy and the Puppet," The manager nodded accordingly to the list. Phone Guy glanced at him briefly before continuing, checking his boss's expression, "while it'd cost too much to have the classic bunch and the toy versions running, for now…"

"For now." Herald echoed, hopefully if things went well they'd be able to add the cuter toy versions to the cast. If they did, then they'd really be able to bring in costumers. The toy versions were updated models, leading to their parts being more expensive and at the cost of durability. So the classics it was.

The Phone Guy nodded, "But, what about another possible animatronic? One that is hopefully in one piece."

"I'd say go on." Herald answered with a faint echo of amusement in his tone and expression. While the mechanic didn't seem to share in his little joke. The Phone Guy seemed slightly amused, though possibly because of the interest, and continued,

"You recall Fazbear's Fright, correct?" Both the mechanic and his boss nodded. "Well, the building is unstable after the fire. So town hall is going to have it torn down. Not only do I think we can salvage some parts, but they had an animatronic." Phone Guy grinned when he saw Griffith's yes widen at the prospect, he knew his boss would like this.

"Which one was it?" The mechanic next to him asked, scratching his stubble covered chin, "Bonnie, Chica, Freddy, Foxy, the Puppet…" he held a moment, not really thinking the next one would be it but went ahead listed it anyway, "Balloon Boy?"

"Bonnie basically." The Phone Guy stated with a slight grin, showing that he knew something the others likely didn't know.

As expected the mechanic scrunched his brow together, catching is tone and expression but failing to figure out what he meant. Giving in the mechanic confusedly asked, "Okay, what do you mean by basically?" He blinked with a sudden idea, quickly adding, "Is it a different model from the purple one?"

Nodding that he was correct the Phone Guy grinned, eager to announce his find, "It's one of the originals, it's Spring Bonnie." He creased his brow downward looking at the paper he was holding, "Or Spring 'trap' as they had decided to call it. Renamed it to sound scarier I guess." He shrugged it off, "Anyway, if we can manage to get permission from whoever we need it from, mayor or the demolition company, then we go in and find it. At least the endoskeleton should still be whole." He flipped through his papers, "They also had parts of…"

The Phone Guy's voice drifted off as he heard a swell of commotion from behind himself. At first it was low confusion, but soon he heard a demanding yell accompanied by upset uproar. He looked over his shoulder, causing the mechanic to mimic him in matching confusion. A moment after looking to see what was going on a guy stormed into the office. He had an expression that read he was thoroughly pissed off about something. Considering what they were trying to bring back, all three immediately had an idea what it was about. They'd gotten letters in the past, but this was the first time that someone had stormed into their location. Phone Guy and Herald had faintly worried about this happening, but threw it off as an over exaggerated worry. Yet here they were.

Behind him, Phone Guy could see a few of the construction workers trailing the intruder in an aggravated manner. To avoid a fight Phone Guy made a motion for them to stay out, they thankfully complied. The sounds of swears and yelling were still heard; however, as the mechanic blocked the man off. He held his hands up to show he didn't want a fight, "Woah, what's with you, you just can't-"

The significantly shorter Hispanic man didn't falter in his aggression, pointing to the mechanic sharply, teeth bared, "Back off, I'm here to give a piece of my mind to your boss. Move aside or I'll deck you."

Keeping his hands up the mechanic backed down. He was the bigger guy, taller and more built than this man, but he was by no means a fighter. If anything he'd rather avoid confrontation, but he would try and hold the man back if he did attack. Giving a brisk nod with a submissive grin, the mechanic carefully moved aside from the man's warpath. The intruder gave the older man a look over before continuing forward to the desk, where Herald was sitting apprehensively.

The Phone Guy gave the mechanic a disapproving look, to which the man flashed an apologetic grin before the two looked to the intruder as he began to speak. As he did the Phone Guy couldn't help but notice he looked familiar…

"Herald Griffith?" The man questioned the older gentleman, voice stiff, his eyes scrutinizing every visible inch of him like he was looking at garbage.

Not wanting to bend under the angry glare Herald answered evenly, "That's me yes."

"Good, just making sure I'm gonna be yelling at the right guy." The man stated heatedly as he placed both of his hands on his desk. Herald open his mouth to remark but the intruder spoke quicker and with more force, "stop trying to bring back Freddy's now."

The force of his words was enough to leave the room shocked. The tone was downright commanding. Phone Guy and the mechanic stared at the man. While Herald, once he regained himself, was insulted by the audacity. "What gives you the right to tell me what to do with what I own?" He demanded.

The man seemed to ignore the owner's words and continued with his demanding tone, this time looking from Herald to the two others. "All three of you should just leave this alone." He looked from one to the next, to the next, letting a brief pause hang in the air. Speaking again, words steeled even more than before, and this time with warning, "There's a reason why Freddy's kept shutting down, and you idiots should follow the example."

His words left a foreboding feeling in the air. It was true, for one reason or another the Fazbear franchise had an infamous reputation for shutting down. Especially the later iterations, each version shut down quicker than the last. Fazbear's Fright didn't even get to open before it was burned down. Recalling this, Phone Guy to finally recognize their intruder. He let out a gasp of realization drawing the man's attention. Who looked at him critically.

"You're Isaac Vargas!" The Phone Guy exclaimed pointing at the interloper. The others looked at him with negatively new perspective. Giving Isaac a bad look the Phone Guy narrowed his eyes, "You're the one that burned down Fazbear's Fright!" He motioned to the two others in the room then himself, "Why should we listen to a maniac that burned a whole building down?"

Isaac looked at his challenger with a narrowed yet even gaze. The accusation not bothering him, he had expected it. He huffed plainly, undaunted, "Yeah it was me, and I still don't regret burning that damn place down." Shifting his gaze away from the Phone Guy and back to the manager, Isaac leaned slightly forward on his desk, "Whether you're doing this for money or some nostalgic reason. I don't care. Leave this alone. It NEEDS to be left alone."

Herald Griffith looked at the younger man for a long moment. The force and warning behind his words was intimidating. There was no denying that. Herald had no doubt in his mind that the man could do him harm. However, not only did he have two others in the same room with him, he was also certain it wasn't Isaac's goal. It was very clear that he was trying to avoid something. What Herald didn't understand was what he was trying to prevent. What could possibly happen by reviving Freddy's? It was place where kids were supposed to have fun and make memories at. The franchise had a…checkered past yes, but it was also important to the town. Hurricane didn't have much besides Freddy's. The town needed it, without it the town was forgotten and passed by without a second thought.

"Let me ask you something." Herald began. Getting no denying words from Isaac he put his hands together on his desk, straightened his posture a little, and asked, "Why, do you want us to stop? You've made it very clear that something bad will happen, but what?" He looked right into Isaac's blue grey eyes, "It's not about the missing children. You would have mentioned that if you were upset about…"

Herald stopped speaking when Isaac started laughing with bitter amusement. The owner scrunched his brow at this, "What are you laughing about?"

Isaac shook his head, "You, this town." He pulled back from the desk motioning to everyone present with his hands, even out towards the construction workers, "everyone pretty much acts like it's taboo to talk about, but," He grinned in sad disdain, "everyone still sugarcoats what happened. Ever since I moved here…it's been like "kidnapped" was code word for murdered!" He let took a breath and swallowed his frustration, "but ranting isn't why I'm here."

The former night guard actor turned back to the owner's desk, "But it is part of the reason why I'm here. People die to this damn franchise, call it what you want, but let them rest. Or you're gonna wake up something you wished you left alone."

Isaac stiffened when he heard an incredulous laugh from behind him. He should have expected as much. Looking over his shoulder he saw the Phone Guy fighting back another laugh. In annoyed quietness Isaac waited for him to talk. Clearing his throat slightly the dirty blond grinned, "Sorry, thought it was our turn to laugh."

He chuckled while looking the guy's expression over to be sure he was serious, "Are you actually telling us you believe that Fazbear's is haunted? You actually believe those old rumors? Is that why you burned down Fazbear's Fright? Thought you saw a ghost? You know, people usually try exorcisms for that."

Phone Guy's amusement died when Isaac shot him a serious look. In the back of the Isaac's mind a haunting screech played out while he spoke, "You'd have done the same if you put up with what I did for a week." He looked at the owner, "I can already guess what you're going to do. Stay away from Fazbear's Fright, both you and your gophers."

Phone Guy stiffened at the insulting name, raising his hackles ready to snap a comment back but the robotics mechanic held a hand up. That was enough to get the blond to back down, albeit irately.

Isaac kept his eye contact with the owner, but Herald didn't back down. He exhaled, keeping eye contact with the man, "If that's the last of what you have to say." With a hand he motioned to the doorway, "You can leave." Isaac's eyes widened in disbelief and frustration. "If you don't I'll be forced to call the police."

Isaac stared at the owner in shock before he narrowed his eyes right back down, "You know what. Fine." He backed up, hands in the air as a sign he was conceding. "I'm through dealing with Fazbear bullshit." Isaac shot Herald Griffith a stone cold look, "When you have a real monster on your hands, when it's staring you down…whatever it does is on your hands. It's body count will be your body count."

With that Isaac turned on his heels and began walking out of his office, roughly huffing, "And when it does happen, don't come crying to me!"

Phone Guy looked to the mechanic who did a circle around the side while whistling. The stint got the Phone Guy to laugh a little until their boss called for their attention again.

"Alright then, back to business." His two workers nodded in agreement. Herald looked to the younger man, Phone Guy, "I'll do what I can to get permission to see the site. You get yourself and some helpers ready."

Phone Guy nodded, "You got it boss."

"And you," Herald Griffith continued looking to his mechanic, "get to looking at the parts I want a cost estimate by tomorrow."

"On it." The mechanic said before immediately walking out the doorway and heading to where the parts were being stored for the moment. Quickly all three went back to working on reviving the pizzeria, quickly dismissing the warning they'd be given.

Author's Note: I have a couple of other chapters for this, but I'll be posting them two weeks at a time to allow for further build up.

Some details of this fic:
-This will be a horror mystery, characters will die.
-The animatronics will follow their game portrayals so not talking.
-Some elements won't be exactly like the games but it will follow the overall general story

If you have any questions please feel free to ask.