AN: Almost forgot about this!

Harry walked to the building with a yawn, having gotten up as soon as he could to head to his pizzeria…

Harry unlocked the doors, grabbing his tablet from the main desk and heading to his office to prepare for the day, bringing in new shipments and such, improving the place as much as he could. "What do you think Helpy?" He asked his small assistant, who grinned.

"Look's great boss!" Helpy said happily. "Oh, and I already ordered the shell for Molten Freddy!" Helpy added, as an image of a simple metal shell appeared, it was a basic shape, which would work with Molten Freddy's body type, being mostly wiring and metal, he could easily fit inside it.

"Thanks, I actually forgot about that…" Harry realised, as he opened the pizzeria up for the day, preparing for the chores as Molten Freddy joined him, crawling out of a vent.

"H-H-Hey there!" Molten greeted, springing back up after he fell onto the floor.

"Hey Molten, I'm just finishing up these Chores, then I'm gonna head home to rest, maybe go get some lunch." Harry greeted, waiting for the bulky and slow computer to finish loading his last few commands. "Wanna come with me? You should be able to fit inside my bag with Helpy." He asked, deciding not to ignore any potential possibilities.

"S-Sure-re-re-re!" He agreed, his body turning into a pile of wiring, which wrapped around his head, making him look like a very stringy Freddy head.

"Alright then." Harry grinned, as he put Helpy's tablet and Molten Freddy's head into his bag, putting it around his shoulder and heading out of the back entrance of the Pizzeria, heading to a subway nearby to get a sandwich.

Later

Harry sat at the table, eating his sub happily, before his tablet buzzed. He quickly retrieved it and looked at it. It was from his Pizzeria, saying that there was a customer demanding to see the manager. He gave a sigh, grabbing his bag and lunch, as he made his way back to the Pizzeria.

Later again

Harry finished off his sub, putting the rest into his bag carefully for later, and entered the Pizzeria in his official Manager suit, which was just a purple suit with a tie, with the words manager on the breast pocket.

"Listen sir, the manager will be here soon, and I'm telling you, there is no way that we are trying to steal your money by giving incorrect orders. Your son ordered five pizzas. We delivered four, and are currently making the fifth. We do not have the ready supplies to make five at a time." An employee told the customer, who was angrily demanding a refund.

"What's going on here? I was getting lunch." Harry asked, heading to the employee, who had apparently been a former night guard at an old establishment.

"Sir, this customer has been complaining that we are trying to steal his money, by giving incorrect orders. In reality we were preparing the Pizza's as we sent them out, so we were actually in the middle of preparing the last pizza when he tried to get a refund." The employee explained, honestly embarrassed that it had even happened.

Harry gave a sigh, before he stepped forwards, to explain things. "Our kitchens only hold a limited supply at a time to be readily used, that way we don't waste any. So no, we are not trying to steal your money." Harry explained, before the man snorted.

"I want to talk to the manager! Not some kid playing dress up!" The man demanded, before Harry frowned, the employee backing away.

"Sir, you can insult me, you can insult my employees, but you cannot imply that I am pretending to be the manager. I have been completely ignoring the guide that I was given, in order to make this Pizzeria enjoyable! These ingredients are fresh! The pizzas are handmade, not frozen, so they take time to make!" Harry said, his voice getting angrier and angrier. He then headed to his office to continue his lunch. "Jeremy, if he continues to complain, then just ask another employee to take your place, you've earned the break." He told the poor employee, who nodded.

In the office

Harry grumbled as he placed Helpy's tablet on his table, grabbing his lunch and placing Molten Freddy the other side of the table. "I knew this would happen eventually… I just didn't think it would be so soon…" He complained, taking a drink.

"W-What's-t's-t's-t's wrong-ong-ong-ong?" Molten asked, knowing something was wrong.

"It's just that this happened at every damn pizzeria in the past, Helpy looked it up for me. I figured that, hey, I just avoid the major issues and everything'll be fine! But no, a customer has to be impatient…" He groaned, finishing his drink.

"No matter what, the Fazbear complaints will always be there, no matter how many compliments there are around them." Helpy said, eating a digital cookie.

"Where did you get that?" Harry asked curiously.

"There was a website saying it used cookies, so I took one!" Helpy explained cheerily.

"That's not what it meant…" Harry muttered, face-palming.

"I know! I just wanted a cookie." Helpy explained, knowing that he was using logic that didn't work. "Anyway, the suit will be arriving tomorrow morning, so Molten can get to performing then!" Helpy announced, getting a grin from Harry.

That night

Harry stepped to around the back of the pizzeria, looking for any potential salvages, this time having gone to get some rest before doing so… "Let's see…" He muttered, looking around in the darkness.

After a few minutes of looking around, he found what looked like a golden rabbit suit, but it stuck something awful… Ah well, maybe he could clean it up a bit! He picked it up, taking it to the salvage room and taking note of the weight, it was almost human…

He placed it on the chair, grabbing the sheet and recording, getting ready for the salvage. "Helpy, prepare the tapes, get Molten in here as well, this one could be a problem…" Harry commanded, not taking his eyes off of the white spike that was in the place of the left arm…

"Got it boss!" Helpy said cheerily as he prepared the tape, with Molten Freddy entering the room and watching the rabbit carefully, seeming confused.

"Something wrong Molten?" Harry asked, noting the worried animatronic.

"Something-ing-ing-ing's not ri-i-i-i-i-ight..." Molten muttered, staying on guard…

"Well then, Helpy, start the tape." Harry said, sitting in his chair.

Harry took notes of each noise, holding the stun device in his hand carefully, just to be safe… After a few noises, the rabbit was sitting upright, staring right at him… "Right, I don't trust that." Harry said, poking the rabbit with the device, causing the room to light up, blinding everyone for a moment, once the light died down the rabbit was slouched again. "Much better… Right, let's finish this…" Harry muttered, getting back to work.

"Why do-o-o-o-o you keep saying right-ight-ight?" Molten asked curiously.

"It's a British thing, we can't do anything without saying 'Right,' and then getting up." Harry explained, finishing off the sheet carefully. "Ok, that's the Salvage done… Helpy, mind taking a look for something for me?" Harry asked, not taking his eyes off of the new animatronic.

"Sure boss!" Helpy agreed.

"Search your records for… AR-001 SB." Harry ordered, reading an almost completely ruined piece of fabric on the rabbit.

"You mean the Spring Bonnie?" Helpy asked, instantly finding it…

"I… Much prefer the name of… Springtrap." The Rabbit said in a smooth British tone, startling everyone.

"How is it talking?!" Harry asked in fear, scrambling back.

"Do calm down, I'm not going to attack you, although that was my original intention… If you would do me a favour, go outside and call for dear Elizabeth?" The Rabbit, or Springtrap, asked politely, sitting there calmly, looking around the room.

"Why?" Harry asked warily.

"Change of plan. We were going to kill you, and then slaughter everyone in the Pizzeria, but… Well, you befriended the former Funtime Freddy, I do believe that you can help her as well." He explained.

Harry carefully got up, leaving the room…

Once he was gone, Molten got in front of Springtrap.

"Afton-ton-ton-ton!" He growled angrily.

"Yes, Afton. That's my last name, you are correct." Springtrap agreed, amused by the animatronic.

"What-at-at are you planning?" Molten asked.

"As of now? Hmm… Save Elizabeth, find Henry, and then either try to redeem myself, which is unlikely, or have him burn me, which should kill me provided it is hot enough…" Springtrap decided, tapping his chin in a very human way.

Harry then returned, guiding a large clown-like animatronic, with a large claw arm and rollerskates on her feet, into the room carefully…

"Daddy? What are you doing…?" The animatronic asked, noticing Molten Freddy and flinching in fright, almost falling over due to her skates…