chrisgraves09

[chrisgraves09]

The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Chapter 6

>Chapter 6: No Longer The Same Anymore

It has now been a day ever since the unfortunate incident that transpired at Goldie's ParaDiner and things were beginning to turn for the worst as the mood and atmosphere began to gradually worsen, becoming increasingly dim and depressing. Mr. Fredbear is currently in his office filling out paperwork with only the sound of a clock ticking in the background fills the silent room. He maintained a solemn and neutral expression while performing the dull task, feeling the atmosphere get gloomy as the minutes progressed. The silence is then interrupted by a soft, yet audible knock on the office door.

In response, Mr. Fredbear's eyes shifted from the paperwork towards the office door and spoke up, "Come in," inviting whoever was on the other side of the door to enter. Vincent slowly entered with the door closing behind him. The two men remained silent the initial few seconds upon Vincent's arrival, before Mr. Fredbear decided to speak up first.

"So... what do you need?" He spoke out to Vincent with an inquisitive tone.

"I just wanted to see how you're doing, sir," Vincent replied with a solemn tone.

"I see," Mr. Fredbear nodded slowly, maintaining a calm and neutral demeanour as he processed the initial silence. Hearing his closest co-worker's words, his expression remained somber and composed as his voice carried a tinge of sorrow in it. "I'm doing somewhat okay, I suppose. Although, things have been difficult after the incident that happened yesterday," he continued quietly.

Without a word, Mr. Fredbear stood up from his office chair and started walking out of the office. "Vincent, come with me for a minute."

Vincent silently nodded as he followed him out and into the main dining area, but not before closing the office door shut behind them

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Mr. Fredbear and Vincent walked down the staircase into the underground basement where the incident took place, turning on the lights that illuminates the messy and dilapidated area. The room itself appears to have dried up blood stains splattered on the floor where the three deactivated animatronics are currently resting at and by the precise spot where Gron had got brutally mutilated within the yellow humanoid animatronic suit.

"Jesus... it just hurts to witness this," Mr. Fredbear spoke out quietly, expressing his grief and discomfort over the sight through a few heavy sighs. Vincent remained relatively quiet, silently observing Gron's mangled corpse inside the deactivated animatronic suit, as his body language carried a noticeable ease of tension.

With a sense of empathy and sorrow, Mr. Fredbear slowly spoke out to Vincent, his words carrying sympathy towards him. "I truly am sorry for what has happened. You and Gron were truly a remarkable team, the best we could've ever hired for the diner." Vincent stayed fairly quiet as he felt a single tear escape his eyes while he was reminiscing upon his close friendship with Gron.

"Gron has always been a source of light and comfort for me whenever I felt depressed. I will never forget the day we met and the times we shared together," he softly expressed, a few tiny tears trailing down his cheeks. "I do not believe I have the capacity to tell Lynda what has happened to him."

Mr. Fredbear swiftly looked back over towards Vincent and spoke out with a firm tone and expression. "Indeed, we should keep our lips sealed about this event. It would be best not to disclose this information to those we hold dear." Vincent's expression immediately shifted to mild confusion.

"What do you mean?" he asked, turning his head towards him.

"I mean that we should not tell anyone we know what happened to Gron. Especially not Lynda. It will not do anyone good to know about this terrible event," Mr. Fredbear asserted in a firm voice, "the consequences for this incident alone would likely lead to the eventual closure of the restaurant if this event gets made public. Not to mention, 'He' will definitely not be pleased if this diner were to go under due to this situation. We'll be in some deep shit if 'he' ever finds out what happened."

While Vincent was understandably pissed towards the grim situation the pair found themselves in, he ultimately responded and voiced his understanding. "In regards to the current issue at hand, we have a homicidal individual who invaded our diner and proceeded to brutally murder three young children. We will undoubtedly face an entire ordeal of trouble due to parents calling us of their children's whereabouts."

Mr. Fredbear, being well aware of the impending situation, decided to come up with an solution. "You're correct. The authorities in this area will indeed accuse us of the disappearances of the children that has occured, resulting in an investigation being conducted. So we're going to have to lock up this room and prevent anyone from accessing it without our permissions. This will include our employees as well, as it would be deemed of potential safety hazards due to this incident."

Vincent silently nodded in agreement before voicing out his inquiry. "If it's alright with you, may I request a few days away from work? I have been under a significant amount of stress already, and this situation with Gron has only further made it worse."

"You are more than welcome to take some time off from your duties," Mr. Fredbear spoke up with genuine concern, "I do understand what you're going through. Your co-workers and I will handle the heavy work for you."

"Thank you," Vincent softly spoke up with a sense of gratitude and a small smile growing on his face, "I appreciate your understanding and consideration. I'll be sure to take care of myself, knowing that y'all will handle the work is reassuring."

Sufficiently concluding their time down in the underground basement, Mr. Fredbear and Vincent made their departure from the room, locking up the room and sealing it off from access with the sole key that Mr. Fredbear carried with him, which he concealed into the desk drawer in his office. Following his farewell to his boss, Vincent waved goodbye with silent gratitude before making his way out of Goldie's ParaDiner and heading off into the afternoon.

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After making out of the diner, Vincent proceeded to proceed on his path as he walked along the busy sidewalk, making his way past stores and different establishments that lined up and decorated the area. As he stroll along through the afternoon streets, he soon comes across the Takaliken residence, his pace slowing as a sense of grief and sorrow suddenly begins to take its place inside of him once more. Once he had reached the premises of Gron's home, Vincent reluctantly approached the front door of the residence and stood before it. With a quiet sigh, he reached up and pressed the doorbell button, momentarily awaiting a response from anyone in the house. Upon hearing the doorbell ring, the door is eventually opened, revealing to be Lynda who stood before Vincent with a look of surprise across her face. Lynda, upon the sight and recognition of Vincent, immediately spoke up with a slight smile gracing her lips.

"Oh! Hello Vincent! It's been a while," she exclaimed, her tone carrying a cheerful yet soft demeanor.

"Good to see you too, Lynda," he responded, matching her smile with one of his own. “So what brings you here in this fine afternoon?" she inquired with a laidback tone. Vincent responded with a certain level of nervousness and hesitation.

"Well," he paused briefly for a moment, trying to organize his words and thoughts carefully. "I came here to tell you that I've decided to take some time off from my work at Goldie's," he slowly said, his tone remaining calm and gentle. Vincent stayed silent for a few seconds before continuing. "So that I may, uh, look after myself and, uh, take time to properly relax," he explained. Lynda swiftly nodded with an understanding and soft smile, signaling her comprehension.

"I understand. Why don't you come inside?" she kindly asked, opening the door further for Vincent to properly enter. "The boys would be happy to see 'Uncle Vince' again." Vincent obliged and walked inside the residence, following behind Lynda, who led him inside.

Inside the house, the interior space is quite average in overall size, with it seemingly fitting its purpose of housing a family of five comfortably. Lynda, with her kind and caring demeanor, gestured to Vincent to make use of the family sofa that's placed in the living room area.

"Please, make yourself comfortable," she politely suggested. "I'll be back in a moment to get you a refreshment." As Lynda left the room to the kitchen, Vincent relaxed onto the sofa and began to look around the surroundings of the living room. His gaze eventually fell upon the various pictures that lined the walls, many of which depicted fond moments that Gron had shared with his family. Soon enough, Brody had silently entered the living area, taking his position on the sofa and sitting slightly away from Vincent in an awkward manner.

"Oh, hey Brody. How have you been?" Vincent gently spoke out, his features softening upon remembering the tragic event that has transpired the day prior. Brody just remained silent for a prolonged moment as he adjusted the thin scarf that covered his mouth, taking a few seconds to look away from where Vincent was stationed. Having given up responding to Brody's seemingly withdrawn personality, Vincent nodded his head slowly in understanding of how he's currently feeling. Brody, although his response had been silent through the short conversation, toom a quick action by abruptly embracing Vincent in a hug. He remained rather silent throughout the gesture and his eyes shutting tightly.

“Yeah... I miss him too," Vincent quietly said as Brody continued to hug him.

"Miss who, Vincent?" Lynda politely spoke out towards Vincent as she returned from the kitchen with the refreshments in her hands. Vincent stumbled over his own words for a brief moment as he attempted to concoct a believable and quick enough reply to compensate for Gron's disappearance.

"Oh, uh... Gron! Y-Yeah, he, uh, went on a, uh, business trip yesterday," he stammered. Lynda seemed confused as she tilted her head slightly and raised her eyebrow.

"Really? Then how come he didn't tell me?" she asked.

"Yes, really. However, I do not know why he hasn't bothered to inform you of such a matter," Vincent replied with a light chuckle while maintaining a friendly tone, in an attempt to keep the mood clean. Lynda responded to what Vincent said with a light chuckle, which shows her familiarity with Gron's rather secretive and private attitude of not sharing his whereabouts and activities with anyone.

"Yeah, you're definitely right about that. He tends to love keeping to himself and only giving minimal information," she replied.

"I reckon it was quite difficult for both of you to get close and begin to open up to one another at first?" Vincent asked, speaking in a curious tone.

Lynda lets out a soft chuckle upon reflecting back in the day she and Gron first met. "Oh, you have no idea. I still remember that day like it was yesterday..."

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Entering a flashback to a time where a young adult Gron is seen performing a stand-up comedy act, utilizing a homemade wooden doll as a tool for his routine. As he proceeds to perform, he delivers various comedic quips and jokes, to which he occasionally turns to his doll for special effects.

"Ah yes, I recall that he was indeed well known among the college students during his time there for performing stand-up comedy during his time of education," Lynda continued speaking up warmly. "He used to have a trademark wooden doll that he would utilize for his routines back then, to which he named it 'WoodBuddy'. I, myself have been present for some of his prior performances during our college days."

The flashback continues with young Gron performing his act on stage with the WoodBuddy doll in hand. However, at a certain point during the performance, the young jester would happen to lock eyes with a young adult Lynda who had been seated in the audience, which has caught Gron's attention. Then for a brief moment, he will continue to stare at her before suddenly tripping over the WoodBuddy doll that he was using.

"Oh dear," young Lynda would softly exclaim, as she watched Gron abruptly trip over his doll in front of the audience.

"Oof..! Ow.." young Gron exclaimed upon falling down the wooden floors of the stage. As he got up, his face slightly flushed will maintain his composure. Most of the students had observed the scene with a fair bit of amusement as Gron's fall was a source of entertainment for their viewing.

"Are you all right?" young Lynda spoke out aloud with concern.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine," young Gron responded as he brushed away the dust from his clothes despite his flustered state.

Upon finishing his stand-up comedy act, Gron went into the backstage area so he could see any possible injuries. Unfortunately, as he was checking himself, he noticed a rather small splinter that lodged into his arm, which he most likely got during his sudden fall with his WoodBuddy doll.

"Ah, damn it! I knew that using wood for my homemade doll would be a bad idea," he spoke out, expressing his annoyance and irritation. Suddenly, he heard the backstage door opening, shifting his focus from the splinter to the figure that had entered the area, which is Lynda.

"O-Oh, I did not expect you to be here for the moment.." young Gron stated, allowing the slightest shade of redness to creep onto his cheeks.

"Oh, er... I-I was just passing by, and I happened to recognize you," young Lynda stated, noticing her cheeks starting to blush slightly. "Green Jester, is it?" Gron simply nodded in response, a tiny sense of awkwardness arising from his expression and tone. “I was just... checking to see if you're okay from that fall," young Lynda expressed, reaching her hand towards Gron's arm that has the small splinter.

"I-It's nothing, I swear," he stammered once more, with an anxious expression, both embarrassed and bashful. Without a word, Lynda inspected the splinter within the crook of Gron's arm before carefully removing it, which served slight comfort to Gron who relaxed a bit to her gentle care.

"It wasn't anything.." Young Gron softly spoke, downplaying the minor injury as Lynda looked up at him with a playful smile.

"Don't be a silly billy! See? The splinter's gone now," she chuckleed amusingly before playfully messing up Gron's hair.

"Please don't do that," he exclaimed in reply, feeling his facial temperature rise with embarrassment.

"Oh, I can, and I will," young Lynda laughed in a playful tone as she continued teasing him. Seeing her wondrous interest, Gron slightly shifted his gaze away, becoming more flustered at how long the moment was going. Gron's embarrassment over Lynda's playful teasing seems to be dissipating as they both look at each other and small smiles crossed their lips, ending the flashback.

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"Gron is a really awkward and clumsy guy, but that's why I love him," Lynda stated, expressing her appreciation and affection towards him, despite his former tendencies to trip over things.

Vincent simply gave a silent nod and a small smile, agreeing with the fond memories being discussed while remaining quiet. Brody, having followed the story with a certain degree of amazement, seems interested in knowing more about his parents' adventures they went through before he and his siblings were born.

"So then, what happened to his wooden doll, if I may ask?" Vinent asked.

"He gave it to Charles for Christmas as a surprise present," Lynda stated. "After I had him, Gron was planning on passing WoodBuddy onto him in hopes that the doll serves as inspiration and encouragement for Charles's future."

"Ah, I understand," Vincent replied as he took a sip of his refreshment.

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Unbeknownst to Lynda, Charles was standing behind a wall and listened to the conversation her mom was having with Vincent, while holding the WoodBuddy doll in his hands.

"So you was my dad's doll..." he quietly spoke out before silently staring at the wooden doll upon realizing the origins of it, having been associated with his father before he was born.

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As the conversation reaches its endpoint, Vincent eventually rises from the sofa with his intentions of taking his leave. Lynda and Brody follow and accompany him out.

"It's been wonderful visiting here," Vincent stated with warmth.

"We appreciate your presence, Vincent," Lynda replied with genuine gratitude, as she held Brody in her arms.

"I'll be sure to visit you guys more often on my off days. See you later," Vincent expressed as he took his leave and walked down the sidewalk. With a warm gesture of her hand and a small wave from Brody, both Lynda and her son bid their farewells, in return.

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A few days later at Goldie's ParaDiner, Mr. Fredbear was spending his time within his office, talking with someone on the phone.

"N-No, ma'am, we are absolutely sure that your son wasn't seen in this diner," he replied nervously, his demeanor shifting from the usual serene state, to a concerning one during the tense ingteraction. "Please calm down, miss. O-Okay look, I'll have my employees look around the building to see if they're hiding, okay?" Alright, have a good day." He put the phone and rested his head on the office chair, feeling exhausted after his back-and-forth call with the missing child's mother.

Soon, Mr. Fredbear heard a knock on his office door. "Come in," he called out, still feeling tired. As the door slowly opened, Mr. Fredbear's eyes widen as he recognizes who is entering the office space. A man with brown hair, blue shirt, red trecnh coat, and white fedora had now come walking through the office's doorway, being left open.

"Hello.. Alison," Mr. Fredbear addresses the newcomer simply, with a slight trace solemnity as he spoke. The latter replied with a smirk forming on his face.

"Good evening, Mr. Fredbear," Alison spoke out, appearing unfazed and persistent. "Having fun with our animatronics we created for your diner?"

"Good evening to you.. Alison," Mr. Fredbear simply replied, attempting to maintain a passive-aggressive demeanor despite his own internal feelings."And yes, I've been pretty content with the animatronics that you've and your company shipped to my diner." Alison chuckled quietly as he rested his arm on Mr. Fredbear's office desk.

"That's good. Very good indeed," he replied before continuing. "You know, this diner is the most popular animatronic restaurant in the world. So how's this for a proposal: We attempt to do something different and more unique this time." he proposed, maintaining an undertone of casualness.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Fredbear asked with an eyebrow raise. "I don't mean to criticize you over your methods, but the restaurant is doing just fine as is. Well, apart from that... incident."

"Oh, Fredbear boy. You see, the restaurant is starting to grow more popularity as the years go by. And many individuals desire something more unique this time around. Yellow bears and rabbits are so old school nowadays," Alison expressed before pulling up blueprints of the two yellow animatronic suits locked in the underground basement. "How about we take these two characters you have and make them... unique looking? We can enhance and upgrade these suits in something more creative, fitting for this day and age." Mr. Fredbear showed some level of uncertainty and conflict in regards to Alison's proposal, due to his personal attachment to the iconic bear and bunny duo, being the diner's centerpiece ever since its very opening.

"Well, that is certainly an interesting idea.." he responded with caution, keeping his tone neutral. "Although, I'm not sure how the general public would react to the iconic pair being replaced by these... entirely new mascots." he continued. Alison's face turned serious with an annoyed expression, expressing his clear distaste towards Mr. Fredbear's reluctance for the proposed changes to the diner.

"I don't appreciate you attempting to reject my offer, Mr. Fredbear," he said. "Don't forget about our contract deal."

"I-I am not attempting to reject your offer, Alison; I simply possess some legitimate concerns regarding these changes... especially the potential public backlash that could arise as a result if we do go through this," Mr. Fredbear tried explaining, now growing hesitant due to the sudden shift in his business partner's demeanor.

"Well then, I hope you can find a way to justify these planned changes of mascots to the public as something worth trying, as I can only imagine that the Storyteller wouldn't be pleased with the diner's decline in popularity and potential bankruptcy," Alison ordered in a rather demanding tone, slamming to two blueprints onto Mr. Fredbear's desk as he turned his head around and walked out of his office, shutting the door behind him.

Mr. Fredbear, now alone once again, simply sighed as he took a moment to briefly ponder on the suggestions that were given to him. He then proceeded to glance at one of the blueprints that had been left on his desk, one containing details and an outline of the yellow humanoid animatronic.

"I'm sorry, Gron.." he murmured quietly to himself, expressing his grief and regret over the situation.

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Days turned to weeks, and weeks turned to months as the revamp of Goldie's ParaDiner was arranged. At exceptionally strange timing however, Goldie's was starting to lose more and more customers as there have been circulating rumors growing in popularity that children supposedly went missing within the diner's walls. Mr. Fredbear was quick to take action in order to stop the spread of misinformation and quell the fears of the general public.

"These claims about children going missing within our diner are merely just rumors and speculation, we promise that we do not have such incidents that I am aware of," he conveyed to the public, hoping that'll dispel the growing fears plaguing the popular animatronic diner.

After his statement was made and settled with, he returned his attention back to the blueprints for the two yellow animatronic suits, now realizing the risks posed by their designs and inner mechanisms. He desired for the new ones to incorporate an endo structure more akin to that of the original springlock suits, allowing the ability to be worn safely with no risk involved. Not wanting to take the two animatronics out of the underground basement to be looked over (plus rediscovering Gron's disfigured corpse), he placed an order to Fazbear INC to redesign both the animatronics and their blueprints to look more safe and kid-friendly for their overall aesthetic.

With the arrival of the large package from Fazbear INC, Mr. Fredbear would then inspect its contents inside, giving a nod upon knowing that the animatronics inside were exactly what he ordered for the sake of redesigning the two yellow animatronics from the basement. With both of the animatronics being positioned onto the main stage, they were then tested by Mr. Fredbear and his employees to check and verify the functionality of their new designs.

The humanoid animatronic was revealed to be of white-ish tan coloring, adorning a light blue shirt with a dark shade of blue pants. He was observed as donning a black fedora with a red stripe and black bowtie, and possessing three black buttons on his chest, as well as a red rose located near the center part of its torso area. His eyes were depicted as being green in coloration, while his head also had short brown hair.

The other animatronic, a pink cat donning a black bowtie and tophat, additionally featured a red heart adorning its black top hat, as well as having black buttons, along with a black bowtie.

Placing both Fredbear and Spring Bonnie in Parts & Services, Mr. Fredbear bowed to the both of them for their service. After all of the needed repairs and alterations had been done within the dining establishment, Goldie's ParaDiner was reopened to the public, with a new name adorning the establishment's nameplate and signage calling the diner as: "Frankburt's Pizza."

End of Chapter 6

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Chapter 5

>Chapter 5: Not So Golden Yourself

The first month following Lynda being released from the hospital marked a much happier time for Gron and his family. With her finally out of the hospital, the both of them are able to help each other out around the house and take care of their kids whenever they can. Weeks went by, each one better than the previous one, as the two of them continue to adjust with having Lynda back home and slowly returning to their regular daily routines. If they're going out, they opted to have Vincent come watch over them if he's not too busy with work. The boys immediately loved Vincent, even going as far as to start calling him "Uncle Vince" since he and Gron known each other ever since their childhood. While Gron still gets numerous nightmares about the incidents that happened months ago, he knows that everyone will always have his back.

Meanwhile, Goldie's ParaDiner is still growing to be the most popular animatronic restaurant in the world, even hosting special birthday events featuring 4 of the recently ordered Showbiz animatronics named Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Rabbit, Chica the Chicken, and Foxy the Pirate Fox. Having made sufficient profit from both new and existing customers, Mr. Fredbear suggested to his employees that they could create a TV Showbiz to further attract and market the diner even more called "Fredbear & Friends" that'll be about the diner's main animatronic characters and other animal friends, with the aim of providing entertainment and promotion of through the medium of a television programme.

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On one typical day, Gron's currently on stage doing his performance act before their next big show with the Showbiz animatronics. Vincent is out in his suited Spring Bonnie suit delivering sliced pizzas to the guests seated in the Dining Room as they're entertained by Gron's act. Mr. Fredbear stepped out from his office and took in the busy, bustling atmosphere of the diner as he observed his employees and customers alike. One of the employees approached him while looking over the schedule routines.

"Hey, boss? Have you see Jeff lately? He's supposed to be performing as the character Fredbear for today's next show," the employee inquired as Mr. Fredbear looked at them.

"No, I haven't, Lisa," he shrugged in response. "Maybe he's ill and is currently at home?" Lisa just tilted her head and sighed for a short moment.

"If he was, then he would've called in sick today. It's not like him to just ignore his job," she responded back with a slight hint of worry about Jeff's unexpected absence.

"Hmm... I'll keep an eye out if he's shows up." Mr. Fredbear spoke back, "Thanks for bring this to my attention." Lisa nodded before walking off.

As Mr. Fredbear turns his head to look about the busy area, he soon spots the crappy made Fredbear costume peeking out from behind the door of Parts & Services, looking around slowly before starting to walk around without uttering a word.

"Hey, Jeff! Come over for a second," he called out to them.

The person in the Fredbear costume slowly approaches Mr. Fredbear without saying anything and moving quite weirdly before standing straight.

"Okay look, Jeff. I don't appreciate you coming in for your shift without notifying me or your co-workers first," Mr. Fredbear spoke in a fair but strict tone, clearly trying to set an obvious reminder for his employee to keep in mind for future events or occasions. "All employees should always notify their co-worker about their condition - be it illness or injury. Please remember that for next time, alright?"

The Fredbear costume's head silently nodded, acknowledging their boss's lecture and understanding their boss's instructions.

"Good. Now, our next show will begin in about an hour. So you have enough time to straighten yourself out if you're not feeling well," Mr. Fredbear continued, "Once I return to my office, I would like you to go into the Party Rooms to usher the kids playing in them out to the Dining Room once it's almost time."

The Fredbear costume saluted him before turning his head and walking away into the hallway.

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While travelling to the first Party Room, the Fredbear costume peeked his head out to look for any children in the room. And with sheer luck, he soon observes a lone child sitting at a table and pondering some thoughts, wearing a faded red cap and a bright orange shirt. With delight, he soon starts to approach the child with his quiet footsteps. The child looks up just as they felt the presence of someone entering the room to see the Fredbear costume walk near them with a bright grin spreading across the child's face.

"Hello, Fredbear!" the child said brightly, their voice filling the Party Room. "Good to see you again!"

The Fredbear costume titled his head to the left in a confusing manner.

"You don't remember me? I'm Tyrone," he said before proceeding to give the Fredbear costume a small hug. The Fredbear costume remained silent as Tyrone hugs him, only tilting his head slightly. Once Tyrone broke away, he looked around for a bit confusingly.

"Hey Fredbear, where's Spring Bonnie?" he asked, signifying that Fredbear's presence alone should have meant that the rabbit should be with them as well. "Shouldn't he be with you?"

The Fredbear costume perked up and started dancing around animatedly before exiting the Party Room, gesturing to Tyrone to follow him.

"Oh! You know where he is?" Tyrone exclaimed excitingly, following the bear. "Lead the way, Mr. Bear!" Tyrone then followed the Fredbear costume to where he wanted him to follow before going up to an unknown door in an empty hallway.

"You sure Spring Bonnie's in here?" Tyrone looked at the Fredbear costume, feeling unsure if he should proceed with the yellow bear.

The Fredbear costume's answer, however, was simply to nod eagerly before grabbing hold of Tyrone's hand and leading him into the room, closing the door behind them.

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Meanwhile, Brody and Charles were also in the diner too, playing in the ladder tower in the Play Room. Brody wasn't watching where he was going until he accidently bumps into another kid that's donning a koala hoodie.

"Oww...!" the kid groaned, rubbing his head before trying to get off the ground. Brody got up and offered his hand to help the kid, pulling him up in a upright posistion.

"Thanks, and I'm sorry for bumping into you," the kid said in a remorseful voice, "I love running around this amazing place so much that I tend to... never pay attention to where I'm going." Brody simply shook his head, telling the kid it's no worries.

"Hey, you seem pretty nice. My name is Billy! What's yours?"" he said with an innocent smile, extending his hand out for a handshake.

"He's Brody, my little brother," Charles spook up, walking towards them. "Yeah, he doesn't talk much. But we understand what he wants to say."

Billy was confused by what Charles means by this, "Did he lost his voice or something?" he asked before jumping suddenly at a hand touching his shoulder behind him.

"No Billy, he's just quiet and doesn't want to talk," the girl with short red hair and a black sweatshirt said, appearing right behind him.

"Oh, right. My bad," Billy replied while chuckling sheepishly. The girl then approaches Charles and Brody with a enthusiastic and cheeky smile.

"Hey there, I'm Cinder! And you must be Charles, I believe?" she greeted with a friendly demeanor, her freckles plastered on her cheeks, "I think I've seen you in class at school last week." Charles looked at Cinder for a few moments before blinking a couple times.

"Oh, y-yeah. I think we were in the same class," he replied with a slight hint of fluster.

Cinder chuckled cheekily in a playful mood, "Well, it's nice to meet you and Brody. You wanna play hide and seek with me and Billy?" she suggested, awaiting for their confirmination.

Brody jumped up and down excitedly at her suggestion while Charles nodded positively before speaking: "Sure we can!"

"Awesome!" Billy exclaimed, "I'll count, and you three hide!" As Billy turned his back and started counting to 10, Brody, Charles, and Cinder took off to find a suitable hiding spot.

Unbeknownst to them, the Fredbear costume was peeking out from the Play Room doorway silently listening.

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Charles and Cinder giggled sneakingly as they both ran around the diner to find a hiding spot until Cinder paused her movements as she heard someone yelling.

"Huh? Who's that?" she spoke out loud, turning her head around to find the direction to where the noise was coming from.

Wandering away from Brody and Charles, she looks around the empty hallways until she sees a door open leading to an unknown room. Her eyes glanced at the doorway, observing the darkness that awaits her inside the room until she feels an invisible force pull her inside. She began to slowly trek deeper into the somewhat desolate room with her hands gripped around her chest from sudden fear.

"Hello... Billy?" she called out, her voice echoing in the darkness. "Uhh.. o-ok Billy. You can stop playing and come out..."

She put her arms out to feel her surroundings around the darkened room until she felt something slippery touch her hands. "Is this water...?"

A moment of calmness and quiet filled the room for Cinder, but then was disturbed by the door slamming shut, leaving Cinder inside the room with only a silhouette of a tall bear seen.

"Billy...?"

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Somewhere else in the diner, Brody found a place to hide in a Party Room filled with the presence of children. He quietly hid himself under a table, snickering quietly before peeking out to see if anyone notices him. Looking around from underneath the table, he could see two feet belonging to that of a bear. They start moving towards the table where Brody is hiding under, stopping once they're close enough. Brody stayed quiet, covering his mouth with his grey scarf but unfortunately, the Fredbear costume lifted the tablecloth up, resulting in him being caught.

Upon being found, Brody slowly stood up to his feet from under the table and instantly wrapped his arms around the yellow bear, which seemed to reciprocate the gesture. The yellow bear, having brought Brody out of his hiding spot, began to dance around in front of the kid and gestured to Brody to follow him along. Brody, although initially hesitant, decides to take the yellow bear's hand and proceeds to follow him.

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Meanwhile, Gron found himself in the diner's break room drinking a soda and engaging in a casual conversation with Vincent. Suddenly, his conversation with Vincent was abruptly disturbed as he began to hear the sudden presence of whispers in his ears, which continue to repeat themselves in his mind. All he could hear were faint whispers continuously announcing, "The Prophecy," over and over again. Feeling a sense of paranoia overcoming him, Gron then sat up from his seat and scanned his surroundings to find where the whispers were coming from.

"What's up, pal?" Vincent asked, looking curious at Gron's sudden reaction. Gron remained silent, not providing an answer to Vincent, as he can clearly hear the whispers getting louder and more overwhelming in his head until he began to hallucinate again and see a figure standing at the break room's doorway. The figure bears the same resemblance to the one Gron had seen prior to his previous nightmare, except its expression appears to have worsened from a cheerful one to a frowning variant. Gron's pupils start to shake as he trembles upon the hallucinated boy's presence, however Vincent is unaware of this and looks concerned for Gron.

"Hey Gron, are you alright?" he exclaimed with confusion. Gron still didn't answer as he freezes to the boy stares at him with his hollowed out eyes. Just then, the boy floated away from Gron's view and the doorway, suddenly prompting Gron to follow the apparition without any responses to Vincent's attempts at communication. Vincent felt increasingly worried with the sudden silence he witnessed with Gron, thus causing him to follow his friend's movements to observe what Gron's up to.

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Gron continued to follow the apparition as the whispers were becoming increasingly louder and clearer to him, further exacerbating the rising paranoia the voice gave him that he was desperately attempting to try and fight off. The performer walked through the diner, starting his way from the busy Dining Area and passing through the hallways that were filled with several racing children. Soon enough, Gron followed the apparition to the unknown door just as the ghostly boy suddenly disappears, causing Gron to return to his senses.

"Huh? Where am I?" he spoke out, feeling out of touch before noticing he was standing in the dark room. Taking his surroundings carefully, he began searching the room for a potential light switch until he found one. Once he flipped the switch, he turned his head around to see a horrifying sight he didn't intend to see.

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What lies before Gron was a pretty gruesome sight that made his breath catch instantly: his son Brody restrained with rope and duct tape stuck to his mouth, effectively silencing him in a disturbing manner. In the centre of the room were three animatronics with mangled human bodies stuffed into them. One animatronic was orange and white with fox-like ears, the second was grey with buck teeth, and the last one was light green with a black hat and purple bowtie.

"Brody!" he exclaimed as he approached him to attempt to untie the ropes.

"What happened?" Gron asked his son with a concerning tone. Brody attempted to shout out, but was unsuccessful and could only muffle due to the duct tape worsening the situation. Gron continued to untie the ropes that kept his son tied to the ground. However, Brody slowly looks up and sees an ominous figure approaching behind Gron, filling him with tension as he recognizes the silhouette of it: a yellow bear.

Brody then started to muffle loudly as he could to get his father's attention just as the yellow bear approached closer to Gron from behind.

"Son, what's wrong?" Gron asked quickly before turning around just as the Fredbear costume firmly grabbed him by the neck and began to choke him. Brody remained helplessly trapped in his current situation, unable to do anything but watch as the yellow bear proceeded to slowly and painfully choke his father. Then, the Fredbear costume slowly pulled out a bar of soap and firmly shoved it into Gron's stuck open mouth. Gron could only emit choking sounds due the bar of soap shoved into his mouth as he desperately tried to fight off the restraint he was currently placed under by the yellow bear. The Fredbear costume slightly tilted its head in curiosity before turning its attention to the two deactivated yellow animatronics.

Still firmly gripping on Gron, the yellow bear dragged the weakened man towards the yellow humanoid animatronic. The yellow bear took off the humanoid animatronic's head and then shoved Gron into the animatronic with immense force, causing Gron to be trapped within it and unable to get out. Gron continues to make choking sounds while the bar of soap seems to be stuck in his mouth, just as watches the yellow bear carry the animatronic's head and approaches him with it. Gron silently observed the situation with mounting horror as the yellow bear held the animatronic head up in the air and forcefully put it onto Gron. Silence fell as Gron looked around the vicinity with the animatronic's head on him until... a click was heard.

After it was heard, Gron quickly let out an loud agonising scream as the wires snapped, causing various sharp needles and knives inside the animatronic suit to plunge themselves into his skin, which continued to inflict more and more pain and suffering wounds upon him. Blood soon starts pouring out as the animatronic suit violently shakes with Gron's convulsing body getting stabbed by more and more knives. Brody, still tied down, watched helplessly as his father screamed from the agony the animatronic suit inflicted upon his body from head to foot. He could do nothing but muffle his cries of agony with his tears streaming down his face in a horrifying sight. The Fredbear costume just stood by with only a slight tilt, silently observing the situation.

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Unbeknownst to the yellow bear, Vincent was standing at the doorway of the room. He remained still and silent as if he had been paralyzed with trauma, staring at the gruesome sight he had just witnessed involving his long time friend that is currently unfolding in front of him.

"G-Gron..." Vincent whispered out his words, leaving them hanging as he is unable to comprehend the horrible fate that's now a reality. He stared at the animatronic suit that houses Gron's bloodied body inside and then to the Fredbear costume with palpable rage in his eyes. Suddenly, he shook his head and turned his attention toward Brody who was still crying with the tape duct still stuck to his mouth. Vincent went over to Brody and quickly untied the ropes and removed the duct tape, freeing him.

"Go find your brother. I'll call your mom to pick you two up," he said to Brody with his voice starting to break. Brody quickly acknowledges the statement that was made, nodding his head as he broke into tears before running out of the room.

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Brody ran into the Dining Area where Charles was currently at. Seeing his distraught younger brother, Charles had a look of concern sweep across his face as he spoke out.

"Brody? What's wrong?" he spoke out in a worried tone as Brody clinged onto him while being unable to control his emotions, crying onto his brother's shoulder. Brody's responses to Charles remained mostly incomprehensible sounds, with Charles attempting to interpret the words that were spoken out, only managing to hear the singular word: "dad."

End of Chapter 5

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Chapter 4

>Chapter 4: A Jester's Lunacy

The year is now 1969 and Goldie's ParaDiner was becoming increasingly popular as the days went by. The restaurant had been getting rave reviews from locals and even people out of the area, leading to it becoming a thriving place that many were starting to flock to with eager excitement. However, Fazbear INC was experiencing an unprecedented boom in profits, and they were intent on making the most of it. They decided to create more animatronic-themed locations to further capitalise on the craze. Unfortunately, those locations didn't prove to be as popular as Goldie's ParaDiner, though the company remained undeterred.

Mr. Fredbear desired to make everyone's experience at the diner even more unique, so he placed an order for a new set of animatronics called the Showbiz animatronics. However, 3 of them weren't working correctly and continuously malfunctioned so Mr. Fredbear threw them into the underground basement where the two yellow animatronics are stored.

Gron had decided to bring his son, Brody, to the diner on the day of "Bring-Your-Child-to-Work Day." He guaranteed it will be an exciting time for Brody, who will undoubtedly have a blast at the popular restaurant playing with the other kids. Charles and Jackson were dropped off at the hospital to spend some time with Lynda, who was still recovering from the accident.

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Gron was getting ready to put on his jester outfit in the bathroom until he was suddenly beset by flashbacks of the car accident and vivid hallucinations from that hidden room at his old job. The images of the accident and the sounds of ghostly screams and whispers started to appear in his head over and over again, making him feel like he was back in the accident again. His nerves suddenly began to get to him as he froze, unable to shake off the nightmarish visions and his heart began to pound rapidly.

"Please, stop it!" Gron muttered to himself, shivering as he tries to fight off the flashbacks and hallucinations which keep flooding his mind. But they were too powerful, forcing him to see and hear things that aren't even there. He grew scared, his heart beating faster and faster as he was unable to break free.

"Gron! Buddy, can you hear me?"

Gron's blurred vision soon managed to slowly stabilise as he gradually snapped back to reality, looking up to see Vincent standing in front of him, grabbing a hold of him.

"You okay, Gron?" he asked again.

"Yeah, I'm.. I'm fine.." Gron replied, his voice quivering as he tried to compose himself. "Just had a bit of a flashback episode, that's all.." he tried to play it off, still shaken by the images and sounds he had just experienced. Vincent gave a subtle tilt of his head, showing concern for his friend.

"You're still shaken up after that accident, are you?" Vincent asked solemnly, a look of understanding and sympathy. Gron silently nodded while looking away, still shaken up.

"Look, it wasn't your fault that it happened, you hear me? It's a miracle you and your family survived it at all... Our performance starts in five minutes and everyone including your son is out there waiting, are you sure you're gonna be alright?" he added, trying to sound reassuring.

"Y-Yeah, I'll be fine. I just.... Yeah," Gron mumbled, trying to compose himself and put on a brave face for the sake of the performance. He quickly puts on his jester outfit and walks out of the bathroom with Vincent and joins him to the dining area for their performance. He takes a deep breath to try and focus on his stage performance and push aside the flashbacks and visions he got.

Brody, who was seated with the other children, watches his father perform as "the Green Jester" with Vincent dressed as Spring Bonnie on stage, clapping eagerly to the entertainment.

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As the hours passed by, it was nearing closing time as Gron happily waved goodbye to Vincent and picked up Brody at the Play Room. Mr. Fredbear approached Gron afterwards, smiling as he spoke.

"Hey, Gron! Just wanted to tell you that it was yet again a phenomenal performance you did today with Vincent. You two worked together so well that I had to congratulate you personally." Gron merely smiled in politeness, still carrying Brody in his arms, while nodding his appreciation. Mr. Fredbear's expression turned to a concerned one.

"Vincent told me earlier that you weren't feeling too well before you performed," he added, "are you sure you're doing alright? Is there anything I can do to help you?" Gron remained silent as he focused on calming his nerves, his throat suddenly feeling a bit dry as his mind began to race.

"I understand you're going through a lot of stress and anxiety recently," Mr. Fredbear added, his tone remaining sympathetic as he continued. "But always remember that you got people looking out for you if you're not feeling like yourself, okay?" Gron nodded his head in understanding, his face relaxing at Mr. Fredbear's reassurance.

"I'll remember that, thanks," he quietly replied, pushing through his anxiety.

"That's good. You and your son have a good night. You have my blessings to your wife," Mr. Fredbear smiled as Gron gave him another small nod before leaving the diner with Brody held close in his arms, getting into his car and driving away.

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Once Gron returned home, he started cooking dinner in the kitchen as he watched his kids play in the living room. He suddenly starts having visions as he watches Brody playing with his fedora, remembering himself from when he was a little boy and receiving a fedora from his father.

Gron used to wear a blue-ish green shirt, playing happily with his toys and other boys while not having a care in the world. Unfortunately when he grew up, Gron eventually found out that the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows as he experiences the painful reality of life.

"Dad?"

Gron snapped out of his vision as he heard Charles's voice calling over to him. Gron smiled slightly as he replied to Charles, "O-Oh, sorry son. Guess daddy's just going through some stuff in his mind right now; nothing too serious. Let's all eat dinner together!" He took the plates filled with the food to the dinner table as Charles and his younger brother gathered to eat.

The table was relatively quiet as they started their dinner. The boys ate with little silence as Gron's mind was filled with thoughts and concerns of the incident and its lasting impact on him. The only sounds that were present was the scraping of silverware against their plates and quiet laughter coming from the boys.

As the evening sky became filled with sparkling stars, it was time to head to bed. Gron tucked in his sons, ensuring they are safely in bed and sleeping soundly. He tells them "good night", turns off the lights, and exits the room while closing their door behind him. Gron went to his room, getting into his comfortable bedding quickly as he lay down and soon fell asleep.

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As Gron wakes up, he finds himself in a dark room with just one source of light shining on him, illuminating the area around him. Confused and unsure of where he is, he looks around to see if he can find any other features of the room.

Gron started walking towards the other light source, heading deeper into the room that seemingly goes on forever. He tried to remain calm as he trekked deeper and deeper into the room, the light source his only source of guidance. As he stepped further, his footsteps echo throughout the room, the emptiness surrounding him only adding to his confusion.

Finally reaching the light source, Gron finds himself staring down at... a bar of soap on the ground. He picks it up and examines it closely. His thoughts filled with confusion and uncertainty as to why a random bar of soap would be in such a desolate room. He stares at the soap to find small drips of red stains on it.

Suddenly, he heard a loud crash nearby and quickly turned his head to where it came from, his thoughts flooding at the sight of the serious car crash that featured his own car and the same semi-truck with oil tanks. Upon gazing at the scene, Gron looked at his wife lying in the wreckage with her back split and his two sons having fatal injuries to their necks. The vision struck Gron in a visceral way, seeing the accident happen over again in such a clear way, as if he were actually seeing it.

"No... not again..," Gron whispered to himself, his voice shaken and filled with a mix of disbelief and heartache as his mind was haunted by the tragic accident. As the nightmare vision continued to play, Gron heard another horrifying sound and looked in the opposite direction, finding himself and his son Brody. He grabbed metal chains and hooks and pierce them into Brody's hands, making him scream and cry in pain as he pulled him up and chained Brody to the wall. The terrifying sound became even louder, the echoes of his son's screams piering through his mind. Gron's throat began to choke up as he watched the scene unfold.

"Stop! Please!" Gron choked out, beginning to tear up as his throat tightened. Hearing yet another unsettling sound coming from somewhere nearby, Gron once again turned around, a bit less certain of what was occuring. Looking on, Gron sees a frightening and bizarre version of himself, with his arms stretched out and his tongue sticking out. A crazed, maniacal laughter filled the room, sounding similar to the laugh of a jester. It sounded like it was coming from the bizarre Gron in front of him, and it was getting kind of worrisome.

Suddenly, a terrifying sight began to appear as multiple mutilated body parts descended from the sky. The bizarre version of Gron began catching the body parts, clutching them in his hands while laughing like an insane maniac. After a couple of moments, the bizarre version of Gron knelt to the ground and began crying. Gron did not wish to keep witnessing such a disturbing vision and attempted to look away from the horrifying sight he was being showcased to.

"PLEASE, MAKE IT STOP! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!" he cried out as loudly as he could, his tone filled with fear and desperation as he begged to be free of it. The sounds around him grew louder and louder until finally... it stopped.

He opened his eyes and heard ringing in his ears, as his mind began to adjust to everything again. He looked around the dark room with tears streaming down his face, noticing that no one was around except himself. Gron took in the quietness and stillness around him, adding a sense of unease as he stood alone in the room.

Suddenly, he looks to his right to see a strange figure about almost his height staring at him with two hollowed out eyes. He wore a faded blue and red striped jacket, has brown hair, and a black fedora with a red stripe that's similar to Gron's, except it's all ragged and torn up. The boy remained silent, continuing to stare directly at Gron with expressionless eyes, not uttering a word. Gron took a few cautious steps towards the boy and in a voice filled with uneasy and nervousness, he spoke to the boy, his tone hushed.

"What… What are you?" he asked, his eyes locked to the figure. The boy remained still, unblinking at Gron. After a while, the boy slowly smiled, his lips curved upward in a gentle and slightly unsettling way. Suddenly, red tears started to stream down from his hollow eyes, adding an air of unease to him. And with a quiet but cheerful voice, the boy spoke out:

"I'm just like you, Gron. An insane jester."

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Gron quickly awakened with a start, his eyes quickly adjusting to the morning light surrounding him as he realises that it's daytime outside and he was back in his own bed again. He's back in reality, having just experienced the most brutal and horrific nightmare he could imagine. His chest was hurting from his heart pounding so badly during the nightmare, and his mind was still full of the disturbing images and sounds he witnessed and heard. His body trembled for a moment as he started getting out of bed, getting hit with an overwhelming amount of fatigue and tiredness, the adrenaline from the nightmare suddenly leaving him.

Suddenly, Gron's phone starts to ring, its sound pulling him out of his stupor. Snapping out of the lingering effects of the nightmare, Gron immediately got up and limped over to the phone, answering it.

"Hello...?" he answered, waiting for someone on the other end of the call to answer.

"Hello. Is this Mr. Gron Takaliken?" the voice on the other end spoke.

"Yes, yes that's me. Who am I talking to?" Gron replied.

"Oh, good." The voice spoke with a tone of hopefulness. "This is a doctor calling from the hospital to tell you about your wife, Lynda Takaliken," the voice then stated, using her full name and providing even more hope.

Gron's eyes lit up as soon as he heard the mention of his wife's name. "How is she, doc?" he asked quickly, filled with eagerness. The doctor's tone remains positive as he speaks further on Lynda's condition, giving Gron reassurance about her recovery so far.

"You'll be happy to know that she's fully recovered and is ready to leave the hospital. Though she does need to take her meds to get fully better, so she will bring them with her once you take her home," the doctor explained. Hearing this, Gron's heart was filled with relief, his mind finally finding rest after that dreadful nightmare he went through.

"That's wonderful, doctor. I'll be there to pick her up right away," Gron replied again, his voice filled with happiness at the thought of reuniting with his wife again. He then ended the call and went up to his sons' room, finding them still asleep.

"Wake up, boys," Gron exclaimed happily, "we're going to the hospital, your mom is all better now." Upon hearing their father's call out to them, all three of his sons slowly woke up. Charles, Brody, and Jackson, all of which are still tired from just waking up, rubbed their eyes and slowly began to gain full consciousness.

"Mom's alright?" Charles spoke up tiredly, still waking up.

"Yes, son," Gron replied calmly to Charles with a reassuring voice, his heart feeling joyful about the positive news. "And we're all going to pick her up, so make sure you get yourselves ready so we can go," he added before gathering Jackson to get him into a new pair of clothes. Brody, now awake, started to get dressed and Charles also began to do the same.

Once all three of his sons were at least semi-ready, Gron led them out the front door, preparing them to the hospital to reunite with Lynda.

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Finally reaching the hospital, Gron and his kids went straight into Lynda's room as soon as they arrived, all of them immediately going in to give her a big hug.

"It's so good to see you finally feeling better, mom!" Charles spoke happily.

"I'm really happy to see you all again, dear. I've missed you guys so much," Lynda replied warmly, her tone filled with overjoyed.

"We all missed you, honey," Gron reassured her, "Things weren't the same without you around."

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After enjoying an emotional reunion, the family all leave the hospital together, taking their car to ride back home. As Gron started driving, Lynda turned to him and spoke:

"You know Gron, since we're all out, you still owe us some family bonding time at Goldie's," she said playfully, a slight smirk on her face. Gron then started chuckling sheepishly upon hearing Lynda speak.

"Honey, you just got out of the hospital. I don't want us getting into another accident," he replied back, trying to think of a good comeback. Lynda chuckled as well.

"That's true. But I think we all deserve to let loose and enjoy ourselves. Right, kids?" Lynda replied back, her tone clearly lighthearted and playful as she looked back to her three boys. Brody, Charles, and Jackson all cheered with an excited vigour at their mother's suggestion, awaiting some entertainment and fun. Gron smiled honestly to the joy and excitement of his sons and Lynda's comments as he continued driving.

"Well, alright then. It's off to Goldie's!" he finally said in a playful tone, driving to their destination with his mood lifting even more, knowing that he and his family would be able to have a golden time at the diner.

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At Goldie's ParaDiner, the whole family sat down in the dining area and ordered their delicious pizza fresh from the oven. Charles and Brody went off to the Play Room while Jackson stayed behind with Gron and Lynda, eating his pizza and watching the animatronics performing on stage.

"So honey," Lynda began to speak, now facing him with a soft and sympathetic expression on her face. "How have you been while I was getting treatment? Having those numerous flashback episodes in your head, I heard?" she spoke fondly to him, genuinely concerned for her husband. Gron turned towards her and was left embarrassed.

"How'd you know?" he asked, hiding his blushing profusely.

"Vincent told me," Lynda replied back. Gron was left speechless, not knowing what to say as he pouted with his arms crossed before Lynda started giggling, knowing he couldn't stay mad at her for that long.

"Yeah," she continued. "He told me what you've been going through after the accident."

Gron responded back with a slight huff, "I bet he did." His arms remained firm and his mood not yet lifted from the embarrassment surrounding the matter. Lynda continued to giggle before shifting to an attentive and caring embrace to Gron.

"But in all seriousness, I really do understand that you're still traumatised from that event. It's been really stressful for all of us, having to sit in the hospital bed for months as you slowly heal. And I can tell you're exhausted too from taking care of our babies all by yourself..." she continued, her tone changing to a more serious one.

"I can't imagine what would've been like if I wasn't here anymore and you would have to do it all on your own," she further expressed, continuing to understand how difficult it would've been for him. "Now that I'm finally out... I want to help you make up for lost time. So starting today, I want to help you with the kids and around the house whenever I can. And when we have the time, we could find a babysitter so we can have time for ourselves."

Gron, attempting to stay mad but couldn't, turned towards Lynda and smiled back. "If I could suggest two people, Vincent or my boss could help us watch over the boys," he replied playfully before chuckling, "I wouldn't want to give up on them and take our kids to foster care. That'll be a dumbass move for me to do, haha..." he further added, laughing softly. Lynda couldn't help but smirk at Gron's comment, now wishing to tease her husband in return.

"You mean like that time you slipped on a bar of soap during our first date?" she asked, her tone still carrying that playful tone. Gron's face turned red once again in embarrassment as Lynda giggled once again.

"It was that damn waiter pulling a joke on me," he responded back. "Really, who puts a slippery bar of soap in front of a bathroom stall when I was using it?" Lynda just ruffled her husband's hair playfully before replying with: "Sure thing, Mr. Soapy."

Gron attempted to growl at her, but let out a small chuckle, enjoying the playful banter with his wife once again.

End of Chapter 4

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Chapter 3

>Chapter 3: The Diner's a Paradise! Right?

It is nearing the end of the 1960s with there being a children's entertainment diner opened on October 3rd of 1968 called Goldie's ParaDiner. It was managed by a kind and welcoming individual named Mr. Fredbear who is in charge of the place's income and maintenance.

The location is a place where kids and grown-ups alike will be able to be entertained by an animatronic bear and bunny on stage. It is also home to a special type of animatronic group that is specially designed where it could double as both an animatronic and costume called springlocks suits. The two springlock animatronics are named Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, with Mr. Fredbear passing his name to the yellow bear himself of course.

Having quit their job at Fazbear INC, both Gron and Vincent decided to work at the diner, not having to worry about discovering any abused employees and worshipping robots anymore. Gron works as an performing entertainer known as "The Green Jester", wearing a green and yellow outfit, white gloves, a jester hat and shoes, and a grey bowtie. Gron didn't mind this at all for this is what he was known as before getting married to his loving wife Lynda.

Vincent also worked as an entertainer, but he also manages behind the counter, collecting the money for every customer that comes into the restaurant. He also recorded training tapes for any new employees applying to work at Goldie's ParaDiner too, always making sure to recommend newcomers to listen to each one of his tapes and remember them carefully.

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On November 5th, Mr. Fredbear was expecting a very important shipment to come in before the diner closes for the night. Once it arrived and was carried to Backstage, he opened the large package and was very confused by what's inside. What he had ordered did come, being two cheaply made costumes of Fredbear and Spring Bonnie. But there were two animatronics that Mr. Fredbear did not recognize. They seem to be like the normal springlock suits that were already shipped not too long ago, however looking at both of their blueprints, their endoskeletons are drastically different to what he was used to with the springlocks. Then, Vincent walked into the room just as Mr. Fredbear turned his head towards him.

"Oh! Hey, Vincent," Mr. Fredbear spoke with a slight smile before turning back to the blueprints with a troubled expression. Seeing how puzzled the man was, Vincent walked over and joined him, looking over the blueprints.

"What is it you're noticing?" Vincent asked Mr. Fredbear, his concern reflected in his voice as he stood beside him.

"Well..." Mr. Fredbear began, his voice taking on a more puzzled tone as he tried to explain what he was seeing. "It seems these two animatronics are different than the two springlocks we have... the design differences and the way their inner mechanisms and endoskeletons are set up are all very... weird."

Vincent takes a look at both the blueprints and the two animatronics in front of him. One was designed as a humanoid wearing yellow clothing and a black fedora while the other is designed to be a yellow cat holding what looks to be a staff.

"Strange," Vincent commented with a confused expression. "Uh, hey. Where are you ordering these animatronics at by the way, if you don't mind me asking?" Mr. Fredbear's tone takes on a puzzling tone as he looks for the trademark or logo of the company he bought the animatronics from.

"Oh, um... They came from Fazbear INC, I believe?" He then pointed to the company's logo on the bottom right of the blueprint to which Vincent looked at it and slowly frowned, now understanding where the springlocks had come from as his expression darkened.

"So... his company is still in business after 1963," Vincent said darkly, looking at the two yellow animatronics. Mr. Fredbear turned to Vincent with a puzzled look, not understanding what he's talking about.

"Who's he?" he asked. "The man who produces these robots," Vincent responded grimly, pointing at the blueprints of the animatronics. Mr. Fredbear looked at the Fazbear INC logo and saw who Vincent was talking about.

"Oh, you mean... him?" He said, his expression becoming darker and more concerned as well. Vincent nodded solemnly at his words.

"We thought we did what we could to get his company out of business. But I guess that wasn't enough," his tone grew dark before facing Mr. Fredbear. "Why are you ordering animatronics from that horrid company? Were you under some contract that you can't back out of?"

Mr. Fredbear simply sighed with a regretful tone. "Yes, unfortunately. Because I had already placed my orders to the company, I'm under a contract with Fazbear INC that I'm unable to back out of, I'm afraid," he said, "the only way for me to end the partnership with the company is if both parties agree to end the deal." Vincent could only let out a small groan, understanding Mr. Fredbear's predicament.

"And knowing what he plans to do with his company, he isn't surely planning to end the partnership," he said in a quiet, yet pissed tone. Mr. Fredbear looked out to space and sighed again, expressing his helplessness in the situation.

"Well, the good part about this is that he isn't actively trying to hunt you and Gron down," he said, trailing off with a concerned tone, "... but it doesn't seem to matter now at this point." Vincent just remained pissed, but solemnly nodded to his words.

"So what do we do with these two? We can't have anyone wearing them in case they malfunction upon putting them on," he asked. Mr. Fredbear looked up at Vincent with a slight smile, signifying he does know what to do before going over to carry the humanoid animatronic. "Take the cat animatronic and follow me," he said, walking out of the Backstage and into the cool silent dining room.

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After a few minutes, the two yellow animatronics are thrown into an underground basement just below the diner by Mr. Fredbear and Vincent. While Mr. Fredbear returned upstairs, Vincent stayed behind for a moment, examining the cat and human animatronics before following Mr. Fredbear up the stairs and locking the basement door behind him.

"When you begin recording new springlock suit tapes in the morning, please mention to never pick the ones that have recently been shipped," he instructed Vincent carefully, "we don't want anyone wearing as a unrecognisable character and spray blood on the customers if they even take one step, alright?" Vincent silently nodded before the pair exited out of the diner, getting ready to lock up.

"Have a good night, Mr. Fredbear," Vincent called out before walking off. Mr. Fredbear waved back as he locked the front door up, heading home in the cool evening.

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On December 23rd, two days before Christmas, Gron decided to take his wife and kids to Goldie's ParaDiner for an early family Christmas trip. It was a cold and snowy day, but he was determined to make it special for his family. His kids including Charles, Brody, and Jackson were particularly excited about going there and enjoying themselves.

"Go ahead and take the kids to the car, I gotta get something before we go," Gron told Lynda as he turned off the fireplace. Lynda nodded in agreement, taking the kids to the car first before waiting for Gron. He grabbed his lucky fedora off the couch, adjusted his tie, and left the living room. Locking the front door, he walked into the car and started up the engine.

"Ready for a fun time at Goldie's?" Gron asked happily to his three kids before buckling his seatbelt. Charles, Brody, and Jackson all nodded with a bright smile as Gron began to drive the car to Goldie's ParaDiner.

As he was driving the car towards the diner, he didn't notice a light blue car driving right passed them and struck a semi-truck, making it go out of control and causing the rope holding the oil tanks to loosen, making two of them roll off the flatbed and starting rolling towards the family's car.

"Gron, look out!" Lynda yelled his name as Gron looked up just in time to see the two oil tanks rolling towards them at an extremely high speed. He quickly turned the wheel, just nearly missing the rolling tanks and crashing off road. The impact was severe with the car having a massive dent and everyone inside nearing death.

The light blue car then parked just on the side of the road and out stepped from the vehicle is a man wearing a red trench coat, blue shirt, brown hair, and a sinister grin on his face. He walked to the family's car and surveyed the damage done to them. He turned his head towards Gron who was barely moving and smiled a cold smirk.

"Maybe after this event, you will learn to never fuck with me and my business ever again. If you survive that is..." He whispered before walking back to his car and driving off. Gron couldn't tell who the person was outside and can't make out what they were saying before being slowly knocked unconscious.

The semi-truck driver then stepped outside and surveyed the damage caused by the crash, immediately contacting emergency services by dialling 911. The ambulance soon arrived bringing the injured family to the emergency room for treatment.

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The ambulance arrived at the hospital and rushed the family inside, bringing them into the emergency room where they were quickly handed to the doctors inside. When the doctors entered the room, they were surprised to see the family in such horrible conditions, especially Gron being particularly hurt in the accident.

As all the doctors and nurses came in, an unknown doctor from outside stepped into the room and ordered them to go take care of another patient, saying he'll take over the procedure of the family. The "doctor" walked up to Gron's unconscious body, looked at him closely for a long time, and spoke in a cold and emotionless tone.

"You should have never joined the Fazbear INC. family in the first place." He then walked over to Lynda's life support, staring back at Gron as he hovered his hand over the heartbeat monitor's cord. Just as he was about to rip it out, he stopped and listened for any noise, hearing the doorknob as someone approached their room.

Opening the door was Vincent, rushing in after hearing the news. He took one look at Gron and his family, his expression becoming serious as he noticed the severity of everyone's conditions. His eyes shifted towards the "doctor" who was still hovering his hand over Lynda's life support. Vincent then approached the "doctor" as his eyes narrowed.

"The hell are you doing, doctor?" he said, getting to his face. The "doctor" immediately realised who Vincent was upon entry and took his hand off of the life support cord with uncanny haste, quickly exiting out of the room just before the other doctors and nurses arrived back into the room. Vincent looked over at the doctors who had entered the room.

One of the doctors approached Vincent and spoke in a low yet calm tone: "We'll take care of them from here, sir. Don't worry." Vincent silently nodded as he walked out of the emergency room, looking back as the doctors and nurses attended to Gron and his injured family. As he walks down the hallway, he couldn't stop thinking about the mysterious doctor and what they were doing, attempting to end Lynda's life.

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Once Vincent left the hospital and walked out to the parking lot, he saw the "doctor" once again, removing his doctor outfit. He had a malevolent look on his face, as if he had something unpleasant to say. He walked up to Vincent and said sternly: "You've almost ruined my boss's business, and now you and Gron are going to pay for it."

Vincent snapped back angrily, glaring at him: "Your so-called boss is torturing and enslaving innocent people that are working under his company." The "doctor" remained vigilant as he stared back at Vincent.

"That's a pretty bold accusation," he said coldly, "but I can assure you that Fazbear INC does not torture nor enslave anyone." Vincent's anger grew and his eyes narrowed.

"Were you NOT trying to pull the plug on Gron's wife who, mind you, is innocent?" he asked, unable to hold his anger any longer.

"No. I was not attempting to pull the plug on Gron's wife," he said, his tone remaining cold and monotone as he turned around and walked to his car with a sly grin forming on his face. Vincent just seeth in rage and was just about to tell the "doctor" off for his actions until he drove off from the parking lot, not hearing more of Vincent's rant. Vincent was left standing there fuming with anger, unable to vent his frustrations. Needing to relax for a while, he walked to his car and drove back home in a huff.

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A few days later, Gron finally awoke from his unconscious state and finds himself and his family in the emergency room, surrounded by medical equipment. He sat up from his hospital bed, his eyes focusing on Vincent, who was sitting in a chair right beside him.

"Vincent...? What.. happened?" he barely spoke out, his voice getting hoarse from the accident, making him unable to speak out. Vincent looked up at the sound of Gron's voice and slightly smiled towards his face.

"You were in a terrible accident, that's what happened," he gently said, "But you're alright now, and everyone else is, too." Gron looked over to see a doctor currently seeing his youngest son, Jackson, checking to see if he's doing alright.

"How is my son, doctor..?" he asked, doing his best to focus on what the doctor has to say. The doctor looked at Gron confidently and reassured him with a kind smile as he spoke about Jackson.

"Your son is fine, Mr. Takaliken, no need to worry. He just has a few minor bruises and scratches, but nothing more than that."

Gron's concern for Jackson slightly eased, as he felt relief hearing that his youngest son is alright. "And my wife Lynda... is she?" Gron spoke hoarsely again, fearing for the worst.

The doctor remained silent for a moment before responding with a serious tone. "Unfortunately, your wife has suffered severe injuries around her back," he said in a calm tone, "and we are still running some tests. She's currently in critical condition." Gron wasn't surprised by the news of Lynda's condition, but is still left anxious and helpless.

"She'll be okay, right?" he asked again. The doctor gave Gron a slight smile and a reassuring look, hoping to ease his worries.

"Mr. Takaliken, I understand your concerns, but we're doing everything we can to make sure that she and your kids are okay," he replied in an understanding tone. As Gron watches the doctor go over to check on Brody, Gron turns to Vincent with worrying eyes.

"She'll be alright, Gron," Vincent reassured him, "her life support is plugged in, showing that she's still breathing." Gron smiled weakly, looking over to Lynda as Vincent's expression grew more serious.

"That's what I want to warn you about, Gron," he gravely said as his tone grew dark, "Lynda almost got the plug pulled away by someone working under Fazbear INC." Gron upon hearing the mere mention of that infamous company made his skin grow goosebumps, making his paranoia and fear start to kick in.

"You mean... he's still hunting us?" he asked, his hoarse voice starting to become more urgent. Vincent was silent as he nodded, which added to Gron's tension and fear.

"And not only that, but his company is still in business even after we quit that day," he added darkly, "And the animatronics that Mr. Fredbear ordered for the diner? They came straight from Fazbear INC." Gron's tension and anxiety only continued to grow as Vincent elaborated on Fazbear INC s recent doings.

Almost getting killed after sabotaging Fazbear INC s machine, getting into a brutal car crash, and almost losing his wife to one of Fazbear INC s men. He's built up so much paranoia and fear as the events pile up that his voice begins to crack and his eyes start to water a little. Vincent's face grew tender with concern, seeing Gron beginning to break down. He walked over to his friend's hospital bed and put his hand on his shoulder in a reassuring gesture for comfort.

"You want me to get you a drink before I get going?" he asked, trying to comfort Gron. Gron looked up at Vincent with a single tear streaming down his face and nodded silently.

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It's now December 28th, 3 days after Christmas, and Gron was finally able to stand up and walk around on his own again. However, Lynda would still need to be in the hospital for more treatment. As Gron and his kids were about to leave the hospital room, he turned to his wife.

"Are you gonna be alright here, dear?" Gron asked his wife, still feeling anxious about leaving her alone in the hospital.

"Of course, honey," Lynda replied, giving Gron a weak smile with reassurance, "I just need a little more time before I'm fully better." Gron smiled back before giving her a kiss on her forehead. Jackson walked up to his mother's hospital bed and quickly hugged her.

"I'll miss you, mommy," he said softly, his voice almost close to tearing up. Lynda immediately hugged her son back, her smile remaining weak from her injuries. Brody and Charles also joined in and hugged their mother too, trying to fight back the tears. Gron was close to crying before wiping a tear from his face.

"Alright boys, let's go. Our taxi is waiting for us," he said, making sure to stay strong even though he's still shaken from the whole accident and everything that happened afterwards. The three kids all joined Gron and followed him out of the hospital room, leaving Lynda alone. Lynda felt a twinge of sadness as they went out of sight, but knew that her health came first.

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As Gron and his kids left the hospital and got into the taxi, Gron knew that he should give his kids their Christmas presents since it has already passed. His heart began to warm at the thought of them finally being able to open their presents, especially after what they went through.

"Hey kids, how about once we go back home, we start opening your presents?" he suggested, his tone hopeful and energetic as he looked back at his sons.

Brody, Charles, and Jackson looked at one another before immediately nodding their head in eager excitement. The atmosphere in the taxi was lively as they anticipated the moment when they could finally open their presents.

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Gron and his three kids are finally back home with the warmth of the fireplace starting to warm the house up and their cold skin. Jackson, being the youngest of his siblings, was the first one to open his present to see a toy train inside.

"Woah, a train!" he exclaimed excitedly as he began to play with the toy train on the floor, his youthful energy showing through with every excited movement.

"Must be one of Santa's presents," Charles said, his tone filled with joyful wonder as he watches Jackson play with his present. Brody simply smiled, feeling a tad bit sore from the incident, but just feeling happy to finally open their presents.

"Ok, Brody, you're next to open your present," Gron spoke with encouragement in his still hoarse voice. Brody went over to the tree to find his present and opened it to find a black fedora with a red stripe on it. His eyes lit up with excitement as he put it on and danced around with it.

"Wow, that hat really fits your style, Brody," Charles compliments him warmly. Brody nodded eagerly without saying a word as he adjusted his scarf around his neck. It's now Charles's turn to open his present but when he couldn't find his present under the tree.

"Hey dad, where's my present?" Charles asked confusingly. Gron chuckled as he went behind the couch and grabbed a rather medium sized present from out of there, giving it to Charles. He soon opens it up and looks inside to find... a wooden doll.

"Woahhh! A wooden man! Cool!!" Charles exclaimed in joyful energy as Brody and Jackson came over to look at it curiously. Gron sat back down on the couch after giving Charles his present, watching his kids play with their presents they got along with their other toys, He was filled with joy in his heart, seeming to have forgotten all about their accident.

Deep down, he still thinks about what Vincent told him about their old boss and his awful company, having to live with the fact that he's still managing his horrid company and shipping off animatronics to the place he works at. He tries to hide his pain and feelings of frustration, knowing that his children shouldn't be exposed to their father in such a depressive state, both mentally and physically.

For now, he decides to enjoy his Christmas evening with his three kids before tucking them to bed.

End of Chapter 3

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[chrisgraves09]

The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Chapter 2

>Chapter 2: Birth of Fazbear INC.

It is now the 1960s, about 20 or so years ever since Alison and his men raided Gilbert Facility for Gilbert's Machine. They have already started running their own business called Fazbear Incorporated, a manufacturing facility where they create a whole line of animatronics of their own design and create different businesses all around America to receive more cash money, making Alison's ego and greed grow stronger and stronger with how much they're making. It's exactly what he wanted from the start: To gain absolute power at the palm of his hand and he won't hesitate to take matters by any means necessary. Putting up a "Help Wanted!" sign on the building's window of Fazbear INC, quite a lot of people flocked into the building and were hired by Alison. One person he hired speaks to him in particular and it was a relatively well knit man wearing a fitted purple shirt and golden badge that reads "Vincent Smith '' on it. His face looks like he had just recently come back from the war.

"So your name's Vincent, huh? And you served in the military, you say?" Alison spoke, observing him closely.

"Yes, I did. I just got out not long ago, actually." Vincent replied. "Hmm, I see..." Alison said, his mind already working overtime as to how he can use it to his advantage.

"Well, welcome to Fazbear Incorporated. We're glad to have you here to work with us." Vincent gave Alison a silent nod as he was given an annual Fazbear INC. uniform to put on. Alison could see the military air about his new employee. This was exactly the strong and competent staff he wanted for his company.

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As Vincent started work on developing the animatronics, Alison became more intrigued by this new employee as he saw many possibilities running through his mind. He had his personal agenda when it came to what this company would become, and he had a lot of ambitious plans laid out for it. He could sense that Vincent could play a big role in his plan, but Alison would need to gain his trust first before going further.

"So Vincent, question. What made you want to join this company instead of continuing serving the military?" Alison asked, his tone and expression indicating curiosity. Vincent shifted awkwardly as he felt pressured to leave after a certain event happened, but didn't want to elaborate on it.

"It's... complicated," Vincent said hesitantly.

"Hm.. complicated, huh? Alison said, sensing something going on with Vincent's past, but decided not to go deeper with any more questions. "Well in any case, you're starting to be a hard worker and a diligent employee," Allison said with a grin forming on his face, "And I can tell just from looking at you. You have what it takes to succeed here at Fazbear INC, especially for a military vet like you, no less."

Vincent smiled as his tone became slightly relaxed,"I appreciate the compliment, and I promise to do whatever task you or your other employees ask me to do." Alison nodded as he walked away, leaving Vincent to continue on his work.

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A few days later, Vincent was hard at work in his new position at Fazbear INC. Everyone in the company saw how hardworking he was and respected him for that. Vincent put in his best efforts and continued to do his absolute best, gaining recognition and trust by every employee, especially Alison who seems to rely on him more. One day, he was on his work break talking to someone on the phone about his job. Unbeknownst to Vincent, a young adult woman was silently watching him with a knife in her hand on the other end of the room. She quietly approached Vincent and was just about to stab him until Vincent looked back and quickly moved out of the way, with just a small scar on his arm. Vincent was in shock for a few moments to process what just happened. He looked at the woman with a mix of shock and fear in his eyes.

"You..." she said in a cold, menacing tone, clearly blaming Vincent for her outburst as she pointed the knife to him.

"What... Do you mean?" Vincent asked, his voice getting shaky while struggling to keep his composure. The woman just keeps advancing, getting dangerously close to Vincent and gripping the knife in her hand. Suddenly, Alison walks into the room and watches the scene unfold before him.

"Scarlet, what are you doing?" he said, his tone remaining neutral but sharp, approaching towards them. Scarlet remained in her aggressive position for a few moments before putting the knife down and ran off with a huff. Vincent felt his heart racing after that sudden encounter as Alison turned towards him with a neutral expression on his face.

"Sorry about Scarlet," he said with a slight smile, "She's one of the few employees that worked here for about a year and heh... time hasn't been too kind to her and she grew more unstable and irritable, you know what I mean?" Vincent tilted his head slightly in confusion before nodding as his heart rate began to steady. Alison then continued speaking calmly with a sly grin.

"She'll get over it like normal," he said dismissively, "Things like this happen often here so don't worry if you're feeling stressed." Alison then walks away with his hands behind his back, leaving Vincent alone to give him some room to breathe and to process what had just occurred.

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On October 29th of 1963, weeks after the sudden incident, Vincent was on break once again as he recollected what had happened throughout his time working at Fazbear INC. When he begins to sip his cup of coffee, a fairly skinny man wearing a green fitted shirt and yellow tie walks into the room and notices Vincent who looks up to see him too.

"Gron? Is that you?" Vincent asked, putting his coffee mug down and rose from his seat.

"Hey Vincent! Good to see you again after so long," Gron replied happily before giving Vincent a genuine handshake. Vincent smiled back at Gron, feeling happy to see an old friend after so long.

"It's been ages. How are you and Lynda doing?" he said, clasping Gron's hand firmly with his own.

"We've been doing great, thanks," Gron replied, feeling just as happy to see Vincent. "Having to take care of our two kids with a third one coming has been quite exhausting, but we've been doing fine though, haha." Vincent chuckled, feeling more at ease as he catches up with Gron.

"Sounds like you guys have got your hands full," he said before continuing,"so what brings you here? You got hired for the company?"

Gron replied, "Yeah I did, and almost everyone is just so nice to me after I got employed. Well, apart from getting a side eye from our boss." Vincent's expression turned concerned as he knows who Gron is talking about. "Alison?" he asked.

"Yep, after I got employed, he looked at me in kind of a stern and threatening way. Almost like I did something wrong or that he saw me from somewhere," Gron explained, feeling a twinge of shiver in his spine. Vincent looked over at Gron, listening intently as he recalled a similar event happening while working.

"Alison has been acting off since I started working here," he replied,"he commented that one employee was acting all stressed out due to stuff in her life after she attempted to attack me. And yet, I don't exactly know what to make of it." Gron looks at Vincent for a few moments, trying to think of a possible explanation for this.

"You think Alison has something to do with that employee's strange act of violence?" he asked, his curiosity growing by the moment. Vincent slightly nodded at Gron's answer.

"Maybe... we'll just have to keep an eye on him in case he does anything irrational," Vincent commented with a concerned expression, getting an uneasy feeling on what kind of company both he and Gron are working under.

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Later, both Gron and Vincent spotted Alison turning his head left to right, acting as if he's being suspiciously watched.

"He's hiding something, and we have to find out what it is," Vincent said, his tone growing determined.

"But what if we get caught?" Gron whispered back, feeling a tiny bit anxious but willing to take the risk.

"Then we'll have to be careful and not alert him," Vincent replied as they both started to quietly and stealthily follow Alison. The pair grew more and more suspicious of Alison, making sure they weren't making too much noise. As they watch Alison, they notice that instead of walking to his office like normal, he was heading down a hidden stairway that when closely inspected, looks to be covered with red stains.

"Something just isn't right..." Gron said, his voice whispering and filled with caution. Vincent felt inclined to agree, but didn't say it out loud so they continued to quietly follow Alison, not making a sound.

Continuing down the stairs, Alison took a second glance to make sure no one is following him as he heads to a secret area that no one but Alison is aware of in the building. Gron and Vincent followed silently behind him, feeling their curiosity peaking by the minute.

"He's definitely up to something, let's see what it is..." Vincent whispered, as he and Gron creeped down the steps, remaining out of sight. Gron and Vincent were now nearing the bottom of the stairs, being able to see that there is a door at the very bottom, as it appears to be locked.

"Damn, a locked door... and there doesn't seem to be a keyhole," Vincent whispered to Gron, remaining as quiet as possible as the pair got close to the door.

"Perhaps it needs some kind of code?" Gron suggested, looking around the dimly lit area for some kind of clue. Both of them search the door and its immediate surroundings for any sort of hint until Gron looks under a nearby table to find small numbers that read "204-863". Once Gron saw the small hidden numbers, he immediately knew what it was: A passcode.

"Found it," Gron exclaimed quietly to Vincent as he implemented the code into the door, unlocking it instantly. With quick, silent movements, Gron and Vincent carefully and quietly opened the door to reveal a small narrow staircase. The pair felt their anxiousness and suspicion grow as they descended deeper below ground. When the pair reached the last stair and peeked beyond the corner, they were both left speechless.

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In this rather large area that is being unveiled before their eyes, there are people enslaved, whipped and abused until their bodies are bruised and bloodied, and are forced to work continuously without rest. The cries of many echoed all around them as they were being forced to worship an animatronic chained to the wall that was under construction. Vincent felt his gut churn as he looked at the scene, feeling more and more horrified by the second.

"What... is that?" he muttered, his tone shaky. Gron too is filled to the brim with shock and disgust that he couldn't bare the words to say what it is. In the centre of the room, the large unfinished animatronic emitted unknown voices and whispers as the enslaved workers worshipped it by reciting a word for word poem in its honour.

"Those are our co-workers down there..." Vincent whispered out, repeating it while feeling a mix of rage and sorrow welling up inside him. What has Alison been keeping secretly from so many people? They both knew that Alison was suspicious, but didn't realise he was this horrible. Vincent and Gron quickly escape the hidden room, making their way to the building's top floor without anyone noticing them. However, Alison knew they were there, hearing the metal staircase as the pair made their way upstairs. They soon reached the elevator and quickly entered, not wasting any time before confronting Alison.

"We need to stop him..." Vincent said, his tone grim.

"Immediately." Gron agreed,"

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Soon, the elevator ascends up to the last floor of Fazbear INC where the duo enters the room to find Gilbert's Machine, the one thing responsible for creating the animatronics, in the centre of the room. Vincent approaches it with slight caution, making sure no one's around.

"So this is the machine that Alison told me about," he said in a grim tone, looking over to Gron who also approached it with an uncomfortable expression on his face. Gilbert's Machine was grey in coloration and shaped like a bucket, having a wide chamber sitting right at the centre, cables and cords sitting at the top with switches and dials on the side. It truly was a complex device designed to create robots.

The duo decided to sabotage the machine so no more animatronics were created and Alison's company would go out of business. Gron quickly finds a power switch while Vincent examines the wide chamber, figuring out how to damage it. Having attempted to pull the power switch, the machine wasn't gonna let up that easily. Vincent then damaged the chamber by slamming his fists onto it while Gron spotted an emergency shutoff button and pressed it, resulting in the machine to have stopped moving.

"Phew, hopefully that should do it," Gron said, wiping a sweat from his face as he and Vincent went into the elevator and descended to the first floor again.

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With Gilbert's Machine seemingly disabled, Gron and Vincent returned to the first floor only to see Alison standing across from them, looking furious. His expression instantly hardened and his eyes narrowed, looking directly at the pair with a stern glare.

"Both of you, what the hell were you doing on the top floor?" Alison said in an aggressive but stern tone. Gron points a finger at him angrily.

"What were YOU doing to our co-workers? We saw what you've been doing in that room!" he yelled, not backing down. Alison steps closer to Gron and Vincent, his face growing more and more furious as his tone becomes darker while his temper flares.

"What exactly do you think you saw there?" he says, growling at Gron in particular. "Look here, whatever you saw is what I always envisioned ever since I was a child: Having to overpower the weak and making sure they're in their place, doing exactly what they're told to do. By any means necessary. And I'm not letting some Vietnam veteran and some vomit weakling ruin what I have built up to and is accomplishing!"

Vincent then stands in front of Gron with a firm expression, speaking in an aggressive way to Alison. "Just because you're our boss doesn't give you the right to treat innocent workers in a way that's despicable. What you've been doing to our co-workers has been nothing short of barbaric and unjust! So how about instead of acting like the problem is just our presence on the top floor, you begin fixing yourself up and become a better person, owning up to your actions?"

Alison just started laughing maliciously before glaring at both Vincent and Gron.

"That part of myself died a long time ago..." He grinned evilly before running towards Gron, attempting to kill him first.

Just as Alison was about to kill Gron, Vincent stepped in and brutally punched him directly in his face so hard that he became knocked unconscious on the side of the floor, giving Vincent and Gron the opportunity to make their way out of Fazbear INC, escaping the building quickly and successfully.

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After that day, both Vincent and Gron came to a horrifying realisation: They've been working under a man who could only be described as a monster, someone who was doing the deeds of the Devil himself. It was as if Alison were a demon, hellbent on controlling the lives of innocent people and causing large amounts of pain and torment.

"We worked under him this whole time, not knowing his true colours... how could I be so blind?" Vincent said, his voice becoming more sombre and grim. Gron shared his friend's grave tone as he too felt sombre.

"And I had just got hired by him on my first day too," he said,"I can't imagine how many people that also worked under him were brutally abused by... that creature."

Soon, their voices grew quieter as they both tried to take their minds off of that by drinking.

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Meanwhile back at Fazbear INC, Gilbert's Machine, now damaged, had suddenly turned back on, starting to create animatronics that couldn't be described by anyone. Due to Gron and Vincent's sabotage, its AI and whatever that inhabits the contraption became corrupted, leading to unexpected developments to occur like a torturous future hitting the world.

End of Chapter 2

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[chrisgraves09]

The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Chapter 1

>Chapter 1: Attack at Gilbert Facility

The plane made the landing in Japan and the mafia gang all started to make their move.

"Let's go boys," Alison called to his gang members. "Get your weapons and devices. The time has come for us to grab that machine."

They all start to book it to their destination once their devices' cellular communications picked up a signal, heading to the direction in all haste. Alison and his gang were getting close to the location with frequency until they saw the Gilbert Facility building up ahead. Taking out their special devices to mask their weapons from possible detection, they began planning their approach before sneaking into the facility without any suspicion. Alison stayed behind to make another call to Gilbert Facility's boss before going inside.

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In his office, Alei was startled by the sudden phone call and quickly answered it. "Hello? Who is this?" he asked.

The voice on the other end spoke in a calm but aggressive tone, "Oh, you don’t remember? We talked on the phone before, didn't we?" Alei's heartbeat picked up as he recognized who it was.

"It's you.." he whispered nervously. Alison laughed menacingly at the sound of Alei's scared tone, knowing he has the upper hand here.

"Yeah, it's me," he said. "You remembered that offer you declined to me last time? The offer about selling me your machine, making millions of dollars and maybe upgrading your tech into something more?"

Alei lets out a sigh of frustration as he knew that something bad would happen soon enough, but he's never one to back out of a decision. "Yeah, so what?" Alei asked, trying to sound unfazed and firm."I already denied your offer the first time you asked me about selling you the machine. What makes this time any different?"

Alison chuckled with sinister intent as he spoke,"Well you see, I'm calling you to tell you that I was left with a full on decline. Do you know how much money you would receive if you just accepted my offer? Thousands, millions even, and yet you decided to not take it. So I'm coming into the facility to take what is rightfully mine by any means necessary. No one declines what the Storyteller wants."

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When Alison hung up the phone, a sadistic smile tugged at his mouth. He turned to his right-hand man and gave him a new order. "Go in there with the rest of the gang and make sure no one in the building rejects anything ever again," he said, his tone dripping with malicious glee.

"Yes, sir," Alison's right-hand man replied, immediately taking action and leading the other gang members into the facility, using the technology they have to shut off the lights in the Gilbert Facility, creating the perfect cover for their attack. The entire facility plunged into darkness, and the scientists and workers began scrambling to protect themselves from being caught in the dangerous crossfire. Gunshots were going off inside every room, some scientists being injured with others being killed in the process. Scientists and workers that have survived luckily evacuated after escaping the shootout or were growing helpless to do anything as they're caught by surprise and overpowered by the gang members. As the chaos continued, Alison walked into the building, watching the carnage unfold with a sickened smile on his face.

"What a mess..." Alison said menacingly while watching the mayhem all around him. He was filled with morbid thoughts as he watched his henchmen gun down innocent people that were trying to escape the building. His right-hand man approaches him with a gun in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Everyone in this facility is either dead or has been evacuated, sir," he said while reloading his gun. "Shall we go ahead and find the owner in this place to kill him?" Alison walks by him with a malicious chuckle and a hand gesture.

"No need, Logan. I'll handle it myself," he replied. "Get our men to go retrieve the machine in one of the rooms and take it outside." Logan nodded and called to the gang members to find where Gilbert's Machine is while Alison navigates through the building finding where Alei is until he notices a security camera on the wall, signifying that Alei is in the office, watching everything go down.

"You see what's happening down here, Mr. Volendez?" Alison called out while looking at the security camera."All of this carnage and death is what the Storyteller will do if you decline their offer. And the Storyteller is coming after you next, so don't even try running away." And with that, Alison begins looking into every room, trying to find the office where Alei is hiding in.

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Watching the cameras and seeing everyone that was innocent getting killed, Alei could feel his panic starting to set in as realises that Alison is looking for him. Alei, in his office funnel pod, travelled down to Floor 1 and as he was about to escape, the transporter doors suddenly closed on him, trapping him in the office. He began pounding his fists on the windows and door in a desperate attempt to get out, but it was no use. Looking up at the window, Alison could be seen walking up to the office pod and staring at Alei through the window with a sinister grin on his face.

"No one declines a good offer and walks away without any consequences," he said in a ominous and threatening tone, enjoying the power he has over Alei. "The Storyteller will ensure that you suffer in here for denying them."

Soon enough, Alei started to become dizzy and weak until he looked up to see the air vents opened up, emanating toxic gas inside the office. As the gas continued to fill the office, Alei's breathing became laboured when he tried to scream out for help, but was unable to get words out due to how deadly the gas was getting. His vision started to blur, and he could feel his heart slowing down until finally, his vision faded completely to black. His last words were a quiet "help me..." before Alei's body hit the floor, his last thoughts were of Alison and his sadistic nature.

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Before Alison had left the building, he noticed the three deactivated robotic vessels inside their respective testing chamber across the room in the lab. He didn't recognize how significant they were yet, but he could feel his interest rising as he observed them carefully, looking for why they could be important. Observing another empty room, he finds a bottle of an antidote that seems like it's something extremely special and powerful. The description of its side effects made him feel wary, but his interest piqued when he read "90% immortality" on the bottle.

"Immortality, huh?" Alison smirked with malicious intent. He quickly drank half of the bottle, savouring its taste as it rolled down his throat. He could feel the effects coursing through his body the instant he drank it.

Soon enough, Alison put the other half of the antidote in his pocket and quickly ran out of the facility, meeting up with Logan and their henchmen that got hold of Gilbert's Machine. They rushed off to the airport and booked their flight back to America as soon as they could before the police arrived at the crime scene to investigate. While climbing aboard the plane, Alison held onto the antidote bottle in case he needed it for the future.

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A week later, Alison and his gang arrived back to America with Gilbert's Machine at their disposal, now under full control of them as they began concepting a business area to make loads of money.

"With this machine in our possession, we'll soon build ourselves an entire company we can call our own," Alison announced to his gang members, a sly grin forming on his face. "And this won't be just like any other company," he continued. "We'll use the machine to make lifelike animatronic robots of our own design to create money-making restaurants. And the best part? All of the profits that this company generates will go directly straight to us. We'll be the ones controlling the entire thing, we'll make loads of money in the process! What do you guys think?"

The gang members were silent for a moment before they grinned and cheered at the prospect of immense profits filling their minds, making Alison's ego and pride grow with each passing compliment.

Despite their confidence and plans, Alison and his gang members were unaware about the sudden malfunctions of Gilbert's Machine. It was almost like something got inside of it, making it have a mind of its own.

End of Chapter 1

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

The Return to Freddy’s Rewritten: Prologue

>Prologue: The Beginning

On March 25th of 1942, a secret government hospital facility named the "Gilbert Facility '' was located somewhere in Japan and founded by the Japanese government. The facility was top secret, kept secure with its classified operations, and hidden to the public eye as it was set up to conduct various experiments and research certain topics, including the search for a possible cure to a rare, but severe disease called "super cancer." Many researchers have worked tirelessly to create a cure for the disease, one of them was the brilliant Dr. Gilbert Volendez, the owner and founder of the Gilbert Facility. He researched many methods on how to combat the "super cancer" disease, but couldn't find a way to and was thinking of giving up the search. However in May, he found a way to preserve a person if they're ever diagnosed with the rare disease: They can transfer that person's soul from their original human body into any object or mechanism of their choosing. Most of the scientists weren't sure of Gilbert's decision, thinking of the end result and how it might backfire on them if they choose to go that route. But they decided to go along with it as they're curious on what will happen, making it become the facility's most important project dubbed as the "Save the Kids Project".

The "Save the Kids Project" is an idea proposed by Gilbert to protect children that are diagnosed with "super cancer" by transferring their souls into robotic vessels that are both approachable and friendly. This project was intended to not only provide these kids protection from the deadly disease, but also a chance at a longer life span. To create the robotic vessels, Dr. Volendez and his team of scientists and engineers have begun constructing a machine called "Gilbert's Machine", which is a highly advanced machine where its purpose is to create high-tech robots at a rapid pace. It is a feat of cutting edge technology and engineering that is designed to maintain the robotic vessels so they won't malfunction or cause any issues to the kids' souls transferred in them. While construction of Gilbert's Machine had started, Dr. Volendez thought of a perfect strategy to promote and spread awareness of the "Save the Kids Project" by creating a Japanese cartoon show for both children and adults to watch called "TY-CRAZ-MANIA!" The cartoon follows three main characters named Ty the Red Panda, Koly the Koala, and Sally the Panda as they along with many of their woodland friends go onto wacky and nonsensical adventures while having to stop bad guys that are attempting to destroy their home environment such as the naughty Lil' Franky, the insane Dr. Takaliken, and the nefarious Professor Volendez!

TY-CRAZ-MANIA's launch in late 1942 was met with success and excitement from the public that it became a phenomenon that was popular among kids and grown-ups alike. While the show helped to create awareness and promotion to the "Save the Kids Project", it also provided entertainment and joy to the kids where merchandise became part of the marketing. Ty had quickly become a fan-favourite to children due to his hilarious and lovable personality and many merch of him were sold out from stores. Despite the great success of the cartoon show, Dr. Volendez started to have a lingering concern about the project and its effects on the children's souls. The robotic vessels could become less stable and experience technical issues due to either malfunctions or potential hackers, making them less susceptible. He didn't want this to happen to the kids and wanted them to live on in their organic forms rather than their souls spending an eternity inside a metal body so to address this issue, he and his team of scientists set out to create a proposed antidote that could serve as an alternate method for if the robotic vessel idea backfires and causes any harm to the children.

On January 4th of 1943, Dr. Volendez and the scientists created the antidote codenamed "_RADSLA_" that was meant to be a proposed cure to the "super cancer" disease. They brought in five patients that were diagnosed with the severe disease to the Gilbert Facility to test the antidote and see if it'll be able to combat against it. After testing ended, the results were mixed. One patient was fully cured of "super cancer", but the other four were met with negative side effects after consuming the antidote which featured lightheadedness, itchy throat, infertility, and a strange percentage where immortality is involved. Because of these mixed results, the scientists decided not to further improve on the proposed antidote, not wanting to make anyone else diagnosed with the "super cancer" disease to feel worse. Finally, Gilbert's Machine was fully completed on July 17th of 1945 and construction on the robotic vessels began soon after. In excellent timing, 3 kids named Tobias Walker (Patient #20), Ford Snoverton (Patient #48), and Siara Pluffy (Patient #63) had recently signed up to be Gilbert Facility's first patients to test out having their souls transferred to their robotic vessels. Dr. Volendez and his scientists led the 3 kids into the testing chamber room one at a time and the soul transfer process began. Strapped down to their hospital beds for safety precautions, each child patient is given a special shot that'll knock them out so the soul transference can proceed. Then a metal soul extractor tube is hooked up to each of the patient's hearts and brains, and their energy starts to drain as their soul is transferred to their robotic vessel. The patients' heartbeats slowed down quickly until a flatline was heard. Just as silence fell, making Dr. Volendez fears that this project is a complete failure, one of the robotic vessels awakened and spoke up. The soul transference project is successful and the kids are saved from the "super cancer" disease, having Tobias's soul placed into Ty, Ford's soul placed in Koly, and Siara's soul put into Sally.

However, the "super cancer" disease had become a disastrous outbreak in Japan after the Hiroshima atomic bomb drop occurred in the same year in August. Not only was the disease becoming more common and affecting the habitat, but it had also been affecting people too. Phone doctors were called by thousands of people who struggled going to a hospital and seeing doctors in person due to the outbreak, causing a life-threatening pandemic to be in effect. At the same time this was occuring, Dr. Volendez had unfortunately become ill as he grew older and more sickly. On his final day of living, his son and wife visited him in the public hospital to say their final goodbyes to him before he passed on. Alei Volendez approaches his father's deathbed as he weakly puts his hand on Alei's shoulder. For his final words, Gilbert wanted his son to lead the Gilbert Facility so that he could be there when the infected patients are saved from the disease. Alei, with tears streaming down his face, nodded as he promised that he would take charge at the facility and to keep his father's vision alive. With one last comforting hug, Gilbert sadly passed with the sound of the flatline played in the room, signifying that his heart had stopped beating.

A year has passed ever since Gilbert died, and Alei took the role as the new lead scientist for the Gilbert Facility, keeping his father's wish in mind. On September 20th of 1946, Alei received a strange phone call from an anonymous individual. Their accent sounds very foreign to what Alei is used to and their voice is quite unsettling, as if they were looking for an inside job.

"Hello, and good afternoon, Mr. Volendez, is it? I've heard quite a lot of interesting things about this... machine of yours and what it is capable of. I'll be willing to purchase such a device like that from you. So I ask you, how much are you willing to sell for such a brilliant machine like that? I could give you loads of cash if you cooperate with us," the anonymous caller spoke in a calm voice.

"Sorry sir, but the machine is not up for sale," Alei said in a neutral tone, "The machine is property of the Gilbert Facility and we are not looking to sell it for money. And I would suggest you don't call back again for any offer you have. Thank you and good day." As Alei hung up the phone, he felt an uncomfortable shiver just thinking about the person he was talking to on the phone. He continued to do his work as usual, trying not to think about the unsettling phone call.

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In the United States of America, the anonymous caller that was hung up by Alei growled as they angrily put the phone down. They got up and called for a meeting with their mafia drug gang.

"Boys, pack your bags. We're going to Japan to grab a special contraption for our work," they told the gang, holding up a special device that would disguise their weapons and metal objects as safe items to avoid any suspicion from any security guards.

The gang members packed their bags and booked a flight at the airport as the head boss of the gang puts on their red trench coat, blue jeans, and white fedora on their head along with a nametag on their trench coat that reads: Alison Bairren.

End of Prologue

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

All’s well in the Takaliken Family, isn’t it?

#gron #lynda #charles #brody #jackson #golden lockjaw #old lockjaw #the puppet #woodbuddy #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

We're finally at the end of Volume 2 of TRtF and it's ending off with a bang, here are the characters from The Return to Freddy's 5!

I've made it to the finish line, I've done it.

#tortured lockjaw #bfpuppet #tortured kitty fazcat #tortured sugar #tortured dug #tortured freddy fazbear #tortured bonnie #tortured chica #tortured foxy #tortured koly #tortured sally #tortured ty #slaughter buster #slaughter saber #the beast #tortured fredbear #tortured spring bonnie #tortured puppet #golden kitty fazcat #torture device #woodbuddy #apparition souls #tortured shadow freddy #tortured shadow lockjaw #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf 5

[chrisgraves09]

What if everything never happened? What if it was all just a nightmare? You wished it was...

It is the year 20XX and things have changed ever since the 2010s. Your parents had went through a divorce, an incurable disease has spread all across the world, and almost everyone had fell under to serve a newly found ruler and their corrupted company.

You look into the mirror in your room. One moment you were once an innocent child, and then the next you're a 25 year old man, living alone in an cheap apartment and suffering from hallucinations and lucid nightmares. You receive a call from an anonymous person about solving a mystery case. A case that has since been dormant for so many years.

You're an investigator. Everyone, but you, had stepped down on a cold case surrounding the mysterious reports of missing workers of Fazbear INC. It's time for you to make a change. You must return to Freddy's, find the exact moment that changed everything, and end the nightmare once and for all.

We're counting on you, Carson... Your family will be happy to see you...

#freddy fazbear #bonnie #chica #foxy #kitty fazcat #withered sugar #dug #golden freddy #spring bonnie #withered showbiz ty #withered showbiz koly #withered showbiz sally #lockjaw #the puppet #golden lockjaw #........... #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf 5

[chrisgraves09]

Continung Volume 2 of The Return to Freddy's, next we have the characters from TRtF: _RADSLA_

#fairytale ty #fairytale koly #fairytale sally #DO NOT ACCESS #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf _radsla_

[chrisgraves09]

We're now entering Volume 2 of The Return to Freddy's, starting with the characters from FRANKBURT's.

#mr frankburt #buster #kitty #ms sugar #saber #beatrice #francine #bfpuppet #the jester #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf #welcome to frankburt's

[chrisgraves09]

The stage is set and all eyes are on you...

1 fancy restuarant, 5 nights, 9 animatronics, and only one of you. Think you can survive?

#mr. frankburt #welcome to frankburt's #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

"Your sweet little eyes, your little smile, is all I remember. Those fuzzy memories mess with my temper..."

#the puppet #frankburt #lockjaw #lynda #brody #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf

[chrisgraves09]

Hey.

This year has been the most stressful for me. Everything that has happened for the past few months has been rough for me, not just online, but in my personal life as well. People that I’ve looked up to getting into controversy, college is really kicking my ass and I have just started on it this year, and the passing of a family member that I’ve known ever since I was very little. It feels like everything I go or even do something, something bad happens. Like I have some kind of curse or something, I don’t know. It’s really getting into my head that I want to yell out in anger.

Plus, there are times where I really question my placement in the world. Like yeah, I draw and make models. But, what else do I offer besides those two? Nothing else. I’m just one of those random strangers that some person will randomly find on the internet who just so happens to have a standard and regular hobby that’s really passionate about it when I was like, 12? 14? Eh. Basically, I’m just like everyone else on the internet: A nerd that draws on sketch paper and models on their laptop that makes fan art of different franchises that I have an interest in.

Sometimes, I do have… thoughts that I kept to myself for a while and I keep on wondering: What would the internet be like if I wasn’t here at all? Like, I just disappear one day and never came back? I wouldn’t worry about stress, drama, or anything else. I would just be nonexistent. I keep those thoughts to myself and not burst it out like I’m a attention seeker. I’m not saying that I’m actually going to commit suicide, just a what if scenario. I don’t know, I’m just rambling at this point.

I’m fine with people not noticing me, I’m completely fine with that. Again, I’m just some random person on the internet. Though, I may get left out and a little lonely on a few occasions. I completely understand that though, everyone is busy with stuff and got no time for chitchat. I ain’t asking for attention, just wanted to say what I’ve bottled up for in my chest.

If you read all of this to get here, congrats. Uh, have a gold star. I just wanted to say what I’ve been holding on to what god knows how long. And yes, I’m completely fine, not gonna jump off a cliff or anything like that. Just know that I’m a nobody on the internet, not a somebody.

#chris talks

[chrisgraves09]

Made this TRtF: Classic poster at like 7am in the morning.

After quitting his old job, Mike Schmidt found a job opening at a familiar place: Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. The job listing says:

“HELP WANTED!

Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza!

The “Ever So Popular” Fazbear Band are back in a whole new restaurant.

Family pizzeria looking for a nightguard to take the nightshift.

Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

$150.00 a week. To apply, call

1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR”

#freddy fazbear #bonnie #chica #foxy #golden freddy #the puppet #sugar #ghoul bb #shadow dog #shadow boy #lockjaw #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame #the return to freddy's #trtf classic

[chrisgraves09]

"You might have noticed the two vent shafts in your office. They're for our ventilation systems to blow fresh air into the rooms of the building. You can open and close at any time you need to. But that'll damage your generator and make it break more often. And the reason I'm telling this is because one of the gift-giving characters tried climbing in there. Not the puppet, but another cat we have named Kitty FazCat. She was our first replacement as a gift-giver. She is also very curious and likes to climb into the vents. So if you ever see her in the vents, just make sure you get her out of there by closing the vent shaft. The blue cat might move too since we've used the same parts for Kitty and they for some reason act synonomous with each other. It's almost like they're sisters..."

#kitty fazcat #withered sugar #emerald #summer #the return to freddy's #trtf 2 #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fangame