Memorial of Animatronics/Chapter Two

'Henry sighed, holding his head in his hands. He had spent over 12 hours filing evidence for his case against William. Keeping himself anonymous from the press for years, he finally decided this was the best time to strike. He had just moved to Bakersfield, investigating the area around the disappearances.'

"Why did I trust him?"

'A faint memory of William performing in the Springbonnie suit in front of a child came to mind. The suit felt so alive. But those eyes.'

'They were dead inside. Like stone, just watching with judgement.'

'Henry shook his head at the thought. He stood up from his desk, turning around. He threw himself on his bed, looking at the Fredbear plush from all those years ago.'

"I'll get you the justice you deserve, Charlie."

"I'll make sure of it."

'Henry wept himself to sleep that night. Waking up at 6 AM, which he was used to, he went off to manage the construction of Fazbear's Fright.'

'He had spent months gathering, making, and collecting props from abandoned Freddy's locations, and had gathered a team of Fazbear fans to construct a horror attraction of sorts. He knew William would be attracted here. All the children and teens. He would lure him there and capture him. If he couldn't, he would burn it, along with himself inside.'

Scott's son, Fritz, looked at Henry, and smiled.

"Hey, this is looking pretty nice so far. Especially with the vents... And the spooky props- What's the alarm for, though?"

"It's motion activated. People enter through from-"

Henry pulled out a map, pointing to CAM 10.

"Here, they'll make their way through the building, reach the office, the guard will close the office door, and our animatronic will pretend to attack the guard while fake blood splatters the window."

Fritz shrugged.

'''"Sounds fine.", he said. "The guard's ready and trained, I'll record some messages."'''

Henry went home at 5 PM, continuing to work on the court case.

The phone ringed.

He picked up.

"Hello?"

"Henry, we found something."

"What did you find?"

"A real one- A vintage. It's old... I don't know. It's old and rotten. Some sort of rabbit... thing. Creepy."

"Springbonnie?"

"Yeah, Springbonnie."

Him.

"Can you move him to Fazbear's?"

"Unfortunately, no. Too fragile. We found him in the rain outside."

"Then we'll have to create him again."

Henry stood up, leaving the room.

"Henry?"

"Henry!"

Fritz hung up.

To be continued.