Fazbear Cafe Chap. 3 - The Man in the Making

The next day, I got the chance to meet Foxy. Nothing really changed about him: pirate look, red hair, his hook being held in his right hand, and his pirate accent never changed. "Hey, Foxy, your friends need you with something. I think they are over at the cafe right now."

"Yar, no can do, lass. Foxy ain't fit for their fancy coffee jobs. Yer better ask somebody else 'bout yer-" I slap him hard across his face, and that he looked down at me. "Yer better keep a careful eye, lassie! Why would ol' Freddy ask for me help if I live near the ocean blue, running the ports?" He takes me over to the sidewalk, keeping me away from the passing cars that drove past us. I took a deep breath and smiled.

"I'm not part of your crew, but the cafe is dry of customers. The pizzeria is drawing out all the attention, and that who knows what is giving off all the attention there. I want to help you guys, and that also includes you. Please, help Freddy and his friends step back into the spotlight again." Foxy looks at me, lifting his eyepatch off of his right eye. He looked at me with a pleased face.

"Tell Freddy I'm fetching myself a job at the cafe. I'll be there before the sun sets into the ocean!" Foxy then points his hook at me, finding it as his way of being a handshake. I took the hook and shook it, also seeing it coming off. As a matter of fact, his hook was a fake, as I see a perfectly healthy hand underneath the hook's base. "Yep, it's nothing but one of those fancy accessories people have, wearin' their costumes like if they were bustin' a play anywhere they walk!" I slightly laugh at his little dance, watching him skip and prance like the jolly pirate he is.

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I decide to take the rest of the day to look around town. It was the weekend, and that I didn't have to work on the weekends. This town of Waterhill has a little bit of everything: clothing shops, grocery stores, book stores, schools, a church, a medical clinic, a library, a park, etc. There was so much to do in such a tiny place.

As I walked into the library, I bump into someone. He drops the books he was planning to borrow, and that he looked down at me. He was around in his early twenties, tired blue eyes, black hair tied into a low ponytail, white shirt, blue jacket and pants, and black sneakers. "Hey, you okay?" He looks at me, picking up his books.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry about me." I wonder how many times I say that in a week. "Say, I saw your picture before. You were on the newspaper. The only survivor of the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria?" The man nods and smiles. "...Then that means you are the legendary Mike Schdmit. It's nice meeting you." I take his hand and he shook it cordially.

"Thanks. I actually spent months working there, and it became less firghtening. I love the place, even though I never went there when I was a little kid. I have heard about the place's disasters, and I didn't even want to go there, ever." Mike sat down on the staircase, taking out his phone and showing me some pictures of him and the animatronics. "Yeah, I got so used to them, they actually stopped trying to scare me. I'm working as the night guard at the new location, and the animatronics there are a pain." I tilt my head at him.

Yes, the manager decided to replace the old animatronics with newer versions with the newest technology. As far I can tell, Mike doesn't seem to enjoy the new robotics at all. He really wanted the old place back, but there was no way that it was going to happen. It was already closed, and I knew it was turned into Fazbear Cafe. "Mike, are you available anytime next week? There's something I want to show you then." I see him look back at me, his books held close to his body. He nods as his answer, and smiled. I wonder how many smiles I got all day today. "Okay. Hold on," I take out my cell phone and begun to add Mike as one of my contacts, "let's trade numbers, so we can keep in touch." Mike fished around in his bag, trying to find his phone. After trading numbers, we shook hands one last time as I see Mike walk away from the library.

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"You met Mike today?" Freddy was playing with the rim of his hat, knowing that he was bored out of his head. "He's a really great person. You should really respect him. Even though he got fired before, the manager got the chance to re-hire him again. We, the Fazbear cast, really do owe him so much just for giving us a reason to appreciate life again."

I knew that something was strange about Freddy and his friends. They seemed like they missed out on a massive chunk of our time, and they are just coming back to see what they never had the chance to see. "Freddy, what kind of person were you before you were known as 'Freddy Fazbear'?" Freddy looks up at me. He had this kind of face that read sadness. "...If you don't want to talk about it, then it's fine. I just thought I ask."

"No, it's okay." I can see tears starting to leak out of Freddy's face. He attempts to hide his crying face by shielding it with his hat.  Again, I'm not pressuring him into talking! I'm not even doing anything wrong to make him cry. If I'm not doing anything offensive to him, then what is his reason of crying? "There is some...dark story that is hidden in these walls." That was when I leaned forward in my chair. "Five children were declared missing from the old pizzeria, and that rumors say that the children were stuffed inside the animatronic suits. For the nights ahead, the spirits of the same children have been trying to find the same employee that shut them away from the rest of the world. Have you ever wondered what happened to them?" I look at Freddy, his mind already thinking that I know the answer.

But all I said was, "I never really thought about that. Did they want to be free from possessing the suits?" And with that answer, Freddy nodded. "...YOU are one of those kids...?" My mind was already racing, figuring out what to say about this. "This is...incredible! I mean, is this the same to Bonnie...and Golden and Chica and Foxy!? All you guys are alive, breathing and living your own lives!?"

"That's right. I was...afraid of telling anyone. We all promised that we would never tell any stranger about this. So, we just went by our suits' names. We also knew that no one will be going to the old pizzeria, we had to make use of it somehow. We sold off everything, bought the property and used the leftover money to re-decorate." I can't really find any words to say anything. Freddy was crying a lot worse than earlier, and that I see him using his sleeve to wipe his tears again.

Already, I knew that these guys are going to need more help from me. Maybe...I can ask for some help somewhere. And I already know one person that can help me in the meanwhile.