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it. After a few seconds, he found the switch and flicked it on. As soon as he did, he was presented with a horrific sight - skeletal remains, dry blood, and a large purplish-black bear laying on top of a table stained with blood. 

Why… Why are there blood and skeletons? WHAT THE HELL IS THIS? WHY IS IT HERE… AND WHERE’S IAN? He was having an internal screaming match with himself. He took a few steps back, nearly fainting. He struggled to walk, the sight replaying over and over in his brain. He headed back to Chloe in the security room, nearly collapsing. 

“What’s wrong? What did you see?” She asked frantically.

“Bodies, skeletons, and a freaky bear.” He remarked

“You’re… You have to b-be kidding right?” She asked, now visibly freaked out. Her hands trembled slightly.

“I’m serious, follow me.” He remarked, leading Chloe to the room. As they neared the room, Chloe smelled the same foul stench as Mike did. This time, however, it was followed up by a loud shriek as her eyes were attracted to the sight of the blood and skeletons. She cursed out loud, taking several steps backward and nearly falling to the ground.

“What the hell!”

Mike nodded, covering his nose with his shirt. He leaned into the room, noticing something different. “What the-?” He thought out loud, looking at the bear. Its head was turned towards the door. “That wasn’t there a second ago.”

“What?” Chloe asked, refusing to get close to the door. 

“The bear… I’ll be right back. I’m going to call the police.” He said, moving towards the security room where the telephone was. Chloe’s legs had given up on her, leaving her stuck on the floor. She stared at the room, her eyes horrified at every sigh of the building. 

“What is… What is happening?” She asked herself. 

“You saw too much,” A familiar voice remarked, stuffing her mouth with a sock and throwing a bag over her back.

Meanwhile, Mike reached the security room and dialed 9-1-1 on the telephone. He waited for a few seconds before getting a response. “911, what is your emergency?” The operator asked.

“We found skeletons in a room,” Mike told her frantically.

“Sir, where are you?” 

“I’m at the newly opened Freddy Danger’s Pizzeria on 67th and Houston,” Mike told her.

“Is it just you?”

“There’s another person.” 

“Okay, I need the both of you to sit still and do not move. I will dispatch a police cruiser to your location to check it out. Do either of you need an ambulance.” The operator asked.

“No, I don’t need one. Let me ask her if she needs one.” He looked up and shouted her name. He waited a few seconds and got no response. He called her again and received no response again. “I’ll be right back, I need to check…”

“Sir, please stay on the line. Do not move and-” The operator’s words were ignored as Mike left the telephone and headed to the main party room where he left Chloe. However, she wasn’t there. In her place was dust. The door, which had been opened, was closed shut. He approached the door and tried to open it to no avail. It wouldn’t budge no matter how much strength he put in. 

“Chloe, are you inside?” He asked. He pressed his ear against the door but heard nothing. He began pounding on the door and continued to scream at it, but he got no response. He knew she had to be inside but was confused at why she wasn’t responding. 

Mike’s guess was correct as, on the other side, was Chloe. She had been bound to the table by two figures. The bear moved on its own and a person was by its side. Chloe couldn’t see the face of her captors, but she already knew who it was. Ian, She thought. 

She tried to struggle out of her binds and scream out to Mike, but the person pressed a knife against her throat and whispered, “Don’t scream.” She, however, refused his words and continued to struggle, but the bonds were too tight to escape from and she couldn’t spit the large sock out of her mouth. She was stuck inside the room.

Meanwhile, Mike continued to slam at the door in hopes of breaking it down. Unfortunately, he lacked the strength to do so. He couldn’t do anything but hope and pray… until a man appeared behind him. He was in his late twenties and dressed in a gray jacket and blue jeans. He shook his head as he touched Mike’s shoulder. “We need to leave.” He said.

“W-Who…?”

“No time, follow me.” He pointed at the animatronics who was now looking at them. Freddy, in particular, had an intense glare. 

“W-Why?”

“Again, no time. We gotta get moving.” The man said, grabbing Mike and pulling him away. Mike tried to fight against his grip but stopped after he noticed the animatronics walking towards him. They were all glaring at him, one of them---Echo---stepping in front of the door as if to say, Your friend’s fate is sealed.

He couldn’t do anything.

The man dragged him away from the restaurant as police sirens rang in the distance. They eventually arrived and began checking out the area, not finding much. They filed a report that both night guards and their supervisor went missing. Ian never arrived home and he was never seen again. 

The police didn’t see the locked room as suspicious, ignoring it. They never looked into the room, sealing the fate of Chloe and allowing the scot-free escape of her captors. As for the animatronics, they watched the police with eerie silence. They were staring at them with twisted grins. They themselves had become twisted. They weren’t born twisted… but were bent. 

Meanwhile, the man would explain what he learned about the animatronics and their creator - the person who caused the massacres. He briefed Mike about everything… even a way to save Chloe. She wasn’t dead… only in name. That was enough for Mike to truly get involved. To rebirth him as a new entity ready to assist the man and recover Chloe. He was reborn.

 

Hello All!

 

Currently, there are no projects in this fan-made universe being considered. There are some ideas (a series that could take place in between night one and five or the next installment teased by this installment’s ending), but none have gotten far. 

Since the initial idea of Halloween (the first installment) and Twisted, my motivation for writing this FNAF series has decreased and I didn’t feel like working on this universe anymore. Instead, I worked on creating my own original ideas and began spinning that wool until my eventual remaster of the FNAF duology (being Halloween and Twisted). 

With this remaster, I’ve gotten some new ideas, but nothing confirmed as of yet. Any projects in development will be announced via Jayhawk Alert, an information-based bi-weekly event that takes place in Scrapped (an e-book on bookrix.com).

Until next time, I bid you all a good day.

Humanity Versus Demonkind: Demon's Imprisonment

“We lost more squads?” Vice asked, staring at one of his assistants, a young girl in her mid-teens dressed in a loose white sweater with a black tee under it, a plaid skirt, and black boots. She nodded her head, cringing as Vice went into a rant. “The leader told me it would be a foolproof plan, how could we lose? He had dozens of men and he couldn’t defeat some low-level demons? How the hell did that happen? Did you give out my orders like I said or are you conspiring against me? Guards, get her out!” He concluded, ordering the guards. The guards dressed in golden armor hesitated to move, all of them looking at each other. “Get her! Or… are you all conspiring against me?” He said, threatening them. Anyone with a conspiring charge was often executed.

The guards, fearing the charge, followed his order. They led his assistant---Emily Lynn---towards the jail cell. They were careful in how they acted, pushing Emily forward but not bruising her. They all thought that Vice was in the wrong, but he was at the top of the power hierarchy and they couldn’t dare challenge him in fear of execution.

They took Emily away, leaving Vice and his administration behind. With all but two guards left, Vice turned around and shot a glare at them before looking at his administration. “We need to deploy more soldiers.” He coldly stated.

“We can’t, the reserves are gone. We began recruiting women, but it’s going to take some time before they finish their training.” One of his administration members, a chubby man named Dale Midri said. “We have only McKnight left… We need help from the other islands.”

Vice balled his hands into fists and slammed them on the circular wooden table that the administration sat around. “Don’t you dare! We don’t ask for those traitors’ help.” 

Dale nodded, biting his lip. Vice glare at Dale before relenting. “Speed up the training and get them fighting. I don’t care if they aren’t ready. As long as they can swing a sword, they’re going on the battlefield.” He declared. His administration, including Dale, nodded without providing any resistance. Vice’s choice would lead to hundreds more inexperienced soldiers dying. They all knew it.

“... President?” Dale muttered. “My intelligence division recently heard of a rumor that might… It might be of interest.”

Vice furrowed his brows. “What is it?” He barked.

“Rumors are saying that a young man living in the Dragon Province has been able to repel the demons. It also says that he has powers and could make the demons freeze in place. He… He could help deal with our problem… and we won’t have to use the other… we won’t need help.” Dale said, careful on how he worded his sentences to avoid another death stare.

Vice nodded, satisfied with the information. “Send the PED Unit to locate and capture this man. Even if it has to be done… forcefully.” He remarked. One of the guards nodded, headed to the office of the Protect, Enforce, and Defend Unit to hand them their new order. They needed to track down the man mentioned in the rumors and have him work for them… as their puppet and shield against the demons.

***

“Hey Austin, Mom says it's time for dinner.” Austin’s younger sister, Penelope Shield, said. She stood by the side of a river, watching as her older brother fished without worry. He had heard his sister call for him, but something had bit onto the bait. He reeled in the line slowly, giving it enough slack to not lose the fish, before reeling quickly. The fish surfaced, trying to swim away, but it was too late. He had caught the fish, ripping it out of the water. He grabbed the fishing line with one hand and the fish’s tail with his other hand. He then turned around to face Penelope, showing off the fish. “It’s a ten-pound Blackfin.” He said.

Penelope nodded, not amused by his catch. “It’s not a Yellowfin, so it isn’t as tasty.” She bluntly said.

Austin grinned, showing off his white pearls. “Blackfins are tasty if we cook it right. Last time, the kitchen staff cooked it wrong. This time, I will cook it.” 

“Oh wow.” She said monotony. “I can’t wait to eat charred food again.”

Austin scowled at her. “I didn’t char it… just