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T is for Terrified

NEW MESSAGE: FFEC 2017 DIRECTOR +4 OTHERS
Hello everyone! I hope all of you make it here to Harrisburg! Tomorrow will be the first day of the 20th Freddy Fazbear Entertainment Convention. You all will be staying at the Hilton Harrisburg near the Convention Center. More information will be provided in the following link...
My mind is completely blank right now. I am on a two-hour flight to Pennsylvania and I am still in shock that my curiosity and mind took me this far.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Yo how are you doing bro, i arrived at the airport.
What have I gotten myself into?? I still can’t believe that a stupid theory and hobby have gotten me this far. I look down at my empty paper and think about what I need to say in my part of the panel.
Freddy’s was the biggest incident that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about this incident such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spok-
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Midway through my writing, I get a text message.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Dude, I think you need to hear this. “New development in the suicide of a 16-year old student; Police uncover deeper meaning.” Just hit the WaPo this morning. It talks about this Tanner Albright kid, who dropped out of school and went into hiding. In a nutshell, I am on to something. Tell you more at the port :)
I remember hearing about that, barely a blip on the newsfeed compared to all that coverage about the solar eclipse. That was an interesting text. Why not tell me now. You know what, screw it, I’ll just continue writing.
I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children went missing at the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the disappearances of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. I am here to clear everything u-
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Damnit Pete!
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Just a small check in on u. I herd the plane was delayed. Tru?
Just then, the pilot made an announcement:

“Hello folks, we are having a rough time here so just sit back for a moment. Put on your seatbelts everybody!”

You serious right now??? Even in 2017 a brutha can't get a break!
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE. YOU CAN'T HIDE.
...
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK
Maybe it was just a simple prank. Let me not freak out the person next to me and piss my pants in the actual piss place.
Luckily I am right next to the bathroom.
I open the door and look in the mirror.
Yo, Isiah, chill out dude. It’s good.
I go back to my seat and go back to my music.
Oh shoot
I feel the migraine coming as the cabin rocks under the turbulence. Shit…
Pete's going to be so mad when he finds out… oh well.
Pete's waiting for me past security
“Ayyee, wassup my guy.” Pete greets me.
“Sup,” I reply.
“How long have you been waiting here, P?”
“Four hours. You hungry from that flight?”
“Yeah, let’s get something to eat.”
We walk around the airport looking for something to eat.
“Mickey Ds?”
“Hell yeah.”
We walk to the McDonald's across from us to get what I think is dinner. We wait in line to get our food. Pete orders a Big Mac and I order a normal cheeseburger with a milkshake. We sit down at the dining plaza tables and start eating.
“So how was your flight?” Pete asks.
"Bit rough," I reply.
"No shit, Isiah!" He pauses then asks, "you been taking the percs again?"
"Uhh..."
"Man, you gotta cut that shit out!"
"It's aiight… So… whatchu got?"
Pete pulls up the webpage on his iPad; it's that Washington Post article he mentioned in the text earlier, with a picture showing cops at some backwoods crime scene complete with yellow tape. The page linked to another webpage, this one being a local news site for the St. George Metropolitan Area:
Brushton Township police say that Tanner Albright, a high school student that committed suicide several weeks back, had plans to commit mass murder.
Hurricane Police Chief Clay Burke said in a news conference yesterday that detectives found further writings dated August 8 to August 20, detailing a five-step plan for a major killing spree.
An entry dated Aug. 16 said, "...this will be bigger than anything this country's ever seen, .......I've been planning this for a long time, it's going to be so much fun. They won't expect a thing. It will be a stain on American history unlike anything like it."
The entries also praised William Afton of Afton Robotics and the recently-deceased Henry Fasbach of Fazbear Entertainment, making heavy references to the series of child murders throughout the 1990s, believed to have been committed by someone impersonating a mascot at the pizzeria. An entry dated Aug. 17 said, "I'll look into those scared little bitches eyes before I kill them and watch the life pour out of their bodies like the river Nile ... have followers because I'm so awesome I know someone will follow me just like I followed William Afton's ... me and them want close to the same thing, It's going to be fun......They say oh this is horrible but they don't think like us like me Henry and William...."
Tanner's writings made heavy references to Satanism and the occult, and detectives believe the boy expected to die and then "rise again" on August 21, the day of a major solar eclipse. A memo entry dated Aug. 18 said, ".....I'm going to die doing it, I hate those people, when they interview my parents and ask how they didn't see the signs they should know it's not them it's me and it's because of how I see the world....I'll hurt and destroy something so much bigger and they'll all see....."
He had gone missing a week before his body was found nearby an abandoned bunker that he had apparently been inhabiting for the last few months of his high school attendance before dropping out.
On Thursday, the Washington County Medical Examiner ruled Tanner's death inconclusive.
Investigation into Tanner's home was rendered impossible due to a major break-in soon after the body was discovered, with the intruder stealing most if not all of Tanner's belongings and heavily vandalizing the remainder.
Police say the investigation will continue with additional interviews and review of the boy's other documents.
School counselor Harvey Dunn issued a news release Thursday afternoon, noting increased presence by law enforcement in all district buildings.
Oookay… damn. That was one messed-up kid. One look at this pasty white boy's face and I immediately think "this kid be blastin' on them fools". At least he didn't go down that route...
"And you're showing me this because..."
Pete pulls out a folder from his convention bag and shoves it to me. "Dude, it gets even weirder. This guy on Freddit, OracleIntuition, sent me these" he gestures to the contents of the folder; several photographs of a really crappy cosplay of Freddy that someone tried to make look "oh so sp00py" by wrapping red yarn all over it, dunno why.
"So it's a photo of some cosplayer, what does this have to do with-"
"Bruh, that's what I told him too. But he swears 1000% that this is the real deal, some real spooky shit. Like a real-life version of all those urban legends about the animatronics walkin' around at night? And you know the weirdest part? He says this is what Tanner meant when he said 'rise again'"
"Naw… you saying this kid turn himself into a Freddy??" I stop and think for a second.
“This is on some next level werewolf shit bro, I don’t think it’s real. It could be some really thought out fanfic.” I reply.
“Sure, whatever you say. Don’t start crying and running to me when some satanic ‘I Need Jesus’ Freddy comes for your ass.”
Yo, this is forreal on some other worldly stuff. I don’t think there is that much behind this thing, and I am a theorist who talks about dead children for god’s sake.
“Anyways, you wanna know what happened to me on the plane?” I say.
“Let me guess, the perc. I already told you-”
“No, I got this weird ass stalker level text. Sounded like someone from ISIS or some shit.” I show Pete the text message.
“How many codes have you been cracking my dude, Tanner the spirit school shooter is about to murder your ass.” Pete replies.
“This is not funny. I am hella scared right now. Why me though?”
“In all seriousness, this could be a joke or a wrong number thing. Either way it’s weird.”
“True bu-”
CAN I NOT GET INTERRUPTED FOR THE FIRST TIME.
“Hi guys, mind if I join you?” a familiar posh-accented voice says.
“Well, you could have as……. HOLY SHIT!” I scream, trying not to freak out even more.
To my surprise, it’s Dawko. The Dawko; the gamer and theorist. Is this real right now?
“Excuse my language, hello, of course you can join us.”
Pete and I give each other a glare. It’s the myth, the man, the legend, Dawko!!
“Sorry for my manners, my name is Isiah and this is Pete. I assume you are also here for the convention?”
“Oh yeah, I am. Are you part of a panel or a fan?”
“I am in the panel with my friend over here, we are under the name of ‘TheFreddleSquad’. You've probably seen our video on Freddy's, that is why we are here.”
“Ah yes I have, you are on the panel with me I think, right? I’ll check the schedule the director gave us.” Dawko looks down at his phone. “Yep.”
"So you just got here too? How was the flight?"
"Oh my God, 10 hours of torture all the way from Heathrow I swear," replies Dawko while stretching his back.
"I can't believe FazCon's been around for like 20 years, and 'cause of what? 'cause of some creepy urban legends here or there? I mean, have you seen the place? 'So come on down to mechanical bear pizza and child casino!!!'" we all get a good giggle out of that one.
We finish eating and we get all our luggage from pickup and we call an Uber.
We see our driver and he drives us to our hotel.
“Have a nice day!” Dawko shouts as he waves us off.
We wave back.
Approaching the lobby, it becomes pretty clear that we're not the only Faz-fans holed up in this joint. Already the place is full of enthusiasts and even some cosplayers. A cardboard Freddy sat down reading his tablet while some Foxy chicks (in BOTH senses of the word) hung round the pillars taking selfies. I even saw these two high as fuck guys dressed in black animal suits and I don't mean black like they used ink for the Ice Bucket challenge but like Vantablack shit.
Me and Pete get our room key from the counter and take the elevator up.
“Damn, we met Dawko.” I say.
“Yes, yes we did.” Pete replies
We get to our room and look around.
“I am glad we chose to upgrade to the two-room suite.” Pete says as he savours the moment.
I also savour it, as we examine every feature of the room, from the king-sized bed to the soft floors, everything is so perfect. While Pete flops down on the bed, I pull out my Surface Pro 4 and check the forums.
"Yo Pete check this out"
I'm on OracleIntuition's instagram account; there's a black and white selfie of a professional photographer, with images far superior to the ones Pete showed me at the airport. The caption was what piqued my interest, however:
oracleintuition Just flew into Harrisburg Intl.! Next stop, FazCon 2017!!!! 😊😄 #oracleintuition #ffp #freddy convention #fazcon
He's here?? Oh this might actually be interesting. I wonder what he has to say about the photos. But, time waits for no bruthas. We pack our gear and head off down the 20-minute walk from the Hilton to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex, where the FazCon is being held. Strolling past the milling tourists and congoers, we behold the massive convention center, the capital of Freddy's Fandom for the next 4 days. We take a quick power nap because we didn't go to sleep, and it's 6:30 AM and we have to arrive in an hour.
Still, that short nap's long enough for me to have this strange dream. I'm a little boy again, barely knee height and I'm at the pizzeria during a birthday party. I try to get closer but I trip and fall, and by the time I get up, the whole place is dark and empty, like in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I hear movement and a little kid struggling as he's being pushed around by this dude in a purple uniform, squealing all the while because his mouth's been covered. They disappear behind the door and I can hear muffled struggling behind it. I walk towards the door, but there's this huge stink and some weird-ass feeling I can't place. I'm scared.
The stage lights up and there's Freddy, except… where's Bonnie and Chica??? Plus, Freddy's facing the wrong way! I have a choice… go to that door or go to Freddy. I also get this tingling pressure and somehow I know that if I take my eyes off of Freddy for even one second…
Suddenly the door bursts open, breaking my concentration. Instinctively I turn to look and… nothing. Just an empty room. Oh fuck... I want, no, need to get to that door because if I don't, it's going to get me. Doesn't matter what "it" is. I break into a run, but the pizzeria seems to stretch out as my heart hammers, but I finally make it through the door, slamming it behind me. I wait for a few moments, straining to hear if what's out there's gone. Then slowly I turn arou-
 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I get up with a start, breathing heavily. just a dream, Isiah, just a dream. Shit… I shouldn't have let them photos get to me… fuck. I turn and look at the clock. Oh, 7:05, still have time. I wake up Pete, we wash our faces, and finally leave the hotel, before hailing a taxi to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex where the FazCon takes place.
And with that, we march headlong into the convention center.

WOW.

It. Was. HUGE.
To any '90s kid who was raised on a healthy diet of Freddy's pizza and Surge, this place was practically heaven. The halls were transformed into a giant Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria/museum with practically everything that would satisfy your inner child for days on end! There were arcades of all kinds, deluxe ball pits we could play in for hours on end, vintage Freddy's memorabilia on display including signs, posters, even some old relics like animatronics that never made it to production, each carefully labeled and presented like fashion mannequins at the mall. But instead of rowdy screaming children, the place was crammed full of excited teens and adults, many of whom were having just as much fun as they would at a Dave & Buster's. Tokens clattered as attendees queued up to play the arcade games as if this was Atlantic City instead of Pennsylvania. A group of highschoolers howled and high-fived as they won a goodstuff Bonnie plush at the claw machine. Not to mention the cosplayers. It was like back at the hotel but magnified a hundred fold, and some of the outfits were so good that it was difficult to tell whether they were just here to have fun or whether they were part of the exhibit! Passing by a Foxy and a Mangle dancing to Gangnam Style while waving around a Nerf gun, we entered a room labeled "CAM 01" just in time to watch a riffed vintage episode of Fredbear and Friends! that had everyone laughing their asses off for nearly the full 20 minutes.
After having my fun, I go to rehearsal for my panel. I see multiple familiar faces from FusionZ to WHAT Stephen King?! STEPHEN KING HOLY SHIT I JUST NOTICED. What the hell is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be writing a book about a gay guy or something? Now I wish I hadn't sold my 1st edition copy of "Under the Dome" before getting his autograph (ugh!) I am going to go speak with him, and hopefully don't make a nuisance out of myself. “Hey Mr. King, odd seeing you around these parts?” I say. “Please, call me Stephen.” he replies. I JUST GOT PERMISSION TO CALL STEPHEN KING ON A FIRST-NAME BASIS OH MY GOD. “So what panel are you on, Stephen?” I just had to rub it in. “Panel 3.”
“Really? So am I!”
“Great! I don't really tell people this but, I am a huge fan of yours, your theories helped me write my book!”
Did Stephen King just call me one of his inspirations??????
FREDDLE SCREECH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
We stand there for a while.
“Alright then, catch you later!” I say.
Stephen walks away then waves.
"EVERYONE IN PANEL 3 PLEASE APPROACH THE FRONT FOR REHEARSAL” a man says over the speaker system
Alright… it's showtime.
It’s finally time for the biggest moment of my so-called career. I see the other panelists around me, most I met during rehearsal. I settle down in my seat while Pete plops down next to me.
“You ready bro?” Pete asks me.
“Yeah, I guess.”
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE WELCOME, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, THE CONSPIRACY THEORIST GROUP WITH OVER A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS ON YOUTUBE, THE FREDDLE SQUAD!!!"
Moment of truth time.
I get up to give my speech.
"Thank you! We are The Freddle Squad and it's so good to be back! Shout out to my boy Pete, FusionZ, Dawko, and the one and only Stephen King himself!"
I wait for the applause to die down before continuing. "Now, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was the biggest scandal that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about the strange phenomena surrounding the restaurant, such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children disappeared from the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the unknown whereabouts of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. Pete and I have been researching this for the past few years and we are now here to clear everything up."
I give Pete a soft kick which means it’s his turn.
“As my partner said, these incidents weren’t accidents. The long running partnership between Afton Robotics and Fazbear Entertainment isn’t as sweet as you think. Rumors have been going around that the company owner William Afton, presumably deceased, and his good friend, the late Fazbear Entertainment owner, Henry Fasbach, who had recently taken his own life this past Spring, had a pretty good, hidden friendship when they weren’t making headlines, almost too good of a friendship. Bonding over the experience of having lost their only daughter, they plotted on getting revenge on their own creations. In Henry’s letter before his passing, he wrote 'I was absolutely infuriated and ashamed of my actions, my daughter had died in the hands of my creations. I wanted for people to know the pain.'
Henry and William's plan was to sabotage their own beloved animatronics, to prevent any future tragedy; though both William and Henry were thought to have had shady connections to various - shall I say it - suspicious suppliers and other companies, they felt confident in their success, that is until William's apparent disappearance about a decade later. Henry himself would soon vanish from public spectacle to devote to his research, shunning everyone, including family and friends. With Henry dead, and his ex-wife and nephew not talking, we can only speculate exactly what he discovered and the rationale behind his actions."
And with that we continue into our Freddle Squad spiel, enumerating the known facts about the tangled case that lay before us and then entertaining the most common theories as to what truly went down back at Freddy's. When we finish, the moderator sets up this round table like on ABC, where we discuss and debate the motives and history of the whole sordid affair. All in all, it's really fun, and we're quite proud of ourselves, now that we're talking on par with all the bigshots of this field!
"Well that was fun!" Pete exclaims in relief once we finish signing autographs and get ready to head out.
"Man Pete, we gon' get a LOT of subs for this."
"I know, right?" He finishes packing his gear and we head off to the next few panels.
As the hours go on, Pete's beginning to act a bit wack. I mean he's cool and all but I can tell something ain't right, or at least he thinks so. Keeps looking over his shoulder as if he just stuffed several iPhones down his pants at Target. And the selfies... never knew Pete to be the selfie type…
Suddenly he taps me on the shoulder. "Hey Isiah, I gotta go for a bit, wanna put these in the back?"
"Sure man! Where you gon' be at?"
"Arcade room. You in?"
"Nah, I wanna get some quality swag, want something?"
"It's cool man."
"Meet you in 30 then?"
"Yeah! Oh and one more thing,"
Without warning he pulls me close and snaps a selfie on his phone before heading off. well that was weird… I mean, really? What's with him and selfies all the sudden?
I walk through the crowd looking for anyone else I know. Oh! The photographer snapping pics of us at the panel! Imma go talk to this brutha.
"Hey, nice camera! Did you enjoy the panel?"
"Yeah, it was really illuminating! I especially liked the part where you discussed what happened to the Toy animatronics and-"
He goes on and on about- wait hol' up. I've seen this face round these parts before.
"wait a sec… aren't you that instagram photographer OracleIntuition?"
"Yup! The one and only!"
"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy sup!" and we greet each other like bruthas do
"Those forest pics were the BOMB on instagram! Where you take those, Yellowstone?"
"Rockies in fact, heh heh" Isaac replies with a toothy smile
"Run into any bears in the woods?"
shit… me and my big-ass mouth...
For one half of a split-fucking-second he look at me like I stepped on his Nike Air Jordans, then gives a forced giggle.
"No bears, no stairs."
"Aw man wouldn't those be nasty!"
this n!gga be tweekin, man! Alright, think man, this is your chance!
"So, uh, what's your favorite animatronic?"
"Mine? Well, normally it'd be a toss-up between Bonnie and Freddy, but now I think I'm more of a Bonnie person-"
"Oh? What happened?"
He looked away for a bit then mused, almost as if to himself,
"Do you really think Henry and William got all of them?" He looks at me, and I feel like he's putting me on the spot.
"Well… " I begin. "Those two made a lot of the guys, who knows if there's one still lying in a dumpster somewhere and we don't even know about it…"
He didn't like that, but cat's out, so time to get direct.
"Why, you think Freddy's comin' for you?"
He bites his lower lip in thought before whispering,
"Utah Museum of Architecture and Robotics… you… you saw the pics, right?
he knows
"Yeah… but don't you think..."
"That it's a load of bear shit? That he's dead and that's it?"
Now he's getting in my face, eyes pleading.
"Listen bro, I don't know what the HELL that was, but what I saw, what I felt... That ain't natural. The more I look, the worse this whole Freddy stuff appears."
I nod, not really understanding what he's getting at.
"Look, I like what you do a lot, hell I've gotten many of my friends to subscribe to Freddle Squad themselves. But if there's one thing to keep in mind, it's-"
Isaac suddenly gasps and turns green before giving me this wide-eyed stare as he stammers; "I-I-gotta go. Catch you up later?" Before I can reply he speedwalks off towards the restrooms. Looking around, I can't see what could have possibl-
NO.
FUCKIN SATAN FREDDY IS HERE???
"Agh you fucking kids, I'll get even with you for this I swear to God!"
Freddy flails around picking out the stuff sticking to his fur… oh. It's just silly string. He catches me staring. "the fuck's so funny?" then he storms off as we watch in confusion.
Well…
What exactly did he want me to keep in mind?
A guy like Isaac? If anything, now I know Isaac ain't fooling around… either he got played, or…
Well he sure as hell believes it.
Whatever…
I had two options to soothe my nerves… percs or merch. Ain't that an easy choice…
 
Upstairs there's this area labeled "PRIZE CORNER" through some huge double doors, Fazbear Security lookalikes checking for badges. And for good reason.
"PRIZE CORNER" my ass.
This area is perhaps THE biggest room in the entire convention center, size of at least two NBA arenas, all covered from wall to wall with booths selling all kinds of merchandise!!!! Funko Pops, McFarlane sets, posters and wall hangings of all kinds. Still don't know why such popular companies would still endorse such a controversial brand though, better for the fans anyways! Plus, half of the room was fanart and fan crafts anyways, including art (all kinds), plushies (all kinds), and a wide variety of cosmetic and cosplay merch including OC fursuits costing at least 3 grand each.
Wait…
Is that what I think I see? LIMITED EDITION SANSHEE FREDBEAR PLUSH? HALF OFF!?! GIMME!! I push through the crowd and run towards it like a person running from a killer (off topic, what a coincidence)
15 singles later I'm hauling this brand new Sanshee Fredbear plush I've always been wanting to have to finish my collection in some gift bag over my shoulder, ready to wave it at his face once I finally catch up to him… aaaand Pete's nowhere to be seen. Well… so much for that I guess. Seriously? Dude can't have just bailed on me so soon.
I push past a gaggle of girls dressed up to look like the slutty versions of the Classic Freddy and Friends™ and find Pete talking with this security guard who clearly wasn't a Fazbear fan, occasionally pointing at his cell to show the guard something. As I'm about to call out to him, he finishes the conversation and bumps right into me. He looks very tense, which doesn't help at all.
"Dude, Pete, what's yo problem? Look, let's go somewhere more private so that we don't look like we're slinging rocks or something."
We walk over to this secluded corner and I confront him. "Dangit, boi! You've been acting all sorts of strange since our panel, taking selfies like 'that thot over there' and lookin' around acting all weird and shit. What the hell?!" Pete raises his hands in a defensive posture as I lay it on him.
"Alright Isiah, calm down, I can explain!"
Let's hear the worst.
"You know during that panel, there was this hoodie boy sitting all the way in the back, listening to his iPod or something?" I rack my brains to recall, but nobody in particular stood out to me-
wait…
"Was it some skinny Unabomber lookin' fella?"
"Yes! Yes it was!" Pete replies excitedly. "I thought he was just some weirdo at the wrong panel but then he started following us. I'd see him out of the corner of my eye but he'd always vanish like some ghost or something."
oh great, a crazed stalker. This day just keeps getting better and better...
Pete pulls out his cell phone to show me. "Here, have a look," he opens up the gallery and clicks on one particular selfie. All I see is his stupid grin, but then he zooms in on a corner, revealing the sunglasses-wearing "hoodie boy" who clearly looked sketchy as all hell. No drug dealer would be that careless to just walk around in broad daylight… right? Instantly, I'm reminded to that text I got from that creep back in the airplane.
"And that's not all… Isiah, look." He opens up a set of new text messages sent just about half an hour ago.
I see you Good talk, by the way Look before you leap You might not like what you find
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Just then, I receive a new text of my own.
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID You can still walk away. Or don't, it's up to you.
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID Remember, the Shadows have ears.
*Oh hell no. *
“Yo Pete, I just got two texts from the same guy……”
“Who, the one from the airplane?”
"Yeah."
"shit."
Someone is clearly fucking with us, shit, shit, shit
“Maybe… maybe this is some creepy mega fan?”
“THAT'S STILL BAD.” Pete cries.
“Hopefully this is just a joke and it's not that important. You know what, let's get something to eat if that makes you feel better. I heard they have a really good place that make pizzas as good as Freddy's not to far from here. We don’t have to be here again until 4:00, that means we have 5 hours to spend.”
“That seems nice.” Pete replies.
We move through the crowd to get to the entrance, guarded by security wearing faux Freddy’s security guard gear. These guards look like they have something better to do.
We go to the front of the convention center near the pickup area.
“Uber?” Pete asks
I nod in agreement. Pete goes on his phone and pays for the ride.
I should invite Dawko to come eat with us.
TO: DAWKO ME AND PETE ARE GOING TO EAT, WANNA JOIN?
I never got to send that text; when I turn around I see an out-of-breath Dawko running from a mob of fangirls.
“HIDE ME!” he pants. We see the uber driver pull up on the curve.
“Hurry, go!” I say, motioning him to get his ass in the car as we follow suit, pulling an OJ Simpson down Main street like a Ford Bronco chased by the po-lice.
“Shit, you good bro?” I ask Dawko during the ride.
“Yeah, I guess.”
I'm now grateful that I'm not as famous as him.
The ride drags along. We talk to our Uber driver and actually have a decent conversation. He looked hella sketchy, though. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
“Behold, Bacco's!” I say as I get into to an introducing pose.
“Wineries?” Pete says confusingly
“NAME DOESN'T MATTER”
As we enter the building, the savoury scent of pizza fills my nose as I look around. When I look, there's this extremely cute girl, sitting by herself eating.
...
and she T H I C C
Yo brutha, you got this
“Yo dudes, one second.” I tell my party of two. Hopefully no one intervenes and I can talk to her.
“Ay, hold on there buddy-boy. You trying to get some of that, arencha?” Pete says.
It’s always the black man that can’t do anything.
“Yo, what the hell Pete. “
“It’s not my fault that you made it obvious.”
“Well it’s not my fault tha-”
WHY CAN’T I GET A BREAK. STOP INTERRUPTING ME!
“You know what, let's sit over there then.” Dawko says outta nowhere
Who invited this dude to the conversation?
Dawko talks to waiter for awhile and then we somehow get a table next to her.
I settle down in my seat while the others gather around me.
this is my chance!
Ok, to hook this girl I got to start off smooth and then work my way up.
"Whoa… is that a HERO6????"
Nice way to start a conversation, nerd. What’s next, let me guess, ‘You have some nice camera lenses.’ Dafuq were you thinking?
"Yup! Just came out too; well, it's not mine, really, my sister let me borrow it for this trip."
phew! Okay you can still save this
"Really now? Where you heading?"
"Centralia, just past Route 61."
Pete raises an eyebrow. "The ghost town?"
"Yeah! It's for my journalism class up in Penn State."
"Penn State? Where you from?"
"Oh, well, me and my sister lived in Maryland before I got accepted here."
"Sweet! Pete and I came up from Orlando." I clap him on the shoulder.
"Oh! What brings you all the way up north then?"
We give her a wide grin. "Fazcon 2017 baby!" showing our VIP badges.
“oh you mean the Freddy convention? I did see the ads, plus there's quite a few costumed guys running around the place." The lady shrugs. "Oh! where's my manners, I'm Charisma."
Cute name… DAMNIT ISIAH KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!
“I'm Isiah, this is Pete. Oh yeah, you probably know him already but this is Dawko, nice to meet you.”
Dawko gives a small wave. I am about to make my move until this guy, who kinda reminds me of that one buffed up jock in a high school movie, shows up and sits right next to Charisma (she still has a cute name- ISIAH KEEP IT TOGETHER.) The guy also puts his arm around her.
Please don't tell me it's her bo-
“Oh, this is Jason, who I'm doing the project with!"
Shit, what kinda project then, chemistry? Seems a bit too close to be a “project partner”
The jock stretches his hand over to me and I shake it. “Nice to meet you.” he says.
“Nice to meet you too.” I reply.
THIS FELLOW HOMOSAPIEN IS DATING THIS EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE FEMALE HOMOSAPIEN, IT'S SO FUCKING OBVIOUS SPILL THE BEANS ALREADY DAMNIT.
Okay, I need to chill the fuck down.
“So both of you go to Centralia?” I ask
“Yeah.” Charisma replies, her “project partner” nods in agreement.
"Say, wasn't there a Chica's Party World near that area few decades back?" Dawko pipes up.
“Oh yeah, there was. You all probably already know what happened, since you are fans and stuff."
We shot the shit for a few more while finishing up that delicious gourmet pizza, but before long, Charisma and Jason have to get going. They head out in this blue hatchback that looks like it's from the 90s and barely runs. Soon, it's Dawko's turn to leave, and we wish him the best.
Ah well, now it's just the two of us and this tasty pizza. At least there's that right?
"Um… let's just… let's just go back to the hotel, I could use a hot shower, and hey, perhaps you wanna catch up some sleep and oh maybe cuddle Mr. Fredbear?"
Two for flinching, Pete.
We cross the road and head down Strawberry street to ditch our merch back at our room. We pass by those two vantablack cosplayers again in front of the parking lot-
wait hol up
WHAT
Pete stopped dead cold, no doubt just as spooked as I was. Two lots down, there he was.
CREEPY

ASS

HOODIE BOY.

...
Fuck.
Everything 'bout this guy screams "ghetto neighborhood pusher" and part of me wonders what he got in the waistband of those jeans. Black Air Max sneakers, gray hoodie and red baseball cap leaning on a pillar facing away from us while he's smoking a cig. I see something in the garage mirror-
Double fuck.
Them vantablack n!ggas are closing in.
"That's the guy from the-"
"I know! Keep movin, we're almost there."
Plan's to make it to the elevator then swipe the keycard before we haul ass upstairs after locking him and his ninja thugs outside. Please Jesus I hope this works…

Hoodie boy's whistling now, great. Maybe he didn't see us?
Shit this is bad. I hope he's just-
… where'd he go???
"Hey homie, you got a light?"
where did-
OH GOD
HE'S FUCKING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US
FUCK
This is so fucking bad, man.
I'm about to get mugged by the Unabomber, this rail-thin dude in aviator glasses and a pedo mustache.
I feel cold, like freezer cold…
Heavy breathing…
We're boxed in by his ninja black shadow goons.
fuck, fuck, fuck. We are dead.
"Umm, sorry no, we don't smoke..."
The door is right fucking there… do we run???
“No speak english, mi amigo.” Pete says
Fucking classic Pete. A look at him, he already knows what I am thinking. LET’S NASCAR THIS BIH.
Me and Pete both run from the Vantablacks (I might just call them that now, seems like a good band name) towards the glass enclosure, hoping that we get away in time. One of them, maybe the lead-singer, extends their arms and grabs me. We on some Bendy and the Ink Machine type-shit now WHAT THE FUCK. The other I swear to Lord Almighty fuckin FLASH STEPS RIGHT IN FRONT OF PETE before grabbing him and spinning him round against the glass with a loud THUD. I grab my backpack quick and find my bible.
Momma I'm sorry for throwing this but I need to live.
“LET THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU!” I scream as I through the very expensive bible at the lead-singer of the Vantablacks-no. Not at… through. THIS IS SOME FORREAL DEVIL SHIT. WTF. He just looks down then back before he football tackles me against the glass like Pete. There's something yellow on the gro- oh. Fredbear fell out… hoodie boy gon' rob me of my phone, my wallet, AND Mr. Fredbear. fuuck.
Hoodie boy just leans on one of the pylons and watches us squirm with this shit eating grin as if he 'bout to bust us for possession while he walks over and picks up the Good Book before dusting it off. Lazily he flicks through the pages before he talks reeal low; "If there is a God, He will have to beg for my forgiveness" then he slams the bible shut with an echoing clap.
The Vantablacks are… well I don't know what the fuck but the one holding up Pete looked like Toy Bonnie,... 'cept he's no longer a toy, more like a life-sized Annabelle, but ALLL black. It's like he's just a black space cut out from all reality except for those eyes and those… teeth. That means the other guy's… like Freddy but with one ear missing...
"You two," hoodie boy points at each of us individually, "I am impressed."
THIS IS IT. OH FUCKING HELL, AT LEAST LET ME CALL MY FAMILY AND TELL THEM I LOVE EM.
"You had some really good theories back there. Well, many of them were off, some completely wrong, but for the rest? Close for the most part."
I give a nervous laugh.
“Any suggestions?”
"Two guys, each with a fascination for Fazbear's. Pete… well… doesn't matter why. As for you, Isiah…" Black Freddy turns me around to face hoodie boy. "You wanted to understand something, something that has been nagging at the back of your mind for years." Now his green eyes are inches away from my face. "You were there, weren't you? When it happened. When he took that kid."
Pete looks at me absolutely confused. I never told anyone about that.
"Fascination… obsession… all qualities of a competent journalist, but taken too far, well… you hold onto that and it will tear you apart bit… by bit… by bit…"
"The fuck are you talking about??? What do you want?!" Pete exclaims.
"Always slick on the mouth I see." He then turns to look at me once more.
"You're treading into deep waters, friend. I've seen the end of this road and believe me, it will not be pleasant."
Stepping back, hoodie boy snaps his fingers and before I know it, Vantablack Freddy and Bonnie are back right behind him. Freddy has MY Fredbear plush and is holding it like he holdin' a baby while Bonnie just stares like a damn statue.
"You can still quit while you're ahead, guys. Let the world believe those lies and half-truths about what happened."
He then shrugs. "Or, continue down that rabbit hole… who knows? Maybe you'll be the lucky ones. Nobody ever listens to me anyway."
"then why are you-"
"I'm just here to give you a warning, Freddles. A warning and a choice. Go back to your ordinary lives as YouTube celebrities, accepting the popular opinion, or continue at your own risk. What was that, ah… live or die. Make your choice."
We look at each other for just a moment, and by the time we look back, he's gone. Just GONE. Like he pulled some Criss Angel bullshit.
Best we do the same.
Running into the elevators, we rush into our suite and double lock all the chains and latch, then start making our way to the windows. I walk toward the bed and freeze.
Mr. Fredbear is sitting dead center, staring at me shiftily with his black eyes and stupid purple clothes.
Right on top of momma's ol' family bible.
So much for sleeping tonight…
 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 
Submitted in honor of the victims of the 2018 Parkland Shooting
You will not be forgotten.
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T is for Terrified

NEW MESSAGE: FFEC 2017 DIRECTOR +4 OTHERS
Hello everyone! I hope all of you make it here to Harrisburg! Tomorrow will be the first day of the 20th Freddy Fazbear Entertainment Convention. You all will be staying at the Hilton Harrisburg near the Convention Center. More information will be provided in the following link...
My mind is completely blank right now. I am on a two-hour flight to Pennsylvania and I am still in shock that my curiosity and mind took me this far.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Yo how are you doing bro, i arrived at the airport.
What have I gotten myself into?? I still can’t believe that a stupid theory and hobby have gotten me this far. I look down at my empty paper and think about what I need to say in my part of the panel.
Freddy’s was the biggest incident that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about this incident such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spok-
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Midway through my writing, I get a text message.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Dude, I think you need to hear this. “New development in the suicide of a 16-year old student; Police uncover deeper meaning.” Just hit the WaPo this morning. It talks about this Tanner Albright kid, who dropped out of school and went into hiding. In a nutshell, I am on to something. Tell you more at the port :)
I remember hearing about that, barely a blip on the newsfeed compared to all that coverage about the solar eclipse. That was an interesting text. Why not tell me now. You know what, screw it, I’ll just continue writing.
I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children went missing at the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the disappearances of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. I am here to clear everything u-
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Damnit Pete!
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Just a small check in on u. I herd the plane was delayed. Tru?
Just then, the pilot made an announcement:

“Hello folks, we are having a rough time here so just sit back for a moment. Put on your seatbelts everybody!”

You serious right now??? Even in 2017 a brutha can't get a break!
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE. YOU CAN'T HIDE.
...
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK
Maybe it was just a simple prank. Let me not freak out the person next to me and piss my pants in the actual piss place.
Luckily I am right next to the bathroom.
I open the door and look in the mirror.
Yo, Isiah, chill out dude. It’s good.
I go back to my seat and go back to my music.
Oh shoot
I feel the migraine coming as the cabin rocks under the turbulence. Shit…
Pete's going to be so mad when he finds out… oh well.
Pete's waiting for me past security
“Ayyee, wassup my guy.” Pete greets me.
“Sup,” I reply.
“How long have you been waiting here, P?”
“Four hours. You hungry from that flight?”
“Yeah, let’s get something to eat.”
We walk around the airport looking for something to eat.
“Mickey Ds?”
“Hell yeah.”
We walk to the McDonald's across from us to get what I think is dinner. We wait in line to get our food. Pete orders a Big Mac and I order a normal cheeseburger with a milkshake. We sit down at the dining plaza tables and start eating.
“So how was your flight?” Pete asks.
"Bit rough," I reply.
"No shit, Isiah!" He pauses then asks, "you been taking the percs again?"
"Uhh..."
"Man, you gotta cut that shit out!"
"It's aiight… So… whatchu got?"
Pete pulls up the webpage on his iPad; it's that Washington Post article he mentioned in the text earlier, with a picture showing cops at some backwoods crime scene complete with yellow tape. The page linked to another webpage, this one being a local news site for the St. George Metropolitan Area:
Brushton Township police say that Tanner Albright, a high school student that committed suicide several weeks back, had plans to commit mass murder.
Hurricane Police Chief Clay Burke said in a news conference yesterday that detectives found further writings dated August 8 to August 20, detailing a five-step plan for a major killing spree.
An entry dated Aug. 16 said, "...this will be bigger than anything this country's ever seen, .......I've been planning this for a long time, it's going to be so much fun. They won't expect a thing. It will be a stain on American history unlike anything like it."
The entries also praised William Afton of Afton Robotics and the recently-deceased Henry Fasbach of Fazbear Entertainment, making heavy references to the series of child murders throughout the 1990s, believed to have been committed by someone impersonating a mascot at the pizzeria. An entry dated Aug. 17 said, "I'll look into those scared little bitches eyes before I kill them and watch the life pour out of their bodies like the river Nile ... have followers because I'm so awesome I know someone will follow me just like I followed William Afton's ... me and them want close to the same thing, It's going to be fun......They say oh this is horrible but they don't think like us like me Henry and William...."
Tanner's writings made heavy references to Satanism and the occult, and detectives believe the boy expected to die and then "rise again" on August 21, the day of a major solar eclipse. A memo entry dated Aug. 18 said, ".....I'm going to die doing it, I hate those people, when they interview my parents and ask how they didn't see the signs they should know it's not them it's me and it's because of how I see the world....I'll hurt and destroy something so much bigger and they'll all see....."
He had gone missing a week before his body was found nearby an abandoned bunker that he had apparently been inhabiting for the last few months of his high school attendance before dropping out.
On Thursday, the Washington County Medical Examiner ruled Tanner's death inconclusive.
Investigation into Tanner's home was rendered impossible due to a major break-in soon after the body was discovered, with the intruder stealing most if not all of Tanner's belongings and heavily vandalizing the remainder.
Police say the investigation will continue with additional interviews and review of the boy's other documents.
School counselor Harvey Dunn issued a news release Thursday afternoon, noting increased presence by law enforcement in all district buildings.
Oookay… damn. That was one messed-up kid. One look at this pasty white boy's face and I immediately think "this kid be blastin' on them fools". At least he didn't go down that route...
"And you're showing me this because..."
Pete pulls out a folder from his convention bag and shoves it to me. "Dude, it gets even weirder. This guy on Freddit, OracleIntuition, sent me these" he gestures to the contents of the folder; several photographs of a really crappy cosplay of Freddy that someone tried to make look "oh so sp00py" by wrapping red yarn all over it, dunno why.
"So it's a photo of some cosplayer, what does this have to do with-"
"Bruh, that's what I told him too. But he swears 1000% that this is the real deal, some real spooky shit. Like a real-life version of all those urban legends about the animatronics walkin' around at night? And you know the weirdest part? He says this is what Tanner meant when he said 'rise again'"
"Naw… you saying this kid turn himself into a Freddy??" I stop and think for a second.
“This is on some next level werewolf shit bro, I don’t think it’s real. It could be some really thought out fanfic.” I reply.
“Sure, whatever you say. Don’t start crying and running to me when some satanic ‘I Need Jesus’ Freddy comes for your ass.”
Yo, this is forreal on some other worldly stuff. I don’t think there is that much behind this thing, and I am a theorist who talks about dead children for god’s sake.
“Anyways, you wanna know what happened to me on the plane?” I say.
“Let me guess, the perc. I already told you-”
“No, I got this weird ass stalker level text. Sounded like someone from ISIS or some shit.” I show Pete the text message.
“How many codes have you been cracking my dude, Tanner the spirit school shooter is about to murder your ass.” Pete replies.
“This is not funny. I am hella scared right now. Why me though?”
“In all seriousness, this could be a joke or a wrong number thing. Either way it’s weird.”
“True bu-”
CAN I NOT GET INTERRUPTED FOR THE FIRST TIME.
“Hi guys, mind if I join you?” a familiar posh-accented voice says.
“Well, you could have as……. HOLY SHIT!” I scream, trying not to freak out even more.
To my surprise, it’s Dawko. The Dawko; the gamer and theorist. Is this real right now?
“Excuse my language, hello, of course you can join us.”
Pete and I give each other a glare. It’s the myth, the man, the legend, Dawko!!
“Sorry for my manners, my name is Isiah and this is Pete. I assume you are also here for the convention?”
“Oh yeah, I am. Are you part of a panel or a fan?”
“I am in the panel with my friend over here, we are under the name of ‘TheFreddleSquad’. You've probably seen our video on Freddy's, that is why we are here.”
“Ah yes I have, you are on the panel with me I think, right? I’ll check the schedule the director gave us.” Dawko looks down at his phone. “Yep.”
"So you just got here too? How was the flight?"
"Oh my God, 10 hours of torture all the way from Heathrow I swear," replies Dawko while stretching his back.
"I can't believe FazCon's been around for like 20 years, and 'cause of what? 'cause of some creepy urban legends here or there? I mean, have you seen the place? 'So come on down to mechanical bear pizza and child casino!!!'" we all get a good giggle out of that one.
We finish eating and we get all our luggage from pickup and we call an Uber.
We see our driver and he drives us to our hotel.
“Have a nice day!” Dawko shouts as he waves us off.
We wave back.
Approaching the lobby, it becomes pretty clear that we're not the only Faz-fans holed up in this joint. Already the place is full of enthusiasts and even some cosplayers. A cardboard Freddy sat down reading his tablet while some Foxy chicks (in BOTH senses of the word) hung round the pillars taking selfies. I even saw these two high as fuck guys dressed in black animal suits and I don't mean black like they used ink for the Ice Bucket challenge but like Vantablack shit.
Me and Pete get our room key from the counter and take the elevator up.
“Damn, we met Dawko.” I say.
“Yes, yes we did.” Pete replies
We get to our room and look around.
“I am glad we chose to upgrade to the two-room suite.” Pete says as he savours the moment.
I also savour it, as we examine every feature of the room, from the king-sized bed to the soft floors, everything is so perfect. While Pete flops down on the bed, I pull out my Surface Pro 4 and check the forums.
"Yo Pete check this out"
I'm on OracleIntuition's instagram account; there's a black and white selfie of a professional photographer, with images far superior to the ones Pete showed me at the airport. The caption was what piqued my interest, however:
oracleintuition Just flew into Harrisburg Intl.! Next stop, FazCon 2017!!!! 😊😄 #oracleintuition #ffp #freddy convention #fazcon
He's here?? Oh this might actually be interesting. I wonder what he has to say about the photos. But, time waits for no bruthas. We pack our gear and head off down the 20-minute walk from the Hilton to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex, where the FazCon is being held. Strolling past the milling tourists and congoers, we behold the massive convention center, the capital of Freddy's Fandom for the next 4 days. We take a quick power nap because we didn't go to sleep, and it's 6:30 AM and we have to arrive in an hour.
Still, that short nap's long enough for me to have this strange dream. I'm a little boy again, barely knee height and I'm at the pizzeria during a birthday party. I try to get closer but I trip and fall, and by the time I get up, the whole place is dark and empty, like in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I hear movement and a little kid struggling as he's being pushed around by this dude in a purple uniform, squealing all the while because his mouth's been covered. They disappear behind the door and I can hear muffled struggling behind it. I walk towards the door, but there's this huge stink and some weird-ass feeling I can't place. I'm scared.
The stage lights up and there's Freddy, except… where's Bonnie and Chica??? Plus, Freddy's facing the wrong way! I have a choice… go to that door or go to Freddy. I also get this tingling pressure and somehow I know that if I take my eyes off of Freddy for even one second…
Suddenly the door bursts open, breaking my concentration. Instinctively I turn to look and… nothing. Just an empty room. Oh fuck... I want, no, need to get to that door because if I don't, it's going to get me. Doesn't matter what "it" is. I break into a run, but the pizzeria seems to stretch out as my heart hammers, but I finally make it through the door, slamming it behind me. I wait for a few moments, straining to hear if what's out there's gone. Then slowly I turn arou-
 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I get up with a start, breathing heavily. just a dream, Isiah, just a dream. Shit… I shouldn't have let them photos get to me… fuck. I turn and look at the clock. Oh, 7:05, still have time. I wake up Pete, we wash our faces, and finally leave the hotel, before hailing a taxi to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex where the FazCon takes place.
And with that, we march headlong into the convention center.

WOW.

It. Was. HUGE.
To any '90s kid who was raised on a healthy diet of Freddy's pizza and Surge, this place was practically heaven. The halls were transformed into a giant Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria/museum with practically everything that would satisfy your inner child for days on end! There were arcades of all kinds, deluxe ball pits we could play in for hours on end, vintage Freddy's memorabilia on display including signs, posters, even some old relics like animatronics that never made it to production, each carefully labeled and presented like fashion mannequins at the mall. But instead of rowdy screaming children, the place was crammed full of excited teens and adults, many of whom were having just as much fun as they would at a Dave & Buster's. Tokens clattered as attendees queued up to play the arcade games as if this was Atlantic City instead of Pennsylvania. A group of highschoolers howled and high-fived as they won a goodstuff Bonnie plush at the claw machine. Not to mention the cosplayers. It was like back at the hotel but magnified a hundred fold, and some of the outfits were so good that it was difficult to tell whether they were just here to have fun or whether they were part of the exhibit! Passing by a Foxy and a Mangle dancing to Gangnam Style while waving around a Nerf gun, we entered a room labeled "CAM 01" just in time to watch a riffed vintage episode of Fredbear and Friends! that had everyone laughing their asses off for nearly the full 20 minutes.
After having my fun, I go to rehearsal for my panel. I see multiple familiar faces from FusionZ to WHAT Stephen King?! STEPHEN KING HOLY SHIT I JUST NOTICED. What the hell is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be writing a book about a gay guy or something? Now I wish I hadn't sold my 1st edition copy of "Under the Dome" before getting his autograph (ugh!) I am going to go speak with him, and hopefully don't make a nuisance out of myself. “Hey Mr. King, odd seeing you around these parts?” I say. “Please, call me Stephen.” he replies. I JUST GOT PERMISSION TO CALL STEPHEN KING ON A FIRST-NAME BASIS OH MY GOD. “So what panel are you on, Stephen?” I just had to rub it in. “Panel 3.”
“Really? So am I!”
“Great! I don't really tell people this but, I am a huge fan of yours, your theories helped me write my book!”
Did Stephen King just call me one of his inspirations??????
FREDDLE SCREECH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
We stand there for a while.
“Alright then, catch you later!” I say.
Stephen walks away then waves.
"EVERYONE IN PANEL 3 PLEASE APPROACH THE FRONT FOR REHEARSAL” a man says over the speaker system
Alright… it's showtime.
It’s finally time for the biggest moment of my so-called career. I see the other panelists around me, most I met during rehearsal. I settle down in my seat while Pete plops down next to me.
“You ready bro?” Pete asks me.
“Yeah, I guess.”
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE WELCOME, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, THE CONSPIRACY THEORIST GROUP WITH OVER A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS ON YOUTUBE, THE FREDDLE SQUAD!!!"
Moment of truth time.
I get up to give my speech.
"Thank you! We are The Freddle Squad and it's so good to be back! Shout out to my boy Pete, FusionZ, Dawko, and the one and only Stephen King himself!"
I wait for the applause to die down before continuing. "Now, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was the biggest scandal that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about the strange phenomena surrounding the restaurant, such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children disappeared from the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the unknown whereabouts of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. Pete and I have been researching this for the past few years and we are now here to clear everything up."
I give Pete a soft kick which means it’s his turn.
“As my partner said, these incidents weren’t accidents. The long running partnership between Afton Robotics and Fazbear Entertainment isn’t as sweet as you think. Rumors have been going around that the company owner William Afton, presumably deceased, and his good friend, the late Fazbear Entertainment owner, Henry Fasbach, who had recently taken his own life this past Spring, had a pretty good, hidden friendship when they weren’t making headlines, almost too good of a friendship. Bonding over the experience of having lost their only daughter, they plotted on getting revenge on their own creations. In Henry’s letter before his passing, he wrote 'I was absolutely infuriated and ashamed of my actions, my daughter had died in the hands of my creations. I wanted for people to know the pain.'
Henry and William's plan was to sabotage their own beloved animatronics, to prevent any future tragedy; though both William and Henry were thought to have had shady connections to various - shall I say it - suspicious suppliers and other companies, they felt confident in their success, that is until William's apparent disappearance about a decade later. Henry himself would soon vanish from public spectacle to devote to his research, shunning everyone, including family and friends. With Henry dead, and his ex-wife and nephew not talking, we can only speculate exactly what he discovered and the rationale behind his actions."
And with that we continue into our Freddle Squad spiel, enumerating the known facts about the tangled case that lay before us and then entertaining the most common theories as to what truly went down back at Freddy's. When we finish, the moderator sets up this round table like on ABC, where we discuss and debate the motives and history of the whole sordid affair. All in all, it's really fun, and we're quite proud of ourselves, now that we're talking on par with all the bigshots of this field!
"Well that was fun!" Pete exclaims in relief once we finish signing autographs and get ready to head out.
"Man Pete, we gon' get a LOT of subs for this."
"I know, right?" He finishes packing his gear and we head off to the next few panels.
As the hours go on, Pete's beginning to act a bit wack. I mean he's cool and all but I can tell something ain't right, or at least he thinks so. Keeps looking over his shoulder as if he just stuffed several iPhones down his pants at Target. And the selfies... never knew Pete to be the selfie type…
Suddenly he taps me on the shoulder. "Hey Isiah, I gotta go for a bit, wanna put these in the back?"
"Sure man! Where you gon' be at?"
"Arcade room. You in?"
"Nah, I wanna get some quality swag, want something?"
"It's cool man."
"Meet you in 30 then?"
"Yeah! Oh and one more thing,"
Without warning he pulls me close and snaps a selfie on his phone before heading off. well that was weird… I mean, really? What's with him and selfies all the sudden?
I walk through the crowd looking for anyone else I know. Oh! The photographer snapping pics of us at the panel! Imma go talk to this brutha.
"Hey, nice camera! Did you enjoy the panel?"
"Yeah, it was really illuminating! I especially liked the part where you discussed what happened to the Toy animatronics and-"
He goes on and on about- wait hol' up. I've seen this face round these parts before.
"wait a sec… aren't you that instagram photographer OracleIntuition?"
"Yup! The one and only!"
"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy sup!" and we greet each other like bruthas do
"Those forest pics were the BOMB on instagram! Where you take those, Yellowstone?"
"Rockies in fact, heh heh" Isaac replies with a toothy smile
"Run into any bears in the woods?"
shit… me and my big-ass mouth...
For one half of a split-fucking-second he look at me like I stepped on his Nike Air Jordans, then gives a forced giggle.
"No bears, no stairs."
"Aw man wouldn't those be nasty!"
this nigga be tweekin, man! Alright, think man, this is your chance!
"So, uh, what's your favorite animatronic?"
"Mine? Well, normally it'd be a toss-up between Bonnie and Freddy, but now I think I'm more of a Bonnie person-"
"Oh? What happened?"
He looked away for a bit then mused, almost as if to himself,
"Do you really think Henry and William got all of them?" He looks at me, and I feel like he's putting me on the spot.
"Well… " I begin. "Those two made a lot of the guys, who knows if there's one still lying in a dumpster somewhere and we don't even know about it…"
He didn't like that, but cat's out, so time to get direct.
"Why, you think Freddy's comin' for you?"
He bites his lower lip in thought before whispering,
"Utah Museum of Architecture and Robotics… you… you saw the pics, right?
he knows
"Yeah… but don't you think..."
"That it's a load of bear shit? That he's dead and that's it?"
Now he's getting in my face, eyes pleading.
"Listen bro, I don't know what the HELL that was, but what I saw, what I felt... That ain't natural. The more I look, the worse this whole Freddy stuff appears."
I nod, not really understanding what he's getting at.
"Look, I like what you do a lot, hell I've gotten many of my friends to subscribe to Freddle Squad themselves. But if there's one thing to keep in mind, it's-"
Isaac suddenly gasps and turns green before giving me this wide-eyed stare as he stammers; "I-I-gotta go. Catch you up later?" Before I can reply he speedwalks off towards the restrooms. Looking around, I can't see what could have possibl-
NO.
FUCKIN SATAN FREDDY IS HERE???
"Agh you fucking kids, I'll get even with you for this I swear to God!"
Freddy flails around picking out the stuff sticking to his fur… oh. It's just silly string. He catches me staring. "the fuck's so funny?" then he storms off as we watch in confusion.
Well…
What exactly did he want me to keep in mind?
A guy like Isaac? If anything, now I know Isaac ain't fooling around… either he got played, or…
Well he sure as hell believes it.
Whatever…
I had two options to soothe my nerves… percs or merch. Ain't that an easy choice…
 
Upstairs there's this area labeled "PRIZE CORNER" through some huge double doors, Fazbear Security lookalikes checking for badges. And for good reason.
"PRIZE CORNER" my ass.
This area is perhaps THE biggest room in the entire convention center, size of at least two NBA arenas, all covered from wall to wall with booths selling all kinds of merchandise!!!! Funko Pops, McFarlane sets, posters and wall hangings of all kinds. Still don't know why such popular companies would still endorse such a controversial brand though, better for the fans anyways! Plus, half of the room was fanart and fan crafts anyways, including art (all kinds), plushies (all kinds), and a wide variety of cosmetic and cosplay merch including OC fursuits costing at least 3 grand each.
Wait…
Is that what I think I see? LIMITED EDITION SANSHEE FREDBEAR PLUSH? HALF OFF!?! GIMME!! I push through the crowd and run towards it like a person running from a killer (off topic, what a coincidence)
15 singles later I'm hauling this brand new Sanshee Fredbear plush I've always been wanting to have to finish my collection in some gift bag over my shoulder, ready to wave it at his face once I finally catch up to him… aaaand Pete's nowhere to be seen. Well… so much for that I guess. Seriously? Dude can't have just bailed on me so soon.
I push past a gaggle of girls dressed up to look like the slutty versions of the Classic Freddy and Friends™ and find Pete talking with this security guard who clearly wasn't a Fazbear fan, occasionally pointing at his cell to show the guard something. As I'm about to call out to him, he finishes the conversation and bumps right into me. He looks very tense, which doesn't help at all.
"Dude, Pete, what's yo problem? Look, let's go somewhere more private so that we don't look like we're slinging rocks or something."
We walk over to this secluded corner and I confront him. "Dangit, boi! You've been acting all sorts of strange since our panel, taking selfies like 'that thot over there' and lookin' around acting all weird and shit. What the hell?!" Pete raises his hands in a defensive posture as I lay it on him.
"Alright Isiah, calm down, I can explain!"
Let's hear the worst.
"You know during that panel, there was this hoodie boy sitting all the way in the back, listening to his iPod or something?" I rack my brains to recall, but nobody in particular stood out to me-
wait…
"Was it some skinny Unabomber lookin' fella?"
"Yes! Yes it was!" Pete replies excitedly. "I thought he was just some weirdo at the wrong panel but then he started following us. I'd see him out of the corner of my eye but he'd always vanish like some ghost or something."
oh great, a crazed stalker. This day just keeps getting better and better...
Pete pulls out his cell phone to show me. "Here, have a look," he opens up the gallery and clicks on one particular selfie. All I see is his stupid grin, but then he zooms in on a corner, revealing the sunglasses-wearing "hoodie boy" who clearly looked sketchy as all hell. No drug dealer would be that careless to just walk around in broad daylight… right? Instantly, I'm reminded to that text I got from that creep back in the airplane.
"And that's not all… Isiah, look." He opens up a set of new text messages sent just about half an hour ago.
I see you Good talk, by the way Look before you leap You might not like what you find
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Just then, I receive a new text of my own.
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID You can still walk away. Or don't, it's up to you.
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID Remember, the Shadows have ears.
*Oh hell no. *
“Yo Pete, I just got two texts from the same guy……”
“Who, the one from the airplane?”
"Yeah."
"shit."
Someone is clearly fucking with us, shit, shit, shit
“Maybe… maybe this is some creepy mega fan?”
“THAT'S STILL BAD.” Pete cries.
“Hopefully this is just a joke and it's not that important. You know what, let's get something to eat if that makes you feel better. I heard they have a really good place that make pizzas as good as Freddy's not to far from here. We don’t have to be here again until 4:00, that means we have 5 hours to spend.”
“That seems nice.” Pete replies.
We move through the crowd to get to the entrance, guarded by security wearing faux Freddy’s security guard gear. These guards look like they have something better to do.
We go to the front of the convention center near the pickup area.
“Uber?” Pete asks
I nod in agreement. Pete goes on his phone and pays for the ride.
I should invite Dawko to come eat with us.
TO: DAWKO ME AND PETE ARE GOING TO EAT, WANNA JOIN?
I never got to send that text; when I turn around I see an out-of-breath Dawko running from a mob of fangirls.
“HIDE ME!” he pants. We see the uber driver pull up on the curve.
“Hurry, go!” I say, motioning him to get his ass in the car as we follow suit, pulling an OJ Simpson down Main street like a Ford Bronco chased by the po-lice.
“Shit, you good bro?” I ask Dawko during the ride.
“Yeah, I guess.”
I'm now grateful that I'm not as famous as him.
The ride drags along. We talk to our Uber driver and actually have a decent conversation. He looked hella sketchy, though. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
“Behold, Bacco's!” I say as I get into to an introducing pose.
“Wineries?” Pete says confusingly
“NAME DOESN'T MATTER”
As we enter the building, the savoury scent of pizza fills my nose as I look around. When I look, there's this extremely cute girl, sitting by herself eating.
...
and she T H I C C
Yo brutha, you got this
“Yo dudes, one second.” I tell my party of two. Hopefully no one intervenes and I can talk to her.
“Ay, hold on there buddy-boy. You trying to get some of that, arencha?” Pete says.
It’s always the black man that can’t do anything.
“Yo, what the hell Pete. “
“It’s not my fault that you made it obvious.”
“Well it’s not my fault tha-”
WHY CAN’T I GET A BREAK. STOP INTERRUPTING ME!
“You know what, let's sit over there then.” Dawko says outta nowhere
Who invited this dude to the conversation?
Dawko talks to waiter for awhile and then we somehow get a table next to her.
I settle down in my seat while the others gather around me.
this is my chance!
Ok, to hook this girl I got to start off smooth and then work my way up.
"Whoa… is that a HERO6????"
Nice way to start a conversation, nerd. What’s next, let me guess, ‘You have some nice camera lenses.’ Dafuq were you thinking?
"Yup! Just came out too; well, it's not mine, really, my sister let me borrow it for this trip."
phew! Okay you can still save this
"Really now? Where you heading?"
"Centralia, just past Route 61."
Pete raises an eyebrow. "The ghost town?"
"Yeah! It's for my journalism class up in Penn State."
"Penn State? Where you from?"
"Oh, well, me and my sister lived in Maryland before I got accepted here."
"Sweet! Pete and I came up from Orlando." I clap him on the shoulder.
"Oh! What brings you all the way up north then?"
We give her a wide grin. "Fazcon 2017 baby!" showing our VIP badges.
“oh you mean the Freddy convention? I did see the ads, plus there's quite a few costumed guys running around the place." The lady shrugs. "Oh! where's my manners, I'm Charisma."
Cute name… DAMNIT ISIAH KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!
“I'm Isiah, this is Pete. Oh yeah, you probably know him already but this is Dawko, nice to meet you.”
Dawko gives a small wave. I am about to make my move until this guy, who kinda reminds me of that one buffed up jock in a high school movie, shows up and sits right next to Charisma (she still has a cute name- ISIAH KEEP IT TOGETHER.) The guy also puts his arm around her.
Please don't tell me it's her bo-
“Oh, this is Jason, who I'm doing the project with!"
Shit, what kinda project then, chemistry? Seems a bit too close to be a “project partner”
The jock stretches his hand over to me and I shake it. “Nice to meet you.” he says.
“Nice to meet you too.” I reply.
THIS FELLOW HOMOSAPIEN IS DATING THIS EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE FEMALE HOMOSAPIEN, IT'S SO FUCKING OBVIOUS SPILL THE BEANS ALREADY DAMNIT.
Okay, I need to chill the fuck down.
“So both of you go to Centralia?” I ask
“Yeah.” Charisma replies, her “project partner” nods in agreement.
"Say, wasn't there a Chica's Party World near that area few decades back?" Dawko pipes up.
“Oh yeah, there was. You all probably already know what happened, since you are fans and stuff."
We shot the shit for a few more while finishing up that delicious gourmet pizza, but before long, Charisma and Jason have to get going. They head out in this blue hatchback that looks like it's from the 90s and barely runs. Soon, it's Dawko's turn to leave, and we wish him the best.
Ah well, now it's just the two of us and this tasty pizza. At least there's that right?
"Um… let's just… let's just go back to the hotel, I could use a hot shower, and hey, perhaps you wanna catch up some sleep and oh maybe cuddle Mr. Fredbear?"
Two for flinching, Pete.
We cross the road and head down Strawberry street to ditch our merch back at our room. We pass by those two vantablack cosplayers again in front of the parking lot-
wait hol up
WHAT
Pete stopped dead cold, no doubt just as spooked as I was. Two lots down, there he was.
CREEPY

ASS

HOODIE BOY.

...
Fuck.
Everything 'bout this guy screams "ghetto neighborhood pusher" and part of me wonders what he got in the waistband of those jeans. Black Air Max sneakers, gray hoodie and red baseball cap leaning on a pillar facing away from us while he's smoking a cig. I see something in the garage mirror-
Double fuck.
Them vantablack niggas are closing in.
"That's the guy from the-"
"I know! Keep movin, we're almost there."
Plan's to make it to the elevator then swipe the keycard before we haul ass upstairs after locking him and his ninja thugs outside. Please Jesus I hope this works…

Hoodie boy's whistling now, great. Maybe he didn't see us?
Shit this is bad. I hope he's just-
… where'd he go???
"Hey homie, you got a light?"
where did-
OH GOD
HE'S FUCKING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US
FUCK
This is so fucking bad, man.
I'm about to get mugged by the Unabomber, this rail-thin dude in aviator glasses and a pedo mustache.
I feel cold, like freezer cold…
Heavy breathing…
We're boxed in by his ninja black shadow goons.
fuck, fuck, fuck. We are dead.
"Umm, sorry no, we don't smoke..."
The door is right fucking there… do we run???
“No speak english, mi amigo.” Pete says
Fucking classic Pete. A look at him, he already knows what I am thinking. LET’S NASCAR THIS BIH.
Me and Pete both run from the Vantablacks (I might just call them that now, seems like a good band name) towards the glass enclosure, hoping that we get away in time. One of them, maybe the lead-singer, extends their arms and grabs me. We on some Bendy and the Ink Machine type-shit now WHAT THE FUCK. The other I swear to Lord Almighty fuckin FLASH STEPS RIGHT IN FRONT OF PETE before grabbing him and spinning him round against the glass with a loud THUD. I grab my backpack quick and find my bible.
Momma I'm sorry for throwing this but I need to live.
“LET THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU!” I scream as I through the very expensive bible at the lead-singer of the Vantablacks-no. Not at… through. THIS IS SOME FORREAL DEVIL SHIT. WTF. He just looks down then back before he football tackles me against the glass like Pete. There's something yellow on the gro- oh. Fredbear fell out… hoodie boy gon' rob me of my phone, my wallet, AND Mr. Fredbear. fuuck.
Hoodie boy just leans on one of the pylons and watches us squirm with this shit eating grin as if he 'bout to bust us for possession while he walks over and picks up the Good Book before dusting it off. Lazily he flicks through the pages before he talks reeal low; "If there is a God, He will have to beg for my forgiveness" then he slams the bible shut with an echoing clap.
The Vantablacks are… well I don't know what the fuck but the one holding up Pete looked like Toy Bonnie,... 'cept he's no longer a toy, more like a life-sized Annabelle, but ALLL black. It's like he's just a black space cut out from all reality except for those eyes and those… teeth. That means the other guy's… like Freddy but with one ear missing...
"You two," hoodie boy points at each of us individually, "I am impressed."
THIS IS IT. OH FUCKING HELL, AT LEAST LET ME CALL MY FAMILY AND TELL THEM I LOVE EM.
"You had some really good theories back there. Well, many of them were off, some completely wrong, but for the rest? Close for the most part."
I give a nervous laugh.
“Any suggestions?”
"Two guys, each with a fascination for Fazbear's. Pete… well… doesn't matter why. As for you, Isiah…" Black Freddy turns me around to face hoodie boy. "You wanted to understand something, something that has been nagging at the back of your mind for years." Now his green eyes are inches away from my face. "You were there, weren't you? When it happened. When he took that kid."
Pete looks at me absolutely confused. I never told anyone about that.
"Fascination… obsession… all qualities of a competent journalist, but taken too far, well… you hold onto that and it will tear you apart bit… by bit… by bit…"
"The fuck are you talking about??? What do you want?!" Pete exclaims.
"Always slick on the mouth I see." He then turns to look at me once more.
"You're treading into deep waters, friend. I've seen the end of this road and believe me, it will not be pleasant."
Stepping back, hoodie boy snaps his fingers and before I know it, Vantablack Freddy and Bonnie are back right behind him. Freddy has MY Fredbear plush and is holding it like he holdin' a baby while Bonnie just stares like a damn statue.
"You can still quit while you're ahead, guys. Let the world believe those lies and half-truths about what happened."
He then shrugs. "Or, continue down that rabbit hole… who knows? Maybe you'll be the lucky ones. Nobody ever listens to me anyway."
"then why are you-"
"I'm just here to give you a warning, Freddles. A warning and a choice. Go back to your ordinary lives as YouTube celebrities, accepting the popular opinion, or continue at your own risk. What was that, ah… live or die. Make your choice."
We look at each other for just a moment, and by the time we look back, he's gone. Just GONE. Like he pulled some Criss Angel bullshit.
Best we do the same.
Running into the elevators, we rush into our suite and double lock all the chains and latch, then start making our way to the windows. I walk toward the bed and freeze.
Mr. Fredbear is sitting dead center, staring at me shiftily with his black eyes and stupid purple clothes.
Right on top of momma's ol' family bible.
So much for sleeping tonight…
 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 
Submitted in honor of the victims of the 2018 Parkland Shooting
You will not be forgotten.
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T is for Terrified

NEW MESSAGE: FFEC 2017 DIRECTOR +4 OTHERS
Hello everyone! I hope all of you make it here to Harrisburg! Tomorrow will be the first day of the 20th Freddy Fazbear Entertainment Convention. You all will be staying at the Hilton Harrisburg near the Convention Center. More information will be provided in the following link...
My mind is completely blank right now. I am on a two-hour flight to Pennsylvania and I am still in shock that my curiosity and mind took me this far.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Yo how are you doing bro, i arrived at the airport.
What have I gotten myself into?? I still can’t believe that a stupid theory and hobby have gotten me this far. I look down at my empty paper and think about what I need to say in my part of the panel.
Freddy’s was the biggest incident that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about this incident such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spok-
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Midway through my writing, I get a text message.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Dude, I think you need to hear this. “New development in the suicide of a 16-year old student; Police uncover deeper meaning.” Just hit the WaPo this morning. It talks about this Tanner Albright kid, who dropped out of school and went into hiding. In a nutshell, I am on to something. Tell you more at the port :)
I remember hearing about that, barely a blip on the newsfeed compared to all that coverage about the solar eclipse. That was an interesting text. Why not tell me now. You know what, screw it, I’ll just continue writing.
I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children went missing at the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the disappearances of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. I am here to clear everything u-
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Damnit Pete!
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Just a small check in on u. I herd the plane was delayed. Tru?
Just then, the pilot made an announcement:

“Hello folks, we are having a rough time here so just sit back for a moment. Put on your seatbelts everybody!”

You serious right now??? Even in 2017 a brutha can't get a break!
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE. YOU CAN'T HIDE.
...
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK
Maybe it was just a simple prank. Let me not freak out the person next to me and piss my pants in the actual piss place.
Luckily I am right next to the bathroom.
I open the door and look in the mirror.
Yo, Isiah, chill out dude. It’s good.
I go back to my seat and go back to my music.
Oh shoot
I feel the migraine coming as the cabin rocks under the turbulence. Shit…
Pete's going to be so mad when he finds out… oh well.
Pete's waiting for me past security
“Ayyee, wassup my guy.” Pete greets me.
“Sup,” I reply.
“How long have you been waiting here, P?”
“Four hours. You hungry from that flight?”
“Yeah, let’s get something to eat.”
We walk around the airport looking for something to eat.
“Mickey Ds?”
“Hell yeah.”
We walk to the McDonald's across from us to get what I think is dinner. We wait in line to get our food. Pete orders a Big Mac and I order a normal cheeseburger with a milkshake. We sit down at the dining plaza tables and start eating.
“So how was your flight?” Pete asks.
"Bit rough," I reply.
"No shit, Isiah!" He pauses then asks, "you been taking the percs again?"
"Uhh..."
"Man, you gotta cut that shit out!"
"It's aiight… So… whatchu got?"
Pete pulls up the webpage on his iPad; it's that Washington Post article he mentioned in the text earlier, with a picture showing cops at some backwoods crime scene complete with yellow tape. The page linked to another webpage, this one being a local news site for the St. George Metropolitan Area:
Brushton Township police say that Tanner Albright, a high school student that committed suicide several weeks back, had plans to commit mass murder.
Hurricane Police Chief Clay Burke said in a news conference yesterday that detectives found further writings dated August 8 to August 20, detailing a five-step plan for a major killing spree.
An entry dated Aug. 16 said, "...this will be bigger than anything this country's ever seen, .......I've been planning this for a long time, it's going to be so much fun. They won't expect a thing. It will be a stain on American history unlike anything like it."
The entries also praised William Afton of Afton Robotics and the recently-deceased Henry Fasbach of Fazbear Entertainment, making heavy references to the series of child murders throughout the 1990s, believed to have been committed by someone impersonating a mascot at the pizzeria. An entry dated Aug. 17 said, "I'll look into those scared little bitches eyes before I kill them and watch the life pour out of their bodies like the river Nile ... have followers because I'm so awesome I know someone will follow me just like I followed William Afton's ... me and them want close to the same thing, It's going to be fun......They say oh this is horrible but they don't think like us like me Henry and William...."
Tanner's writings made heavy references to Satanism and the occult, and detectives believe the boy expected to die and then "rise again" on August 21, the day of a major solar eclipse. A memo entry dated Aug. 18 said, ".....I'm going to die doing it, I hate those people, when they interview my parents and ask how they didn't see the signs they should know it's not them it's me and it's because of how I see the world....I'll hurt and destroy something so much bigger and they'll all see....."
He had gone missing a week before his body was found nearby an abandoned bunker that he had apparently been inhabiting for the last few months of his high school attendance before dropping out.
On Thursday, the Washington County Medical Examiner ruled Tanner's death inconclusive.
Investigation into Tanner's home was rendered impossible due to a major break-in soon after the body was discovered, with the intruder stealing most if not all of Tanner's belongings and heavily vandalizing the remainder.
Police say the investigation will continue with additional interviews and review of the boy's other documents.
School counselor Harvey Dunn issued a news release Thursday afternoon, noting increased presence by law enforcement in all district buildings.
Oookay… damn. That was one messed-up kid. One look at this pasty white boy's face and I immediately think "this kid be blastin' on them fools". At least he didn't go down that route...
"And you're showing me this because..."
Pete pulls out a folder from his convention bag and shoves it to me. "Dude, it gets even weirder. This guy on Freddit, OracleIntuition, sent me these" he gestures to the contents of the folder; several photographs of a really crappy cosplay of Freddy that someone tried to make look "oh so sp00py" by wrapping red yarn all over it, dunno why.
"So it's a photo of some cosplayer, what does this have to do with-"
"Bruh, that's what I told him too. But he swears 1000% that this is the real deal, some real spooky shit. Like a real-life version of all those urban legends about the animatronics walkin' around at night? And you know the weirdest part? He says this is what Tanner meant when he said 'rise again'"
"Naw… you saying this kid turn himself into a Freddy??" I stop and think for a second.
“This is on some next level werewolf shit bro, I don’t think it’s real. It could be some really thought out fanfic.” I reply.
“Sure, whatever you say. Don’t start crying and running to me when some satanic ‘I Need Jesus’ Freddy comes for your ass.”
Yo, this is forreal on some other worldly stuff. I don’t think there is that much behind this thing, and I am a theorist who talks about dead children for god’s sake.
“Anyways, you wanna know what happened to me on the plane?” I say.
“Let me guess, the perc. I already told you-”
“No, I got this weird ass stalker level text. Sounded like someone from ISIS or some shit.” I show Pete the text message.
“How many codes have you been cracking my dude, Tanner the spirit school shooter is about to murder your ass.” Pete replies.
“This is not funny. I am hella scared right now. Why me though?”
“In all seriousness, this could be a joke or a wrong number thing. Either way it’s weird.”
“True bu-”
CAN I NOT GET INTERRUPTED FOR THE FIRST TIME.
“Hi guys, mind if I join you?” a familiar posh-accented voice says.
“Well, you could have as……. HOLY SHIT!” I scream, trying not to freak out even more.
To my surprise, it’s Dawko. The Dawko; the gamer and theorist. Is this real right now?
“Excuse my language, hello, of course you can join us.”
Pete and I give each other a glare. It’s the myth, the man, the legend, Dawko!!
“Sorry for my manners, my name is Isiah and this is Pete. I assume you are also here for the convention?”
“Oh yeah, I am. Are you part of a panel or a fan?”
“I am in the panel with my friend over here, we are under the name of ‘TheFreddleSquad’. You've probably seen our video on Freddy's, that is why we are here.”
“Ah yes I have, you are on the panel with me I think, right? I’ll check the schedule the director gave us.” Dawko looks down at his phone. “Yep.”
"So you just got here too? How was the flight?"
"Oh my God, 10 hours of torture all the way from Heathrow I swear," replies Dawko while stretching his back.
"I can't believe FazCon's been around for like 20 years, and 'cause of what? 'cause of some creepy urban legends here or there? I mean, have you seen the place? 'So come on down to mechanical bear pizza and child casino!!!'" we all get a good giggle out of that one.
We finish eating and we get all our luggage from pickup and we call an Uber.
We see our driver and he drives us to our hotel.
“Have a nice day!” Dawko shouts as he waves us off.
We wave back.
Approaching the lobby, it becomes pretty clear that we're not the only Faz-fans holed up in this joint. Already the place is full of enthusiasts and even some cosplayers. A cardboard Freddy sat down reading his tablet while some Foxy chicks (in BOTH senses of the word) hung round the pillars taking selfies. I even saw these two high as fuck guys dressed in black animal suits and I don't mean black like they used ink for the Ice Bucket challenge but like Vantablack shit.
Me and Pete get our room key from the counter and take the elevator up.
“Damn, we met Dawko.” I say.
“Yes, yes we did.” Pete replies
We get to our room and look around.
“I am glad we chose to upgrade to the two-room suite.” Pete says as he savours the moment.
I also savour it, as we examine every feature of the room, from the king-sized bed to the soft floors, everything is so perfect. While Pete flops down on the bed, I pull out my Surface Pro 4 and check the forums.
"Yo Pete check this out"
I'm on OracleIntuition's instagram account; there's a black and white selfie of a professional photographer, with images far superior to the ones Pete showed me at the airport. The caption was what piqued my interest, however:
oracleintuition Just flew into Harrisburg Intl.! Next stop, FazCon 2017!!!! 😊😄 #oracleintuition #ffp #freddy convention #fazcon
He's here?? Oh this might actually be interesting. I wonder what he has to say about the photos. But, time waits for no bruthas. We pack our gear and head off down the 20-minute walk from the Hilton to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex, where the FazCon is being held. Strolling past the milling tourists and congoers, we behold the massive convention center, the capital of Freddy's Fandom for the next 4 days. We take a quick power nap because we didn't go to sleep, and it's 6:30 AM and we have to arrive in an hour.
Still, that short nap's long enough for me to have this strange dream. I'm a little boy again, barely knee height and I'm at the pizzeria during a birthday party. I try to get closer but I trip and fall, and by the time I get up, the whole place is dark and empty, like in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I hear movement and a little kid struggling as he's being pushed around by this dude in a purple uniform, squealing all the while because his mouth's been covered. They disappear behind the door and I can hear muffled struggling behind it. I walk towards the door, but there's this huge stink and some weird-ass feeling I can't place. I'm scared.
The stage lights up and there's Freddy, except… where's Bonnie and Chica??? Plus, Freddy's facing the wrong way! I have a choice… go to that door or go to Freddy. I also get this tingling pressure and somehow I know that if I take my eyes off of Freddy for even one second…
Suddenly the door bursts open, breaking my concentration. Instinctively I turn to look and… nothing. Just an empty room. Oh fuck... I want, no, need to get to that door because if I don't, it's going to get me. Doesn't matter what "it" is. I break into a run, but the pizzeria seems to stretch out as my heart hammers, but I finally make it through the door, slamming it behind me. I wait for a few moments, straining to hear if what's out there's gone. Then slowly I turn arou-
 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I get up with a start, breathing heavily. just a dream, Isiah, just a dream. Shit… I shouldn't have let them photos get to me… fuck. I turn and look at the clock. Oh, 7:05, still have time. I wake up Pete, we wash our faces, and finally leave the hotel, before hailing a taxi to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex where the FazCon takes place.
And with that, we march headlong into the convention center.

WOW.

It. Was. HUGE.
To any '90s kid who was raised on a healthy diet of Freddy's pizza and Surge, this place was practically heaven. The halls were transformed into a giant Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria/museum with practically everything that would satisfy your inner child for days on end! There were arcades of all kinds, deluxe ball pits we could play in for hours on end, vintage Freddy's memorabilia on display including signs, posters, even some old relics like animatronics that never made it to production, each carefully labeled and presented like fashion mannequins at the mall. But instead of rowdy screaming children, the place was crammed full of excited teens and adults, many of whom were having just as much fun as they would at a Dave & Buster's. Tokens clattered as attendees queued up to play the arcade games as if this was Atlantic City instead of Pennsylvania. A group of highschoolers howled and high-fived as they won a goodstuff Bonnie plush at the claw machine. Not to mention the cosplayers. It was like back at the hotel but magnified a hundred fold, and some of the outfits were so good that it was difficult to tell whether they were just here to have fun or whether they were part of the exhibit! Passing by a Foxy and a Mangle dancing to Gangnam Style while waving around a Nerf gun, we entered a room labeled "CAM 01" just in time to watch a riffed vintage episode of Fredbear and Friends! that had everyone laughing their asses off for nearly the full 20 minutes.
After having my fun, I go to rehearsal for my panel. I see multiple familiar faces from FusionZ to WHAT Stephen King?! STEPHEN KING HOLY SHIT I JUST NOTICED. What the hell is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be writing a book about a gay guy or something? Now I wish I hadn't sold my 1st edition copy of "Under the Dome" before getting his autograph (ugh!) I am going to go speak with him, and hopefully don't make a nuisance out of myself. “Hey Mr. King, odd seeing you around these parts?” I say. “Please, call me Stephen.” he replies. I JUST GOT PERMISSION TO CALL STEPHEN KING ON A FIRST-NAME BASIS OH MY GOD. “So what panel are you on, Stephen?” I just had to rub it in. “Panel 3.”
“Really? So am I!”
“Great! I don't really tell people this but, I am a huge fan of yours, your theories helped me write my book!”
Did Stephen King just call me one of his inspirations??????
FREDDLE SCREECH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
We stand there for a while.
“Alright then, catch you later!” I say.
Stephen walks away then waves.
"EVERYONE IN PANEL 3 PLEASE APPROACH THE FRONT FOR REHEARSAL” a man says over the speaker system
Alright… it's showtime.
It’s finally time for the biggest moment of my so-called career. I see the other panelists around me, most I met during rehearsal. I settle down in my seat while Pete plops down next to me.
“You ready bro?” Pete asks me.
“Yeah, I guess.”
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE WELCOME, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, THE CONSPIRACY THEORIST GROUP WITH OVER A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS ON YOUTUBE, THE FREDDLE SQUAD!!!"
Moment of truth time.
I get up to give my speech.
"Thank you! We are The Freddle Squad and it's so good to be back! Shout out to my boy Pete, FusionZ, Dawko, and the one and only Stephen King himself!"
I wait for the applause to die down before continuing. "Now, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was the biggest scandal that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about the strange phenomena surrounding the restaurant, such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children disappeared from the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the unknown whereabouts of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. Pete and I have been researching this for the past few years and we are now here to clear everything up."
I give Pete a soft kick which means it’s his turn.
“As my partner said, these incidents weren’t accidents. The long running partnership between Afton Robotics and Fazbear Entertainment isn’t as sweet as you think. Rumors have been going around that the company owner William Afton, presumably deceased, and his good friend, the late Fazbear Entertainment owner, Henry Fasbach, who had recently taken his own life this past Spring, had a pretty good, hidden friendship when they weren’t making headlines, almost too good of a friendship. Bonding over the experience of having lost their only daughter, they plotted on getting revenge on their own creations. In Henry’s letter before his passing, he wrote 'I was absolutely infuriated and ashamed of my actions, my daughter had died in the hands of my creations. I wanted for people to know the pain.'
Henry and William's plan was to sabotage their own beloved animatronics, to prevent any future tragedy; though both William and Henry were thought to have had shady connections to various - shall I say it - suspicious suppliers and other companies, they felt confident in their success, that is until William's apparent disappearance about a decade later. Henry himself would soon vanish from public spectacle to devote to his research, shunning everyone, including family and friends. With Henry dead, and his ex-wife and nephew not talking, we can only speculate exactly what he discovered and the rationale behind his actions."
And with that we continue into our Freddle Squad spiel, enumerating the known facts about the tangled case that lay before us and then entertaining the most common theories as to what truly went down back at Freddy's. When we finish, the moderator sets up this round table like on ABC, where we discuss and debate the motives and history of the whole sordid affair. All in all, it's really fun, and we're quite proud of ourselves, now that we're talking on par with all the bigshots of this field!
"Well that was fun!" Pete exclaims in relief once we finish signing autographs and get ready to head out.
"Man Pete, we gon' get a LOT of subs for this."
"I know, right?" He finishes packing his gear and we head off to the next few panels.
As the hours go on, Pete's beginning to act a bit wack. I mean he's cool and all but I can tell something ain't right, or at least he thinks so. Keeps looking over his shoulder as if he just stuffed several iPhones down his pants at Target. And the selfies... never knew Pete to be the selfie type…
Suddenly he taps me on the shoulder. "Hey Isiah, I gotta go for a bit, wanna put these in the back?"
"Sure man! Where you gon' be at?"
"Arcade room. You in?"
"Nah, I wanna get some quality swag, want something?"
"It's cool man."
"Meet you in 30 then?"
"Yeah! Oh and one more thing,"
Without warning he pulls me close and snaps a selfie on his phone before heading off. well that was weird… I mean, really? What's with him and selfies all the sudden?
I walk through the crowd looking for anyone else I know. Oh! The photographer snapping pics of us at the panel! Imma go talk to this brutha.
"Hey, nice camera! Did you enjoy the panel?"
"Yeah, it was really illuminating! I especially liked the part where you discussed what happened to the Toy animatronics and-"
He goes on and on about- wait hol' up. I've seen this face round these parts before.
"wait a sec… aren't you that instagram photographer OracleIntuition?"
"Yup! The one and only!"
"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy sup!" and we greet each other like bruthas do
"Those forest pics were the BOMB on instagram! Where you take those, Yellowstone?"
"Rockies in fact, heh heh" Isaac replies with a toothy smile
"Run into any bears in the woods?"
shit… me and my big-ass mouth...
For one half of a split-fucking-second he look at me like I stepped on his Nike Air Jordans, then gives a forced giggle.
"No bears, no stairs."
"Aw man wouldn't those be nasty!"
this nigga be tweekin, man! Alright, think man, this is your chance!
"So, uh, what's your favorite animatronic?"
"Mine? Well, normally it'd be a toss-up between Bonnie and Freddy, but now I think I'm more of a Bonnie person-"
"Oh? What happened?"
He looked away for a bit then mused, almost as if to himself,
"Do you really think Henry and William got all of them?" He looks at me, and I feel like he's putting me on the spot.
"Well… " I begin. "Those two made a lot of the guys, who knows if there's one still lying in a dumpster somewhere and we don't even know about it…"
He didn't like that, but cat's out, so time to get direct.
"Why, you think Freddy's comin' for you?"
He bites his lower lip in thought before whispering,
"Utah Museum of Architecture and Robotics… you… you saw the pics, right?
he knows
"Yeah… but don't you think..."
"That it's a load of bear shit? That he's dead and that's it?"
Now he's getting in my face, eyes pleading.
"Listen bro, I don't know what the HELL that was, but what I saw, what I felt... That ain't natural. The more I look, the worse this whole Freddy stuff appears."
I nod, not really understanding what he's getting at.
"Look, I like what you do a lot, hell I've gotten many of my friends to subscribe to Freddle Squad themselves. But if there's one thing to keep in mind, it's-"
Isaac suddenly gasps and turns green before giving me this wide-eyed stare as he stammers; "I-I-gotta go. Catch you up later?" Before I can reply he speedwalks off towards the restrooms. Looking around, I can't see what could have possibl-
NO.
FUCKIN SATAN FREDDY IS HERE???
"Agh you fucking kids, I'll get even with you for this I swear to God!"
Freddy flails around picking out the stuff sticking to his fur… oh. It's just silly string. He catches me staring. "the fuck's so funny?" then he storms off as we watch in confusion.
Well…
What exactly did he want me to keep in mind?
A guy like Isaac? If anything, now I know Isaac ain't fooling around… either he got played, or…
Well he sure as hell believes it.
Whatever…
I had two options to soothe my nerves… percs or merch. Ain't that an easy choice…
 
Upstairs there's this area labeled "PRIZE CORNER" through some huge double doors, Fazbear Security lookalikes checking for badges. And for good reason.
"PRIZE CORNER" my ass.
This area is perhaps THE biggest room in the entire convention center, size of at least two NBA arenas, all covered from wall to wall with booths selling all kinds of merchandise!!!! Funko Pops, McFarlane sets, posters and wall hangings of all kinds. Still don't know why such popular companies would still endorse such a controversial brand though, better for the fans anyways! Plus, half of the room was fanart and fan crafts anyways, including art (all kinds), plushies (all kinds), and a wide variety of cosmetic and cosplay merch including OC fursuits costing at least 3 grand each.
Wait…
Is that what I think I see? LIMITED EDITION SANSHEE FREDBEAR PLUSH? HALF OFF!?! GIMME!! I push through the crowd and run towards it like a person running from a killer (off topic, what a coincidence)
15 singles later I'm hauling this brand new Sanshee Fredbear plush I've always been wanting to have to finish my collection in some gift bag over my shoulder, ready to wave it at his face once I finally catch up to him… aaaand Pete's nowhere to be seen. Well… so much for that I guess. Seriously? Dude can't have just bailed on me so soon.
I push past a gaggle of girls dressed up to look like the slutty versions of the Classic Freddy and Friends™ and find Pete talking with this security guard who clearly wasn't a Fazbear fan, occasionally pointing at his cell to show the guard something. As I'm about to call out to him, he finishes the conversation and bumps right into me. He looks very tense, which doesn't help at all.
"Dude, Pete, what's yo problem? Look, let's go somewhere more private so that we don't look like we're slinging rocks or something."
We walk over to this secluded corner and I confront him. "Dangit, boi! You've been acting all sorts of strange since our panel, taking selfies like 'that thot over there' and lookin' around acting all weird and shit. What the hell?!" Pete raises his hands in a defensive posture as I lay it on him.
"Alright Isiah, calm down, I can explain!"
Let's hear the worst.
"You know during that panel, there was this hoodie boy sitting all the way in the back, listening to his iPod or something?" I rack my brains to recall, but nobody in particular stood out to me-
wait…
"Was it some skinny Unabomber lookin' fella?"
"Yes! Yes it was!" Pete replies excitedly. "I thought he was just some weirdo at the wrong panel but then he started following us. I'd see him out of the corner of my eye but he'd always vanish like some ghost or something."
oh great, a crazed stalker. This day just keeps getting better and better...
Pete pulls out his cell phone to show me. "Here, have a look," he opens up the gallery and clicks on one particular selfie. All I see is his stupid grin, but then he zooms in on a corner, revealing the sunglasses-wearing "hoodie boy" who clearly looked sketchy as all hell. No drug dealer would be that careless to just walk around in broad daylight… right? Instantly, I'm reminded to that text I got from that creep back in the airplane.
"And that's not all… Isiah, look." He opens up a set of new text messages sent just about half an hour ago.
I see you Good talk, by the way Look before you leap You might not like what you find
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Just then, I receive a new text of my own.
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID You can still walk away. Or don't, it's up to you.
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID Remember, the Shadows have ears.
*Oh hell no. *
“Yo Pete, I just got two texts from the same guy……”
“Who, the one from the airplane?”
"Yeah."
"shit."
Someone is clearly fucking with us, shit, shit, shit
“Maybe… maybe this is some creepy mega fan?”
“THAT'S STILL BAD.” Pete cries.
“Hopefully this is just a joke and it's not that important. You know what, let's get something to eat if that makes you feel better. I heard they have a really good place that make pizzas as good as Freddy's not to far from here. We don’t have to be here again until 4:00, that means we have 5 hours to spend.”
“That seems nice.” Pete replies.
We move through the crowd to get to the entrance, guarded by security wearing faux Freddy’s security guard gear. These guards look like they have something better to do.
We go to the front of the convention center near the pickup area.
“Uber?” Pete asks
I nod in agreement. Pete goes on his phone and pays for the ride.
I should invite Dawko to come eat with us.
TO: DAWKO ME AND PETE ARE GOING TO EAT, WANNA JOIN?
I never got to send that text; when I turn around I see an out-of-breath Dawko running from a mob of fangirls.
“HIDE ME!” he pants. We see the uber driver pull up on the curve.
“Hurry, go!” I say, motioning him to get his ass in the car as we follow suit, pulling an OJ Simpson down Main street like a Ford Bronco chased by the po-lice.
“Shit, you good bro?” I ask Dawko during the ride.
“Yeah, I guess.”
I'm now grateful that I'm not as famous as him.
The ride drags along. We talk to our Uber driver and actually have a decent conversation. He looked hella sketchy, though. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
“Behold, Bacco's!” I say as I get into to an introducing pose.
“Wineries?” Pete says confusingly
“NAME DOESN'T MATTER”
As we enter the building, the savoury scent of pizza fills my nose as I look around. When I look, there's this extremely cute girl, sitting by herself eating.
...
and she T H I C C
Yo brutha, you got this
“Yo dudes, one second.” I tell my party of two. Hopefully no one intervenes and I can talk to her.
“Ay, hold on there buddy-boy. You trying to get some of that, arencha?” Pete says.
It’s always the black man that can’t do anything.
“Yo, what the hell Pete. “
“It’s not my fault that you made it obvious.”
“Well it’s not my fault tha-”
WHY CAN’T I GET A BREAK. STOP INTERRUPTING ME!
“You know what, let's sit over there then.” Dawko says outta nowhere
Who invited this dude to the conversation?
Dawko talks to waiter for awhile and then we somehow get a table next to her.
I settle down in my seat while the others gather around me.
this is my chance!
Ok, to hook this girl I got to start off smooth and then work my way up.
"Whoa… is that a HERO6????"
Nice way to start a conversation, nerd. What’s next, let me guess, ‘You have some nice camera lenses.’ Dafuq were you thinking?
"Yup! Just came out too; well, it's not mine, really, my sister let me borrow it for this trip."
phew! Okay you can still save this
"Really now? Where you heading?"
"Centralia, just past Route 61."
Pete raises an eyebrow. "The ghost town?"
"Yeah! It's for my journalism class up in Penn State."
"Penn State? Where you from?"
"Oh, well, me and my sister lived in Maryland before I got accepted here."
"Sweet! Pete and I came up from Orlando." I clap him on the shoulder.
"Oh! What brings you all the way up north then?"
We give her a wide grin. "Fazcon 2017 baby!" showing our VIP badges.
“oh you mean the Freddy convention? I did see the ads, plus there's quite a few costumed guys running around the place." The lady shrugs. "Oh! where's my manners, I'm Charisma."
Cute name… DAMNIT ISIAH KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!
“I'm Isiah, this is Pete. Oh yeah, you probably know him already but this is Dawko, nice to meet you.”
Dawko gives a small wave. I am about to make my move until this guy, who kinda reminds me of that one buffed up jock in a high school movie, shows up and sits right next to Charisma (she still has a cute name- ISIAH KEEP IT TOGETHER.) The guy also puts his arm around her.
Please don't tell me it's her bo-
“Oh, this is Jason, who I'm doing the project with!"
Shit, what kinda project then, chemistry? Seems a bit too close to be a “project partner”
The jock stretches his hand over to me and I shake it. “Nice to meet you.” he says.
“Nice to meet you too.” I reply.
THIS FELLOW HOMOSAPIEN IS DATING THIS EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE FEMALE HOMOSAPIEN, IT'S SO FUCKING OBVIOUS SPILL THE BEANS ALREADY DAMNIT.
Okay, I need to chill the fuck down.
“So both of you go to Centralia?” I ask
“Yeah.” Charisma replies, her “project partner” nods in agreement.
"Say, wasn't there a Chica's Party World near that area few decades back?" Dawko pipes up.
“Oh yeah, there was. You all probably already know what happened, since you are fans and stuff."
We shot the shit for a few more while finishing up that delicious gourmet pizza, but before long, Charisma and Jason have to get going. They head out in this blue hatchback that looks like it's from the 90s and barely runs. Soon, it's Dawko's turn to leave, and we wish him the best.
Ah well, now it's just the two of us and this tasty pizza. At least there's that right?
"Um… let's just… let's just go back to the hotel, I could use a hot shower, and hey, perhaps you wanna catch up some sleep and oh maybe cuddle Mr. Fredbear?"
Two for flinching, Pete.
We cross the road and head down Strawberry street to ditch our merch back at our room. We pass by those two vantablack cosplayers again in front of the parking lot-
wait hol up
WHAT
Pete stopped dead cold, no doubt just as spooked as I was. Two lots down, there he was.
CREEPY

ASS

HOODIE BOY.

...
Fuck.
Everything 'bout this guy screams "ghetto neighborhood pusher" and part of me wonders what he got in the waistband of those jeans. Black Air Max sneakers, gray hoodie and red baseball cap leaning on a pillar facing away from us while he's smoking a cig. I see something in the garage mirror-
Double fuck.
Them vantablack niggas are closing in.
"That's the guy from the-"
"I know! Keep movin, we're almost there."
Plan's to make it to the elevator then swipe the keycard before we haul ass upstairs after locking him and his ninja thugs outside. Please Jesus I hope this works…

Hoodie boy's whistling now, great. Maybe he didn't see us?
Shit this is bad. I hope he's just-
… where'd he go???
"Hey homie, you got a light?"
where did-
OH GOD
HE'S FUCKING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US
FUCK
This is so fucking bad, man.
I'm about to get mugged by the Unabomber, this rail-thin dude in aviator glasses and a pedo mustache.
I feel cold, like freezer cold…
Heavy breathing…
We're boxed in by his ninja black shadow goons.
fuck, fuck, fuck. We are dead.
"Umm, sorry no, we don't smoke..."
The door is right fucking there… do we run???
“No speak english, mi amigo.” Pete says
Fucking classic Pete. A look at him, he already knows what I am thinking. LET’S NASCAR THIS BIH.
Me and Pete both run from the Vantablacks (I might just call them that now, seems like a good band name) towards the glass enclosure, hoping that we get away in time. One of them, maybe the lead-singer, extends their arms and grabs me. We on some Bendy and the Ink Machine type-shit now WHAT THE FUCK. The other I swear to Lord Almighty fuckin FLASH STEPS RIGHT IN FRONT OF PETE before grabbing him and spinning him round against the glass with a loud THUD. I grab my backpack quick and find my bible.
Momma I'm sorry for throwing this but I need to live.
“LET THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU!” I scream as I through the very expensive bible at the lead-singer of the Vantablacks-no. Not at… through. THIS IS SOME FORREAL DEVIL SHIT. WTF. He just looks down then back before he football tackles me against the glass like Pete. There's something yellow on the gro- oh. Fredbear fell out… hoodie boy gon' rob me of my phone, my wallet, AND Mr. Fredbear. fuuck.
Hoodie boy just leans on one of the pylons and watches us squirm with this shit eating grin as if he 'bout to bust us for possession while he walks over and picks up the Good Book before dusting it off. Lazily he flicks through the pages before he talks reeal low; "If there is a God, He will have to beg for my forgiveness" then he slams the bible shut with an echoing clap.
The Vantablacks are… well I don't know what the fuck but the one holding up Pete looked like Toy Bonnie,... 'cept he's no longer a toy, more like a life-sized Annabelle, but ALLL black. It's like he's just a black space cut out from all reality except for those eyes and those… teeth. That means the other guy's… like Freddy but with one ear missing...
"You two," hoodie boy points at each of us individually, "I am impressed."
THIS IS IT. OH FUCKING HELL, AT LEAST LET ME CALL MY FAMILY AND TELL THEM I LOVE EM.
"You had some really good theories back there. Well, many of them were off, some completely wrong, but for the rest? Close for the most part."
I give a nervous laugh.
“Any suggestions?”
"Two guys, each with a fascination for Fazbear's. Pete… well… doesn't matter why. As for you, Isiah…" Black Freddy turns me around to face hoodie boy. "You wanted to understand something, something that has been nagging at the back of your mind for years." Now his green eyes are inches away from my face. "You were there, weren't you? When it happened. When he took that kid."
Pete looks at me absolutely confused. I never told anyone about that.
"Fascination… obsession… all qualities of a competent journalist, but taken too far, well… you hold onto that and it will tear you apart bit… by bit… by bit…"
"The fuck are you talking about??? What do you want?!" Pete exclaims.
"Always slick on the mouth I see." He then turns to look at me once more.
"You're treading into deep waters, friend. I've seen the end of this road and believe me, it will not be pleasant."
Stepping back, hoodie boy snaps his fingers and before I know it, Vantablack Freddy and Bonnie are back right behind him. Freddy has MY Fredbear plush and is holding it like he holdin' a baby while Bonnie just stares like a damn statue.
"You can still quit while you're ahead, guys. Let the world believe those lies and half-truths about what happened."
He then shrugs. "Or, continue down that rabbit hole… who knows? Maybe you'll be the lucky ones. Nobody ever listens to me anyway."
"then why are you-"
"I'm just here to give you a warning, Freddles. A warning and a choice. Go back to your ordinary lives as YouTube celebrities, accepting the popular opinion, or continue at your own risk. What was that, ah… live or die. Make your choice."
We look at each other for just a moment, and by the time we look back, he's gone. Just GONE. Like he pulled some Criss Angel bullshit.
Best we do the same.
Running into the elevators, we rush into our suite and double lock all the chains and latch, then start making our way to the windows. I walk toward the bed and freeze.
Mr. Fredbear is sitting dead center, staring at me shiftily with his black eyes and stupid purple clothes.
Right on top of momma's ol' family bible.
So much for sleeping tonight…
 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 
Submitted in honor of the victims of the 2018 Parkland Shooting
You will not be forgotten.
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T is for Terrified

NEW MESSAGE: FFEC 2017 DIRECTOR +4 OTHERS
Hello everyone! I hope all of you make it here to Harrisburg! Tomorrow will be the first day of the 20th Freddy Fazbear Entertainment Convention. You all will be staying at the Hilton Harrisburg near the Convention Center. More information will be provided in the following link...
My mind is completely blank right now. I am on a two-hour flight to Pennsylvania and I am still in shock that my curiosity and mind took me this far.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Yo how are you doing bro, i arrived at the airport.
What have I gotten myself into?? I still can’t believe that a stupid theory and hobby have gotten me this far. I look down at my empty paper and think about what I need to say in my part of the panel.
Freddy’s was the biggest incident that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about this incident such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spok-
BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Midway through my writing, I get a text message.
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Dude, I think you need to hear this. “New development in the suicide of a 16-year old student; Police uncover deeper meaning.” Just hit the WaPo this morning. It talks about this Tanner Albright kid, who dropped out of school and went into hiding. In a nutshell, I am on to something. Tell you more at the port :)
I remember hearing about that, barely a blip on the newsfeed compared to all that coverage about the solar eclipse. That was an interesting text. Why not tell me now. You know what, screw it, I’ll just continue writing.
I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children went missing at the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the disappearances of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. I am here to clear everything u-
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Damnit Pete!
NEW MESSAGE: PETE Just a small check in on u. I herd the plane was delayed. Tru?
Just then, the pilot made an announcement:

“Hello folks, we are having a rough time here so just sit back for a moment. Put on your seatbelts everybody!”

You serious right now??? Even in 2017 a brutha can't get a break!
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID I KNOW WHERE YOU ARE. YOU CAN'T HIDE.
...
WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK
Maybe it was just a simple prank. Let me not freak out the person next to me and piss my pants in the actual piss place.
Luckily I am right next to the bathroom.
I open the door and look in the mirror.
Yo, Isiah, chill out dude. It’s good.
I go back to my seat and go back to my music.
Oh shoot
I feel the migraine coming as the cabin rocks under the turbulence. Shit…
Pete's going to be so mad when he finds out… oh well.
Pete's waiting for me past security
“Ayyee, wassup my guy.” Pete greets me.
“Sup,” I reply.
“How long have you been waiting here, P?”
“Four hours. You hungry from that flight?”
“Yeah, let’s get something to eat.”
We walk around the airport looking for something to eat.
“Mickey Ds?”
“Hell yeah.”
We walk to the McDonald's across from us to get what I think is dinner. We wait in line to get our food. Pete orders a Big Mac and I order a normal cheeseburger with a milkshake. We sit down at the dining plaza tables and start eating.
“So how was your flight?” Pete asks.
"Bit rough," I reply.
"No shit, Isiah!" He pauses then asks, "you been taking the percs again?"
"Uhh..."
"Man, you gotta cut that shit out!"
"It's aiight… So… whatchu got?"
Pete pulls up the webpage on his iPad; it's that Washington Post article he mentioned in the text earlier, with a picture showing cops at some backwoods crime scene complete with yellow tape. The page linked to another webpage, this one being a local news site for the St. George Metropolitan Area:
Brushton Township police say that Tanner Albright, a high school student that committed suicide several weeks back, had plans to commit mass murder.
Hurricane Police Chief Clay Burke said in a news conference yesterday that detectives found further writings dated August 8 to August 20, detailing a five-step plan for a major killing spree.
An entry dated Aug. 16 said, "...this will be bigger than anything this country's ever seen, .......I've been planning this for a long time, it's going to be so much fun. They won't expect a thing. It will be a stain on American history unlike anything like it."
The entries also praised William Afton of Afton Robotics and the recently-deceased Henry Fasbach of Fazbear Entertainment, making heavy references to the series of child murders throughout the 1990s, believed to have been committed by someone impersonating a mascot at the pizzeria. An entry dated Aug. 17 said, "I'll look into those scared little bitches eyes before I kill them and watch the life pour out of their bodies like the river Nile ... have followers because I'm so awesome I know someone will follow me just like I followed William Afton's ... me and them want close to the same thing, It's going to be fun......They say oh this is horrible but they don't think like us like me Henry and William...."
Tanner's writings made heavy references to Satanism and the occult, and detectives believe the boy expected to die and then "rise again" on August 21, the day of a major solar eclipse. A memo entry dated Aug. 18 said, ".....I'm going to die doing it, I hate those people, when they interview my parents and ask how they didn't see the signs they should know it's not them it's me and it's because of how I see the world....I'll hurt and destroy something so much bigger and they'll all see....."
He had gone missing a week before his body was found nearby an abandoned bunker that he had apparently been inhabiting for the last few months of his high school attendance before dropping out.
On Thursday, the Washington County Medical Examiner ruled Tanner's death inconclusive.
Investigation into Tanner's home was rendered impossible due to a major break-in soon after the body was discovered, with the intruder stealing most if not all of Tanner's belongings and heavily vandalizing the remainder.
Police say the investigation will continue with additional interviews and review of the boy's other documents.
School counselor Harvey Dunn issued a news release Thursday afternoon, noting increased presence by law enforcement in all district buildings.
Oookay… damn. That was one messed-up kid. One look at this pasty white boy's face and I immediately think "this kid be blastin' on them fools". At least he didn't go down that route...
"And you're showing me this because..."
Pete pulls out a folder from his convention bag and shoves it to me. "Dude, it gets even weirder. This guy on Freddit, OracleIntuition, sent me these" he gestures to the contents of the folder; several photographs of a really crappy cosplay of Freddy that someone tried to make look "oh so sp00py" by wrapping red yarn all over it, dunno why.
"So it's a photo of some cosplayer, what does this have to do with-"
"Bruh, that's what I told him too. But he swears 1000% that this is the real deal, some real spooky shit. Like a real-life version of all those urban legends about the animatronics walkin' around at night? And you know the weirdest part? He says this is what Tanner meant when he said 'rise again'"
"Naw… you saying this kid turn himself into a Freddy??" I stop and think for a second.
“This is on some next level werewolf shit bro, I don’t think it’s real. It could be some really thought out fanfic.” I reply.
“Sure, whatever you say. Don’t start crying and running to me when some satanic ‘I Need Jesus’ Freddy comes for your ass.”
Yo, this is forreal on some other worldly stuff. I don’t think there is that much behind this thing, and I am a theorist who talks about dead children for god’s sake.
“Anyways, you wanna know what happened to me on the plane?” I say.
“Let me guess, the perc. I already told you-”
“No, I got this weird ass stalker level text. Sounded like someone from ISIS or some shit.” I show Pete the text message.
“How many codes have you been cracking my dude, Tanner the spirit school shooter is about to murder your ass.” Pete replies.
“This is not funny. I am hella scared right now. Why me though?”
“In all seriousness, this could be a joke or a wrong number thing. Either way it’s weird.”
“True bu-”
CAN I NOT GET INTERRUPTED FOR THE FIRST TIME.
“Hi guys, mind if I join you?” a familiar posh-accented voice says.
“Well, you could have as……. HOLY SHIT!” I scream, trying not to freak out even more.
To my surprise, it’s Dawko. The Dawko; the gamer and theorist. Is this real right now?
“Excuse my language, hello, of course you can join us.”
Pete and I give each other a glare. It’s the myth, the man, the legend, Dawko!!
“Sorry for my manners, my name is Isiah and this is Pete. I assume you are also here for the convention?”
“Oh yeah, I am. Are you part of a panel or a fan?”
“I am in the panel with my friend over here, we are under the name of ‘TheFreddleSquad’. You've probably seen our video on Freddy's, that is why we are here.”
“Ah yes I have, you are on the panel with me I think, right? I’ll check the schedule the director gave us.” Dawko looks down at his phone. “Yep.”
"So you just got here too? How was the flight?"
"Oh my God, 10 hours of torture all the way from Heathrow I swear," replies Dawko while stretching his back.
"I can't believe FazCon's been around for like 20 years, and 'cause of what? 'cause of some creepy urban legends here or there? I mean, have you seen the place? 'So come on down to mechanical bear pizza and child casino!!!'" we all get a good giggle out of that one.
We finish eating and we get all our luggage from pickup and we call an Uber.
We see our driver and he drives us to our hotel.
“Have a nice day!” Dawko shouts as he waves us off.
We wave back.
Approaching the lobby, it becomes pretty clear that we're not the only Faz-fans holed up in this joint. Already the place is full of enthusiasts and even some cosplayers. A cardboard Freddy sat down reading his tablet while some Foxy chicks (in BOTH senses of the word) hung round the pillars taking selfies. I even saw these two high as fuck guys dressed in black animal suits and I don't mean black like they used ink for the Ice Bucket challenge but like Vantablack shit.
Me and Pete get our room key from the counter and take the elevator up.
“Damn, we met Dawko.” I say.
“Yes, yes we did.” Pete replies
We get to our room and look around.
“I am glad we chose to upgrade to the two-room suite.” Pete says as he savours the moment.
I also savour it, as we examine every feature of the room, from the king-sized bed to the soft floors, everything is so perfect. While Pete flops down on the bed, I pull out my Surface Pro 4 and check the forums.
"Yo Pete check this out"
I'm on OracleIntuition's instagram account; there's a black and white selfie of a professional photographer, with images far superior to the ones Pete showed me at the airport. The caption was what piqued my interest, however:
oracleintuition Just flew into Harrisburg Intl.! Next stop, FazCon 2017!!!! 😊😄 #oracleintuition #ffp #freddy convention #fazcon
He's here?? Oh this might actually be interesting. I wonder what he has to say about the photos. But, time waits for no bruthas. We pack our gear and head off down the 20-minute walk from the Hilton to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex, where the FazCon is being held. Strolling past the milling tourists and congoers, we behold the massive convention center, the capital of Freddy's Fandom for the next 4 days. We take a quick power nap because we didn't go to sleep, and it's 6:30 AM and we have to arrive in an hour.
Still, that short nap's long enough for me to have this strange dream. I'm a little boy again, barely knee height and I'm at the pizzeria during a birthday party. I try to get closer but I trip and fall, and by the time I get up, the whole place is dark and empty, like in the middle of the night. Suddenly, I hear movement and a little kid struggling as he's being pushed around by this dude in a purple uniform, squealing all the while because his mouth's been covered. They disappear behind the door and I can hear muffled struggling behind it. I walk towards the door, but there's this huge stink and some weird-ass feeling I can't place. I'm scared.
The stage lights up and there's Freddy, except… where's Bonnie and Chica??? Plus, Freddy's facing the wrong way! I have a choice… go to that door or go to Freddy. I also get this tingling pressure and somehow I know that if I take my eyes off of Freddy for even one second…
Suddenly the door bursts open, breaking my concentration. Instinctively I turn to look and… nothing. Just an empty room. Oh fuck... I want, no, need to get to that door because if I don't, it's going to get me. Doesn't matter what "it" is. I break into a run, but the pizzeria seems to stretch out as my heart hammers, but I finally make it through the door, slamming it behind me. I wait for a few moments, straining to hear if what's out there's gone. Then slowly I turn arou-
 

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

I get up with a start, breathing heavily. just a dream, Isiah, just a dream. Shit… I shouldn't have let them photos get to me… fuck. I turn and look at the clock. Oh, 7:05, still have time. I wake up Pete, we wash our faces, and finally leave the hotel, before hailing a taxi to the Pennsylvania Farm Show Complex where the FazCon takes place.
And with that, we march headlong into the convention center.

WOW.

It. Was. HUGE.
To any '90s kid who was raised on a healthy diet of Freddy's pizza and Surge, this place was practically heaven. The halls were transformed into a giant Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria/museum with practically everything that would satisfy your inner child for days on end! There were arcades of all kinds, deluxe ball pits we could play in for hours on end, vintage Freddy's memorabilia on display including signs, posters, even some old relics like animatronics that never made it to production, each carefully labeled and presented like fashion mannequins at the mall. But instead of rowdy screaming children, the place was crammed full of excited teens and adults, many of whom were having just as much fun as they would at a Dave & Buster's. Tokens clattered as attendees queued up to play the arcade games as if this was Atlantic City instead of Pennsylvania. A group of highschoolers howled and high-fived as they won a goodstuff Bonnie plush at the claw machine. Not to mention the cosplayers. It was like back at the hotel but magnified a hundred fold, and some of the outfits were so good that it was difficult to tell whether they were just here to have fun or whether they were part of the exhibit! Passing by a Foxy and a Mangle dancing to Gangnam Style while waving around a Nerf gun, we entered a room labeled "CAM 01" just in time to watch a riffed vintage episode of Fredbear and Friends! that had everyone laughing their asses off for nearly the full 20 minutes.
After having my fun, I go to rehearsal for my panel. I see multiple familiar faces from FusionZ to WHAT Stephen King?! STEPHEN KING HOLY SHIT I JUST NOTICED. What the hell is he doing here? Isn't he supposed to be writing a book about a gay guy or something? Now I wish I hadn't sold my 1st edition copy of "Under the Dome" before getting his autograph (ugh!) I am going to go speak with him, and hopefully don't make a nuisance out of myself. “Hey Mr. King, odd seeing you around these parts?” I say. “Please, call me Stephen.” he replies. I JUST GOT PERMISSION TO CALL STEPHEN KING ON A FIRST-NAME BASIS OH MY GOD. “So what panel are you on, Stephen?” I just had to rub it in. “Panel 3.”
“Really? So am I!”
“Great! I don't really tell people this but, I am a huge fan of yours, your theories helped me write my book!”
Did Stephen King just call me one of his inspirations??????
FREDDLE SCREECH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
We stand there for a while.
“Alright then, catch you later!” I say.
Stephen walks away then waves.
"EVERYONE IN PANEL 3 PLEASE APPROACH THE FRONT FOR REHEARSAL” a man says over the speaker system
Alright… it's showtime.
It’s finally time for the biggest moment of my so-called career. I see the other panelists around me, most I met during rehearsal. I settle down in my seat while Pete plops down next to me.
“You ready bro?” Pete asks me.
“Yeah, I guess.”
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN PLEASE WELCOME, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, THE CONSPIRACY THEORIST GROUP WITH OVER A MILLION SUBSCRIBERS ON YOUTUBE, THE FREDDLE SQUAD!!!"
Moment of truth time.
I get up to give my speech.
"Thank you! We are The Freddle Squad and it's so good to be back! Shout out to my boy Pete, FusionZ, Dawko, and the one and only Stephen King himself!"
I wait for the applause to die down before continuing. "Now, Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was the biggest scandal that has ever happened involving children at a locale of this nature. Big names have talked about the strange phenomena surrounding the restaurant, such as the likes of Stephen King and James Patterson, and this big tragedy has even garnered a fanbase among the paranormal investigation community. Even though it has been almost 26 years, some families are still affected by what had happened. I have spoken at length about the so-called Missing Children Incident where five children disappeared from the pizzeria back in the early 1990s, the unknown whereabouts of various night staff over the years, and the shady relationship between Fazbear Entertainment and Afton Robotics. Pete and I have been researching this for the past few years and we are now here to clear everything up."
I give Pete a soft kick which means it’s his turn.
“As my partner said, these incidents weren’t accidents. The long running partnership between Afton Robotics and Fazbear Entertainment isn’t as sweet as you think. Rumors have been going around that the company owner William Afton, presumably deceased, and his good friend, the late Fazbear Entertainment owner, Henry Fasbach, who had recently taken his own life this past Spring, had a pretty good, hidden friendship when they weren’t making headlines, almost too good of a friendship. Bonding over the experience of having lost their only daughter, they plotted on getting revenge on their own creations. In Henry’s letter before his passing, he wrote 'I was absolutely infuriated and ashamed of my actions, my daughter had died in the hands of my creations. I wanted for people to know the pain.'
Henry and William's plan was to sabotage their own beloved animatronics, to prevent any future tragedy; though both William and Henry were thought to have had shady connections to various - shall I say it - suspicious suppliers and other companies, they felt confident in their success, that is until William's apparent disappearance about a decade later. Henry himself would soon vanish from public spectacle to devote to his research, shunning everyone, including family and friends. With Henry dead, and his ex-wife and nephew not talking, we can only speculate exactly what he discovered and the rationale behind his actions."
And with that we continue into our Freddle Squad spiel, enumerating the known facts about the tangled case that lay before us and then entertaining the most common theories as to what truly went down back at Freddy's. When we finish, the moderator sets up this round table like on ABC, where we discuss and debate the motives and history of the whole sordid affair. All in all, it's really fun, and we're quite proud of ourselves, now that we're talking on par with all the bigshots of this field!
"Well that was fun!" Pete exclaims in relief once we finish signing autographs and get ready to head out.
"Man Pete, we gon' get a LOT of subs for this."
"I know, right?" He finishes packing his gear and we head off to the next few panels.
As the hours go on, Pete's beginning to act a bit wack. I mean he's cool and all but I can tell something ain't right, or at least he thinks so. Keeps looking over his shoulder as if he just stuffed several iPhones down his pants at Target. And the selfies... never knew Pete to be the selfie type…
Suddenly he taps me on the shoulder. "Hey Isiah, I gotta go for a bit, wanna put these in the back?"
"Sure man! Where you gon' be at?"
"Arcade room. You in?"
"Nah, I wanna get some quality swag, want something?"
"It's cool man."
"Meet you in 30 then?"
"Yeah! Oh and one more thing,"
Without warning he pulls me close and snaps a selfie on his phone before heading off. well that was weird… I mean, really? What's with him and selfies all the sudden?
I walk through the crowd looking for anyone else I know. Oh! The photographer snapping pics of us at the panel! Imma go talk to this brutha.
"Hey, nice camera! Did you enjoy the panel?"
"Yeah, it was really illuminating! I especially liked the part where you discussed what happened to the Toy animatronics and-"
He goes on and on about- wait hol' up. I've seen this face round these parts before.
"wait a sec… aren't you that instagram photographer OracleIntuition?"
"Yup! The one and only!"
"Ayyyyyyyyyyyyy sup!" and we greet each other like bruthas do
"Those forest pics were the BOMB on instagram! Where you take those, Yellowstone?"
"Rockies in fact, heh heh" Isaac replies with a toothy smile
"Run into any bears in the woods?"
shit… me and my big-ass mouth...
For one half of a split-fucking-second he look at me like I stepped on his Nike Air Jordans, then gives a forced giggle.
"No bears, no stairs."
"Aw man wouldn't those be nasty!"
this nigga be tweekin, man! Alright, think man, this is your chance!
"So, uh, what's your favorite animatronic?"
"Mine? Well, normally it'd be a toss-up between Bonnie and Freddy, but now I think I'm more of a Bonnie person-"
"Oh? What happened?"
He looked away for a bit then mused, almost as if to himself,
"Do you really think Henry and William got all of them?" He looks at me, and I feel like he's putting me on the spot.
"Well… " I begin. "Those two made a lot of the guys, who knows if there's one still lying in a dumpster somewhere and we don't even know about it…"
He didn't like that, but cat's out, so time to get direct.
"Why, you think Freddy's comin' for you?"
He bites his lower lip in thought before whispering,
"Utah Museum of Architecture and Robotics… you… you saw the pics, right?
he knows
"Yeah… but don't you think..."
"That it's a load of bear shit? That he's dead and that's it?"
Now he's getting in my face, eyes pleading.
"Listen bro, I don't know what the HELL that was, but what I saw, what I felt... That ain't natural. The more I look, the worse this whole Freddy stuff appears."
I nod, not really understanding what he's getting at.
"Look, I like what you do a lot, hell I've gotten many of my friends to subscribe to Freddle Squad themselves. But if there's one thing to keep in mind, it's-"
Isaac suddenly gasps and turns green before giving me this wide-eyed stare as he stammers; "I-I-gotta go. Catch you up later?" Before I can reply he speedwalks off towards the restrooms. Looking around, I can't see what could have possibl-
NO.
FUCKIN SATAN FREDDY IS HERE???
"Agh you fucking kids, I'll get even with you for this I swear to God!"
Freddy flails around picking out the stuff sticking to his fur… oh. It's just silly string. He catches me staring. "the fuck's so funny?" then he storms off as we watch in confusion.
Well…
What exactly did he want me to keep in mind?
A guy like Isaac? If anything, now I know Isaac ain't fooling around… either he got played, or…
Well he sure as hell believes it.
Whatever…
I had two options to soothe my nerves… percs or merch. Ain't that an easy choice…
 
Upstairs there's this area labeled "PRIZE CORNER" through some huge double doors, Fazbear Security lookalikes checking for badges. And for good reason.
"PRIZE CORNER" my ass.
This area is perhaps THE biggest room in the entire convention center, size of at least two NBA arenas, all covered from wall to wall with booths selling all kinds of merchandise!!!! Funko Pops, McFarlane sets, posters and wall hangings of all kinds. Still don't know why such popular companies would still endorse such a controversial brand though, better for the fans anyways! Plus, half of the room was fanart and fan crafts anyways, including art (all kinds), plushies (all kinds), and a wide variety of cosmetic and cosplay merch including OC fursuits costing at least 3 grand each.
Wait…
Is that what I think I see? LIMITED EDITION SANSHEE FREDBEAR PLUSH? HALF OFF!?! GIMME!! I push through the crowd and run towards it like a person running from a killer (off topic, what a coincidence)
15 singles later I'm hauling this brand new Sanshee Fredbear plush I've always been wanting to have to finish my collection in some gift bag over my shoulder, ready to wave it at his face once I finally catch up to him… aaaand Pete's nowhere to be seen. Well… so much for that I guess. Seriously? Dude can't have just bailed on me so soon.
I push past a gaggle of girls dressed up to look like the slutty versions of the Classic Freddy and Friends™ and find Pete talking with this security guard who clearly wasn't a Fazbear fan, occasionally pointing at his cell to show the guard something. As I'm about to call out to him, he finishes the conversation and bumps right into me. He looks very tense, which doesn't help at all.
"Dude, Pete, what's yo problem? Look, let's go somewhere more private so that we don't look like we're slinging rocks or something."
We walk over to this secluded corner and I confront him. "Dangit, boi! You've been acting all sorts of strange since our panel, taking selfies like 'that thot over there' and lookin' around acting all weird and shit. What the hell?!" Pete raises his hands in a defensive posture as I lay it on him.
"Alright Isiah, calm down, I can explain!"
Let's hear the worst.
"You know during that panel, there was this hoodie boy sitting all the way in the back, listening to his iPod or something?" I rack my brains to recall, but nobody in particular stood out to me-
wait…
"Was it some skinny Unabomber lookin' fella?"
"Yes! Yes it was!" Pete replies excitedly. "I thought he was just some weirdo at the wrong panel but then he started following us. I'd see him out of the corner of my eye but he'd always vanish like some ghost or something."
oh great, a crazed stalker. This day just keeps getting better and better...
Pete pulls out his cell phone to show me. "Here, have a look," he opens up the gallery and clicks on one particular selfie. All I see is his stupid grin, but then he zooms in on a corner, revealing the sunglasses-wearing "hoodie boy" who clearly looked sketchy as all hell. No drug dealer would be that careless to just walk around in broad daylight… right? Instantly, I'm reminded to that text I got from that creep back in the airplane.
"And that's not all… Isiah, look." He opens up a set of new text messages sent just about half an hour ago.
I see you Good talk, by the way Look before you leap You might not like what you find
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
Just then, I receive a new text of my own.
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID You can still walk away. Or don't, it's up to you.
BZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZ
NEW MESSAGE: UNKNOWN ID Remember, the Shadows have ears.
*Oh hell no. *
“Yo Pete, I just got two texts from the same guy……”
“Who, the one from the airplane?”
"Yeah."
"shit."
Someone is clearly fucking with us, shit, shit, shit
“Maybe… maybe this is some creepy mega fan?”
“THAT'S STILL BAD.” Pete cries.
“Hopefully this is just a joke and it's not that important. You know what, let's get something to eat if that makes you feel better. I heard they have a really good place that make pizzas as good as Freddy's not to far from here. We don’t have to be here again until 4:00, that means we have 5 hours to spend.”
“That seems nice.” Pete replies.
We move through the crowd to get to the entrance, guarded by security wearing faux Freddy’s security guard gear. These guards look like they have something better to do.
We go to the front of the convention center near the pickup area.
“Uber?” Pete asks
I nod in agreement. Pete goes on his phone and pays for the ride.
I should invite Dawko to come eat with us.
TO: DAWKO ME AND PETE ARE GOING TO EAT, WANNA JOIN?
I never got to send that text; when I turn around I see an out-of-breath Dawko running from a mob of fangirls.
“HIDE ME!” he pants. We see the uber driver pull up on the curve.
“Hurry, go!” I say, motioning him to get his ass in the car as we follow suit, pulling an OJ Simpson down Main street like a Ford Bronco chased by the po-lice.
“Shit, you good bro?” I ask Dawko during the ride.
“Yeah, I guess.”
I'm now grateful that I'm not as famous as him.
The ride drags along. We talk to our Uber driver and actually have a decent conversation. He looked hella sketchy, though. He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
“Behold, Bacco's!” I say as I get into to an introducing pose.
“Wineries?” Pete says confusingly
“NAME DOESN'T MATTER”
As we enter the building, the savoury scent of pizza fills my nose as I look around. When I look, there's this extremely cute girl, sitting by herself eating.
...
and she T H I C C
Yo brutha, you got this
“Yo dudes, one second.” I tell my party of two. Hopefully no one intervenes and I can talk to her.
“Ay, hold on there buddy-boy. You trying to get some of that, arencha?” Pete says.
It’s always the black man that can’t do anything.
“Yo, what the hell Pete. “
“It’s not my fault that you made it obvious.”
“Well it’s not my fault tha-”
WHY CAN’T I GET A BREAK. STOP INTERRUPTING ME!
“You know what, let's sit over there then.” Dawko says outta nowhere
Who invited this dude to the conversation?
Dawko talks to waiter for awhile and then we somehow get a table next to her.
I settle down in my seat while the others gather around me.
this is my chance!
Ok, to hook this girl I got to start off smooth and then work my way up.
"Whoa… is that a HERO6????"
Nice way to start a conversation, nerd. What’s next, let me guess, ‘You have some nice camera lenses.’ Dafuq were you thinking?
"Yup! Just came out too; well, it's not mine, really, my sister let me borrow it for this trip."
phew! Okay you can still save this
"Really now? Where you heading?"
"Centralia, just past Route 61."
Pete raises an eyebrow. "The ghost town?"
"Yeah! It's for my journalism class up in Penn State."
"Penn State? Where you from?"
"Oh, well, me and my sister lived in Maryland before I got accepted here."
"Sweet! Pete and I came up from Orlando." I clap him on the shoulder.
"Oh! What brings you all the way up north then?"
We give her a wide grin. "Fazcon 2017 baby!" showing our VIP badges.
“oh you mean the Freddy convention? I did see the ads, plus there's quite a few costumed guys running around the place." The lady shrugs. "Oh! where's my manners, I'm Charisma."
Cute name… DAMNIT ISIAH KEEP YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!
“I'm Isiah, this is Pete. Oh yeah, you probably know him already but this is Dawko, nice to meet you.”
Dawko gives a small wave. I am about to make my move until this guy, who kinda reminds me of that one buffed up jock in a high school movie, shows up and sits right next to Charisma (she still has a cute name- ISIAH KEEP IT TOGETHER.) The guy also puts his arm around her.
Please don't tell me it's her bo-
“Oh, this is Jason, who I'm doing the project with!"
Shit, what kinda project then, chemistry? Seems a bit too close to be a “project partner”
The jock stretches his hand over to me and I shake it. “Nice to meet you.” he says.
“Nice to meet you too.” I reply.
THIS FELLOW HOMOSAPIEN IS DATING THIS EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE FEMALE HOMOSAPIEN, IT'S SO FUCKING OBVIOUS SPILL THE BEANS ALREADY DAMNIT.
Okay, I need to chill the fuck down.
“So both of you go to Centralia?” I ask
“Yeah.” Charisma replies, her “project partner” nods in agreement.
"Say, wasn't there a Chica's Party World near that area few decades back?" Dawko pipes up.
“Oh yeah, there was. You all probably already know what happened, since you are fans and stuff."
We shot the shit for a few more while finishing up that delicious gourmet pizza, but before long, Charisma and Jason have to get going. They head out in this blue hatchback that looks like it's from the 90s and barely runs. Soon, it's Dawko's turn to leave, and we wish him the best.
Ah well, now it's just the two of us and this tasty pizza. At least there's that right?
"Um… let's just… let's just go back to the hotel, I could use a hot shower, and hey, perhaps you wanna catch up some sleep and oh maybe cuddle Mr. Fredbear?"
Two for flinching, Pete.
We cross the road and head down Strawberry street to ditch our merch back at our room. We pass by those two vantablack cosplayers again in front of the parking lot-
wait hol up
WHAT
Pete stopped dead cold, no doubt just as spooked as I was. Two lots down, there he was.
CREEPY

ASS

HOODIE BOY.

...
Fuck.
Everything 'bout this guy screams "ghetto neighborhood pusher" and part of me wonders what he got in the waistband of those jeans. Black Air Max sneakers, gray hoodie and red baseball cap leaning on a pillar facing away from us while he's smoking a cig. I see something in the garage mirror-
Double fuck.
Them vantablack niggas are closing in.
"That's the guy from the-"
"I know! Keep movin, we're almost there."
Plan's to make it to the elevator then swipe the keycard before we haul ass upstairs after locking him and his ninja thugs outside. Please Jesus I hope this works…

Hoodie boy's whistling now, great. Maybe he didn't see us?
Shit this is bad. I hope he's just-
… where'd he go???
"Hey homie, you got a light?"
where did-
OH GOD
HE'S FUCKING RIGHT IN FRONT OF US
FUCK
This is so fucking bad, man.
I'm about to get mugged by the Unabomber, this rail-thin dude in aviator glasses and a pedo mustache.
I feel cold, like freezer cold…
Heavy breathing…
We're boxed in by his ninja black shadow goons.
fuck, fuck, fuck. We are dead.
"Umm, sorry no, we don't smoke..."
The door is right fucking there… do we run???
“No speak english, mi amigo.” Pete says
Fucking classic Pete. A look at him, he already knows what I am thinking. LET’S NASCAR THIS BIH.
Me and Pete both run from the Vantablacks (I might just call them that now, seems like a good band name) towards the glass enclosure, hoping that we get away in time. One of them, maybe the lead-singer, extends their arms and grabs me. We on some Bendy and the Ink Machine type-shit now WHAT THE FUCK. The other I swear to Lord Almighty fuckin FLASH STEPS RIGHT IN FRONT OF PETE before grabbing him and spinning him round against the glass with a loud THUD. I grab my backpack quick and find my bible.
Momma I'm sorry for throwing this but I need to live.
“LET THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPEL YOU!” I scream as I through the very expensive bible at the lead-singer of the Vantablacks-no. Not at… through. THIS IS SOME FORREAL DEVIL SHIT. WTF. He just looks down then back before he football tackles me against the glass like Pete. There's something yellow on the gro- oh. Fredbear fell out… hoodie boy gon' rob me of my phone, my wallet, AND Mr. Fredbear. fuuck.
Hoodie boy just leans on one of the pylons and watches us squirm with this shit eating grin as if he 'bout to bust us for possession while he walks over and picks up the Good Book before dusting it off. Lazily he flicks through the pages before he talks reeal low; "If there is a God, He will have to beg for my forgiveness" then he slams the bible shut with an echoing clap.
The Vantablacks are… well I don't know what the fuck but the one holding up Pete looked like Toy Bonnie,... 'cept he's no longer a toy, more like a life-sized Annabelle, but ALLL black. It's like he's just a black space cut out from all reality except for those eyes and those… teeth. That means the other guy's… like Freddy but with one ear missing...
"You two," hoodie boy points at each of us individually, "I am impressed."
THIS IS IT. OH FUCKING HELL, AT LEAST LET ME CALL MY FAMILY AND TELL THEM I LOVE EM.
"You had some really good theories back there. Well, many of them were off, some completely wrong, but for the rest? Close for the most part."
I give a nervous laugh.
“Any suggestions?”
"Two guys, each with a fascination for Fazbear's. Pete… well… doesn't matter why. As for you, Isiah…" Black Freddy turns me around to face hoodie boy. "You wanted to understand something, something that has been nagging at the back of your mind for years." Now his green eyes are inches away from my face. "You were there, weren't you? When it happened. When he took that kid."
Pete looks at me absolutely confused. I never told anyone about that.
"Fascination… obsession… all qualities of a competent journalist, but taken too far, well… you hold onto that and it will tear you apart bit… by bit… by bit…"
"The fuck are you talking about??? What do you want?!" Pete exclaims.
"Always slick on the mouth I see." He then turns to look at me once more.
"You're treading into deep waters, friend. I've seen the end of this road and believe me, it will not be pleasant."
Stepping back, hoodie boy snaps his fingers and before I know it, Vantablack Freddy and Bonnie are back right behind him. Freddy has MY Fredbear plush and is holding it like he holdin' a baby while Bonnie just stares like a damn statue.
"You can still quit while you're ahead, guys. Let the world believe those lies and half-truths about what happened."
He then shrugs. "Or, continue down that rabbit hole… who knows? Maybe you'll be the lucky ones. Nobody ever listens to me anyway."
"then why are you-"
"I'm just here to give you a warning, Freddles. A warning and a choice. Go back to your ordinary lives as YouTube celebrities, accepting the popular opinion, or continue at your own risk. What was that, ah… live or die. Make your choice."
We look at each other for just a moment, and by the time we look back, he's gone. Just GONE. Like he pulled some Criss Angel bullshit.
Best we do the same.
Running into the elevators, we rush into our suite and double lock all the chains and latch, then start making our way to the windows. I walk toward the bed and freeze.
Mr. Fredbear is sitting dead center, staring at me shiftily with his black eyes and stupid purple clothes.
Right on top of momma's ol' family bible.
So much for sleeping tonight…
 

TO BE CONTINUED...

 
Submitted in honor of the victims of the 2018 Parkland Shooting
You will not be forgotten.
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