Case 2934: Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria.

Story by Children of Gaia on SoFurry

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#1 of The Geist and Oracle Chronicles

Well sorry I'm late, but I figured I'd get more luck on reads likes and comments on the weekend. This is my contribution/theory regarding the backstory to "Five Nights at Freddy's" game, based upon my knowledge of the paranormal. I have to admit, I had to do a little research here and there for some of it, but I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you all enjoy reading it!

EDIT: 11-4-14 - fixed Grammatical errors and added a extra paragraph for what I believe to be a more complete ending.


The Geist & Oracle Chronicles:

Freddy Fazbear's

Lieutenant James Gordon stood at the end of the Terminal of Laguardia's B Terminal. Gordon was a human with the New York City police department working the cold case files at the time, short brown hair with green eyes that seemed to be dimming with age. He was approximately in his mid to late forties that day Oracle and I met him, garbed in a very nice suit, black with thin white vertical stripes, a simple tie, shiny black shoes.. Even with my abilities I knew he was a cop just from his mannerisms. He was on the phone, finishing up a conversation as we approached. I think it was obvious who we were considering we wore our black leather team uniforms as we came closer, well that and we were the only mutanimals off the particular plane that night.

"Justin Freeman?" he asked as he replaced the phone in his brown trenchcoat inner pocket.

I nodded, "I take it you're Lieutenant Gordon?"

He returned the nod and quickly shook my hand. "Welcome To New York City, I'm glad you could make it on such short notice!"

I smiled gently, "It's quite alright, gives me a chance to get away from home in Georgia."

He must of notice the bit of pain in my eyes when I said that. Let me explain a little bit. I'm part of a peacekeeping team between humans and mutanimals like me named the Children of Gaia, and we were just attacked by a group only known as GeneCorp. I lost someone very dear to me, someone I truly loved and wanted spend the rest of my life with. This particular case took place only a few weeks after that day. That also was the day we finally went public. We exposed not only who we were, but also the awful and deceitful things that GeneCorp had been doing over the years, kidnapping our kind and harvesting our genes to weaponize them. But, I suppose that's for another time.

"I know about what happened at your home, my condolences for the loss of your teammate." he said with a monotone, professional manner I can only assume all police officers have.

"It's fine. I've grieved long enough. I just need something to take my mind off the pain."

"Just don't let it cloud your judgement," He said. "I'll fill you in when we get into the car. By the way, who is your friend?"

"My Apologies!" I said. "This is Gagii, code named Oracle, he's a Navajo shaman and medicine man, very knowledgeable in the occult and also a very powerful psychic specialising in psychometry." The Detective nodded and shook the Raven's hand and lead us both from the terminal.

I remember clearly it was a rainy night. Oracle was rather quiet as he guided us through the thousands of thousands of cars in the parking lot literally just outside of the terminal he picked me up at. we only had our carry on because we didn't really need too many clothes, and I was only expecting to stay a few days. He used his remote to unlock the door to his 2012 Honda Accord, allowing us to throw our bags into the trunk. As I opened up the door to the passenger seat, I noticed a folder placed in the seat. I assumed it was the case file he wanted me to look at as I picked it up and sat down quickly. Oracle occupied the back seat behind Gordon as they got into the car simultaneously. It took us a little while before we actually got away from LaGuardia airport thanks to late night traffic. It was then Gordon began speaking about the case as I went through the file.

"It's a cold case file, so there is no time limit on the solving of this particular case," he began grimly.

"I'm used to that," I replied. "But don't worry, we can take care of it as soon as possible."

Gordon nodded and kept his eyes on the road. "Around 1985, five children went missing at this place called Freddy Fazbear's, this place downtown that's for kids, pizzaria and arcade. Witnesses last saw the five kids being lured into the kitchen by someone in a Freddy suit, the pizzaria's mascot. We were still able to call upon videotape evidence, we were able to convict someone, but because at the time the kitchen's camera was out. We unfortunately have no idea what exactly happened to the bodies, but it's assured the five children are dead. The parents just want to know what happened to the bodies so they can bury something."

I nodded softly as I listened carefully as I kept looking over the file. I saw the pictures of the five children, all of them different with no obvious ties other than the fact they were all there for the same child's birthday party. First child was Billy Watkins, aged 6, he was a brown haired blue eyed child, caucasian from a middle classed background and survived by both of his parents and an older brother. Next was a latino girl, Lisa Hernandez aged 9. She came from a large family, single mom situation and 2 brothers and another sister in the lower class family. Then there was Frank Myles, a black kid aged 7, with a survivor being his father, his mother was killed by a drunk driver earlier that year. Tyler Chan, an oriental child the age of 5, both parents were in his life and on top of that they were upper end of the economic scale. Finally, a Greg Madison, age 7, he was an orphan who had just moved into the city through adoption to a loving family in the upper middle class echelon. It was a sad story to be sure. I passed the file back to Oracle in the backseat for him to comb over.

"Is the place still open?" I ask.

"No" he replied after a long pause. "Closed a while back thanks to health conditions and financial problems. Fazbear's couldn't find a buyer willing to clean up the place so it's permanently closed"

"Can we go there tonight?" I asked. Gordon looked up to me puzzled, wondering why I was so anxious, along with a similar look from Oracle. "I feel like I'm being pulled there right now, like something is calling me..."

"That's normal..." Oracle finally said monotonously to reassure the detective beside me.

Gordon simply nodded and pulled off the highway. Luckily for us the particular building was in the Queens neighborhood, not too far away from the airport. I looked at the time on the radio to note that it was 10 P.M. This was a good sign. Many assume that the "bewitching" hour is midnight, which is a common misconception. My research concluded that paranormal activity normally peaks at about 3 A.M. I wanted to get there before then in case there may be any sort of demonic activity. I've faced demons before and it's not a favorable position. Demons are tricky business: They lie, they claw, they bite, whatever it takes to get their way. Demons are nothing to mess with and something I normally tend to avoid.

It was around 10:24 P.M. when we came to the abandoned building that I could only assume used to be Freedy Fazbear's. The building was in disrepair with no lights on and the signs all over the place falling apart. The parking lot was cracked all over the place, giving way to dandelions and other weeds throughout the whole lot. I had that sinking sensation in my stomach as we approached, as if I was being dropped from a tall building. I always hated that feeling, that pit in my stomach that makes me feel sick. I knew immediately what we were dealing with the moment we parked.

As we all climbed out of the car, I saw five child like shadows in one of the windows. I squint a bit to try and make out the figures and sure enough, I knew I had seen them before.

"They were killed on the property for sure..." I said aloud finally.

"Excuse me?" Detective Gordon said with a raised brow.

"I can see the five children in the window over there." I point to the particular window even though I was the only one who could see them. "That can only mean one of two things. They were killed here or there bodies are here. Could even be both."

I noted that Gordon took out a small notepad and began jotting down notes, hanging on to every word I was saying. "Any particular reason why five children were used?" he asked.

I closed my eyes and extended my senses throughout the building. I smelled rotting flesh, blood, and sulfur; scents that are normally affiliated with demonic activity. "There are demons here... someone has welcomed them. The children were used in a ritual."

"A Ritual?" Gordon repeated.

"Five points to a pentagram, five children, it makes sense. these children were used to conjure up demons." As I opened my eyes, I continued into the building with the detective and Oracle following me.

The inside was much worse than the outside. Perhaps there were some vandals that purposely destroyed the place while it was closed. broken tables all over the place, chairs thrown through walls, all sorts of senseless destruction could be seen. Yet, my attention wasn't upon the countless amounts of destruction, it was on the animatronic figures upon the stage. On one half of the stage there were three figures. One was a lavender bunny with a red bow tie and holding a guitar. Next to the bunny was a brown bear with a top hat and black tie and a microphone in his hand. Finally, there was a yellow chicken, with a pink cupcake in it's hand and a "Let's Eat" bib on it. What was exceptionally disturbing is the fact that the damage of the rest of the room seemed to bypass them. That's normally a bad sign. I could hear wheezing and gasps coming from all three of them. The weird thing though, I heard more wheezing coming from behind a purple curtain, just to the left side of the stage next to a sign that says "Out of Order.".

I crept toward the curtain slowly, holding my hand out slowly. I could feel my hand shake as I grasped the curtain and quickly flung it open. I gasped as I saw the gaping maw of a rather evil looking fox. It's left eye had a patch over it and his left limb was replaced by a hook. The fox was in a lot worse shape than the rest of the animatronic animals. I stepped back slowly, knowing full well that this animatronic character has already harmed someone in the past.

"Was there... an incident involving this one?" I asked pointing to the fox.

Gordon looked through his notes and nodded. "Yes, there was an incident in 1987, That character, known as Foxy, seriously injured a child. The child got too close to the robot and something just... happened. No one knew exactly what, but in the end, the child had to have part of her frontal lobe removed due to the damage done."

"These animatronic characters are demonically possessed." I said suddenly. "I'm sure the health reasons you mentioned were due to the smell of rotting flesh, and... I feel there's something involving blood?"

Gordon looked up to me again with a look as though he'd seen a ghost. "Yes, exactly. There've been complaints about blood and mucus suddenly coming out of their eyes and mouth. Some believed that bodies were stuffed into the suits, but we haven't had any confirmation of that."

"That'd just be silly..." I replied.. I quickly pulled out my cross as given to me by Reverend McDowell and a flask filled with holy water. I opened the flask quickly and began dowsing both Oracle and the detective with the holy water in the form of a cross. as I chanted a prayer that the good reverend taught me.

"The light of God surrounds us;

The love of God enfolds us;

The power of God protects us;

The presence of God watches over us;

Wherever we are, God is!"

Before the detective could say anything else, I dowsed my first two fingers in holy water and chanted the prayer for myself, placing my fingers on my forehead, my heart, and over both shoulders; a dedication to the trinity of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit..

"Was that necessary?" the detective finally asked.

"We are in the presence of demons: extraterrestrial, incorporeal beings from a world of both fire and brimstone who seek to do harm to the living and spread chaos upon earth. I've dealt with demons before and they are no laughing matter detective. Are you a god fearing man?"

The detective seemed taken aback by my question. "Yes, I attend church every day, roman catholic."

"Good..." I replied. "The only thing that can protect you against these demons is true faith that the divine will protect you."

"Have you done this before?" he asked.

"Many times, I've completed 6 house cleansings and attended 3 exorcisms, I've see what demons are capable of..."

"Does it have to be God?" he asked me

"God, Allah, the many gods of hindi, as long as it's something divine. As long as it's some type of faith, you will be alright."

I returned to my attention to the the animatronic figures before us all. I slowly pulled out a bundle of sage I kept in a specialized pouch attached to my belt as I approached. I also pulled out a special cylindrical container from the pouch in which I kept hallowed salt within. I quickly began pouring the salt on the floor around the stages to create a protective barrier between us, and the demons within."I am addressing the entities that have possessed these four objects, tell me your name and intentions!" I commanded aloud. there was no answer, but I can sense an uneasiness within Detective Gordon as he watched me. There was of course no answer. Demons tend not to speak when spoken to at first, unless... aroused. "I COMMAND THEE!" I suddenly shouted after a long pause, "IN THE NAME OF THE LORD, JESUS CHRIST, I COMMAND THEE TO STATE YOUR NAMES AND INTENTIONS!"

That got their attention. I watched as the four figures suddenly come to life. Their red glowing eyes came upon me, staring blankly at me. I could feel the demons within the figures glare at me with a hatred to the speaking the name of the savior. I could hear their sick and twisted voices mumble at first a single word, and each time it got louder and louder until it became discernible.

"revenge... revenge... revenge... REVENGE!"

Poor Gordon couldn't hear it, but it rang in my head. I didn't know a whole lot of demonology at this point, but I did remember a little of what Reverend McDowell taught me so far. "Malfeas..." I whispered under my breath.

"What?" Gordon asked.

I spun on my heels to look directly at the detective, "Malfeas! He's a demon who specializes in granting vengeance upon those his summoner felt did him or her wrong. The problem with this is that there's always a stipulation attached, probably why your perp was caught."

I then noticed that Oracle's attention was pulled away from us. I knew what this normally means. Oracle was seeing something with his psychometric abilities. Those who are reading these files I have to explain what psychometry is. Psychometry is also known as "environment reading" or "object reading." The best way I can describe how it works is that high emotional situations can have an effect on the environment. Then imagine that moment being replayed over and over on a broken vcr. Some people are sensitive to these situations and can watch these moments at any given time, depending upon the situation.

Anyhow, I watched as my raven friend suddenly begin heading towards the kitchen doors. Gordon and I quickly followed, leaving the possesed animatronics behind. The kitchen was in just as bad of disarray. There was no equipment or ovens left within, possibly cleared out due to leasing issues. Cobwebs cluttered the preparation stations and dust all over the place. Luckily there wasn't much to vandalize here, except of course the walls in which had spray painted words and obscenities all over them. I suddenly watched as the raven crumpled to the floor, his taloned hands sprawled upon the floor, as though he could see something, something only he could see.

"HERE!" he finally shouted, "This is the portal, we must close it immediately Geist." It made sense to me where he knelt. The middle of the kitchen was where a drain, which was obviously used to get rid of blood evidence. there was a mention of the lack of use of luminal due to the fact that bleach was detected when they searched the kitchen.

I simply nodded when suddenly, we all heard a loud clang. I immediately looked up to the source and found a twisted evil looking shadow upon the top of the wall. I couldn't see the creature clearly, but I knew he was there. great, a fifth demon... of course it makes sense. Five sacrifices, five demons.

"Don't move... there's another one!" I exclaimed as I quickly lit the sage and began burning it. "YEA! FOR AS I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW OF DEATH, I SHALL FEAR NO EVIL: FOR THOU ART WITH ME; THY ROD AND THY STAFF THEY COMFORT ME!" I heard the creature gave it's best yelp and tried to escape. I gave the sage to Oracle before I looked to him. "Close the Portal, I'm going to exorcise them all."

I suddenly stormed towards the main room once again and quickly pulled another rolled up set of sage and lit that as well. I began to the prayer Reverend Mcdowell taught me as I made a cross with the smoke coming from the burning sage.

"Kyrie eleison. God, our Lord, King of ages, All-powerful and Almighty, You Who made everything and Who transforms everything simply by Your will. You Who in Babylon changed into dew the flames of the "seven-times hotter" furnace and protected and saved the three holy children. You are the doctor and the physician of our souls. You are the salvation of those who turn to You. We beseech You to make powerless, banish, and drive out every diabolic power, presence and machination; every evil influence, malefice, or evil eye and all evil actions aimed against your servant."

Both Gordon and I noticed that there was a sudden strung gust of wind that blew through the front doors. Growls and hissed were heard from the animatronic dolls, and I could see what these demons truly were... Vile cruel creatures of darkness bent merely upon revenge. I could tell that Gordon could now hear them too. His trenchcoat thrashed violently within the tempest-esque winds.

"IS IT SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS?!" he had to yell thanks to the loud winds.

"YES!" I screamed back, "I WOULD BE WORRIED IF WE GOT NO REACTION AT ALL!"

I continued my prayer...

"Where there is envy and malice, give us an abundance of goodness, endurance, victory, and charity. O Lord, You who love man, we beg You to reach out Your powerful hands and Your most high and mighty arms and come to our aid. Help us, who are made in Your image, send the angel of peace over us, to protect us body and soul. May he keep at bay and vanquish every evil power, every poison or malice invoked against us by corrupt and envious people. Then, under the protection of Your authority may we sing, in gratitude, "The Lord is my salvation; whom should I fear?"

The winds picked up even more, and I could see the creatures now begin to flee towards the kitchen door. I quickly followed as Oracle knelt before the very portal that was created, chanting wildly in his native language. A bright light enveloped the room as a clear indication of the portal within the room. Gordon's eyes widened with absolute fear as he watched the events continue. I continued...

"I will not fear evil because You are with me, my God, my strength, my powerful Lord, Lord of peace, Father of all ages. Yes, Lord our God, be merciful to us, Your image, and save your servant . . . from every threat or harm from the evil one, and protect him by raising him above all evil. We ask you this through the intercession of our Most Blessed, Glorious Lady, Mary ever Virgin, Mother of God, of the most splendid archangels and all yours saints. Amen."

As both Oracle and I finished, there was a bright flash of light and suddenly, everything went dead. The winds stop, the light vanished, and the growls ended. I panted heavily, feeling fully spent from the whole ordeal. I quickly looked around to find that the negative spirits had gone. I aided Oracle back to his feet. I could tell he was just as drained as I was. These sorts of situations are always draining to us, as we both use our positive energy to get the negative energy out. Gordon merely stood there in absolute shock both Oracle and I smiled at the job well done, yet another day of banishing demons.

When Gordon finally came to his senses, he sighed softly and looked to the both of us. "Fine work boys... I never would have thought I would be a witness to such a display."

"Thank you, Detective," Oracle spoke with a sort of conceited smile.

"There's just one problem," he mentioned. "We still don't know what happened to the bodies."

I was about to speak upon the subject when suddenly, a movement caught the corner of my eye. I turned quickly to notice the spirit of Billy, the 6 year old brown haired, blue eyed child who was killed for this damned ritual. Thank the lord I didn't damn his soul to hell! he was running towards the back door but stopped suddenly to look at me. He smiled to me and ran towards the door once again. I quickly rushed to the employee's entrance/exit and flung the door open suddenly. Nothing, he disappeared again! Damnit just when I was... before I could finish my thought I looked down to discover a manhole cover. This was what he wanted. This was what he was trying to show me! I knelt down just as Gordon ran up behind me to find out what had happened.

"Here..." I said softly as a single tear ran down my face. "They were dumped here."

No one would have thought of this. This guy was almost brilliant, if it wasn't for the fact he was already caught. Gordon ordered a full combing of the entire New York sewer system. To this day, two of the five children's remains were found. That's all their spirits wanted. Not only were the demons keeping them bound to that building, but the children also wouldn't rest until their bodies were found. Gordon and I still keep in contact, and I respect how seriously he took the situation. He especially partook in the smudging ritual Oracle conducted shortly afterward, which is a Navajo ritual to rid the three of us of negative energy so we didn't accidentally bring anything home. To this day, Gordon has solved many more crimes, 132 at this point, with 42 of them being cold case files. I very much look forward sometime to see if he and I will work together on another case.

I returned many times to that old building to check up on it. I never saw any of the children's ghosts ever again, even though only two bodies were found. Maybe they were hiding incase the demons came back, or maybe they were at rest because now their story was told and the mystery of their disappearance is known now. I personally would like to think the latter. From what I hear, another company wants to buy the Freddy Fabear's franchise and restart it again. I only pray that this time, nothinig bad happens to anybody this time... End Transcript. Case 0002934.