Intro available here
At precisely 12:00 a.m., in New Haven, Connecticut, Dr. Henry Archer and his crew were prepared for the autopsy of a girl who had died mysteriously. Nobody could seem to understand the circumstances surrounding her death, so it was up to the top autopsists in America to solve it.
At the moment, Dr. Archer was kicking his feet back in his office. He was pondering the mystery of the girl's death, how he could benefit from solving the mystery, and the simple incompetence of everyone involved. As he was thinking, he heard a knock at the office door.
"Come in," Archer said gruffly.
When the door opened, his young assistant, Daniel Prince, was standing. He looked as small and feeble as ever, being constantly intimidated by his boss.
"The body has been prepared, Dr. Archer," Prince informed. The Doctor let out a sigh, knowing that the task ahead, despite all its fruits, was going to be difficult.
"Very well," Archer grunted. Slowly, the middle-aged man rose up from his chair, although it was evident he was growing tired.
The Doctor walked out of his small office, which was really a den, down a long hallway. The dark green walls and the gray floor wounded down a long distance. Archer's footsteps on the tiled floor echoed across the facility. Eventually, he reached a room that he knew to be an autopsy room.
"It is time!" the Doctor said as he strolled into the autopsy room. In the center, there was a gurney with the pale corpse of a young girl. It appeared to have been frozen for a long time before it arrived. The autopsy team surrounded the body.
"I suppose we must get stared. Security has everything under control. Lock the door," Archer commanded. A nearby doctor rushed over to the door, obeying the Doctor's commands.
"We must start down and work our way up. The girl was hanging from a tree when the authorities found her. We could try to see if she tried running away, and broke anything..." Archer said.
The team used their knives to dig into the flesh of the child. However, they could find no signs of a fracture, a breach, or... anything.
"Well, there aren't any signs of broken bones or any type of damage to the legs. Photograph it and let's move on!" Archer commanded.
"Yes, sir!" Prince said. Off a nearby tool stand, he grabbed a digital camera and documented the autopsy of the legs.
"Now, we must move on to the torso. The lungs are vital to understanding what happened. If the subject screamed during her death, we can estimate the level of pain she experienced from the state of her lungs, and from there, MAYBE track the method of death," the head doctor commanded.
With a tool, Archer sliced the corpse's torso open until the team reached the lungs. One of the team members ripped it out and carefully inspected the organs.
"It looks slightly sore from screaming, but other than that, no damage..." the doctor remarked.
"Document it!" Archer responded impatiently. He was getting frustrated at the lack of results.
As the hours went by, they couldn't find any damage across the body. By four o'clock, they had inspected the entire body, but they found no damage.
"This is very unfortunate. We are no closer to discovering the cause of death to report to the authorities! Now what are going to do?" Prince demanded.
Doctor Archer was thinking about what happened throughout the autopsy. He was supposed to prove everyone wrong and be the hero of this case! But just like those he deemed 'religious fanatics,' he reached no conclusion.
"This is an embarrassment. WHEN ARE WE going to find out the cause of death?!" Archer exclaimed furiously.
"My God, sir, calm down!" Prince protested.
"SHUT UP. There IS no 'God,' you fool! There is no MAGIC, there is no RELIGION, there is only logic and ORDER. There HAS to be a reason behind the death of this child!" Archer roared. All his teammates/assistants were staring at him in disbelief.
"Well, maybe she simply died of shock?" someone cheekily suggested.
"Perhaps... WAIT, I have an idea," Archer said smugly.
Prince shook his head, bracing himself for what he was about to hear.
"We declare the cause of death to be shock, and then we can make a quick buck by selling those organs on the black market!" Archer suggested.
As he suggested this, his colleagues looked appalled. They glanced at each other, before finally shaking their heads.
"No! This is outrageous. If you want to do this, then go ahead. But we won't have any part in your activities on the black market! We will have to report you to the authorities and sign the declaration without you," Prince declared.
Just as the doctors were about to walk out of the small room, Archer pulled a pistol out of a holster hidden behind his lab coat.
"You aren't going anywhere, young fool!" Archer growled maliciously.
Archer aimed the gun at his young assistant's head and pulled the trigger. A large bullet hole replaced the forehead of Daniel Prince, who dropped to the ground, crimson blood seeping out on the floor where he once stood.
Dr. Archer then turned to the remaining members of his team, putting bullet holes in their heads as well. Now that they were out of the way, Archer could have HIS way with the organs of the late child.
"Well, these little beauties are going to get me THOUSANDS of dollars on the black market. Maybe millions, if I find the right places!" the old man chuckled to himself.
As he reached into the body to pull out the heart, he noticed something odd. A strange, blue substance, which took no form, was splattered across the heart.
"Wait... this wasn't here before," Archer said, nervously.
"That, I am afraid, is MINE for the taking."
With eyes wide open, Archer looked at the source of the voice, behind him. As soon as he found the speaker, he leaped back in horror.
"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU, ABOMINATION?!" the Doctor screamed.
He pulled his pistol out of his holster once again and fired every shot he had at the figure, but every single bullet dropped to the ground upon impact.
"You don't believe in us? That's okay, because WE believe in YOU."
That was the last thing Henry Archer heard before his racing heart came to a complete stop, effectively ending his life. As he hit the floor, his dead body was marked with a frozen expression of horror. Like the girl in the autopsy, no physical wounds were left on him.
"How... unfortunate," the strange being said as he stared at all the dead bodies on the floor. Then, he stared at the table that they were surrounding. The body of the child this figure murdered was lying down, her organs open for the entire world.
"I have unfinished business to attend to, young one."
The Being extended his arms toward the heart of the corpse, reaching for the blue substance surrounding it. The Essence gathered itself into the Being's hands, which he raised to his mouth to eat.
~~~
Several months have passed after the events of Glitchtrap. Since the authorities investigated the Pizzaplex, Fazbear Entertainment was ordered by law to set higher safety standards for the Pizzaplex, and to undergo further construction to ensure the integrity of the building. The animatronics were all repaired and given better safety features to ensure Glitchtrap could not overtake them anymore. While construction was still constantly going at the Pizzaplex, the establishment was still in better condition than it was a year before.
As for Vanessa, she has since adopted Gregory under her roof. Life was still much easier for her since Glitchtrap had no influence on her. Vanessa also got higher pay and a higher position in security since she had blackmailed all of management.
Gregory, with a new roof over his head, was able to attend Middle School during the day, and during the nights that Vanessa worked, he got to visit his animatronic friends, Freddy and Chica. It was always fun spending time with the two. It was hard to adjust to the fact that Freddy was actually the dead son of a serial killer, specifically Glitchtrap, but once he did, Gregory learned to further appreciate Freddy's wisdom. He was friendly to the new Roxy, but always kept his distance from Monty. Bonnie was repaired but was since demoted to minor animatronic, meaning all he knew was Bonnie Bowl. That was the one thing Vanessa wasn't able to change- Monty and Bonnie.
Generally, their days were good, but this particular day was anything but. During her night shift, Vanessa was sitting in her Security Office above Rockstar Row. Nothing wrong was happening in the Pizzaplex, but she was watching the news of the child who died under mysterious circumstances. Local phenomenons were not uncommon, but even this was enough to puzzle her. Still, she had a gut feeling that she was familiar with the situation.
"Vanessa, are you okay?"
Startled, Vanessa leaped in her chair. She turned behind her to see the familiar face of the mascot of the Pizzaplex, Freddy Fazbear.
"Freddy! I'm sorry, I didn't notice you there. Sorry, I'm just a little on edge tonight. This whole case with the murder is just getting to me! I just feel like it's, somehow, connected to ME" Vanessa explained.
"I understand, Vanessa. You are feeling the same way I did back when my father was murdering children in the '80s. I had a feeling the murderer had connections to me. Considering it was my father, I was unfortunately correct," Freddy replied in a sympathetic tone.
"I just hope Gregory is okay..." Vanessa sighed.
"Vanessa, you have done a great thing taking Gregory in under your roof. I am confident he will be alright. If you aren't watching him, then I am. I have dealt with supernatural things before, so if it tries to hurt Gregory, I will do something about it," Freddy reassured.
Vanessa nodded her head and gave Freddy a gentle smile. Remembering Gregory had a roof over his head when he previously didn't made her feel better. But it still didn't solve the anxiety coming with a murder, and wondering if Gregory was next.
"We can't do anything about the dead girl, can we?" Vanessa said at last.
"No. I can tell that her death was not viable by humanity's means. However, they will never be able to process it. For their sanity, we MUST keep quiet. It is a curse, quite frankly," Freddy confirmed.
Vanessa sighed out of stress. She was the only human, besides Gregory, who witnessed Supernatural activity, from William Afton and the Blob. Cassie was another, but her memories were wiped and she was still at an orphanage somewhere. The stress from having to keep a vital secret and live a normal life was getting to her. On top of all that, she had to take care of Gregory.
"Well, I should probably get back to work. Say, how's Monty behaving?" Vanessa asked conclusively.
"Monty has completely isolated himself. He's present during the day, but at night, all he goes is Monty Golf, hiding over the catwalks. He has what he wants, but now that Glitchtrap and, uh, Vanny, are gone, he has no further purpose. I don't believe he wants to face ANY of us, let alone Bonnie..." Freddy said with a concerned tone.
"Yeah, I remember the guard from the Day Shift telling me that Monty was often missing from performances. Management does NOT want to deal with the costs of a replacement, but they've been burdened with problems ever since. I almost feel concern for him!" Vanessa replied.
"I do too. I am going to have a hard time forgiving Monty for his actions, but I wonder if he even has a desire to live," Freddy agreed.
After that, Freddy and Vanessa remained in the Security Office for the next few hours, scrolling through the cameras and discussing recent events in the lives of both individuals.
"Well, it's almost six. I'm gonna get Gregory and check out for the weekend. Where is he? Did he sleep well?" Vanessa asked.
Freddy's ears lowered and his facial features demonstrated anxiety, as he remembered what had happened just a few hours ago.
"Well, it's complicated..."
~~~
Exhaustion and frustration. Gregory's mental state was absolutely fried. He had been awake all night on the computer, searching for any trace of Cassie. As he surfed the web for hours, looking for any trace of his friend, the orphanage he used to live at, and if she was even still there, he found no results of Cassie at the orphanage he left her at. Gregory was beginning to wonder if she ran away too.
Many hours passed as Gregory searched the computer, finding no record of his friend at that orphanage. Just as Gregory was going to resort to checking different orphanages, he heard the blast door open up for Vanessa.
"GREGORY! Have you seriously been awake all night on the computer?!" Vanessa exclaimed.
"I mean... yeah. Sorry," Gregory said sheepishly. Hearing this, Vanessa let out a long drawn-out sigh.
"Well, I'm just glad it's a weekend. When we get home, you need to rest. What on the computer even kept you up that late?" Vanessa asked.
"It's Cassie. I've been searching for the LONGEST time and still can't find any trace of her! I'm starting to think she escaped from the orphanage, or worse. I left her behind many months before I came back and many after we lost our memories. But I have to bring her back!" Gregory said.
Vanessa's strict expression fell to that of a sorry one. She knew just how much Cassie meant to Gregory. They had been friends for a long time, and even had false memories of being friends for a much longer time. For them to be apart, all because of how bad the orphanage apparently was, took a major toll on the boy.
"I'm sorry. Listen, let's go home and get you to sleep for the morning, okay? If it makes you feel better, I'll search other orphanages for records of her while you rest. But PLEASE, don't stay up all night looking for her. Can you promise me that?" Vanessa asked.
"Sure. But if you know where she's at, please let me know," Gregory agreed.
"I will, don't worry. Anyways, it's six and the doors are open. Let's get out of here," Vanessa said.
Gregory deactivated the computer and stood to follow Vanessa. They walked through the Utility Tunnels to reach the exit, and eventually, to the employee parking lot.
As Vanessa drove away from the Pizzaplex, she began to think about what had transpired over the past several months. Then, her thoughts drifted over to the murder of the girl in the woods outside Hurricane Valley. She never told Gregory of the events that transpired.
Vanessa knew that Gregory would find out on his own, but knew that when he did, he would begin to stress out, wondering if Cassie, if not already dead, would be next.
![FNAF 2 SONG | "Haunted" by GatoPaint [Official Lyric Video]](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/d8947381-c42c-4ddd-bfa7-f90bc8c6152e/scale-to-width/755)
![SECURITY BREACH SONG "The Waltz Of Vanny" | KryFuZe [Orchestal Song]](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/bf72d6cb-d727-4b26-a0c0-4e9c8b8a0105/scale-to-width/755)
![FNAF VANNY SONG "Under Control (Rework)" [Animated Lyrics]](https://static.wikia.nocookie.net/3387ccfc-3e31-4df0-a670-33bb1ff487a7/scale-to-width/755)
