Fnaf AU: RE-Powering the Fright!
What if Gregory decided to revive the horror attraction.
The hum of the workshop was quieter than it used to be. There were no screeching, broken servos or the oppressive, heavy silence of a ruined Pizzaplex. Instead, it was just the steady, rhythmic clink-clink-clink of Cassie tightening a bolt on Roxy’s newly polished left shoulder joint, and the soft, rhythmic whir of Glamrock Freddy’s cooling fans as he sat patiently on his charging pad.
Vanessa stood by the main drafting table, her arms crossed, staring down at the glowing blueprint projected from Gregory’s laptop. Her expression was a mix of exhaustion and deep, deeply ingrained suspicion.
"Let me get this straight," Vanessa said, her voice dry. "You want to rebuild Fazbear’s Fright."
"A better version," Gregory corrected instantly, leaning over the table and pointing at the digital schematic. "Look, Vanessa, I’ve been researching this. A few years ago, some fan tried to do this before. But they dug up old trash, shoved it in a rickety warehouse, and the whole place burst into flames before it even properly opened. It was a total disaster because they didn't know what they were doing."
"Yeah. Because the place was a literal tinderbox," Vanessa retorted, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her voice dropped, carrying a cold weight that made the room go quiet. "And it wasn't just about bad wiring, Gregory. They brought in Springtrap. They literally dragged William Afton’s decaying body, wedged inside a rusted-out suit, right into the middle of a public attraction. He was wandering those halls, looking for a way to cause havoc and restart his nightmare. Trust me, I lived through his legacy. There is no way we're setting ourselves up for another disaster like that."
"We won't! That's the whole point!" Gregory grabbed the mouse and clicked to the next slide, his tone turning serious and reassuring. "We won't be using the old Fazbear methods. No faulty, ancient wiring. No gas lines. No fuel. Nothing that can spark. And absolutely no cursed relics. Cassie and I have been working this out for something entirely off the grid."
Cassie looked up from Roxy’s arm, wiping a smudge of grease from her cheek with the back of her hand. "He’s actually right, Vanessa. We’ve mapped out a full, independent power grid. The flat roof of the warehouse will be packed with high-efficiency solar panels, and we’ll run vertical wind turbines on the corners. It all feeds into a centralized battery bank. Zero gas. If a circuit even thinks about overloading, the smart breakers will shut the whole zone down in milliseconds. It physically cannot catch fire. Plus Springtrap is gone, and nothing like him will ever come here."
Roxy tilted her head, her pristine, golden eyes flashing as she looked at her reflection in a nearby monitor. "So... you're telling me my internal processors are running on pure, unfiltered sunlight now? Honestly? It makes my eyes glow even better. It's a vibe."
"Exactly!" Gregory grinned, clicking to a new folder of photos on his laptop. "And we already have the best decorations. We can go back to the Pizzaplex ruins and salvage some of the old, burnt-out prop pieces. We don't need anything high-tech or dangerous—just the creepy, classic junk left behind."
He gestured to the screen, showing a checklist of salvaged items. "Look at this stuff! We've got dented metal lockers we can line the hallways with, a cracked information kiosk to put at the entrance, and a rusted-out stroller to leave sitting under a flickering light. We can scatter some ripped-up plushies on the floor, set up those faded, water-damaged cardboard cutouts, and line the walls with dead, unpowered arcade cabinets. We can even stand up a few deactivated, hollowed-out S.T.A.F.F. bots in the dark corners. It’ll look incredibly creepy and authentic, but it’s all just harmless, classic theatrical junk."
Cassie paused her wrench, looking over Gregory’s shoulder at the layout. "Wait, Gregory. What about Chica and Monty? Are they going to be a part of this? I mean, are we going to build scares for them, too?"
Gregory shook his head gently, his expression softening. "Nah. Best we leave them out of this one. Only because They’ve both already have there own lives built away from all the Pizzaplex trauma. Chica has Chica’s Party World running perfectly, and Monty’s finally in his own element with Monty's Gator Golf & Grill. They have successful, happy businesses now. The last thing I want is to drag their names into a horror house and make people afraid of them again. They deserve to keep their good reputations." Glamrock freddy responded in agreement, “I concur. As much as we miss them, those two are on their own.”
Gregory tapped the screen, bringing up a blueprint of the maze's hallway. "But... we can still give them some fun, harmless nods. I salvaged an old, dented Monty Golf flag to stick in one of the rusted lockers, and a faded, torn Chica bakery poster to hang near the exit. Just little Easter eggs for the fans, without turning our friends into monsters."
Cassie smiled, genuinely touched. "I like that. They’d appreciate that a lot."
Vanessa raised an eyebrow, still looking skeptical about the big picture. "Okay, so the building is safe, and we aren't ruining our friends' new lives. But why do this at all? Reopening anything with 'Fazbear' on the front is just going to keep the brand alive. Why feed into it?"
Gregory’s grin widened, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Because we aren't celebrating them, Vanessa. We’re making a parody. The whole attraction is going to be a massive, dark joke at the company's expense. We’re going to expose every single corner-cutting, greedy, cover-up mistake they ever made. We’ll have signs mocking their safety waivers, displays highlighting their terrible management, and scares that make corporate suits look like the real villains."
He leaned forward, tapping the table for emphasis. "If we scare people into being absolutely terrified of Fazbear Entertainment and their history, they’ll stay far, far away from any future products or rebrands the company tries to pull off. We aren't just running a haunted house—we're tanking their public image permanently, under the guise of a comedy-horror show. They won't even be able to sue us because it's a legally protected parody."
Vanessa stared at him, her mouth slightly open. For the first time all day, her tense posture completely dissolved. She let out a sudden, breathless laugh. "You're... you're literally using a haunted house to run an anti-corporate smear campaign."
"EXACTLY!," Gregory smirked.
Freddy’s ear flicked, and his chest hatch hissed softly as he leaned forward, his deep, rumbling voice filled with genuine warmth. "A green business that also teaches the public about corporate responsibility! Gregory, this is wonderful. We are not only keeping our guests safe, but we are also protecting the environment. I am very proud of this direction!"
Vanessa let out a long, slow sigh. She looked at the blueprints, then at Cassie, who gave her an encouraging nod, and finally at Gregory, whose eyes were practically sparkling with determination. They weren't trying to save the world—they were just smart, practical survivors who wanted to do things right this time. No fires, no cheap hazards, absolutely no old monsters, and a hilarious way to keep Fazbear's actual corporate ghosts buried forever.
"No gas lines," Vanessa muttered, testing the words. "And I get full admin access to the master kill-switch? If I see a single temperature spike, I shut the whole building down."
"You have total control," Gregory promised, raising his hands in defeat. "I wouldn't want anyone else running the booth."
Vanessa stared at the screen for three more seconds before a genuine, relaxed smile spread across her face. She reached out and tapped the keyboard. "Fine. But if this place burns down, Gregory, I'm blaming your theater fog machines."
"Deal!" Gregory pumped his fist in the air.
"Alright, superstar," Roxy purred, standing up to her full, towering height and flexing her newly tuned claws. "If we're doing this, we're doing it right. I expect to be the scariest thing those guests have ever seen. Cassie, let’s go over those mirror-hologram transition times. We have some records to break."
