The Final Night || Jacob Lincoln & SpringTrap
Owning some sort of business was something he had always wanted for himself. He always wanted to be a successful man, with enough money to move out of his crappy apartment and into some nice home with a white picket fence and maybe two cats and a tortoise. That be cool. Heโd name them something like Sweet, Sour, and Sauce, just so he could have a laugh every now and then.
Well, now he was off-topic. He founded Fazbear Fright to sort of make fun of the dark business known as Fazbear Entertainment. He couldnโt keep track of how many nightmares he had gotten involving the terrifying animatronics, involving the dark and dirty corners where the other kids bullied him for how โgirlyโ he looked. He started the place to erase the negativity and bring forth a more positive light.
Now at first, he didnโt have much. He bought the old building, full of mold and the occasional squatter. He got a good deal either way, and had some old friends come over and make a weekend of fixing the place up. What they couldnโt fix, they hid, with all of Jacobโs collection. He had gathered several authentic items over the years, including some party masks and old games. He even managed to get some extra parts, after loading the previous owner up with wine.
It was all coming together, and Jacob felt like this dream come true couldnโt get any better. He had everything he needed! Decor, ambiance, and an employee who would accept pay lower than minimum wage without any complaints! It couldnโt be more perfect.
Then he found the old animatronic.
It was quite the investigation when he tried to track it down. The current owner of the old Fazbear location was unable to be reached, but one of his secretaries offered Jacob a look around, saying he could collect any old items. And so he did, searching the building high and low. He barely got some drawings, and was going to call it quits-- But he discovered a secret door. It wouldnโt budge, and he swore he felt drawn to this room.
He snuck back into the building in the dead of night, armed with a hefty toolbox, and forced his way into the room with some difficulty, revealing a dusty, dreary room. It was a bust-- until he saw the old, damaged, rusty animatronic laying on the floor. It was stained and disgusting, probably several health code violations- but Jacob saw beauty. It was everything a collector could ever want.
He called some favors in, and he and a few pals transported the old thing to Fazbear Fright. Jacob was so giddy, he felt like he would cry. Sure, he took it without telling the original owner, but they did say that he could take old items. And this thing looked ancient, 20 or 30 years old at least.
He called up his employee eagerly, telling them of his find. He couldnโt wait to tinker on this thing, open the attraction up in the next week. However, he got another lead, and hardly had time to warn the employee of his new find. He went after it immediately, spending the rest of the week searching an old, large warehouse for more items. And he did find something: a bunch of vintage plushies. He returned to his city with the find safely in his car, happy.
He received a call, and was irritated to find that his only employee was in the hospital for some stupid mental problems. Well that was a disappointment. He was so ready to open the place up tomorrowโฆ.
Well, he could always just run the place alone for a few days.
The van rolled to a stop in the empty parking lot of Fazbear Fright, its engine dying down in a loud splutter. Jacob pulled his long blonde hair into its normal ponytail, carefully balancing his cigarette between his lips as he hummed to himself. If he could finish all the tinkering with the rabbit animatronic tonight, he could test run tomorrow, and open the place Friday.
He stepped out of the car, zipping his jacket up and fishing through his pockets for his lighter. He took his steps towards the building as he lit the cig up and took a long drag of it, sighing out happily and unlocking the building. He went in, humming a soft tune as he made his way to his office, taking the occasional puff of the cigarette.
He had no idea what was in store for him tonight
