The Monster I didn't want to be.

Chapter 2

JonJon's Pov.

It was late. Almost three in the morning. Yet I couldn't sleep. I knew I needed to, but the fear and anxiety of the upcoming day filled my core, making my guts twist painfully. I glanced for the hundredth time at Molten. His eye was staring right at me, but the red light in his missing one was turned off. He had to be charged less than the others, but he liked to charge when I was sleeping. Or when he thought I was sleeping.

Another painful stab brought my mind to the slowly approaching hours. I needed to do it. This man was not only laundering money, but he was also using his building for a unwork related objective. When I became CEO again, I looked threw the files on every restaurant. To say simply, it wasn't pretty. Apparently Bryan wasn't going around and making sure everything was running smoothly during his time as CEO. Many people seemed to take his naiveness as a sign to go crazy.

It wasn't the man himself that scared me. I had delt with many of these kind of owners when I was first given the position. No, what scared me was that this man has been rumored to have some very dangerous connections. So if I made any wrong moves, it could be lights out for me. Molten wouldn't be with me tomorrow. I told him he wasn't my lap dog, so he didn't need to stay by my side. He agreed and made plans to hang out with Lefty. I was to pick him up at four.

The clock on the wall did nothing to help my growing anxiety. Each tick was just a reminder that I was no longer able to rest. That not matter how much I wanted it to go away, I was now the monster of Freddy Fazebears. I had to play the bad guy. It was the only real way to get things done. Its honestly sad when you cant even talk to old friends without them asking if they did something wrong. As the clock ticked again, a wave of sudden exhaustion washed over me, and with one more glance at the wired bear, I was out like a light.

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The building was not in good shape. It was obvious the man had not been using his funds to take care of the restaurant. The walls had many cracked bricks and the roof was basically falling apart. To say lightly, this place was a walking safety hazard. And I thought my old pizzeria was bad. The first one of course. It was surprising any mother would let their child come to such a disgusting place.

The wooden doors cracked open, and as you'd expect, the inside wasn't much better. Infact, it might have been worse. Chairs were knocked over, the table clothes torn and stained, the smell alone wanted to make me gag. "Hello?" I called, very aware of the way my voice echoed throughout the small building. "Is anyone here?" The animatronics on the stage were dented and dusty. As if they hadn't been used in awhile.

"Who the hell are you?" The voice sent shivers down my spine. I turned around to see a very dirty looking man with a cigar in his mouth. "You best not be touchin those robots. Their too broken to be doing any good." He came close, his face was unshaved and you could smell him from a mile away. If it wasn't for the pizzeria being in the same condition, I most likely would have.

He looked at me with hatred and obvious suspicion. "We're closed if you couldn't tell. Now get the hell out." I let one of my most mocking smiles line my face. This man was a joke. Worse than me. "Yes well I'm afraid I cant do that. I'm assuming your the owner of this fine establishment?" I couldn't help the grimace as he blew his cigar right in my face. "Yep. Thats me. Who the hell are you? We don't see many clowns around here." He began to laugh at his own little joke.

I stepped back, his spit flying everywhere. "My names Jon and I'm the CEO of Fazebears. I'm here to collect the money you owe." His expression became dark with every word. "If you fail to give the money, I'll be forced to shut you down and send you to jail. Understand?" He was visibly shaking. I decided to take my leave. "I'll be back within twenty-four hours. Oh and if you run, I'll find you. So don't."

I was so close to the exit. I was almost out. But fate seemed to have other ideas. One minute he was standing where I left him, the next he was behind me with a knife pointed at my neck. "I think you better rethink that there CEO." He pressed the knife closer, making it dig into my skin. "Theres a reason I never have been shut down. And if you don't leave me alone, your gonna end up just like that there health inspector did."

I could feel the blood leaking down my neck. I couldn't help but grimace at the loss of yet another lilac button up. His knife dug deeper and the world was becoming fuzzy. Suddenly the pressure let up. The man released me making me fall. I felt my neck, only to be met with a little too much blood. The last thing I remember was the man falling to the floor, skull split open, his cigar still in his mouth, before my world became black.