The truth behind FNAF

Trouble

It was one night. Well, to be more accurate, it was evening, about 3 hours before closing time.
The health department came in, and filed a complaint; to the new manager, who was forced to give up his job, after that (his fate was sad.).
The health inspectors found a bit of a rotting smell coming from us. I was afraid they'd shut us down, then scrap us. It was bad enough that the company was in trouble for an animatronic biting a customer about the head, in hours, making everybody panic, and run away, panicking and screaming like a bunch of wild monkeys. And, after, the company scrapped those models because, now, health department issues. It was already on the damn newspaper;

"Local entertainment centre threatened with shutdown as remarked from the health dpt;
Reports of foul odours coming from the most loved animal mascots."

"Sanitary department orders shutdown on local pizzeria.
Parents file complaints to management, after noticing blood and mucus coming from the eyes and mouths of the animatronic mascots. One parent even stated it as appearing as "A corpse, reanimated".

Bonnie read the paper, and slapped it in my face, after exclaiming; "Freddy, I'M SCREWED, YOU'RE SCREWED! WE'RE ALL SCREWED!".
Foxy shook his head.
"Argh, they'd best not be shutting down this, here pizzeria!"
Chica hugged her pizza.
"Oh, HEEEECCCKKKKKKK No!" she said, madly.
I felt my face grow stern.
"They'd better not! They won't! ...not if I can help it..." I said.