As it turned out, the police came to the business after Mike called about the lawyer and his former employer's disappearance. They were found unconscious in Ballora Gallery, Ballora herself twirling in circles above their forms. At first the business tried to keep what happened under wraps, but eventually, as with all things, word got out. Nobody quite knows how the story got out, since the source from the first reporting station requested to remain anonymous. The most popular and likely theory however, is that the stress caused by the event disturbed Mrs. Surry, who left her position and reported her experience to the nightly news. According to the source, one of the anamatronics was beating on the shared wall between her office and it's stage. When the manager on-site at the time of the incident when to investigate the source, she was grabbed out of the dark by icy cold, powerful hands wrapping around her abdomen. When she didn't return, the corporate lawyer who was with her at the time went to find her, only to have a similar experience. While this story only fueled the popularity of the shop for a time, it eventually led to disaster.

The owner of the restaurant tried to continue on as if the story was just a fluke or a rumor, at first. However, the characters were constantly breaking down and were too dangerous to rent out for private shows, which made a large portion of the profits. Every day he'd send in technicians and mechanics, but they are returned both unsuccessful and maimed in a way that prevented them from working. Due to the constant lawsuits against the company, Mike's charges were dropped in order to save what little money they had to pay off the hospital fees. Sometime later, the business closed down and Mr. Buckley sold off all the corporate assets, including the anamatronics. Freddy and Foxy were bought by a collector who was obsessed with the Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria chain, while Ballora was auctioned off as a gift for a young girl who's parents were extremely wealthy. Baby, however, did not get sold. Either the odd structure of her outer shell or her clown paintjob creeped people out, and she was unfortunately placed in a warehouse for salvaging mechanical parts.

Mike, being the experienced engineer he was, didn't have much trouble finding another job at a recall facility, where they inspected and repairs any errors that may have happened to the variety of house appliances the company sold across the country. He did feel bad about what he happened to the fun-loving, if somewhat unnerving, characters from his old job, but as time passed they faded from his mind. The only reminder he had of them was the tinge of loneliness he has when he came home from the long days of work. The job didn't pay as well, but Mike was still living comfortably in his apartment, just as he had done before and since his time as the nighttime technician.

Luckily for you, dear reader, there is one more part that has yet to be told. One day, the warehouse workers came in to find a tall crate smashed from the inside, and the contents missing. There was a report about the presumably stolen goods on several local news outlets, which unavoidably reached Mike's eyes and ears. He didn't think anything of it though. Why would he? That life was behind him after all, it was over. Mike's surprise must've been unimaginable when he arrived home late in the evening to a faintly familiar synthesized voice greeting him with a playful "Did you miss me, Mikey?"

I really enjoyed writing this short story. If you'd like to send a story suggestion, PM me. I enjoy writing and requests help me sharpen my skills. Thanks and goodbye for now.