#also im thinking it takes sam a minute to recognise michael!

[shotgunscn]

THEY'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE. Sam remembers, Dean does too. They can almost hear the rumble of the impala as it cascades into the distance. It was different, back then : when the paint wasn't peeling, the games weren't defunct and the place didn't absolutely reek of something strange. John would drop them off on occasion-- Sam used to like the games, the pizza left something to be desired though : but so long as it was smothered in cheese it was hard to disappoint the youngest Winchester back then. The animatronics however . . . they had always wigged Sam out-- 'freaky robo-bear' Dean had once said in reference to the titular star. He'd been older at the time and more irritated than anything when their father had abandoned them, insisting he could be of more use if he could only go with him. But each and every time John had refused and instead left his boys to the care of this place : Freddy Fazbear's-- seriously what had he been thinking?

Something was definitely up with this place : it had been a hit with kids in the 80's but so far as the lore told Freddy's hadn't been popular enough to sprout as many franchises as would be needed for the recent sightings and disappearances. How could someone go missing at a location in Connecticut with another disappearance happening just a few days later in Wyoming? Something else Sam had come across in his research-- a missing children's incident : a terrible event that took place not too long after the boys had last visited the then thriving establishment. It gave him chills-- to know they had come so close to becoming possible victims of what Sam could only guess had been a deranged murderer. That's what had lead them to the conclusion of a haunting-- death by terrible circumstance: it fit the bill. The only issue had been finding the damn thing, both locations mentioned in the disappearances had turned up empty-- a bulldozed lot that clearly hadn't housed any type of structure in what seemed like decades : so they back tracked a found the original building they'd visited all those years ago-- Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria, located in Hurricane Utah. The ancient pizzeria comes to life as they enter : typical for a haunting. Arcade cabinets light up, 80's music fills the air and sure enough the undoubted smell of freshly baked pizza wafts it's way through both Winchester's nostrils. "Dude-- serious deja vu." Dean utters and offers Sam a look that can only be read as incredulity mixed with knowing. He nods in response and the duo decide to split up-- they'd cover more ground that way and the sooner they found the bones the faster they could salt them, burn then and get the hell out of here.

Sam move through dimly lit corridor, flashlight in one hand crossed over wrist which holds pistol loaded with iron bullets. If it is in fact a ghost this will at the very least keep them at bay long enough for Sam to find Dean for some back up. What the youngest Winchester finds first, however, isn't some ghoulish monster-- but a man, about his age it seems, intently sweeping the corner space. "Hello?" Hunter offers, knowing full well this might simply be a specter : one of the ghosts they were in fact searching for. He lowers his weapon slightly and comes within a few feet of the other male. When no answer comes suspicion fills Sam and grip shifts on cool metal that is quickly becoming warm in his hands. "Excuse me?" He offers again, noting the head phones the other is wearing. He extends his flashlight arm and offers a tap on the shoulder, HOPING AGAINST HOPE THE STRANGER WONT TURN AND ATTACK.

        MIKE  HAD  GOTTEN  REALLY  GOOD  AT  SKEEBALL .  Sure  he  was  good  at  it  after  a  childhood  spent  in  Freddy's  but  now  he  had  the  highest  score  possible  on  every  machine.  He  sunk  the  ball  right  into  that  left  pocket  every  time.  He  glanced  back  at  the  stage,  everyone  was  still  behind  the  curtains  and  Spring  Bonnie  was  nowhere  to  be  seen.  William  was  the  only  one  who  spawned  in  different  places.  Sometimes  he  was  stuck,  rotting  away  in  the  back  rooms  that  Mike  avoided  at  all  costs.  Sometimes  he  spawned  backstage  in  a  fresh  yellow  costume.  Mike  always  woke  up  in  the  security  guard's  office.  Even  when  they  wanted  to  mess  with  him  and  turn  him  back into  a  child.  The  lockers  in  the  office  have  a  set  of  clothes  for  each  occasion.  A  security  guard  outfit  and  boots,  sneakers  and  an  employee  uniform,  and  Freddy's  shirt  with  shorts  and  sneakers  from  when  he  was  nine.  Luckily  today  he  has  spawned  in  at  his  normal  age  of  21,  the  age  he  was  when  he  died … vanished … he  wasn't  sure  what  the  outside  world  thought  that  had  happened  to  him.  It  had  been  a  while  since  he  knew  the  date.  He  usually  only  spawned  in  as  his  younger  self  when  he  interrupted  a  kill  and  got  chomped  by  one  of  the  animatronics  instead  of  their  intended  victim.  Freddy's  and the animatronics couldn't  kill  him,  he  was  pretty  sure  of  that,  but  they  could  mess  with  him  in  other  ways.

         Today  two  men  walked  in,  and  Freddy's  went  to  work.  Before  the  two  could  take  in  anything,  the  whole  building  came  to  life.  The  soda  machine  buzzed  to  life,  fresh  pizza  filled  the  air,  and  80s  pop  music  came  through  the  speakers.  soon  other  people  appeared,  although  they  weren't  real.  They  were  only  marriages,  reflections  of  those  who  had  wandered  into  Freddy's  never  to  be  seen  again.

        It  had  been  a  while  since  Freddy's  had  had  visitors … he  could  feel  it.  The  spirits  were  hungry.  Not  wanting  to  end  up  on  their  bad  side  again,  he  pulled  his  headphones  over  his  ears  and  hit  play  on  his  walkman.  He  picked  up  a  broom  and  pretended  to  be  busy. @shotgunscn