FNaF City Criminal - CHAPTER 01: “Plan B”

“Michael, if you are hearing this, it means the plan didn’t work. You know what to do now. End tape.”

It didn’t work. Of course not. Nothing ever does. I pack my stuff and call Henry. Why couldn’t he just call me to begin with? Cassette tapes?? Really? Maybe he still thinks the government listens to his calls. But even if they did, would they really believe that a zombie is trying to hunt down old animatronics powered by children’s remnant juice??

I take my stuff and go outside. It’s still dark and raining. I can’t even tell if it’s day or night anymore. The dark grey smog always covers the sky and seems to follow me everywhere.

The raindrops feel cold and icy as they drop down on my face. Or at least I think they do. I haven’t felt anything for the past 4 decades. Ever since that scooper hit my chest, the only thing I’ve felt is anger and guilt. But still- probably wasn’t the best idea to wear a leather jacket in such weather.

I check my phone. He still hasn’t answered. Typical. He probably can’t figure out how to call someone. Henry is very outdated with his tech. The polar opposite to my father, who always was ahead of his time with technology. Maybe too much at times. I never really saw him at home. He was always working, or rather that’s what I thought at the time. He didn’t talk much about Henry either. And after the incident he barely even talked. Except when he wanted to use me for his devious deeds. That was all I ever was to him. A tool. A puppet.

My phone makes a “ding” noise and vibrates in my pocket.

It’s from Henry.

TO BE CONTINUED