#fnaf missing children incident

[riahlynn101]

Whumptober: FNAF - Day One: Drugging

(Starting off easy, light whump).

Trigger warnings: Non-Consensual drug use, implied/referenced death, children being harmed (implied).

Takes place in the FNAF movie universe.

Characters: Vanessa, Mike, William, with some mentions of the missing children and Garrett.

Note: I already know everything in this will be proven wrong when the movie comes out on the 27th, but I hope you all enjoy this anyway :D!!

Implied (future) Schmelly (Mike Schmidt x Vanessa Shelly) near the end.

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The days following Garrett’s death were...hard. 

Michael could vaguely recall wandering the halls of his house, half-dazed, and on the rare chance he was forced to venture outside (back to school, to help out at the diner, or to help run errands), he stuck to the shadows, head bowed, and never, ever smiling. 

Harder still when his mother-breaking free from her catatonic state-decided she no longer wished to be a part of their family and fled in the middle of the day while everyone else was gone. She left just a single note dotted with water-stained marks. 

But life pushed on. If his mother’s absence hurt his father, he never said a word about it. And, after a couple of weeks, it was as if she’d never existed. All her possessions pushed to the back of their stuffy attic, just like….

The diner was closed down as well, which put a bit of a damper on his father’s usual jovial mood. It wasn’t due to lack of business, even with the incident, the towns folk routinely visited the little restaurant. There just wasn’t anything else to do (and the incident hadn’t happened to one of their children). 

Michael actually wasn’t quite sure what caused his father to shut down the location. He also never asked. He preferred not to speak anymore. Using his voice took too much energy, and there just wasn’t a reason to do so anymore. 

Besides his father, there was no one else that wanted to talk to him. 

His mother used to call him a chatterbox. Michael would follow her around the house prattling on and on about his newest drawing. He liked to point out the bright colors he used, the lines he painstakingly drew, and the backstory he came up with for the character while drawing. His mother rarely spared him a glance, moving about the house while doing chores. Michael’s father was much the same, though he would occasionally throw him a boon. (The red animatronic fox currently performing on the tiny stage to his right is proof enough of that). But Garrett….Garrett loved to listen to him talk. He would sit with Michael for hours on end, asking for more pictures. 

Michael hunches further over the table, a drawing pad in front of him. His father doesn’t trust him to stay home alone anymore, so he’s forced to come here after school. He hates it. The lights are too bright, the pizza tastes like cardboard, and everyone is way too loud. But saying anything about it means Michael has to talk to his father, and he has no energy left to argue. 

It’s the beginning of summer, so the restaurant is filled to the brim with families. He just barely got his usual booth. Thankfully, since it’s out of view of the animatronics’ performance, no one bothers him. 

The booth is closer to the hallway leading to the parts and service room than the stages. He prefers it only because people don’t wander over to him very often. Though, he hates sitting so close to the hallway. He always feels like he’s being watched.

Suddenly, a glass full of chocolate milkshake is placed down in front of him. Michael glances up at his father. “What?” He asks, remembering (just barely) to keep the sass out of his tone. He had been in the middle of drawing his millionth rendition of a warped-version of the Fredbear animatronic. 

(Sometimes he wonders where it is now. His father never brought it up, but it’s his life’s work. Surely he didn’t just throw it out. But then again…it was the thing that inadvertently caused Garrett’s death. Michael ignores the wave of guilt that crashes over him.)

His father laughs, ruffling Michael’s hair. “Sorry, didn’t know you were busy. Thought maybe you would like a milkshake, but if you really don’t want it…” He trails off, reaching for the glass. 

“No. I do want it,” Michael insists, grabbing the cup. “Sorry,” he mutters, bowing his head. 

His father tsks. “It’s been a hard couple of years, Mikey, but we’ve made it through. I promise it’ll get better. Much better.” His father pats his head and moves along. 

Michael gives a muted smile at his drawing pad. His father was never one for affection, and the last two years have felt like a decade, but maybe he’s right. Maybe things can get better. 

He continues drawing, occasionally stopping to take a drink of the milkshake. It’s one of his favorites and not something his father allows him to have very often. Though, through the chocolate he can taste something a little bitter. Michael thinks of not finishing it, but the allure of his favorite drink is too much to resist. Besides, he reasons, slurping it down, it’s probably nothing. 

He finishes up his drawing just as Freddy and the gang power-up for their umpteenth performance for the day. Michael yawns, feeling a wave of sudden tiredness pass over him. He looks around. The diner is less full now. Children are still crowded around the stage, but there’s less of them than before. There’s even less adults. The ones that remain sit on the opposite side of the diner chatting with their friends. 

Out of the corner of his eye, Michael sees something greenish-yellow move. He turns his head to look, but the room starts to spin. He rapidly blinks, hoping the action might help him wake up a little. 

It doesn’t. 

Michael slumps in his seat. His mouth feels strangely dry, and he has to fight to stay upright. “H-h-h…” he tries his best to get out. The words feel stuck in his throat, far beyond his reach. His tongue is suddenly too large for his mouth. 

Michael looks around, but no one seems to pay him any mind. The kids’ cheers cover up his pathetic calls for help. 

His eyes land on the opening to the hallway. Spring Bonnie-one of the original duo from Fredbear’s Family Diner-stands in the doorway. The rabbit, costume worn and frayed in some places, raises a comically large paw. It waves at Michael. 

In a last ditch effort to get help, he sticks his arm out. Distantly, he hears his sketchbook thud on the floor. No one even looks his way, too preoccupied in their own little worlds. Michael’s world tilts to the side, and then, all he knows is darkness. 

-x-x-x-

At eight-years-old, Vanessa knows two things for certain. 

One, if given the option, one should always choose strawberry milk over regular milk. 

And two, her twin brother is an idiot. 

Their parents allowed them the freedom to come to the restaurant unsupervised with the caveat that they remember the golden rule: don’t talk to strangers. A rule her brother evidently forgot the minute their parents were no longer in view, because all it took for her brother to break it was a large rabbit. In a way, it kind of reminds her of Bonnie. Both are bunnies with large ears and cute little noses, but that’s where the similarities end. While Bonnie is a blueish purple (depending on the light), the rabbit chatting with her brother is an ugly yellow. There are rips in the costume, and she briefly wonders where the restaurant had been hiding the hideous thing. 

She vaguely remembers another restaurant across town. But Spring Bonnie looked nothing like this rag-tag worn down thing. Besides, everyone knows the owner sold that restaurant after what happened to his son. 

“C’mon, ‘Ness,” her brother says, smiling brightly at her. He rejoins her at their booth, which holds all their prizes from the prize corner, their leftover Faztokens, and some of their plushies that they brought from home. On the opposite side of the restaurant, lurking in the shadows, the ugly-rabbit-thing waits for her brother. “We can eat all the pizza we could possibly want-”

“We can do that out here,” she interrupts, feeling a little uneasy. “Mom and dad left us with some money.”

“Yeah, but-but Spring Bonnie said there’s a surprise he wants to show us. Just us, ‘Ness, please.”

Vanessa shakes her head. “Mom said we shouldn’t talk to strangers, and I have a bad feeling about this. Please, maybe we should just go home.”

Her brother scoffs. “Goody-goody.” He stomps off back to that thing.

She puffs out her cheeks, frustrated with her stupid, dumb-dumb brother. “Fine!” She yells, though it’s hard to hear over the obnoxious kiddie music. Vanessa turns back to their table, tamping down her apprehension at the situation. 

She cleans up their table, stuffing their prizes and plushies into each of their backpacks. Vanessa ought to leave his stuff at the table, teach him a lesson, but she knows her brother. And if any of his plushies get stolen she’ll never hear the end of it. 

Slinging a backpack over each shoulder, Vanessa makes her way to one of the booths closer to the hallway. She slides onto the seat. It’s not ideal, but she can’t go home until her brother comes back. And she can’t go watch the performance, because she can’t stop worrying. 

Someone coughs. Well, less coughs and more sputters for air. 

Curiously, Vanessa peers over the table top. She sits on her knees, leaning over the table. “Hello…? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this table was taken. I can move.”

The person-a boy, a little older than her-lays sprawled out on the plastic seat of the booth. He continues to gasp for air, fingers twitching and eyelids fluttering. 

Vanessa sits back, unsure of what to do. Her parents taught her what to do in case she caught on fire, what to do if someone tried to bribe her to get into their car, and a whole host of other things. Things that won’t help her now. Except…wait!

She hops to her feet. “Stay there, I’ll be right back!” Vanessa might not understand what’s happening, but she doesn’t need to. All she needs to do is find a phone.

-x-x-x-

William stuffs the Spring Bonnie costume into the trunk of his car. It would be a pain in the ass to scrub the fabric free of blood later, but he doesn’t have the luxury of time right now. Someone called the police already. He can hear the screeching sirens in the distance. Time for him to get gone. 

He heads back into the pizzeria once more. Stepping around overly-energetic children, and worried parents who can’t find their kids, William makes his way over to his son. 

While Michael might be the cause of his wife leaving and Garrett dying, he is still William’s son. Through and through he is an Afton, and it’s for that reason that Michael is coming with him. 

He reaches the tiny booth, nestled away from the others. Drugging Michael was only so he could more easily sneak the kids out of the main dining area. He would have hated for his son to be a witness. 

For all Michael’s faults, the boy is actually quite intelligent. Even if he didn’t immediately recognize William behind the mask, he’d eventually put the pieces together. 

It was better for everyone that Michael remained asleep. 

“Come along, Michael. Time to go-” He gazes upon his son. “M-Michael…?” William furrows his brows. His son twitches in his sleep, gasping for air. He gently soothes back Michael’s sweaty bangs off his face. His son’s skin burns under his hand. 

Uh, oh, that can’t be good.

Maybe the dosage he’d given Michael was higher than he thought. He only meant to knock him out for a couple of hours. He wheezes again, spittle starts to leak from the corner of his mouth. 

“No, no, this isn’t good. Michael, wake up now. I need you to wake up,” William murmurs, shaking him lightly. “I need you to breathe.”

Michael hardly responds, beyond a small twitch of his head and a quiet groan. 

Worry pools in his gut. 

The sirens sound closer now, and he needs to be long gone before they get here. He makes a split-second decision. 

“I’m sorry, Michael. But I promise, one day, we’ll meet again.” He places his son back onto the seat. Gently, he combs his fingers through his son’s dark curls. He slinks back into the shadows, opting to take the backdoor out of the pizzeria. 

-x-x-x-

Vanessa chews at her bottom lip, watching the paramedics hurry into the building. They look mildly confused at first, so she directs them to the booth where she found the sickly-looking boy. 

He’s still there, and she doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. The paramedics move him to the floor, one of them stays hunched over him. The other, an older woman with graying blonde hair, turns to Vanessa. 

“Hey, you were the one that called us, right?”

She nods. 

“You did a very brave thing. Is it alright if I ask you some questions?”

“Uh, huh.”

“Okay, thank you. Uh…do you know his,” she gestures over to the boy, “name?”

Vanessa shakes her head. “No, I just found him there. I think I’ve seen him around here, but I don’t…uh…I don’t remember his name.” She steps from foot to foot. An old worry suddenly overtakes her. “Um…Miss…I- my brother. I can’t find him.” 

The paramedic frowns. “Oh, well that’s not good. I’m sure if you ask one of the nice police officers here, they’ll be able to help you.” She points to one of two police officers milling around the pizzeria. Vanessa hadn’t noticed them come in. 

Tears prick the corners of her eyes, and it’s all she can do to fight back sobs. She doesn’t know why, but seeing the police there makes everything feel too real, too adult. Like her brother being gone is serious and not just a stupid decision she can hold over his head for years to come. 

“Oh, honey,” the paramedic says, rubbing her shoulder. “It’ll be okay. Some other kids apparently went missing today as well, so I’m sure they’re just having fun somewhere else.”

Vanessa sniffles, wiping her eyes. “Real-really…?”

“Yes. Will you be okay to go tell one of the officers about your brother?”

Hesitatingly, she nods. 

“Brave girl.” The paramedic gives her one last pat on the head, before turning back to the boy. 

Vanessa ventures over to the police, hope blooming in her chest. Her brother will be just fine. 

Later, after they all learn that the children weren’t, in fact, somewhere else having fun. Vanessa will cling to her mother’s dress, guilt gnawing at her. The what-ifs and has-beens running through her mind. In between snotty tears and quiet sniffles, she’ll spot a leather bound book - no larger than a notebook or diary. It will be laying all alone, forgotten, near the booth she had first found the boy in. Curious, Vanessa will grab it on their way out, tucking it into her backpack. For the next two decades, it will become her guide. The strange drawings and ramblings of the artist make her feel oddly vindicated - it makes her feel seen. 

It won’t be until Vanessa’s well into her twenties that she’ll meet the artist. It won’t be until even later that she’ll recognize the boy she saved all those years ago. 

And, without skipping a beat, Vanessa will think to herself:

Some things are just meant to be. 

[tenebraevesper]

Five Nights at Freddy's: Nothing Remains, Night 18: Follow Me

''He's been waiting, abandoned and patient, so long (long). A savage masked ghost story from the past he roams (roams). He said: ''Follow me''. Follow, follow, follow… Over 30 years ago, when he took them down below, and tonight he walks again, so step inside enjoy the show. Follow me! Then you'll see! Follow, follow, follow, follow, but the truth is hard to swallow. Follow me! Then you'll see! Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow… Follow me, see a nightmare in action!''

 – Follow Me by TryHardNinja (Five Nights at Freddy's 3)

xXxXxXx

The children absolutely loved him, always cheering when he approached them and started to interact with them. He would sing, dance and play with them, enjoying seeing them being so happy. His purpose was to spread joy and he was taking his role seriously. He would always make sure that the children would smile whenever he was around. And then… And then…

Static had overwhelmed him, covering his vision, with an error message appearing in the bottom corner. He found himself walking down a dark, narrow hallway, stepping closer and closer to the office. Something felt incredibly wrong about this, as he had never been here before. It felt like a distant memory, but that was impossible. This place, while it may have existed in the past, was long gone at this point. He knew that he wasn't supposed to be here, but he had to wonder – how was this possible and why was he remembering this?

He looked up, realizing that he wasn't looking at the office anymore, but at the back room. It wasn't a human who was standing there, observing him, but a golden and green bunny with purple glowing eyes. He knew this bunny, and he was aware that he wasn't any of his friends.

He just smiled at him, recalling the memory again. This wasn't the first time they had met.

xXx

An icy feeling spread through his chest. Springtrap shivered, not sure why he was feeling like this. He wasn't feeling cold or anything like that, but there was a sense of dread and anticipation. While he could easily shrug it off as nothing, he knew better. The issue here was what happened that afternoon at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and, while it was brief, it was rather unsettling.

While Sam had been kept busy by an employee complaining about Puppet acting weird, Springtrap had kept an eye on Freddy as he interacted with a few children, but he wasn't paying that much attention to the bear animatronic. He was still thinking about his conversation with Sammy, grateful that his son decided to confront him and talk to him, but at the same time feeling guilt and regret that he hadn't done more for him. Sammy, and Michael and Elizabeth had suffered horribly because of him and now, it was too late for him to do anything. A mere apology couldn't give them their lives back.

As he looked up, still lost in his thoughts, he saw Freddy staring at him. It wasn't the kind-hearted, joyful look Freddy usually had when interacting with children. Instead, he was giving him a cold stare, his blue eyes flaring up. Then, the glow in his eyes faded and Freddy gave him a smug look. Springtrap was stunned, watching Freddy as he continued interacting with the children as if nothing had happened.

He still had no explanation for this and it was just another thing he had to add to his ''Problems I Need To Deal With'' list. Aside from his family and the animatronics, he also knew that he needed to figure out a plan how to find Connor, but that was easier said than done. While he and Sam had figured that Connor wasn't probably in the mindset to make rational decisions, they hoped that he would make a mistake that would reveal his location. As for what would happen afterwards... Springtrap shook his head.

You should think about this later. Now, the most important thing is Sam's birthday.

Aside from knowing that the birthday lunch would take place at Freddy's, he wasn't really sure what exactly Emma had planned to do afterwards. He had figured that she would just let Sam do whatever she wanted, whether it was socializing with her parents or playing games at the arcades. It was her day, after all, and she would be the one to decide how to spend it. He just hoped that nothing would ruin it.

xXx

Sam felt a knot in her stomach as she dressed up. Even though she was now officially seventeen, she didn't feel as if she had changed much, aside from becoming one year older. She was curious about what her mother had in store for her today and figured that she should simply focus on having fun. Exiting her room, she walked over to Springtrap's room and peeked inside, noticing him giving her a cheerful look.

''Happy birthday, Sam,'' he said as she walked inside.

''Thanks,'' Sam replied, smiling sheepishly. ''I suppose Mum told you why I haven't told you that my birthday would be today.''

''Yeah, she did. She also threatened me, in case I decide to do something stupid,'' Springtrap replied in a nonchalant tone. He then crossed his arms on his back, his ears lowering. ''Anyways, I apologize for not having any gift for you…''

''Hey, the fact that I have a friend I can rely on is good enough for me,'' Sam told him. ''It's the best gift you could give me.''

''I guess that Emma anticipated that answer when she told me that she doubted that you would want me to give you a gift for your birthday,'' Springtrap muttered, with Sam smiling.

''Well, she is right,'' Sam replied.

''Of course I'm right. What else did you expect?'' The two turned around, only to see Emma leaned against the doorway. She then walked towards Sam, holding something small behind her back. ''Happy birthday, Sam!''

''Thanks, Mum,'' Sam replied, with Emma hugging her daughter and giving her a small, cream-coloured box with a silver bow on it. ''What's that?''

''Frankly, I wasn't really sure what to get you, as I wanted it to be something you'll find useful, but I think I made the right decision with this one,'' Emma explained as Sam opened the box. Her jaw dropped.

''Mum, this is so awesome! Thank you!'' she exclaimed as she pulled out a silver heart-shaped locket. The top of the locket was engraved to look like as if angelic wings were forming the heart, with a purple gem encrusted in the middle. As Sam opened it, she noticed that she could insert photos into both sides of the locket. ''I love it!''

''I'm glad that you like it. I have an additional surprise for you…'' She then frowned, glancing at Springtrap. ''That is, unless Afton had told you about it.''

''Trust me, I didn't,'' Springtrap replied, crossing his arms and staring at Emma. Sam just tilted her head and then focused on placing the locket around her neck.

''He didn't tell me anything,'' she said, clipping the silver chain and adjusting the locket. ''Besides, even if I knew what this surprise is, I wouldn't care about it. I just want to enjoy my birthday for once instead of having to stress over it for no reason.''

''You're right,'' Emma said, nodding lightly. She sighed. ''I guess that I got a bit too worked up about this, especially since I didn't want it to be a disaster like the previous ones.''

''If you ask me, you did a great job organizing this one,'' Springtrap told Emma, who gave him a surprised look, obviously having not expected a compliment from him.

''Thanks,'' she said, albeit sounding a little reluctant.

''Also, could you two not argue today?'' Sam asked. ''I know that you love taking jabs at each other, but could you please agree on a truce, at least for today?''

Emma and Springtrap exchanged glances, knowing well that this wasn't exactly possible. While they knew that would quit arguing with each other for Sam's sake, not making sarcastic remarks about each other would be a bit more difficult.

''We'll try.''

''We can't promise anything.''

Emma and Springtrap said in unison, with Sam rolling her eyes, knowing well that it was just a matter of time before one decides to mess with the other. It was a habit none of them were really willing to give up on and, in a way, a sign that both were comfortable in each other's presence.

''Anyways, we are still waiting for Aaron to arrive,'' Emma said, looking at Sam. ''Once he's here, we'll show you what the surprise is.''

''Okay,'' Sam replied, with Emma exiting the room and going downstairs. She then glanced at Springtrap with a smug look on her expression. ''So, are we going somewhere?''

''You know that I cannot tell you anything,'' Springtrap replied.

''Then, we are indeed going somewhere,'' Sam said. Springtrap snorted, just shaking his head.

''You'll find out soon enough,'' he told her.

xXx

A few hours had passed, with Sam deciding to spend the time until her father's arrival by watching random YouTube videos. However, she couldn't focus much on the videos as something else was on her mind, something not related to her birthday.She glanced at Springtrap, who was sitting on her bed, leaned over and looking as if he was lost in his own thoughts.

''You know, I have noticed that I'm scheduled to work after hours today,'' Sam said, with Springtrap glancing at her. He remembered that Emma told him that she talked to Anthelm, who probably decided to give her that shift so Sam could spend most of her day celebrating her birthday. ''We could stay there a bit longer in order to see whether the Drawkills might stop by.''

''I agree that we should stay there for a while longer,'' Springtrap replied, albeit still looking a little absent-minded. ''It is worth a try to see whether we are going to encounter the Drawkills.''

''Okay, I just hope that…'' Sam trailed off as she heard the sound of a car outside. She quickly got up and rushed over to the window, looking outside, with Springtrap following her. She grinned. ''Dad!''

She then quickly ran out of her room, going downstairs. Springtrap didn't follow her, but instead went to his room, where he had a better view of the driveway. He noticed a man dressed in a red T-shirt and brown trousers exiting the car, with Sam running up to him and hugging him. The man hugged her back, excited to see her. As he let go of Sam, he brushed with fingers through his messy dark brown hair, pushing his sunglasses up, and gave her a boyish grin.

Springtrap calmly observed the family reunion, deciding not to introduce himself to Aaron Blackburn yet. He was actually waiting for the go-ahead from Emma, who too went outside, with Aaron greeting her. He seemed to be really happy to see her and even Emma looked quite relaxed in his presence. While Springtrap was glad for them, especially after seeing Sam being this excited about seeing her father, he couldn't help but feel strange about it.

In a way, this was the kind of family his own could've been, if it weren't for the fact that he was a remorseless monster who just wanted to satisfy his own selfish desires and didn't give a damn about his family. He then saw Sam rushing back inside the house, his ears lifting up as he heard her run past his room and into her own. However, a moment later, he heard her running back downstairs, now carrying a black bag and entering Aaron's car. He felt a knot in his stomach as he observed the two driving away and went downstairs, encountering Emma.

''I noticed that Sam and her father had left,'' he told her.

''Yeah, and you're coming with me,'' Emma said, grabbing her bag and her car keys. ''Aaron already knows where we are going and we will be meeting up with them at Freddy's.''

Springtrap nodded, following her outside and entering Emma's car, still silent. Emma glanced at him as she drove out of the driveway and on the street, noticing the blank stare on his expression as he looked through the window. She narrowed her eyes.

''Okay, Afton, what's wrong?'' she asked.

''I'm fine,'' Springtrap replied, not bothering to look at Emma.

''If you were fine, you wouldn't be this quiet,'' Emma told him. ''I know that you are upset about something. You can either talk about it or let it eat you inside out.''

''Honestly, I'm currently not in a mood for an argument,'' Springtrap replied.

''Suit yourself,'' Emma said, with Springtrap being a little surprised that she didn't press the issue. ''Besides, we did promise Sam that we wouldn't argue today, didn't we? Nevertheless, you should take care of yourself or you might end up losing your mind.''

''I know,'' Springtrap muttered, once again feeling a knot in his stomach. There was something he simply didn't want to admit to himself and he knew that, if he didn't confront his feelings sooner or later, he would regret it.

xXx

''Where exactly are we going?'' Sam asked her father, feeling a bit impatient. She was quite excited about the surprise her mother had prepared for her, even more when her father drove her to a quite familiar part of the town.

''Hey, calm yourself down Sam,'' Aaron told her, smiling. ''You don't want the surprise to get ruined, right?''

''I wouldn't mind it,'' Sam replied as they turned into another street. ''As a matter of fact, I believe that I already know where we're going.''

''Really?'' Aaron snorted. ''Well, Emma did mention that you'd find this place even blindfolded, so I guess that I shouldn't be that surprised.''

''Wait, so we really are going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?'' Sam asked, with Aaron nodding. She fist-pumped. ''Awesome!''

''I have a feeling that something had happened since the last time we had seen each other,'' Aaron said. ''You haven't been this cheerful since, well… I think the last time I saw you this excited was when I took you on that road trip last year to visit the most haunted places in Utah.''

''I guess I just got a lucky break this summer,'' Sam replied.

''If that's so, maybe we could go on another road trip,'' Aaron replied. ''Either that, or we could just have another Dead by Daylight gaming night. You still play as The Huntress, right?''

''Well, she is my favorite Killer and I usually dominate the game while playing her,'' Sam replied.

''That's true,'' Aaron muttered, remembering the many times Sam had managed to beat him, despite all the counters he came up specifically for her. ''I will give you a call then.''

''Sure, Dad,'' Sam said, knowing that, as much as her father wanted to have some bonding time with her while playing games, he would still dread the moment she decides to get serious in-game. ''But, don't get too disappointed when I beat you.''

''Challenge accepted,'' Aaron chuckled. A few minutes later, they had arrived at Freddy's, with both exiting the car and waiting for Emma to arrive.

''I'm not sure if Mum told you about it, but I had actually gotten a job at Freddy's,'' Sam said.

''She did talk about it, but she never specified what kind of job it was,'' Aaron replied. ''Are you working as a cashier or…?''

''Actually, I work as an animatronic technician,'' Sam told her father, only for Aaron to ruffle her hair, with a proud look on his expression. ''Hey!''

''I'm impressed by your choice,'' he told her, with Sam grabbing his hand and moving it away, then tried to fix her hair. ''Although, I didn't know that you were familiar with robotics, aside from having an interest in animatronics thanks to those games.''

''To be honest, I took the time to learn a few things about animatronics during summer and for this, I had some help,'' Sam replied. ''It isn't that of a big deal, though, and I'm still learning. Besides, all I currently do is keeping an eye on the animatronics and checking on them after the place is closed for any damage. Since they're still new, as this place has been open for a little over a week, there isn't much that needs to be done.''

''As long as you enjoy it, I don't see a problem here,'' Aaron told her, giving her a thumbs up. He then looked around. ''Ah, there she is.''

Aaron pointed at the entrance, with Emma waving at them. She was alone, with Sam wondering where Springtrap was, as she expected him to be here too. Maybe he's already inside. After all, we didn't see Mum's car anywhere on the parking lot.

As she and Aaron walked over to the entrance, she had to wonder how the encounter between Springtrap and her father would go. Her father was certainly less paranoid than her mother and had a rather lax approach towards anything problematic, sometimes acting a little airheaded. She knew that this was something that annoyed Emma, since she wanted him to take things more seriously, with Aaron's reply being that she should relax a little or else she'll just miss out on the joys of life.

''I do hope that you like the surprise,'' Emma told Sam.

''It's amazing!'' Sam replied excitedly. ''This is going to be the best birthday ever!''

''I'm pretty sure that you're going to say the same next year,'' Aaron said in a sarcastic tone. ''At least we know now where we are going to celebrate your birthday again.''

''We'll see,'' Sam replied as they went inside. ''Who knows whether this location is going to be still open until next year.''

''Why wouldn't it be?'' Aaron asked, with Sam shrugging.

Emma meanwhile approached an employee, talking to her about the reservation, while Aaron was looking around, curious about the place. Sam, meanwhile, was trying to see if Springtrap was nearby. Mum didn't really left him at home, did she? I mean, I know that she would rather drop him off at a scrapyard than bring him here, but still…

The employee directed them to a booth, as Emma didn't deem it necessary to reserve a party room since it would only be a lunch for three people. The employee then told them that she would get the food and drinks they had ordered and left. They sat down, only for Aaron's eyes to widen as he realized something. He facepalmed.

''Oh, damn,'' he muttered.

''What's wrong, Dad?'' Sam asked him.

''I forgot about your birthday present,'' he said in an apologetic tone.

''Don't tell me you left it back at home like last time,'' Emma said, her eyes narrowing. Aaron gave her a sheepish look.

''Don't worry, this time, I actually brought it. I just left it in the car,'' he said. ''I'll be back soon.''

Sam chuckled, while Emma sighed, rubbing her temple. The accident she was referring to had actually occurred last Christmas, with Aaron calling them and telling them that he wanted to spend Christmas with them. Emma agreed to it and Sam was excited to see her father. However, he was in a rush and had accidentally left Sam's Christmas presents at his apartment. Sam didn't really care about it, but she thought that it was quite hilarious when, a few months later, Aaron showed up with the Christmas presents, having swapped the wrapping paper for an Easter-themed one, and apologized for messing up.

''Honestly, if his head wasn't attached to his neck, he'd probably forget about it too,'' Emma muttered. Sam chuckled.

''Well, that's how Dad is,'' she said, her smile fading. ''Anyways, Mum, where is Springtrap?''

''I assume that he's somewhere inside the restaurant. That is, if he managed to find his way through the back door,'' Emma added the last part in a teasing tone. ''Besides, I doubt that it would be that hard to miss a bunny animatronic, so you will just have to wait for him to appear.'' She then leaned her chin against her hand. ''He did look upset though, but he didn't want to talk about what was bothering him.''

''I hope you two didn't get into another argument,'' Sam said, frowning.

''No, we didn't,'' Emma replied. ''However, I do believe that you and Afton are going to have a conversation later on. He's more willing to talk to you about his issues than to me.''

Sam nodded. A few minutes later, Aaron approached them, holding a box covered in shiny white wrapping paper, with a red bow on the top.

''Here you go,'' Aaron said as he placed the box in front of Sam. ''Although, I think you already know what it is, since you've been telling me how you wanted to buy it by yourself.'' He sat down, turning to Emma while Sam unwrapped her birthday gift. ''What did you get her?''

''This!'' Sam answered instead, holding up the locket, with Aaron nodding.

''It's really pretty,'' he said. Sam just smiled and continued unwrapping the box and opening it, revealing a VR headset.

''Thanks, Dad! I can't wait to test this out!'' she said.

''Don't use it too much, though, as it is going to overheat and you will end up with a headache,'' Aaron told her, giving her a bitter smile. ''I actually hoped to get you an early access to the VR game my team was working on, as I feel that you'd love it, but per company policy, I'm not allowed to leak anything.''

''Really?'' Sam asked, feeling both excited and disappointed. ''Couldn't you at least tell me what it is about?''

''I'm sorry, but I can't. Besides, it's still in the beta stage and needs to be tested,'' Aaron replied. ''However, I can assure you that there will also be a Halloween-themed DLC, so you have something to look forward to after the VR game comes out. I will also give you a call when it does come out.'' He then pointed with his thumb at the stage with the animatronics. ''Although, that doesn't mean that I cannot give you any hints. I'm sure that you had already heard about the announcement of the game.''

Sam's eyes widened as she realized what he was talking about. Her heart was racing and she felt thrilled, having a good idea what kind of game this would be. While she had forgotten about it, as the announcement had been made several months ago and had no new updates, not even the name of the game, she felt hyped for it now that she got a confirmation from her father.

''Could you at least tell me the name of the game?'' Sam asked. ''I doubt that knowing the title is going to be much of a problem.''

''Well, I guess that it wouldn't,'' Aaron muttered as he thought about it. ''It's called Help Wanted.''

''I see,'' Sam grinned. While it was just a title, her mind instantly went into overdrive as she started speculating what the game would be about.

Eventually, the employee returned with the pizza and the drinks they had ordered, along with a Faz-Tokens Pass for Sam, which had been included in the birthday package Emma had reserved. Sam felt quite content as she at the pizza, but she still had to wonder where Springtrap was and what exactly he was upset about. Not to mention, he was also supposed to be a part of this celebration, as he was her best friend. She glanced at her mother, who was talking to her father about work and life in general, sounding as if everything was normal.

Well, in a way, things are relatively normal. Sam leaned back, crossing her arms as her eyes narrowed. On the other hand, if there's anything I have learned is that not all things are what they seem. My family isn't perfect, even though it seems as if it is. She then smiled. Nevertheless, it's not that bad.

''Anyways, Sam, what about you?'' Aaron turned to his daughter. ''I know that you work here now, but I'm curious whether there's anything else currently going on in your life.''

''To be honest, there kind of is…'' Sam muttered, only to get cut off.

''You know, you should look a bit more cheerful on your own birthday.''

''Springtrap!'' Sam was relieved to see Springtrap, smiling as he approached them, holding up a tray with the birthday cake. She glanced at her parents, noticing that Emma was a bit apprehensive, while Aaron looked quite interested in the bunny animatronic.

''I didn't know that you had agreed on having animatronic deliver the birthday cake,'' he said, glancing at Emma.

''Honestly, I would've been more satisfied with any other animatronic, but we just had to get this one,'' Emma replied, frowning as she looked at Springtrap, while Aaron gave her a puzzled look. He didn't really understand why Emma disliked the bunny animatronic so much.

''I know that you are worried, especially since you couldn't decide who'd be your daughter's friend and personal entertainer, but trust me, I only have her best interests in mind,'' Springtrap told her, with a rather smug look on his expression.

''Honestly, I feel as if I'm missing out on something,'' Aaron said as he leaned back, looking at Springtrap and Emma. However, before any of them could explain anything, Sam had intervened.

''Dad, meet Springtrap,'' Sam said. ''He's the reason why I decided to learn more about animatronic technology and why I work here. Also, he's quite unique.''

''Really?'' Aaron asked, giving Springtrap a curious look. ''What do you mean by that?''

''The truth is that I'm a highly advanced animatronic left behind by one of the former owners of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and that I was found by your daughter,'' Springtrap explained, glancing at Sam. ''Not only did she salvage me and brought me to her home, but she also attempted to repair me and mend what was broken. Rest assured, she did an amazing job.''

Aaron whistled, looking quite proud as he turned to Sam. ''You know, you could've told me about your friend over here a bit earlier. I wouldn't have minded…'' he trailed off as he realized something. ''Wait, you brought the animatronic home?''

''Yeah,'' Sam replied, with a sheepish look on her expression. ''Spring is kind of living with us. His AI and his memory had also been left in tact and he has extensive knowledge in robotics, so he was also the one who helped me learn how to handle animatronics.''

''I see,'' Adam nodded. ''Well, whoever built that bunny was quite a genius.''

''Thank you,'' Springtrap said, with Sam chuckling, while Emma just glared at him. He then set the cake on the table and sat next to Sam, with them being across Emma and Aaron. ''You won't mind if I join you, then?''

Aaron and Sam shook their head, while Emma just gave him a cold look, biting her lip. She then took a deep breath and reached for the knife that was on the tray, starting to cut up the cake. She had actually been questioning her decision about also bringing Springtrap here, as she had a bad feeling that he would say or do something that might ruin this little party.

''You know, Emma, maybe we should've taken a few photos before you decided to massacre Sam's birthday cake,'' Aaron said suddenly, with Emma turning to him, only to realize that she accidentally cut up the cake into uneven pieces. She then glanced at Sam, who gave her a worried look.

''I'm sorry, Sam,'' she muttered, putting the knife down.

''It's okay, Mum,'' Sam replied, already knowing what was bothering Emma. ''Honestly, I'm really enjoying myself and I'm glad that my birthday turned out to be like this.''

''Sam is right,'' Aaron added. ''You should relax a little, considering there really isn't anything you need worry about.''

Emma didn't reply, but instead glanced at Springtrap, who just nodded, making it clear that he wasn't here to cause trouble and that he would stay true to his word. While she didn't trust him, she knew that he wouldn't want to disappoint Sam.

''Okay,'' she sighed. ''As long as nothing happens…''

Sam, Springtrap and Aaron were just glad that Emma had finally lowered her guard down. They knew that she was stressed about this whole thing, with Sam and Springtrap being aware that Springtrap's presence made her even more anxious than usual, so it was a good sign that she decided to listen to them. Emma then poked with her fork at what had remained of the strawberry cake, giving them all a nervous look.

''I hope that you don't mind having to eat a cake that looks like it went through a shredder,'' she said. Springtrap and Aaron gave her amused looks, while Sam chuckled, already putting two pieces of cake on her plate.

''No, I don't mind it at all,'' she replied, taking a bite.

xXx

A bit later, Aaron and Sam decided to waste the Faz-Tokens on the basketball arcade game, while Emma remained back at the booth, leaning against the seat and trying to relax a little. However, this proved to be quite difficult considering Springtrap was sitting across her.

''I thought that you'd be staying close to Sam,'' she told him.

''I don't think that's necessary since Aaron's with her,'' Springtrap replied. ''Besides, I figured that you might want company.''

''You're wrong,'' Emma replied. ''The last thing I need is your company.''

''Really?'' Springtrap snorted. ''I remember you telling me that, if there's something I'm upset about, that I should talk about it. However, I believe that the same applies to you as well.''

''Okay, then. If you want to have a conversation with me, Afton, then you'd have to tell me what exactly was bothering you,'' Emma said, tilting her head. She noticed Springtrap's ears lowering, with him avoiding eye-contact. Emma figured that he wouldn't talk, as he remained silent, but then he looked back at her, his eyes glowing in a faint purple.

''Fine,'' he said. ''I admit, I was feeling jealous at Aaron, and I know that I'm sounding like an idiot.''

''Well, you are an idiot, but I don't think that's the point here,'' Emma replied. ''I assume that you weren't really sure how to handle Aaron's visit, especially considering how you decided to act as if you were Sam's father during the past few weeks.''

''I think the more appropriate term would be 'father figure', but you're right,'' Springtrap said. ''In the end, I was upset over nothing, just as you were.''

Emma rose an eyebrow. ''What?''

''Let's be honest, you don't want me here,'' Springtrap replied. ''The only reason you even tolerate me is because of Sam. However, I have promised you that I wouldn't do anything that would ruin her day and I kept my word.'' He grinned. ''Yours, on the other hand…''

He quickly shut up as he saw the icy glare Emma gave him.

''You are right, I did expect you to do something wrong and it irritates me that you're actually trying to be a decent person,'' Emma told him.

''So, you don't believe that I can actually be a good person,'' Springtrap replied her, with Emma looking a bit stunned by that reply. She then shook her head.

''Afton, you-'' Emma got cut off by Springtrap.

''Listen, I understand why you don't want to trust me and, honestly, I'm not going to ask you for it. Nevertheless, I'd like to thank you for at least tolerating my presence,'' he told her. ''If it weren't for the circumstances I found myself in, I wouldn't even be part of your and Sam's life.''

''I hate to point it out to you, Afton, but if you didn't decide to involve yourself in Sam's life, I doubt that she would've been able to overcome her own issues,'' Emma replied, biting her lip. ''So, thank you for that.''

Springtrap stared at her, stunned. He then nodded.

''You're welcome,'' Springtrap replied, knowing that this wasn't something Emma really wanted to admit. ''At least I had managed to make one person happy.''

They were silent for a while, with Emma glancing past Springtrap, looking a little confused.

''What is that animatronic staring at?''

Springtrap turned around, noticing Showtime Freddy staring at a what Emma probably thought to be empty space. However, what he saw was a little boy in a black and white stripped T-shirt, looking back at Freddy. Sammy then turned to his father, smiling and then ran away. Springtrap sighed in relief, glad that Sammy wasn't afraid anymore of the animatronics. However, the joy he felt was replaced by a sense of dread when a wave of static briefly overwhelmed him.

Something's wrong.

''Hey, what are you-'' Emma didn't even finish her sentence as Springtrap suddenly stood up. At the same time, Aaron and Sam had returned, with Sam holding a Showtime Bonnie plushie she got from exchanging the tickets at Puppet's prize corner. She and Aaron were arguing playfully over their respective scores, when Sam noticed the alert look on Springtrap's expression. However, she decided to stay calm, especially after seeing the puzzled look Emma gave Springtrap.

''Hey, guys, guess who managed to beat Dad at that basketball arcade game,'' she said, drawing Springtrap and Emma's attention. Aaron ruffled her hair, grinning.

''Yeah, only because I let you,'' he said. Sam snorted, stuffing the plushie into her bag and glanced at Springtrap.

''I'm glad that you're enjoying yourself,'' he told her, with Sam noting a faint purple glow in his eyes. ''Anyways, before I forget about it, there is something I want to show you.''

''Sure,'' Sam replied. Despite his calm demeanor, there was something in Springtrap's tone, telling her that there was a problem they needed to deal with. She glanced back at Emma and Aaron, one being suspicious, while the other was curious. ''I'll be back soon.''

''Follow me,'' Springtrap said. Sam nodded, relieved that her parents didn't question any of this and followed Springtrap through the restaurant. It didn't take her long to realize that he was leading her to the hidden back room. She looked out for employees, but nobody seemed to be paying attention to them. Well, no one except for the animatronics. Sam's eyes narrowed as she saw Showtime Foxy who, while talking to a few children, rose his head and looked straight at them. He didn't follow them, though.

''What's wrong?'' Sam asked Springtrap as they entered the empty corridor.

''I'm not completely sure, but I just have this weird feeling… It's the same thing that happened when Sammy tried to contact us,'' Springtrap told her, pointing at the hidden back room. ''I had figured that it would be better if we get away from the crowd and go somewhere where people wouldn't think to search for us.''

Sam just nodded, following Springtrap inside once he opened the door. However, the moment they stepped inside the room, Sam's vision became blurry while Springtrap got overwhelmed by static once again. They could hear the door close behind them. As her vision cleared, Sam looked down, noticing a pool of dark red liquid on the floor. Stunned, she took a step back.

Blood?

She looked up, her eyes widening in shock. Five animatronic mascots were leaned against the wall, all of them having blood flowing through the gaps in the costumes. Not only that, but when Sam took a step forward, she could see glassy eyes staring back at her through the masks they were wearing. She clenched her fists, shaking, and glanced back at Springtrap. He had a look of shock and horror on his expression, but it then was replaced by a frown as he realized what was going on.

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#Five Nights at Freddy's: The Untold Story (Masterlist)

[actual-arrrchie]

the sketches are shit but you get the vision

[horrorfcb]

These are the periods and characters that stand out within the AU - Five Nights at Freddy's: Happy Days. Nothing revolutionary, but with some differences.

[skeletoninthemelonland]

a glimpse of what their early dynamic looks like

[r7inyz]

happy mci day *breakdances*

(this drawing is so ugly and i literally drew it in like 2 hours but OH WELL happy june 26th guys)

[pikolswonderland]

Reblog if you agree

[ghostsessioned]

i'll know, i'll know.

[dalekofchaos]

Found this comment on a FNAF lore video

"Anyone willingly living in Utah deserves everything coming to them"

[superstarzolar]

spooky ghost children (alternate version without the million filters under the cut ((i think… still learning how to use/format tumblr)))

[koerinz]

decay 4 1

[idle-teen28]

Me normally : i luv William afton, like look at this hottie cutie patootie, i kno he kills but i also... *starts squealing demonically* Also me the second i read sad fnaf, watch sad vhs videos and listen to music boxes : *starts tearing up dramatically* how could a person be so cruel like this?, like, THOSE INNOCENT KİDS TRUSTED HİM AND HE JUST KİLLS THEM OMG, THEY DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS, İ FUCKING HATE WİLLİAM AFTON İ HOPE HE BURNS İN HE-*STARTS CRYING DRAMATICALLY*

[latastybastardfish]

Found this at some abandoned pizza place that shut down in 1997

Not sure who made this maybe a few kids drew this as a group effort? Idk or give a fuck to be frank

[darthpastry]

Too much of the FNaF fandom thinks that William Afton stuffed the children into the suits. Does the Give Gifts Give Life mini game mean nothing to you?? “So what did William do with the bodies” idk. We’re talking about the smartest idiot who decided to hide from ghosts in a springtrap suit while sweating profusely. He probably just threw a stained tablecloth over them and called it a day.

[horrorfcb]

Susie, our sweet Chica! The kind of sweet and sweet girl, very naive.

As I said in previous posts, she easily falls for Fritz and Cassidy's antics.

She gets along very well with Gabriel who always accompanies her as they are not as intense as the other two.

Even though she plays pranks on Susie, she is Cassidy's protege, who goes after anyone who tries to bully Susie, and that includes Michael and his bully friends.

Susie has a dog called Clementine, which she got from her parents. As mentioned in one of the several books, Susie is older than her sister Samantha, but more childish than her.

My Susie is like a parody of Fluttershy from MLP, like a sweet animal-loving girl.

Regarding its designer, we have the games official that resembles how it is in graphics. However, I chose the braids to reference the third story of Fazbear Frights 4: Step Closer, "Coming Home".

I didn't adapt the "wild and talkative" personality from this story because it doesn't look like she does in the games, and it would look too similar to Cassidy and Fritz if I did.

[r7inyz]

greetings after a bit of art hiatus i return with my fnaf MCI designs. please don't kill them (doing charlie emily and cassidy later...)

silly guys