Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria held an eerie, unsettling atmosphere after closing hours, especially to a young child such as yourself. The rumbling of machinery echoed throughout the cold, empty building, sending chills down your tiny spine. You scurried into Pirate's Cove and hurriedly climbed onto the stage, your sense of danger slightly decreasing the closer you got to the backstage. You rushed past Foxy and quickly shot through the door, making your way towards the couch. You hopped onto it and hid under your blanket, hoping you'd fall asleep before the nighttime security guard arrived. You would always hear their screams of terror every night, so you knew something dangerous might be roaming the building, at least during the night. That was most likely why you weren't allowed to wander around after he was in the building. But what you couldn't understand was why you couldn't wander around freely when full of other people, either. You spent almost all your time with Foxy while hiding in Pirate's Cove, only being allowed to leave to use the bathroom, or eat when the animatronics couldn't sneak food to you. Only after the clock struck nine and before twelve were you allowed to roam freely-- well, almost freely. You still had to be quiet due to the janitor and manager still present. You spend most of this time with Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy. Whenever you questioned them why you weren't allowed to let others see you, the answer would almost always be different.
"You're too pretty to be seen," or "We're all playing hide-and-seek," sometimes even the dull "Because I said so," or the "Because you just can't right now." But everytime, they'd add on that one day, you'd finally be able to, so you asked often.
"We'll tell you when you can" was your answer tonight. And with that, you were sent off to the Cove. How boring. Oh well, the only thing you can do for now is try to get to sleep before the guard arrives, or at least before he starts his screaming and crying. Hopefully they won't wake you like they've been doing for the past week.
You finally dozed off to sleep when the clock chimed 12. The guard entered the building and quickly made his way to his office, in the same manner as you when you rushed to your hiding spot. Once there, he plopped down into his chair and picked up his camera tablet, quickly checking on the killer animal robots.
They hadn't moved an inch.
He checked Pirate's Cove, hoping there wouldn't be a certain pirate fox staring back into the camera.
The curtains were still closed.
The guard sighed in temporary relief as he set down the tablet. Maybe they'd be going easy on him tonight. He certainly hoped so. He hated the way they'd stare at him though the windows with those black, soulless eyes, the expressions on their faces screaming out how much they want to strangle him, rip his limbs off, tear out his insides...
You shot up from the couch, being awakened by the pain-filled scream of a man, who you assumed was the guard. His screams of agony... you couldn't stand them. Terrified, you started to cry. Why was he screaming? Would he be okay? Would the animal friends of yours be okay? Were any of them getting hurt? Would you be hurt, too?
Foxy entered the room as the guard's screams slowly began to quiet down. He sat down next to you on the couch and pulled you into his lap. You looked up at him, tears rolling down your face.
"Everything's alright, lass..." The fox cooed as he began stroking your hair.
"I'm scared... can you sing to me?" You spoke quietly, wiping the tears from your eyes. The fox lowered his head and sighed. This had already happened four times this week. But there didn't seem to be any quicker way to calm you.
"Dum de dum dum dum..."
You rested your head on his chest, listening to his singing that was drowning out the cries of the troubled security guard. You thought about how your time living here was turning out so far. Even though you weren't allowed to really be outside of the Cove very much, you still enjoyed living with the animals. Even if it's only been a week, you considered them to be your family now.
Even though you spent most of your time with Foxy, Freddy was the papa bear. He was wise and strict, yet loving and playful. You didn't remember your real dad, but Mike told stories about him, and freddy best fit his description.
Bonnie became the big brother. He always acted cool and laid-back. He would tease and mess around with you, but never to a great extent. Whenever trouble hit, he was right by your side, helping or protecting you. Your real brother Mike was the same way.
Chica was the big sister. She was sweet, cheerful, and bubbly, but she has her sassy and hysterical moments, like when you first moved in. Mitchie was like that, too.
Foxy was the uncle. Protective like a father, a jokester like a brother, but can be caring like both. You only met him a few times, but your uncle Jeremy seemed like this as well.
You weren't so sure about Gold just yet, as you only spoke to him once, but for now, he'd be the cousin. He was mysterious yet sweet, and around you he was always smiling, much like your cousin Scott.
You even sort of had a family pet. Cupcake, the item that Chica often carries around, was actually alive like the others. It couldn't communicate like they could, but it could make squeaks. It could also move around by hopping forward. When the animatronics were too busy, it would come and comfort you when you were scared at night. It would also often visit you in the daytime when it wasn't with Chica.
The screaming finally died down, and you were fast asleep in Foxy's arms. He carefully layed you back down onto the couch and covered you with the blanket. He watched over you a minute longer, then quietly left the room to check on the guard, which was most likely dead.
When you woke up the next morning, the pizzeria was already opened to the public. But strangely, Foxy was missing from his cove. You wandered out of Pirate's Cove, deciding to search for him. When you entered the main dining hall, you noticed the others were also missing from their stage. But you also noticed your two friends from school, Dottie and Jasper. Grinning, you silently stolled over behind them and tapped their shoulders. Their eyes widened once they turned around to see you.
"[Y/N]?!" They exclaimed a bit too loud for your liking.
"Shh!" You covered their mouths, hoping no one heard them. Once you were sure you were safe, you slowly removed your hands from their mouths. But once you did, you received nothing but non-stop questions.
"[Y/N]? Where have you been? You haven't been to school at all this week, are you okay? Were you sick? Why--"
"Shush! Be quiet, I'm not supposed to be out here right now, I'll get in trouble if I'm caught!" You waved your hands in front of their faces, trying to silence them.
"...You're breaking the rules again?" Dottie asked, sending you a cold glare.
"Can you two keep a secret?" You asked quietly, ignoring Dottie's question and glare. They exchanged glances, then gave you a gentle nod.
"First, promise me you won't tell anyone. Not even your parents. Pinky-swear." You held out your pinkies, which were almost instantly wrapped around theirs.
"Okay... well... I live here now!" You chirped.
"You what?" Their eyes widened once again, this time their jaws dropped.
"Yep! I won a contest at the lock-in! The winner got to move in with the animals, and I was the winner! But for some reason, I'm not allowed to be around other people for a while, so I won't be at school. But once I'm allowed, I'll come visit you! I promise." You smiled at them, still receiving their looks of shock.
"Dottie, Jasper, it's time to go!" A woman called out, catching the two's attention.
"Gotta go, bye!" They waved and quickly ran off, too quick for you to remind them not to tell a single soul about your secret.
"Oh well..." You were about to turn around to continue your search, right when you noticed another familliar figure. He was sitting at a table, leaning over with his head hung low. He sounded like he was crying. You slowly approached the man to get a closer look. You soon realized it was your brother Mike. You were about to run up to his table, until another man-- who you quickly identified as your cousin Scott-- sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
"Mike... it's okay. We'll find them. I just got a job here, only as a waiter for now, but... I'll get to the bottom of this. I promise." Scott smiled to him gently.
"...Thank you." Mike looked up to his smiling face, wiping his tears away.
You started to run up to him again, but right before you entered into their sight, you were yanked away by a rough grip. You were then picked up and was quickly taken out of the main dining hall. Before you could say anything, you were already backstage at the Cove, and was sat down onto the couch, in front of an angry Foxy.
"Wow, what a run..." You said to yourself, remembering how long it usually takes to get to the main dining hall from Pirate's Cove.
"What were ye doin'?" Foxy asked you sternly, ignoring your remark.
"Looking for you! When I woke up, you were gone!" You answered, becoming afraid of how he was acting all of a sudden.
"But we said not t' go out there until we said ye could! Ye should've waited!" He raised his voice, resulting in you cowering.
"S-sorry..." You stuttered, starting to tear up.
"It's fine.." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Just... don't go back out unless we say you can, okay?"
"But I saw Mi--"
"...Okay..." You sighed and looked down to the floor. It'll be forever until you get to see the light of day again.
If you ever will.