Jesus Christ it's been a while since I've written... well anything for the FNAF Fandom and it kinda hit me that I reached a wall I couldn't break through with the original drabble series I was doing... SO I got the brilliant idea to rewrite them into an official story and kinda try to build them up a little more. Plus I now have a much better grasp on what I want to happen for the story now then I did when I was just making stuff up as I went. Also looking through the old drabbles... I just felt like I could have done so much better, hopefully this is something that can show that off!

Disclaimer: FNAF and all it's characters belong to Scott Cawthon. I have no ownership of the series at all, just the written interpretations and idea for this story.

Hope you enjoy!

Glimpse of the Past, Prelude of the Future

He sat in the corner alone, watching as a bunch of kids were running around celebrating someone's birthday or something. It was annoying to say the least… but it was better than being at home with a family who didn't understand him at all. Plus no one would look twice at him and just think he was someone's kid from the party.

Another plus to that was he could sneak some of the pizza and no one would really think twice. Well aside from a few of the parents that is, but the staff didn't need to know. He himself thought he could care less… that is till he saw a few kids following someone in a yellow costume down a hallway.

Something's not right… he thought, brushing some of his long dark brown hair out of his eyes. He stood up slowly, not to draw too much attention to himself and quietly made his way down the hall that the children walked down not long ago. He followed after the small group for only a few minutes before he started to doubt his own decision.

What the hell am I doing? I don't know those kids… and far as I know that yellow mascot's just an employee showing them to the bathroom or something… He almost stopped and turned around to go back to the party… but found himself still following after them even as they entered an "Employee Only" room. That's when he felt more nervous about what was going on.

He crept over to the door and listened in.

"Where's the cake mister rabbit?" a young boy's voice asked, he sounded so innocent. The boy listening in could practically picture a small five to seven year old with big puppy dog eyes.

"Ah, it's just one more room away kids," an overly enthusiastic voice sounded… probably the guy in the costume… but why would he need to take the kids this far from the party?

He listened to the footsteps waiting for them to fade away before sneaking into the room. Once inside his eyes widened at all the animatronic parts across the walls and the endoskeleton on the table. He'd never seen this much technology in one place before. Looking around though he couldn't really spot this supposed door with how packed everything was… though the one wall that didn't have much stuff on it seemed to be rather strange, compared to the rest of the room.

Just as he was going to check it out, playing into his curiosity on if it held any secrets that's when he heard it. The screams of children and something banging on the other side of said wall. He was frozen in shock from the horrifying screams, never having heard kids scream like that unless they got badly hurt… or something bad happened.

When he could finally move again he backed up and accidently knocked some animatronic parts over. His heart began to pound and from the way the wall began to open he grew fearful.

Move, move, MOVE NOW YOU MORON! His brain screamed, full on fear coursing through his veins as he began trying to run to the door… only to be tripped by the parts that fell and delaying him enough for the wall to be completely opened and for the person to see him.

"Now what's a little brat like you doing back here?" the voice practically radiated malicious intent.

One of the first things he noticed about the man was the color purple… it was everywhere on him. That was the biggest and only thing he noticed… till he was picked up by the front of his shirt and saw the dark silver eyes the man had… as well as the evil grin.

"No matter, got to cover my tracks after all."

The boy struggled as much as he could to get out of the man's grip as he was dragged into the hidden room. What the boy saw when they went in there made his blood run cold. A dark skinned young boy who looked no older than nine was slumped against a wall, blood dripping down from his head and broken glasses not to far from him. A blond girl who seemed like she was only eight was laying on her back, major stab wounds decorated her chest, her eyes were wide and unseeing but seemed to look in his direction. The last one had to have been the youngest, looking no older then six and had messy black hair that seemed to be caked in some of his own blood… and seemed to have taken the worst damage with all the blood that practically pooled around him.

Oh my God! Was the only horrified thought that crossed his mind as he slowly realized what was going to happen to himself. He realized it even before the man pushed him down to the ground and held him there… even before the man pulled out the blade. The boy struggled, cursing himself for being so weak against the adult.

"P-Please... I-I won't-" He tried to beg only to get himself cut off with the man putting the knife right on his neck.

"Tell anyone? When I'm done that will never be a problem," the man laughed evilly and before the boy could even think about trying to pull the knife away from his neck, the blade cut in.

A single golden eye opened wide as the clock struck midnight. A single metal hand rubbed at the exposed endo skeleton that made up his neck from the dream he had. The servos that worked with the fox ears atop his head lowered as much as possible, as the voice box rasped out as if he was trying to take deep calming breaths. As he slowly registered his own surroundings as well as the inability to actually feel where his hand met his neck he started to slowly calm down.

It was just a nightmare Foxy… It's already come to pass… Foxy thought to himself and slowly removed his hand from his neck and stared at it for a bit. His eye soon narrowed and a scowl crossed his face as he slowly closed the hand into a fist and hit the nearest wall next to where he reactivated, leaving a bigger dent in it then there was before from his previous "nightmares". Anger began to flood through his circuits as he heard the small click of the camera just outside his cove turning on.

The animatronic stomped his way over to the curtains that covered the entrance of his cove and glared through the little opening in them at the camera.

"So the bastards back once again, eh?" the fox growled, waiting for the red light to turn off before leaving the safety of his curtains. Once it did a sinister grin slowly made it's way onto his face as he laughed quietly to himself.

Foxy was going to have his revenge against the man in purple… even if it meant having to go through the small fries to get to him.

….

In the security room the newest Night Guard couldn't help but feel a huge looming sense of fear that felt stronger now than it did on his first night working here… It really didn't help that the Phone Guy explained that there was gonna be a new animatronic he had to look out for now.

"W-Why are they even trying to kill me in the first place?" the man questioned quietly as he pulled his hat off and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. His body shook as he saw the purple rabbit animatronic was already getting closer to his location through the cameras.

C-Come on Mike… j-just focus on conserving power… a-and surviving this place for the week!