Introduction: What am I going to read?
(Hopefully something you'll like, but I won't make any promises.)
Hi guys, welcome to my first attempt at writing fanfiction.
First of all, thanks for clicking this story. Writing is my hobby, and I'm truly enjoying plotting, designing and writing this story. The idea that someone else might get joy out of it, really brings joy to me. Even if you're the only one who will read this, believe me you made my week. Second of all, English is not my first language, and once again... total noob here! What I mean with this is that concepts popular in fanfiction are completely alien to me. Besides that, don't be afraid to correct my grammar. On that same point, comments, suggestions, and criticisms are all appreciated.
With that being said, this is what my story will be like:
+ Pretty canonical, specially at the beginning. The story follows the main plot line of FNaF, told from the POV of the five murdered kids throughout the years. In other words: no gender bending, and little OC's. We will dig in on the canon characters tough, and expand the universe of FNaF with new concepts and ideas.
+ Pretty long. I will try to update the story weekly either on Friday or the weekend. If that's not the case, except the newest chapter on a weekday.
+ Mystery, drama and suspense will be the main ingredients of the story. Relationships may arise eventually, but will not be the main focus; this is not a romantic story.
+ This story is based on fan-made and personal theories. If you'd like to discuss your personal theories with me, you're more than welcome; just don't expect to see them on next week's chapter.
+ I'm working on a drawing for the book cover. Don't worry, it's coming, just not tomorrow.
Disclaimer: The Five Nights at Freddy's franchise and its characters are owned and created by Scott Cawthon. I don't own anything in this story that is made purely for entertainment purposes.
Now, without further delay, I present to you the first chapter of The ones that were lost. Enjoy :)
Chapter 1: On a rainy Tuesday...
If you are listening to this, you've heard the stories; you think you know who I am. But I'm going to tell you this: my name is not Bonnie.
Long ago, we were like you. We had innocence, we had love, families, and dreams. We had a future. But now, I'm tossed on the floor; a bunch of rust and dried blood. What remains of my friends is some scrap metal, and a book. And what remains of me are my torso, two limbs, and this cassette recorder. And by my side, is an open safe. Listen to our pleading, while we still have a voice that can remember our story.
It all began, on a rainy Tuesday.
"C'mon Mom! Can't we go to see Freddy?" I was sitting on the kitchen table, rubbing my cutlery against it. The afternoon sun shone brightly through the windows of our small apartment. But for me, it was a palace. Mom was washing more dishes than our tiny sink was made for.
"I'm so sorry Brandon. I wish we could, but it's a bit difficult right now, you see?" She walked to where I was sitting, and knelt in front of me. "I'm sorry sweetheart." She smiled her apology.
"But… it's my birthday… and you promised…" I looked down, feeling how little tears came to my eyes.
"Sorry. I wish I could give you a nice big party with lots of presents, but…"
"I don't want presents Mom!" I threw my knife and fork on the floor, and watched angrily as she looked down on them. "I want you! I want my friends! I want you to keep your promise of going to Freddy's when I turned eight! I want… I…"
I couldn't speak anymore. I got a knot in my throat as she slowly picked up my fork and knife, sobbing. "I'm sorry Brandon, I am. We will go to Freddy's for your brother's birthday, and we will celebrate yours then!" She wiped away her tears, and grabbed my cheeks with her warm, soft hands. "Please, it's only in three weeks!" A weak smile appeared on her face. I was about to nod, when the door opened.
"Hey guys, how was…" My brother stood still at the door, a worried expression on his face. "Is anything wrong?" His tattered backpack was slinging on his shoulder while he quietly closed the door. For being just three years older than me, he was way taller, and not so skinny. He walked to our table, and with his hands in his pockets, looked at our teary eyes.
"Nothing Sean, don't worry. It's all fine." said Mom, still sobbing a bit while she stood up.
"Ah-ha... it's this stupid birthday thing, isn't it Don?" he looked directly at my red and puffy eyes, a smug smile on his face.
"Yeah b- but i- it's okay brother… really!" I rubbed my face with my shirt's sleeve, and smiled so widely that my lips hurt.
"Nah… stand up private!" he shouted in a military tone while suddenly standing strong and rigid like a policeman. Like Dad, in the pictures that Mom used to show us.
"Yes SIR!" I jumped from my chair, and saluted my brother. He returned the salute, came by my side, and put his hand on my shoulder.
"Madam Sergeant!" barked my brother, as Mom's eyes jumped from son to son while amusement led away to confusion.
"Umm, yes Sean?"
Seeing that he got her attention, he dropped the act. "Can we do Don's party today, and just order a pizza or something on my birthday?" We both looked at him with puzzled faces and furrowed brows.
"Are you sure Sean? You really seemed to look forward to your party?" asked Mom.
"Me? Nah, it's okay. I really want Don to have this. Besides, I'm getting a bit old for that place, don't you think?" A lie we could all see though. Even at eleven, he loved Freddy Fazbear's as much as the first time he went in there.
Mom rolled her eyes and tapped her foot. With a sigh, she looked at us sternly. "It's a Tuesday, which means I'll have to work. Ferny's father can drop you off, I know he's not really… busy. Do you want me to invite Sarah as well?"
"YES!" we both yelled in chorus.
Mom shook her head, picked up the phone, and smiled. "Boys will be boys."
During our bedtime stories, Mom used to tell us that when it rained, angels were crying.
And as Mr. Mendez' stuffed car came to a halt, we were welcomed by an almost empty restaurant, two security guards in purple uniform, and a light drizzle. It took a lot of willpower from Mom's part to convince Ferny's and Sarah's parents to have the party today, even while she was paying, but Sean kept insisting that I deserved having it my way for once.
With an awkward thank you, we stepped out of the car; four kids looking forward to having some fun on a weekday, in the one place they knew and trusted like the back of their hand.
"Hey guys, watcha doin' here?" Jeremy leapt out of his chair behind the counter, smiling. He was a second cousin of ours who always managed to get us discounts. "Oh, I'm sorry. That's right! Happy birthday Brandon!" He stretched his long arm over the counter to shake my hand.
"Thanks man, you remembered!" I smiled back at him, while Sean handed him the $50 bill happily. Jeremy held it against the window.
"Is Freddy coming out yet?" Sarah asked tenderly, her golden hair and cute freckles lighting up her face.
"Sarah, you know it's at five. Just wait a little, we can still get good seats." answered a slightly irritated Ferny. Sarah crossed her arms and stuck out her tongue. It was fun to see how she always acted under her age, while Ferny did the opposite. They were both nine, and good friends of ours since kinder.
"Alright, four tickets, usual package, one pizza slice and one coke for each of you." Jeremy gave us the tickets and handed Sean some loose change, all in quarters. It was more than it should be.
"Jerry…" whispered Sean, but Jeremy shut him up with a wink.
"I'll pay it all back once I get promoted to security guard." he said while rubbing an imaginary badge on his purple and white shirt. "Besides, it's your uncle who you really have to thank for all of this." I turned to Sean for answers, but he only raised his shoulders.
"Anyways guys, we have a surprise for you. A family member is visiting Freddy! And he's great! I may even say… golden!"
Author's note:
So, now you know the gist of it. As you could see, this was mainly just an introduction to our main characters and the narrative. Once again; comments, suggestion, and criticisms are all appreciated. And if you want to keep reading this, don't forget to Follow or Fav; that'd mean the world to me. Anyways, take care, read books, and watch the doors. Chapter 2, The taste of blood, will hopefully be added next week Friday. See you then!