[ Author's Note:

Hi, guys! I just wanted to thank you all so much. I've been getting a lot of nice reviews on this series. This is the last book, I'm not doing a Gold's Past or anything. Sorry. I just want to do 5 books. Here's the usual stuff:

- the FNAF characters are human

- Bonnie is a girl in this book.

- Freddy x Chica, Bonnie x Foxy

- Gold does not like commitment and is not dayin Springtrap. please don't ask me.

- the ideas and events portrayed in this book are mine. this is a work of fiction, any relation to something that happened in real life is purely coincidental.

- the children mentioned in the book are NOT cannon characters, rather OCs submitted by my readers on Wattpad.

Thanks. Onto the story! ]

{ Belle; May 2039 }

The school bus roared away, leaving Belle and her friend Cory at the stop sign. Cory was 13 where Belle was 17, but they were still pretty good friends, and often caused trouble on the bus together. The bus driver always had a wary eye on the two. Their houses were in opposite directions, so they waved goodbye and started off in different directions.

Belle walked quietly, swinging her arms in an exaggerated motion. Her sister, Elliot, stayed at home for the day because "her stomach hurt." Belle knew she was lying, but she didn't say anything to her mother. The sun lazily hung in the sky and the trees swayed in the light breeze. South Carolina didn't have much to do, but it sure was a pretty state. Sometimes Belle wished she could live in Florida like Aunt Bonnie and Uncle Foxy, because then she would be able to go to Disney World all the time.

Soon the house came into view. It was just like the others: red bricks, brown plated roof, and an oak door. The only thing that made her house different was the lawn. Her mother loved to decorate and make everything pretty, so rose bushes grew on either side of the door and two vibrant pink flamingos sat under the small tree. Belle couldn't help but roll her eyes every time she caught sight of the plastic birds.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home," she called as she opened the door and threw the backpack onto the kitchen table. A small yellow-brown cat walked up to her and purred, nudging her leg. "Hey, Carl," Belle cooed as she stroked the cat's fuzzy ears. Carl was the family cat. He was a little on the chubby side because he loved cupcakes and her mother never hesitated to feed him some.

Chica walked into the room, her straight blonde bob brushing her neck slightly. Despite being in her early forties, she still looked remarkably young. She beamed at Belle and walked over to her, giving her a small side-hug. "How was school?" she asked as she walked over toward the stove to stir a pot.

"As good as school can get," Belle laughed.

"Homework?" Chica inquired.

"Finished it in my free period," Belle sighed in relief.

Chica put down the spoon and walked back over to her daughter, stroking her hair. "I wish you would have just left it black. It was amazing, you getting black hair despite it running in the family. This white streak makes you look like a skunk or something..."

Belle pulled her hair out of her mother's hand with a huff. "Mom, stop. At least I didn't dye it all white," she retorted.

"Belle? You home?" Elliot called, poking her head into the kitchen. Her short brown hair rested on her shoulders in slight curls. Her lazy eye looked down towards the floor, but her other eye looked right at Belle, purple meeting blue. "Hey!" The smaller girl chirped, walking up to her sister. "Want to come play?"

"Play what?" Belle asked, groaning inwardly.

"I dunno, something on Xbox 420?" the brunette asked hopefully.

"Sure, Ellie. Let me get a snack first," Belle replied, drifting toward the pantry with her mouth watering.

The front door opened and a masculine voice drifted to the three girls' ears. "I'm home!" Freddy called as he walked in, immediately untying his bow tie.

"Dad!" Elliot squealed, rushing up and hugging Freddy. He smiled and ran his fingers through his daughter's hair. "Hey, Ellie," he said to her, then faced Belle, who was opening a box of cereal. "How was school, Belle?" he asked.

"Fine," Belle replied simply, grabbing a bowl and filling it with the cereal.

"Honey, why are you eating cereal? I'm making dinner!" Chica complained. "I'm even making your favorite - ramen noodles with some veggies."

"I don't like veggies," Belle said, crinkling her nose. "Just ramen."

"Well eating just ramen only gets you grain and the tiniest bit of protein from the flavoring. This way you can get vegetables too!" Chica explained, shaking the wooden spoon at her daughter.

Belle rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah," she grumbled, pouring milk into her bowl. She grabbed her backpack and slung it onto her shoulder, retreating upstairs to the attic where her room was.

When she and Elliot where little, they shared a room together. As Belle started getting older, she kept complaining to Freddy and Chica about how she wanted her own room. Eventually they had made the attic into a bedroom, and that was where she currently spent most of her time.

She climbed the ladder-stairs and closed the trapdoor. Setting her backpack on the bed, she pulled her iPhone 18 out of her pocket and hooked it up to her small speakers that sat on her nightstand, turning on some music. With a small sigh, she flopped down on her grey bed and closed her eyes, just relaxing and mouthing along the lyrics to the songs in between bites of cereal.

Her phone buzzed and she picked it up, reading the text. It was from her friend Al. His real name was Pierce, but his middle name was Albert, so he decided to go by Al. His message was a simple 'hey.'

"Hey, I'm surprised you aren't playing piano," she spoke. Her phone chirped once, signaling the message had been sent. Belle continued eating her cereal, lost in her music.

Al's reply came moments later. "Haha, yeah. I just wanted to ask you something."

"Fire away," Belle said. Her phone chirped again and she scooped another spoonful into her mouth.

"What are the answers to the math homework?" Al asked.

Belle laughed, shook her head, and ignored his message. She finished the cereal and set the bowl down on the bedside table, curling up on the pillows and letting out a sigh. It was quiet, aside from the music, for a good twenty minutes until Chica's voice came from downstairs.

"Belle! Dinner!"

Groaning softly, she dragged herself out of bed and opened the trapdoor, sliding down the ladder. Elliot was already at the table, as was Freddy. The two were talking about something that Belle probably didn't care about. She and her dad didn't have much in common, besides the blue eyes and slight anger issues.

Belle didn't necessarily have anger management issues, just a temper shorter than a leprechaun.

Streaming bowls of ramen noodles were set down on the table and Belle dug into hers right away. Chica also began eating, but Freddy and Elliot continued talking, occasionally taking a bite of the noodles.

As soon as she finished, Belle picked up her bowl and speed-washed it in the sink. "Thanks mom good dinner byeeee," she called, dragging out the "eye" sound in "bye."

Elliot had finished as well, and rushed after her older sister, grabbing her arm just as the tall black-haired teen was about to climb up to her room. "Wait, Belle!" the young brunette pleaded.

"Yeah, Ellie?" Belle asked, turning back to face the 15-year-old. Her sister was only two years behind her, but she acted much, much younger.

"You said you would play video games with me," she huffed angrily, putting her hands on her hips.

Belle couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, alright. Let's play. Bet I can beat you blindfolded," she challenged, making her way to the living room and powering on the game system.

Elliot smirked, picking up a controller. "You're on."