I got the idea from listening to 'The Living Tombstone's "Five Nights at Freddy's" song. If you haven't heard it, you should definitely check it out. Enjoy!

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He remembered everything.

Sometimes, if he tried hard enough, he could remember things before the chip had been activated- things he shouldn't have known: the reason Fred purchased the diner. The look on Maria's face when Fred told her they were building a stage. The first time Maria made a pizza from scratch and the way the smoke billowed and engulfed the freshly painted walls- well, Fred didn't like that color anyways.

He was Fred's biggest dream, an aficionado since childhood of machinery and wonderment. He started as a rough sketch on the back of a cheap napkin. Maria always supported Fred even when others expressed their doubts. Sometimes, she was the only one cheering him on when defeat seemed inevitable.

Years went by and money seemed to disappear at the expense of keeping the diner running. Little by little, Fred saved his dollars, looking at the crude sketch on a crumpled napkin he had tried so hard not to discard in light of pursuing more realistic dreams. Today was the day. Bolt by bolt, beam by beam, Fred was ready. He built him with his own hands. He didn't believe it would be right for someone else to construct him, for someone else to build his dream. Fred made him his own, gave him the gift of life. That's what made him a piece of the family.

Fred built the endoskeleton among the castles of bolts and tools and- where did that wrench go?- all the while, Maria sat at the stage and sewed the suit. She hummed a tune, he remembered. Sometimes he hummed it, too, years later when all he had left to his name were the kingdoms of dust and ruin he called home.

But, at last, he was ready.

"What's that?" Maria asked as she sat down at the front table with their evening meal. Her eyes were quick to her husband's childlike awe that focused upon the parcel in his hands.

"It's a data-chip," he told her, proudly. "It'll make him different, one of a kind. He'll be able to interact with children. Not like those stupid buckets of bolts at Henry's place. It's a step towards the future, Maria. He'll be the first of his kind, and he'll have our name behind him."

"If he's going to be as smart as you think, maybe we'll just have robot staff and cut out all the lazy teenagers," Maria joked with a soft smile.

The next morning, Fred and Maria went to the diner early to insert the data-chip, the core of memory and intelligence that would make him who he was meant to be.

And just like that, he was alive.

"What should we call him?" Fred asked.

Surprised, Maria turned to her husband. "All these years and you never thought of a name?"

"I always just called him Fred junior." Fred said as he bound off the stage to take a good look at the machine he built. "Thought when the time came, we could call him something else. Something the kid's will like."

Thoughtfully, Maria looked up at stage. "Why not Freddy?"

"Really?"

"He's our first child, Fred. We made him, didn't we? You deserve this, and I don't want to hear another word about it," Maria warned as she swayed her hip into her husband.

"All right," Fred beamed. With an arm about his wife, he looked up at the smiling bear and with a chest full of pride and happiness, he said:

"Welcome to the Fazbear family, Freddy."

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Word of the animatronic's arrival at the Fazbear diner spread faster than wildfire. Soon, a plethora of children and adults alike came to the diner just to see Freddy in action and it was the cooking that got them to stay. Fred and Maria soon found themselves with more money than they knew what to do with. The diner became improved, repairs and renovations became commonplace. The building expanded and made room for more of Fred's handiwork.

But not before Freddy met another one of Fred's creations.

"Can you say 'hi'?" Fred asked while bouncing the baby in his arms. "Say 'hi', Maggie. Say 'hi' to Freddy!"

She was small and fast asleep in her father's arms, but Freddy felt something he had not felt before. Hundreds of children came through the diner doors. He danced with them, made them laugh, hugged them- but this child was different. When Fred finally turned to help Maria elsewhere, Freddy felt the need to follow. He felt the need to be there. When Maggie cried, Freddy felt distress. It wasn't enough for him to watch her from afar as over time she learned to bounce, crawl, teeter, and toddle. She needed to be cared for, Maggie needed someone to look after her when her parents weren't looking.

One day, while Fred and Maria finished clean-up in the kitchen, Freddy watched as Maggie toddled toward the stage. With such little fists, she pulled herself up the stairs, scooting across floorboards that only built dust balls against her purple skirts. Curiously, Maggie crawled closer to the stage's edge, peering down between the cracks in the floorboards. Further and further she leaned before suddenly, she slipped over the edge.

Tumbling down, destined for a hard fall, Maggie gasped, but before her head hit the banquet floor she froze midair.

Her feet dangled, swinging back and forth as she was lifted high into the air and back onto the stage. When her feet met the floorboards, she turned and looked up to see Freddy slowly moving his hands back toward his sides.

For a while, they stared at one another. The silence between them was heavy as Freddy didn't know how to react. He had never broken his rehearsed dance, never stepped out of line and engaged a human after hours.

"Hi, Freddy."

A wide smile set itself between Maggie's full cheeks as she laughed and danced in step beneath the weight of his shadow.

With happiness in his wires, Freddy tipped his hat and said fondly back, "Hello there, Maggie."

And with that, Freddy and Maggie became secret best friends. While her parents tended to the diner and the future creation of other animatronics, Freddy cared for Maggie. They would sing, dance, and play all day and all night- so long as no one else was watching. When school let out, Maggie would race to her family diner, just to tell Freddy all about the things she was learning.

True happiness was found in the Fazbear diner, the kind Freddy would never be able to forget.

Just like how he would never forget the tragedy that stole his happiness away.

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I hope you enjoyed! Let me know what you think. If it's something people are interested in I'll get to work on the next chapter! Thank you for reading!