I said I wouldn't upload this until my crossover was finished. I guess I lied.
VERY, VERY, VERY IMPORTANT. READ THIS PARAGRAPH BEFORE CONTINUING ON:
Okay now this story takes place after my fnaf trilogy, starting with Facing the Past and ending with Facing the Darkness. Now I don't want to force the readers who haven't read the trilogy to read them and then this, so I will do my best to introduce you guys to all the existing characters that exist when they come up. But if you all have any questions about them when we get to them eventually please ask away. Also I do suggest if you haven't to still read the trilogy. Now I won't lie, the first two stories at least may not be the best. I had to write them on a crappy writing program since I didn't have Microsoft Office at the time and also I didn't plan everything as smoothly as I should. But I don't think you will regret reading them still. Plus I do want to rewrite them so if you are reading this in the future, maybe you will be lucky enough to see the rewrites and can read those ones instead if they exist.
Now this paragraph is for those who have been reading my stories for a while and know about my crossover. I will still be continuing that story, but I have been so busy with personal stuff I just haven't had the time. I am honestly close to updating it, but I have been very distracted with this story to the point I just had to upload this because I have been very excited about it.
The little boy watched silently from behind his hiding place under a nearby table, as his father talked to his business partner. His dull grey eyes locked onto their faces. His father's face was shark-like, thin and narrow with daggers for eyes and a sharp and dangerous mouth stuck in a permanent frown. The business partner's was a drastically different, almost teddy bear-like, face, with large and round with soft kind eyes and a gentle smile. The two were complete opposites. From their faces to their drastically different heights. His lean and tall father was practically towering over the larger, fat man.
Even the ways the two stood seemed completely different. His father stood tall and proud, hands clasped behind his back which dared not to even slightly bend down. His head remained up, nose in the air, forcing him to look down upon the fatter man.
The teddy bear of a man didn't seem to mind the cold looks the boy's father would give him, instead just casually leaned back with his hands stuffed in his pockets. A goofy smile slightly spread across his face as he looked up at the taller man.
"I'm telling you William, this is going to do wonders for both our businesses!" the round man proclaimed. The little boy tilted his head, confused as to why he seemed so cheerful. All the other men his father would meet with always seemed just as serious and uncaring as his father. This was different. This was interesting.
"Well I hope you are right Fred." The boy watched as his father started to walk a few paces closer to his hiding spot, seeming to pick up some files before returning back to the other man. "You know; I don't normally get involved with these kind of things."
"Oh I know Will, but you won't regret it in the slightest!"
The father sighed irritably. "How many times must I tell you not to call me by Will!? It is William to you, Fazbear!"
Fred held up his hands in surrender. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Calm down now William. I just thought we could be a little more...friendly to each other." He chuckled nervously. "I didn't mean to push one of your buttons."
William sighed tiredly. "Yes, sorry. I didn't mean to lose my temper." Clearing his throat, the man started to look through the files. "So, from what I am seeing, your diner does seem to be doing rather well. Though you seemed to have poured quiet a lot of money into those…attractions of yours."
"Ah, you mean the animatronics, don't you? Ah, good ol' Fredbear and Spring Bonnie sure are amazing! My boy, Luke, loves them to death you know. Then there is my dear nephew, Danny. He won't admit it, but I know he loves them too." A fond smile graces the man's features. "I tell you, those two boys are my pride and joy."
"Puh…" William scoffs. "And your business is not?"
"Oh it is." Fred quickly states. "But I did it all for them. Family has always been my main concern. Luke and Danny are precious to me and so I look out for their happiness. Which reminds me," Fred locks eyes with William. "You have some children yourself, right? How old are they again?"
"My son will be ten in about a week and my youngest, my daughter will be eight in three months."
Fred whistled. "Well then, they sure are growing fast then I bet. And you said your boy's birthday is coming up soon?"
"Yes."
"Well that settles it! Let him have his birthday party at my diner! Fredbear and Spring Bonnie will definitely show you why children just love them! Plus, it will be good experience for what's to come when we get this plan started."
"No."
"Great! So I can go ahead and…" Fred's words faded away slowly as he silently turned to face his business partner. "…Excuse me?"
"I said no." The young boy could tell from the icy glare forming in his father's eyes, the man was already growing irritated with the rounder man. "Don't read too much into my generosity towards you. We are not friends Mr. Fazbear. We are not on the same level. Your family is nothing like mine. While you let your son, a boy who I may remind you, you expect to take over your business one day, dawdle around, ignorant of the real world, I raise both my children to be prepared for when they step out on their own. Useless endeavors, such as birthday parties, will not stimulate my son in the slightest."
"Well of course it will! Your son will have fun! What better stimulation is that!? And what do you mean about my son!? Luke is a great boy who will do great things! And sure I want him to take over my business, but I don't expect it like he has no choice!?"
"Things like birthday parties are a waste of time. My son will have no part in it." The disgust in William's eyes was evident. "And you honestly dare to say you built this family business up and be okay if your son decides to ignore it and let it run into the ground after your passing?"
"No, because I know what my son is like! He wouldn't let something I dreamt of for so long die so easily after I'm gone!" The little boy, still hiding, could see the man's face was growing very red with anger. "But I'm not going to force him to be stuck with my work and have no say in what he wants to do! My son wants to be an engineer when he grows up. He's doing so to help my business! He's always said that. But actually running it is all optional."
"So who do you expect to take over after you are gone?"
"I don't know! Danny maybe! But the boy wants to be a writer, so maybe not! But I know he would be willing to help out. That's not my point! You do not get to judge me on how I run my business or how I raise my son!"
"Yet you judge me on how I raise my own children." William said instantly.
"…"
"Listen to me Fred. I decide what is best for Vincent and Victoria. You do not. If I say birthday parties are useless for their future, then so be it. Let me remind you again our families are worlds apart. You had to crawl you and your family out of the dirt. If I'm correct, you and your brother had to share a home for the longest time, both raising your families together until finally you got that loan to start your pitiful diner."
"…" The boy saw the twitch of anger, surge through the round man after the insult.
"However I was already born placed on a throne, as well as my children. Vincent will be raised the right way so he can finally take over my many businesses. His future has been planned out before my wife and I decided to have him. It's that simple."
"…But he's only a small boy. Almost ten. Are you meaning to tell me you never celebrated his birthday?"
"Never."
The chubby man's face widened in astonishment.
Under the table, Vincent couldn't wrap his head around why the other man was getting so angry. So he's never had a birthday party, so what? Vincent never felt like he was missing out on anything growing up. He was given everything he's ever wanted. When he wanted a toy he's seen in stores he would simply state the fact and he'd get it. If he wanted certain meals for breakfast, lunch, or dinner, he'd get it as simple as ordering at a restaurant. Why was this birthday party such a big deal for the old man?
Before he could stop himself, Vincent spoke up. "Are birthday parties…fun?"
Startled, the two men turned around and looked under the table where the nine-year-old boy remained hidden in the semi darkness.
"Well what do we have here!?" Fred quickly proclaimed, trying to hide away the negative atmosphere that gathered in the room. "A little spy I see!"
William glared daggers at the child as Fred knelt down and gently picked up the boy.
"Ooh, you are a bit heavy. Or maybe I'm just a weak old man."
"My weight is appropriate for a child my age sir. You on the other hand certainly can serve to lose a few pounds."
"Eh…" Fred silently glared at William. "He sure is your son, I see…"
Vincent tilted his head. "So, are birthday party's fun?"
Fred's face instantly lit up as he turned to face the boy in his arms. "They sure are! Almost every day I see many happy children celebrating their birthdays at my fine little diner. Each one leaving happier then when they arrived."
"..." Vincent didn't realize it, but his dull grey eyes began to shine in awe. "Really!?"
Chuckling, Fred ruffled the boy's head. "Really! You sound excited, Vincent."
Without thinking it through, the boy turned to face his father. "I want a birthday party at Mr. Fazbear's diner!"
"Vincent, n-"
"I want it!"
"I said-"
Without so much as a warning, Vincent took a deep breath and let out a loud, ear-piercing scream. Fred almost dropped the child in shock, but managed to hold on while cringing at the high-pitched noise.
"Alright!" William screamed over the noise.
Instantly Vincent quieted down, his eyes once again dulling down, no longer showing his excitement, but now a large smile was stretched across his face. "Thank you father."
Fred shook his head, ears ringing for a moment. "Well…I guess what Vincent wants, he gets, huh?"
"The boy won't stop screaming until he gets his way…" William hissed, glaring heatedly at the man. "Now Vincent return to your room. I have much to discuss with Mr. Fazbear."
Fred suddenly felt an icy chill run down his spine. "U-uh…yes, I suppose we do, Mr. Afton." He set Vincent down and gently pushed the boy away. "Run along now little spy. While your father and I-"
"Father is going to yell at you again." Vincent interrupted. "He doesn't like it when things don't go his way. Good luck Mr. Fazbear."
Chuckling Vincent left, leaving the stunned man behind while a sly smirk was playing on his own face. Once the door was shut behind him, Vincent's chuckling turned rather…haunting, rather quickly. He began to giggle, a very slight dark tone mixing in with what should have really been innocent childish laughter.
In truth, Vincent didn't care much about the birthday party. He just knows what the outcome for at least Mr. Fazbear would be. His father would instantly blame the man for his son wanting to be a part of something that just wasn't part of the strict schedule Vincent had to follow every day. The two would once again grow furious with each other, resulting in another heated fight. And little Vincent Afton was thrilled, knowing he started it all. Just knowing this fact made the smile on the boy's face twist into a sinister grin.
And who knows? Maybe this party would turn out to be more entertaining then he thought. A chance to see what all the fuss was about concerning the diner. In school he would hear so many children speak out about the place, always discussing the animatronics.
"Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, huh? I sure hope they can keep me entertained. Or there will be hell to pay for the Fazbear family. I guarantee it.
Insane grin never leaving, Vincent skipped away, feeling extra giddy when he hears his father start to scream out. Now fully content, the young boy twirled down the hall, preparing himself for his studies he knew would happen in precisely five minutes and 22 seconds.
Not all the chapters will be this short. I just wanted a small little prologue about a very important character of this story.
Now here is something important about Vincent. Yes, I know about William Afton, obviously since he's in this chapter. BUT, I didn't know about him when I came up with Vincent and his character. I never read, and still haven't read, the fnaf story by Scott. But I wanted to incorporate William Afton in some way since he is obviously important. And I couldn't have him be the purple guy like he is in the game because for those who know about my trilogy, Daniel Fazbear is my purple guy. So since I didn't want to change Vincent to William and I couldn't make him the original purple guy, I added William as Vincent's father.
Another IMPORTANT note: This story will loosely follow along with the story in Sister Location. I can't follow everything because I changed so much of the fnaf story thanks to my trilogy. Also I will be incorporating theories that have not been proven and may not ever be true. But I liked them and figured they would work with the story I've already have set up. So if solid evidence comes out about some of the history behind some of the characters, like Baby, that completely goes against what I will end up saying, please understand why I won't be adding it.
Well I think I've said all I wanted to. More chapters will come out hopefully soon. I don't know for a fact because I still have my crossover story (which by the way is fnaf and undertale) to finish.
So until next time! Bye, and don't forget to review!
