A/N: Welcome to the prologue of a new FNaF fanfic, probably the only one I'm going to make except for one-shots! Though this contains one-shots…..Well, tomorrow is another day, after all *wink, wink* *nudge, nudge* *4, 4* so I can't be worried by this.
"Mama! Mama!" A little girl with flaming red hair danced along the riverbank of a gentle, slowly curving river. "Mama, come quick!" A woman, about 30 years old possessing the red hair of her daughter swung open the screen door to their small cottage. She laughed and picked up the child, sitting down and setting her down in her lap.
"Not so close to the river, Kiera," she gently warned, putting her finger to the girl's giggling lips. Kiera giggled even more, but eventually as they gazed out at the river, they quieted down. The little girl sighed and cuddled into her mother's chest. "I love you, Mama," she said. "I love you, too, Kiera," she said softly.
A few moments later, when the woman thought that her daughter was asleep, she began to stand up and Kiera bolted upwards, breathing heavily and a look of terror flashing in her eyes. "What is it, Kiera?" the mother asked frantically, checking her child all over. "I had a…nightmare," she whimpered. "It was about this torn up metal fox anima-anime-animea-"
"Animatronic," the woman whispered as she stared at the horizon with dread, as if seeing the end of the world. "Animatronic," Kiera continued. "And he chased me through the hallways of this big house and Daddy was there, too. And he picked me up and was about to get out of the house when this golden bunny attacked us. And Daddy was gone, Mama! Gone!" She let out a troubled wail as only a child woken up from a nightmare can make, terrifying both her and her mother.
The woman picked up Kiera and took her into the house, slamming the screen door shut. Inside Kiera's bedroom, as the mother gathered blankets and stuffed animals to comfort her daughter in the living room, her mind was racing. Tyler's back, he thought. Vincent is back. The whole crew is back. What are we going to do? What are we going to tell them? That Tyler just left us without a trace? Or that I actually raised a child? Oh, Macey, what are you going to do?
"Mama!" Suddenly Macey heard her little girl's cry and realized she had another task at hand: calming down her daughter. She bunched up the blankets and stuffed animals into a ball close to her chest and walked into the living room where Kiera sat huddled on the floor next to the fireplace.
Macey sighed in sympathy and gathered the flame-haired girl close. "Could you light the fire, Mama?" she asked slowly. "I'm cold." She shivered for effect. Macey looked down at Kiera, her beautiful daughter, her baby. She remembered the day this young girl was born. Tyler was there, she thought distantly, but she just clasped her hands around Kiera's back, rocking her to sleep.
The girl let out a big yawn, touched her lips together quietly, then fell asleep, a smile on her face. Macey herself smiled. "When I was a girl like you, I had nothing to worry about," she whispered. "Nothing to worry about but a missing home."