13 Stories of Halloween

Fandom: Tron and Five Nights at Freddy's

Story Based In: 'Son of Tron' and 'Soul' ('Child's Play' AU)

Summary: Jeremy and little Robby are taking the week off for a much-needed vacation...but the ghosts have to stay behind with the newest Night Guard. At first, they were just going to spook him...but there's more to Darius Bradley than meets the eye. Turns out...they're not the only secret at Freddy's!

Chapter 1

We Get Left Behind...Again.

"It'll only be a few days, guys," Jeremy sighed as the six ghosts…seven if you counted Spring…barred his exit.

His adopted son had already left, something about taking his little 'uns to school.

"But you're leaving us!" Sam whined.

"Jeremy, you know we can't leave this place! Not after the um…the incident," Emily protested.

"Oh, you mean the few days where you turned the rest of us into toddlers?" Matt deadpanned, "Yeah, that was fun,"

"It was an accident," Emily grumbled, hugging her thin frame, "I didn't mean to,"

"Guys, c'mon," Mike tried, putting a hand on both spirits' shoulders, "Jeremy's earned some time off,"

Jeremy ran a hand through his grey-streaked blond hair.

"Thank you for understanding, Mike," he muttered.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, Jeremy," Mike added, "I am not happy with you. You're leaving for a week with my son, daughter in law, grandkids and friends to go on a trip to the beach…"

"What's…the beach?" Spring asked, cocking his head.

Jeremy gave an internal growl as he smacked his forehead into his palm, shaking his head.

"Look, I'll make it up to you guys," he started, "Just…please, be nice to my replacement. He's coming later today to take a look around. He'll be taking the nights that Robby and I don't and vice versa,"

"No promises," Robby deadpanned, his tail flicking as Jeremy sighed.

"You all are hopeless," he grumbled, "I'll see you guys at the end of the week, ok?"

"You better take pictures!" Amanda yelled.

Jeremy just gave a dismissive wave and walked out the pizzeria doors.

Hours later, a motorcycle pulled up to the sidewalk while a car pulled into the parking space next to it. The motorcyclist looked at the driver of the car, a man in his mid-seventies, as he closed the door and walked towards the motorcyclist.

"I could have made it on my own," the motorcyclist started, crossing his arms, "You didn't have to come,"

The man narrowed his steel blue gaze as he took off his glasses and cleaned them before putting them back on his face.

"And what would your father have done if something happened to you?"

"Spazzed out, like usual," the motorcyclist snorted, taking off the dark black helmet and smoothing down his errant reddish-brown hair…only for it to spring back up in a messy way.

"Forget it," the older man chuckled, "Your hair's going to be like your cousin's…and by extent your father and uncle's,"

"Doesn't mean I can't try," the younger male replied, his eyes unreadable behind their shades, "Besides, Dad's been working all the time…I rarely get to see him. This is just to keep me from going stir crazy,"

"You could always help out your cousin and uncle,"

"And get swarmed?" the boy snorted, "No thank you. I like being alone, unlike my cousin. A job where it's just me? Perfect,"

The older man laughed and put an arm around the boy.

"C'mon, let's get inside," he started, "You'll be late,"

"Whatever you say, Grandpa Alan," the boy chuckled.

The ghosts all watched as the manager welcomed a tall, slender young man and an equally as tall but not as slender older man. They all three shook hands and then the manager turned towards the younger man.

"So you're Darius Bradley," the manager hummed, "I wasn't picturing you looking like this to be honest,"

The boy, Darius, gave a soft laugh.

"I've been told that a lot," he replied with a slight, crooked grin, "I wasn't expecting this place to look like it does…I thought it burned down?"

"We've…had some misfortune with fire," the manager admitted, making the ghosts snicker a bit.

To their surprise, Darius' head snapped towards the backstage right as the ghosts hid.

"Are there still kids here?" Darius asked.

"No…they've left already," the manager replied, "We close down about an hour before your shift starts, Darius, just to let you get ready,"

"I've heard some rumors about this place," the older man started as Darius sighed.

"Grandpa Alan," he grumbled, "Please, I'd like to keep my job at least a minute before you get me fired,"

"Is it my fault I want you safe?" Alan Bradley replied, "Your father would skin me alive if anything happened to you,"

"He'd be too afraid to," Darius grumbled so softly that neither adult could hear him.

The manager cleared his throat.

"You mean the incidents in 1983 and 1987,"

"The little Chase boy getting bit, the five missing children, that poor Fitzgerald boy…not to mention all the people that disappeared during this shift," Alan deadpanned, "Forgive me for wanting my grandson to be safe,"

"There's no reason to be afraid," the manager replied, "the robots were fixed in the '90s by one of the best guards we've ever had. Mikayla Schmidt did a wonderful job fixing them out. Her son works here now, he's the one responsible for reopening Pirate's Cove and starting up the Golden Days project,"

"See, Grandpa Alan? There's nothing to worry about," Darius told his worried family member, "I'll be fine. I've seen worse, remember?"

Alan looked at the boy. He could still see the jagged scar on the boy's chest, covered by the work uniform, but he remembered vividly the day the boy had gotten it. He hadn't been there…but his youngest son, Richard, didn't speak of it, his middle son, Trevor, didn't give many details and his other grandson, Beck, didn't like to talk about it either. And with how distraught his son Richard had been when Darius was recovering…it was not a pleasant memory for anyone.

Darius was strong…but they'd nearly lost him once, no one wanted to do that again.

"I'll be fine," Darius repeated, "Ok? Go home to Gram, I'll be fine,"

Alan gave a sigh but nodded, hugging his grandson tightly.

"You call me if anything happens," he ordered, "You hear me?"

"Don't worry, nothing's going to happen," Darius replied, patting his backpack reassuringly, "I'll make sure of it,"

And with that he and the manager walked towards the office while Alan walked back towards the front entrance.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he shuddered, "You're too much like your father, Darius,"

I've had this idea for the longest time. I'd recommend reading 'Son of Tron' for you FNAF readers who don't know what's going on and the 'Soul' Tetrology (as well as 'Child's Play') for you Tron readers who don't know what's going on. If you just want to know who the heck Darius is...he's on my profile somewhere under 'Tron OC's'. We'll get into more of who he is as the story goes on if you want to wait though...this one will be multiple chapters mainly because I want to see multiple nights with the ghosts facing off against Darius.

List of stories in this series:

Grim Grinning Ghosts (FNAF/Soul tetrology)

Tricks and Treats (Transformers/Cybres. Original from last year)

Witches, Ghosts and Monsters (Tron/Son of Tron Original from last year)

Masquerade (Pacific Rim Original from last year)

All Hallows Eve (The Lord of the Rings Original from last year)

Spooky Scary Skeletons (Pacific Rim)

Don't Look Behind You! (Tron)

Friends on the Other Side (FNAF/Soul tetrology)

Thrills and Chills (Transformers/Son of the Stars verse)

Trick or Treat! (Transformers/Son of Magic verse)

You Can't Scare Me! (Pacific Rim)

Ghostbuster (FNAF X Tron/ Soul and Son of Tron crossover *weird, but we're gonna see how they handle each other!*)

Mystery Fic: Ashes on Wool, Soot on Shadows (League of Legends)

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.