Purple hair pushed through a crowd mix of other children, adults, and unhappy teenage workers in the pizzeria run by none other than the Freddy Fazbear Company. Struggling past the final layer of people, the owner of the purple hair, Violet, smiled wide as she gazed at the four robotic animals playing music. Sadly there was no drummer but this was the closest she ever got to real live music and it made her smile.

"Hiya kids!" The deep voice of the robotic centerpiece, Freddy Fazbear, boomed and many kids yelled in joy. A black electric guitar was strummed by Bonnie the. Violet looked back at her mom who was helping her aunt cut the cake for her now three year old cousin, Jake. His frizzy black hair wasn't much different than his dad's who stood only a few feet from the table, talking to one of the employees about who knows what. Walking back towards the table in hopes to gain some of the sweet delicacy, Violet stopped in her place when she heard a hiccuped sob from under a nearby table. Her seven year old green eyes glanced around until she found a much smaller boy hiding and wiping away tears. Slowly, Violet knelt down and got underneath the table with him. He quickly looked up and scooted away in what she could only describe as pure fear of others.

"W-what do you w-want? Who a-are you?" He whimpered. His hair was a mass of poofy dark browninsh-black curls that almost matched his deep brown eyes. A green t-shirt was matched by green tennis shoes and black shorts that were rather dirty and faded. Violet tried to smile warmly.

"I don't want to hurt you," her voice was warm but firm in a steady sort of way. "I heard you crying and came over to see if I could help in any way. I'm Violet. Violet Drewn." Her hand went out to the poor boy but he coward away and she drew back, unsure of what to say. Her eyes traveled back to the robots. "Do they scare you at all?"

"Very much so, Ms. Violet," he whispered. "I-I'm Gears, Gears Robinson."

"Gears? That's a strange name. And it's just Violet." She looked back to Gears and smiled, fixing her braided hair and straightening her blue "nerd" owl shirt.

"It's just a nickname...Violet." Footsteps started to walk towards the table and Gears's eyes became twice as big as they originally were. "Shush! Be quiet please, I don't want him to find me!" Violet swallowed a gasp as her new found friend pulled her close to him and away from the edges. A gruff but angry voice thrummed above them.

"Tim, time to go. C'mon kid I'm not gonna wait here all day let's go!" The footsteps faded slightly, lost in all the noise from happy families compared to the angry dad.

"Gears? Who was-"

Gears was shaking and clinging to Violet. She could only assume he was younger than her and she felt a bit of joy. Her parents had never been able to have another kid and therefore left Violet to be an only child. Having a younger friend who she could care for as a younger brother made her happy. So, she put her arm around him and hugged him close.

"Y-you have to leave, Ms. Violet. He'll come back for me I know he will." Gears pushed away suddenly and scrambled out from the table, Violet on his heels. "That was my dad and he...he's not a nice man. I-I have to go."

Violet held his hand real quick and hugged him. Tim twisted for a second then hugged back, shaking hard. "Maybe we can meet outside of here Tim. I have a treehouse at my house. Would you like to come over sometime and see it?" Tim looked up and after a moment, nodded and smiled a little.

"I'll ask my mom. She's nice, much nicer than dad."

"TIM!" Tim shook and turned away from Violet.

"Bye, Violet."

Violet could only watch as her sad friend left, knowing he needed a better father in his life than his father. I'll help him, she vowed silently as she finally went back to her mother. I swear.

A week later, Violet opened her door and grinned widely, seeing Gears stand before her with his mom behind him. He smiled best he could as well, even giving a small wave. His mom, a thin curvy woman, was absolutely beautiful. She had glassy blue eyes and dark black hair that was wavy down to her shoulders. Her smile was kind and everything about her convinced Violet that she was a princess.

"Hi, Mrs. Drewn. I'm Rachel Robinson," Rachel and Violet's mother, Jamie, shook hands.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Jamie. Would you like to come in for a bit?"

Violet motioned for Gears to follow her and, after a nod from his mother, he followed. Running outside, Gears's smile grew enormous at her treehouse. It was nestled in a large tree and was a pretty typical treehouse. Windows let in light through the dark brown walls outlined in white trim. A rope ladder swung in the small breeze blowing through the backyard. More trees were in the backyard and Violet came back to Gears as he gazed around.

"Violet, your backyard is so huge and pretty! Is that really your treehouse?"

The seven year old nodded and the six year old boy followed her to it. Letting him go first, Violet kept an eye on him as he climbed up. Both children disappeared when she closed the cloth door. Inside, the walls were painted the same brown as outside. Drawings on lined notebook paper were taped along one line and a table with the assumed drawing notebook was littered with markers, crayons, and pencils. A small fan was hooked up by an outlet on the wall by the entrance and three beanbags took up the third wall across from a small DVD player on the fourth. In the ceiling, a small latched door was a gate to the top of the tree. Violet beamed as her friend took in her second room.

"This-this is incredible Violet! Wow I sure wish I lived here." Gears sat on the green beanbag and Violet took the purple, leaving the blue one empty. "My house is awful compared to this." He frowned and looked down a bit. Violet turned her beanbag so that they faced each other.

"Why is it so awful Gears? Can I call you Tim or do you like Gears more?" She didn't want to pry but talking about his life may help him. Somehow.

"I-I prefer Gears, Violet. My dad only calls me Tim when I'm…" Gears shivered a bit. "When I'm in trouble. And I'm always in trouble. Even when I've done nothing wrong, he blames me and I get punished."

"What does he do, Gears?" Violet needed to choose her words very carefully. "Why does he always blame you?" He went quiet for a moment or two. Then, taking a breath, he spoke.

"H-he blames me for mommy not...being fun, anymore. He says I break things or I make their lives awful. He says I'm a mistake…" Gears started crying but Violet let him talk. "All he does is talk about how I shouldn't have been born. He hates me, Violet. Hates me. There's never been any love from him. And when I'm slow or do something wrong or stand in front of him in a certain way, he…"

"What…" Violet shuddered and sighed. "What does he do?"

Gears looked at her with tear filled eyes. Her heart broke at the sight and she was frozen in place by his words. "He hits me, Violet. He hits me, he throws me around, he kicks me. And when mommy tries to stop him, he hits her too. He locks me in my room and I fall asleep sometimes bruised and bleeding. I hear him hit mommy all night."

Gears cried harder, squeezing his eyes shut and holding his ears. "I-I f-fall asleep t-to screams. I haven't had one good night of sleep." Violet stood up and sat in his beanbag and hugged him. "S-stop!" Gears stood away from her. "Please...d-d-don't t-touch m-me...I only g-get hurt wh-when someo-one touches me.." Gears whimpered as he went on.

Violet cried softly, trying to gently move towards her hurting brother. "T-Tim, y-you're scaring-"

"DON'T!" He shook hard. "I-I can't take it, please, stop it!" She moved away and sat in her beanbag, trying to fix what she caused.

"A-alright, Gears. I-I'm sorry. P-please, just...sit down." Opening his eyes, the green beanbag was slowly filled again. Shakes and shivers didn't stop but they became slightly less frequent as the conversation continued.

"Why are you afraid of Freddy Fazbear's? Everyone loves that place." Hopefully, a subject change would help.

He laughed, LAUGHED, at her question, driving her to confusion. Then, a side of him came out she'd never seen: he wasn't sad or scared, he was angry and sarcastic.

"Afraid? Of Freddy Fazbear's? I am NOT afraid of that place. It's the only place I can escape home and my dad." Violet made a small mental note that with certain topics, Gears could really become almost a jerk. No, not a jerk. But eerily and suddenly confident and not scared or affect by anything.

"Why were you under that table then? When I first found you? You were scar-"

"Of being found." Gears looked at her with an unsettling glare. This kid could really become someone else and Violet wondered what else triggered this. Best not to experiment and find out. "My dad had wanted to leave an hour before he said we would. I didn't want to be dragged home to whatever punishment he'd give me then. I hid from him. I was scared of him. Not Freddy's."

Much of their conversation after that was a blur with nothing more than some casual topics. The topics of Gears's home life and about Freddy's was not discussed in the way it had been at first. His home life was not even mentioned. Around dinner time, Rachel came out and her and Gears left. Thankfully, they'd both been able to convince their parents to let them go to Freddy's the day after. Boy how Violet should've wished that couldn't happen.

While Rachel and Jamie sat in the back to discuss important things like politics, whatever that was, Violet and Gears both eagerly ran to the stage. Earlier when they were in the car together carpooling, Gears and Violet had argued who was the better animatronic. Violet argued Foxy was the best because foxes were adorable and he told amazing stories while Gears argued that Bonnie was the best. He loved the guitar and almost idolized Bonnie, hoping to play guitar like him someday. The argument had lasted until they'd gotten there. That day, Foxy was out of order, temporarily shut off for repairs so the two agreed to stick to the band.

"Pizza?" The kids turned around to see an older teenage boy, maybe around seventeen or eighteen, holding two plates of pizza to both kids. He had on a purple outfit rather than the typical blue that was common but today, many of the employees were wearing purple. His face was unshaven and his eyes were a light greyish blue. A golden name tag was blank, hiding the man's name. Eagerly, both children accepted and raced to see who could eat the pizza the quickest, leaving the young employee to leave.

"Fim-eshed!" Gears yelled, holding an emty plate and full mouth. "I fwin!"

Violet groaned and laughed, poking his full cheeks. "You look like a chipmunk, Gears." She gasped. "No wait-you look like Bonnie, but not purple."

Gears's eyes glowed. "I just-" he swallowed finally. "Need a guitar now." Both friends stood by a table and Violet checked on the moms to see them still talking. Gears held onto her shirt and she smiled. They watched the band all the while enjoying each other's company.

Gears tugged on Violet's arm and looking at him, she nodded as he stated he was going to go get something to drink. Violet watched the band until she heard something that shot her stomach down: it was a scream.

"Gears?" Violet shouted but no one heard. Walking around, she looked down a hall and saw an open door. Another scream sent her running down the hall to the room. She began crying hard and screamed louder than the band. "GEARS!"

The boy from before, who'd offered them pizza, was holding a knife over Gears, with Gears's blood on it. His eyes were somehow pure white and he cackled madly as his bloody hand wiped his also bloody shirt, letting her friend fall to the ground. "Well well well, another kid I see." His gruff voice chilled Violet to her bones as she cried and screamed again.

"HELP! HELP ME PLEASE! SOMEBODY!" The boy ran towards her, knife ready to stab her. She ducked and he ran into the wall. Grinning, he ran down the hall away from a parent who saw her and was running to her. Crawling weakly over to Gears, she stared horrified, at the sight. Three cuts were in him. One around his neck and two in his chest. She pulled his shirt off and tried to clean him but he wasn't moving. "G-G-Gears, p-please! WAKE UP!"

"What's goi-OH MY GOD!" The man who'd followed her was upon them as she cradled Gears. "WE NEED HELP! CALL 911!"

More people were running and someone was on the phone as Violet could do nothing but cry. "G-Gears, please…" The only last thing Violet could remember was some adult trying to pick her and Gears up. By then, everything had become black. They never should have come here and now, her friend had paid a bigger price than anyone should have. Her friend…

Was dead.