First off, this story is going to be mainly based on the games. I will at times make references to the books, but for the most part it is based off of the games. Secondly, I own nothing. FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon. Hope you guys enjoy!

I sat in my car and just looked at the building in front of me. It was just as I remembered it; large gray brick building with red trim, posters of the characters hung in the windows, the cartoonish figures smiling. It was just a little more weathered now. I sighed and tried to push the nostalgia to the back of my mind. If everything went okay, there would be plenty of time for reminiscing later. Still, I didn't think I would actually ever have the chance to walk back through those doors. Yet, here I was, sitting just meters away from it. I swallowed hard. This was it. This was what all those years of school and therapy had prepared me for, or so I hoped. This was a stretch and I knew it. But even with all the hesitation, it felt, right being here. Like I had finally come home after being away for so long. Granted that was in a way exactly what I had done, seeing as Hurricane was my home town. My birth place.

I took a deep breath. Very few believed that anything good could come of me coming back. Most told me that I shouldn't do this. But I needed to do this. Something inside of me told me I had made the right decision. I had to be here. I had to come back. It had been twenty-two years since then. Since everything happened. Nineteen since I had moved away. Yet, I could still remember it perfectly. I shook my head and locked those thoughts back in the mental box they belonged in and opened the car door. I took in another deep breath and got out. I leaned against my car for a few moments steeling my convictions. A family exited the building and headed for their vehicle, the children were smiling and laughing. I smiled too, remembering how that was once us. That was why I was here. That was why I had made this decision. To try and in some way, go back to how it was before that day. How I was before that day. To try and push back the demons that still haunted me and let the good memories take hold once again. At least that was what I hoped would come of this anyway.

I closed my car door and locked it. It was now or never. My heart rate increased as I took a step forward. I could feel the anxiety rise with every step and my palms began to sweat. I gulped back my fear and put on a bored expression. Nobody needed to know what was going on inside my head. No one needed to see how nervous or scared I was. I came out of this building after the tragedies and every time after that. I may have been gone a long time, but I will make it out this time too.

I entered the building through one of the double glass front doors. The smell of pizza enveloped me almost instantly. I almost smiled. I looked around as I walked into the main room. The paint had faded and was chipped in places. The once bright colors dull. The pages that had been taped to the walls by children over the years had begun to show their age. Some pages had yellowed, distorting the colorful images drawn on their surfaces. Other, brighter sheets stood out demanding to be seen. I wandered around the room, avoiding children and adults alike as I moved between the tables. I inspected the many pictures hoping to find ones that were familiar. Just as I was about to give up, I spotted them. The grouping was only a few feet off of the ground and required me to kneel down to get a good look at them. A small smile broke through my mask as I ran a hand over the pages. I remembered when we drew these and who drew which. It had been a fun day when the seven of us had been together. There had been no arguing or anger, just laughter and excitement. We had eaten our fill of pizza and played for hours in the arcade. I still remember how Micheal spilled Root Beer all over himself because he was laughing so hard at a joke my brother had made. I laughed quietly as I saw the dark stains on the edge of one of the pictures, evidence of that particular fiasco.

"Miss? Can I help you with something?" My face returned to its neutral state and I stood up, dusting off my pants before turning to face the employee. She was a petite girl with frizzy brown hair and curious blue eyes. Probably worked here part time as she went to school.

"No." I said quietly, my voice even. I didn't even try to explain my actions, but instead inquired about the owner, explaining that I had an interview. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she sputtered, trying to make a coherent sentence. She finally muttered a 'follow me' and led me towards the back. She left me standing just beyond the opened door to the owner's personal office.

I shifted a little and cringed as a child let out a shrill cry that echoed down the rather bare hallway. I took a step forward and cringed again as more shrill shrieks echoed throughout the building in response to the first child. I shook my head and knocked. A faint grunt was the only indication that someone was indeed in there. I walked into the room, the sound of my footsteps drawing the older man from his paperwork.

"Ah! Sierra! You made it!" He said as he stood up. "I was worried that you wouldn't come." He said awkwardly. I looked at the slightly overweight man for a few seconds before answering.

"For a minute, there, I was too." I sent him a small smile, letting my mask fade. The man had always been kind to me. He was excited and happy when I reached out to him in an email some years before. As it turns out, he had been keeping an eye on me. I found it hard to be mad at him for that. After all, I was the one that survived. We had met a few times since then. Coffee every now and again. Dinner every couple of months. He probably was the only person other than Megan who wasn't trying to 'fix' me.

"Haha! Understandable. Now, how have you been? Everything going alright at home?" He has been like this for years overly worrying about me. But it did make sense, in a weird sort of way. He had no kids of his own and the rest of his family had passed away many years before.

I sighed and shook my head. "My parents aren't too thrilled with my decision to work here. Hell, they didn't even want me back in this state..." He nodded at my words. "But it doesn't matter." I continued. "I want to be here. I want to do this. I have to, for me...and them." He smiled at me. It was a knowing smile, but still a compassionate smile.

"I understand. Besides, you have always been stubborn. I don't think anyone would be able to talk you out of this." I laughed a little.

"Nope. You're stuck with me." His smile widened, causing his crow's feet to become more pronounced.

"Good. Now, why don't we get down to business, hm?" He motioned to a chair in front of the desk. I sat down and he followed. "Now, let's get the basics out of the way." He handed me a small stack of papers and helped me fill them out. It didn't take us too long.

"Pops," I said, calling him by the nickname I had given him. "Have you given any thought to my propositions?" He looked at me out of the corner of his eye as he filed the newly completed paperwork away.

"You're talking about adding the additional hours to your shift and the ideas you have for remodeling the animatronics?" I nodded. "To be honest, if it had been anyone else asking for this, I would decline on the spot, but," He looked at me a mischievous shine to his eyes. "I know you will treat them with the utmost respect and care. I also happen to know that you are not the kind of person that would abuse the extra time. So the answer is yes." I smiled widely at him.

"Thanks, Pops! You won't regret it! Not one bit! I'll get them back up and running better than ever! I'll make sure this place is back to the way it was back then! I promise!" I was practically bouncing in my seat. The owner just looked at me, his eyes watery and a sad smile gracing his aged lips.

"I have every bit of faith in you, Sierra. I know what this place means to you." I smiled back at him and nodded. "Now," He said clearing his throat a little and holding out his hand. "Welcome to the Fazbear family." I laughed and shook his hand.

"I'm pretty sure I always was." I said. Pops laughed and shook his head, before standing up.

"Now that the boring stuff is over with, how about a tour, hm? Not that you really need one." he laughed out. "Then pizza!" He made a grand hand gesture at the word 'pizza' like it was a gift from heaven. I snorted and stood up.

"You're going senile, old man." He laughed but held out his arm, which I took and the tour began.