A/N: So this story was requested and after watching a friend's reaction to the game, I absolutely refuse to play it. AND after hearing some of the theories about the background of it, I got a few ideas for it. Now…IF any of you fabulous readers are huge fans of this game and find this a bit offensive, I apologize but please no flame reviews. It will maintain most of its horror factors but I am throwing a few other things in as well. My goal is to make this enjoyable for everyone. This is rated M for violence, language and every possible Mature content that is available.

Five Night's at Freddy's: Revolution and Evolution

Prologue: Childhood Long Forgotten

I was a bit relieved when I found out my uncle would be taking me in. No more having to deal with foster homes, foster families, or adoption interviews at all. It was a relief and a scare as well. What if he reacted the same way those foster families did? Would he return me to the shelter? Would he fear me? I hoped and prayed not.

My parents were murdered when I was younger. I was only about five when someone broke into our house. The three of us all shared a bed since I would have constant night terrors and always wake up crying. When we heard glass break downstairs, it woke us all up. My father had gone downstairs to see who it was and hopefully scare them off…but that was when my mother and I heard two gunshots. My mother quickly picked me up and hid me in the closet, telling me not to leave that spot before closing the closet door and heading downstairs as well. I remember hearing her scream before another three gun shots ranged out. I could hear two male voices arguing and what sounded like them shoving almost everything of value we owned hurriedly into some sort of bag. I then heard footsteps rushing up the stairs and my small body went tense. I made sure to remain perfectly silent, doing my best to prevent my body form shaking like a leaf. While I sat in that dark closet, scared for my life and for my parents, I heard footsteps walking towards the closet. I squinted my eyes shut and tried hard not to sob in fear. The man downstairs yelled and the one who was in front of the closet made their way down the stairs once more. After what seemed like an hour, I slowly snuck out of the closet and made my way downstairs. I cried out in fear and sadness as tears streaked down my cheeks. Laying at the foot of the stairs were both of my parents, a large pool of blood surrounding them.

I ran out of the house and continued to run. It was pitch black, just about midnight but my body knew where it was going. My parents had brought me to this special place before so many times, it was imprinted into my memory. The night air was cold, especially since all I had on was a tank top and shorts as well as for the fact I was barefoot. Soon a bolt of lightning shot through the sky followed directly by a loud crash of thunder. When it began to downpour rain, the night became colder, my long fire red hair began to stick to the sides of my face as my clothes stuck to my small frame. I soon arrived at my destination and opened up my sapphire blue eyes, looking up at the only other safe place I knew of.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.

My parents use to always bring me here and I befriended the animatronics that called this place home. Freddy Fazbear and Bonnie were like older brothers and Chica was like an older sister. Foxy, however, played a different role. I was close to the pirate fox animatronic but not in the same way as the others. I didn't see him as family but at the same time, I saw him as more than a friend and back then, I didn't understand why.

I snuck my way into the pizzeria from the back entrance and made my way towards where the animatronics always were whenever the place wasn't open. I never knew why they were alive but my young mind registered as magic of some sort. I made my way through the dark into Pirate Cove and crawled up onto the stage, silently slipping through the purple curtain that was decorated with stars. I sobbed softly as I looked around, trying to find the one who gave me the most comfort of all.

"C…Captain F…F..Foxy?" I asked timidly while sobbing, stumbling a bit in the dark.

It didn't take long for me to feel metallic arms wrap around my tiny cold shivering body and feel a metallic claw hand gently stroke my hair. I felt my body being pressed against the fur of a metallic chest, nuzzling into the reddish brown fur as I looked up into one golden eye, the other covered by an eye patch on the right side which lifted up to reveal the other one. Despite being animatronic, sadness was evident in those robotic orbs.

"What be wrong wee lass?" I heard a soft mechanical voice speak in a strong pirate accent.

"F..F..Foxy…m…m..my parent's th….they are…they are…g…gone….th…..they weren't moving….and….and they wouldn't wake up….and…and they were surrounded by blood." I sobbed softly into his chest fur, clinging onto him the best I could as my body shook.

I heard Foxy shushing me as he gently rocked me and stroked my hair soothingly. I felt him stand up and begin to walk from behind the curtain of his stage, making his way to the others. All that was heard was the sound of his footsteps and my soft sobs. Foxy kept me held up with his arms and his left hand, being mindful of the hook that replaced his right hand. He carried me to the main stage and then went to the backroom where the others were. As soon as we arrived, I heard the others rush over.

"What happened Foxy?" I heard Freddy ask as I felt Bonnie and Chica both join Foxy in stroking my hair, causing me to slowly drift into a soft slumber, but not before I heard Foxy answer.

"Freddy...her parents...they...they went t' Davy Jones' locker involuntarily." Foxy replied.

Then everything went dark.

After that, the animatronics looked out for me as did the owners of the pizzeria. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson became my foster parents and I lived with them happily for years. Until the day Mrs. Johnson….left us forever.

She was found were the spare parts were kept, hanging down from the ceiling. Earlier that day, some of the customers and their children were saying several mean things to and about her. Apparently, she couldn't handle it. It hurt us all. I spent most of my time with the animatronics while Mr. Johnson spent most of his time in his office.

This was one year before 1987. In that year, tragedy struck again. Foxy seemed to malfunction and he bit one of the children that was close to his stage. Everyone was running around screaming while I stared with wide eyes. I had known Foxy for majority of the thirteen years I had been alive. Not once had he ever shown any sign of violence. I knew it had to be some sort of accident but no one else seemed to think that. Foxy was dragged back behind his curtain, not before giving me what seemed to be a terrified look. While everyone rushed out and made sure the kid was taken to the hospital. I rushed back to where Foxy was, slowly approaching him. His lower jaw seemed to be broken and hanging down. Several of his teeth seemed to be missing, including few of his golden teeth.

I slowly made my way over to him and hugged him carefully.

"Don't worry Foxy. I know you didn't mean to do that. You're not a bad fox."

Foxy never replied as Mr. Johnson came in and picked me up before carrying me away. I felt tears falling as I reached out to my closest companion, watching him reach back for me. The pizzeria was empty and the others watched Mr. Johnson carry me out the door before setting me down and locking it.

"I'm sorry…but…it's not safe for you here.' He said before helping me to his car.

Next thing I knew, we had arrived at the foster care building. It was only then that I knew what was going on. I didn't dare argue because I was still heartbroken about being dragged away from Foxy. That was the last I saw Mr. Johnson or the others, Foxy especially.

After that I went from foster family to foster family. It wasn't until I was nineteen that I finally found a permanent home with my uncle. By this time, I had gone through years of bullying and abuse and I didn't remember much of my childhood.

My name…is Roxy Schmidt.

Tragedy struck me in 1979, 1986, 1987, and years following that. It was now 1993 and I swore luck was on my side. Little did I know that after six years, my life would come full circle. I didn't remember my childhood friends, my first foster parents, nor much of my parents' murder.

The taxi pulled up and I looked to see my uncle dressed up as a security guard standing outside some building. I paid the driver and I got out with my duffle bag of belongings as I walked over to him, smiling gently.

"Uncle Mike. It's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too Roxy. It's been years. Sorry I didn't get you in my care sooner. Might have saved you some drama." He said before he ruffled my red hair that now went to the small of my back and kept in a braid.

I would be staying with him at his work for at least tonight. Apparently this place would be closing down this year and the owner needed a night guard for the last five days. I looked up to look at the name of the building. Upon seeing it, I felt as if the name should be familiar to me.

~Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria? Where have I heard of that name before?~ I thought to myself before I walked in.

Despite not remembering much of my time there, things looked so much different, much more ran down. And that night, not only would I get a major refresher, but I would also learn that I wasn't the only one who had gone through changes.

A/N: Ok so I am stopping here before I get carried away and give away too much. I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's nor do I own its characters. I do own Roxy. Now, before anyone says anything, I have not played the game. This was requested so I did my research. I looked into actual game facts as well as theories of the game. I made up the names of the original owners of the pizzeria as well as the dates except for 1987. I am also going over the idea on the wiki page that the game occurred in 1993. Also, as it may be noticed, I am going with the theory that the Bite of '87 was done by Foxy as result of a mere malfunction. Any questions or suggestions? Please review or send me a message. For those who have already read this chapter, I did make some corrections and a few changes but the changes were due to some new information I found.