Chapter 1- Venus

It's late in the afternoon, around nine thirty in an suburban household. An older brother, named Darren, picks on his younger brother, Andrew, by barring his door shut, keeping the young boy of seven stuck inside. Though poor Andrew tries as he might to get out, his brother of fifteen is much too large to move away.

"What are you going to do little boy? Call for Venus? She's gone now, so you can't do that! So all you can do is cry! Cry little boy! Cry!" Darren snickers from behind the door, pestering the young boy.

"...mmhh…." Andrew chokes out. Though this was not the first time Darren was cruel to him, it was the first time his sister wasn't there to help him. His older sister Venus had died no more than two months ago from a fatal car crash, that killed her instantly, right outside his Father's establishment. Venus had always scolded Darren for being unruly towards Andrew, then would take Andrew to her room to comfort him. Even when Andrew had a rotten day at school, his sister would always come and hold him and remind him that it was all ok. "Venus... " Andrew said to himself quietly. There was the chime of the grandfather clock outside his room, and he counted to ten as the chime went out.

All alone in his room, Andrew sighed. Who would be there for him this time? Andrew often found himself remembering how Venus used to be, and how dreadful his life was no without her. The way her soft blonde hair fell down past her shoulders when she smiled, how her bright blue eyes always seemed to shine… it hurt to remember.

Darren was giggling at him now, in a sick and twisted tone. Andrew often found that Darren was very childish, but also had this overall demonic undertone; not unlike a dictator or satanist. The way he hit the door, or rather scratched it with his nails, or the way he stabbed his food with his pent up anger. After reading a story book about witches and warlocks, Andrew always drew parallels to them and Darren. His breath had an odor of death, and while his favorite activities didn't involve eating children, he did spend a lot of time torturing them. Especially Andrew.

Moving away from the door, after finding that kicking it had no value, Andrew slumped over in the corner, where his stuffed animals laid. These were the only friends he had, not even the crybabies at school could stand to listen to all of Andrew's self pity and tears. His only safety was his best pals, Bonnie, Chica, and both Freddy and Fredbear. He used to like Foxy, but he had many nightmarish "Encounters" with his older brother in a Foxy mask and ripped the head off the doll in anger one night.

He created little personalities for them too, so he could better relate to them. He made them into people he desperately wanted to meet or be. Freddy was a stoic leader, one he could only dream of meeting; a genuine super-bear. Chica was the silent, resourceful, and sympathetic type; a very sweet and gentle soul. Bonnie was… well… he was just himself. Bonnie did his best to please everyone, be nice, and be the best Bonnie he could be. And when that wasn't enough, he never let it bring him down. Then there was Fredbear, or what he often called it as, Goldie. Goldie was his favorite. Goldie was the one he brought to school, Goldie was the one he got in bed with, Goldie was the one he risked taking to the doctor with. This was only after Venus died, however. When she did, Andrew made Goldie more like her. He made Goldie act like her, be like her, become her, and he never let Goldie out of his sight after that. Goldie was like that safeguard, always there for when you needed her, and never in the way. An extension of his soul.

Goldie wasn't Venus, though. As hard as Andrew tried, he could never get over the fact that she was gone, and often remembered as he tried to sleep, using the soft bear as his tissue. Like Venus used to do. The bear was Venus, yet nothing like the real thing.

He started crying then, wishing so hard that the bear would just start talking to him, start to comfort him like Venus did. She never did though… and he could only cry about that. Crying helped the pain a bit, but never made the problems go away.

As he cried, he remembered what Venus would always say when she comforted him while he cried: "It's alright to cry, but once you do, just remember that you let that problem win, and that problem will always come back, just because you let it know that it can beat you." He would often remember this when he cried, to help them stop. It never really did though, as it reminded him of her.

His father worked late that night, and as a result Andrew went without dinner. Darren, of course, made himself some food, but nothing was done for Andrew. So, without any food or drink, Andrew listened to the sound of his stomach growling and the felt the dryness in his throat until he fell asleep.

Waking up in the morning only reminded him that he never got anything the day before. His morning consisted of slowly dragging himself around the house until he got himself ready for the day. Brushing his teeth, dressing up in his favorite black and white striped shirt. He grabbed his stuffed Fredbear doll before heading into the living room. His family was of a middle class standard, able to afford a nice television, sofa, and a few other bits and bobs that made the living room pleasing to the eyes of visitors.

"Andrew, are you ready yet?" His father called out to him from the other side of the room. His head was blocked by a fully extended newspaper, and his voice sounded muffled. Andrew muttered a soft response. "Speak up son!" his dad said louder. Andrew's hands stung with a sharp pain, along with his chest. His father had this strange air about him, one that made Andrew feel small, unimportant, and useless. It made the young boy nervous to be around his father, not only due to his father's

"Y-yes sir…" Andrew stuttered. It was strange, his dad normally liked to show his face when he was angry… except when-

"BAAHHHHHHHGH!" He screamed, pulling the newspaper down from his face, exposing a feral Foxy mask. Andrew screamed so loud he fell to the ground, and the tears came from his face so fast he surprised even himself. "Ahh HAHA!" His dad said triumphantly, standing over the fallen boy. "Come on Andrew! We gotta go!" He said, pulling the mask down from his face.

"Ugh… ugh…" Andrew panted. Soon afterwards his dad dragged him to the car, where they drove nearly forty feet to his dad's business. His once loved, now hated place to go. Fred Bear and Friends. Every weekend, and summer vacation, like the one he is only just now starting, would he come here for the whole day. His dad worked the place, and since his mother died when he was young, most of his childhood was sent here, rather than home. After all, why pay someone to watch him if his father could do it for free?

To make matters worse, his brother was a constant annoyance, as well as his father, during the time he was there. Since it was summer as well, he would be there, everyday, for the next two months, Without Venus either.

Andrew entered the building after his father, dreading the thought that he would be here for a very, very long time. His body shook with anxiety for the ridicule and abuse he would feel, and already began to cry just from the thought. His brother noticed.

"Crying already? I haven't even started yet, little boy…" He said, thinking he was funny by rubbing and messing up Andrew's hair. Andrew was ready to hide away somewhere, away from the other children that would soon be there, ready to play and sing with their favorite animatronics. Though Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were on the sign, only two animatronics were present at the place. Spring Bonnie, and Fred Bear. As far as Andrew knew, the animatronics were part of a "Dual sister location" thing, where one company had Freddy and his friends, and the other had Fred bear and his friend Spring Bonnie. Interestingly, the kids saw that this was mostly fair, as, unlike the other location, the ones here were more human like.

Andrew knew this; he knew why they were more lifelike. There were people inside them. People controlled the suits from inside, acted as them, pretended to be them. They wore the suits themselves. And Andrew thought it was horrific, for he had heard the stories the other children told of it. "They were haunted." They would say, or they were "Forsaken". To him, they were unknown, and his fear of the unknown was what made him act this way.

As they approached him, he would back away slowly, and if they were to touch him, he would freeze, as if their sight was based off movement.

Today felt different, though. He felt a frigidness in the air all day, like winter had barged in through the large double doors, unwelcome. The animatronics were less of a worry, though he kept his distance. It wasn't until the near end of the day that Andrew felt something was worse than different. It felt more Evil now. It felt like icy cold fingers were digging his back, like a piece of shattered glass. He found himself pulling away from more than just the suits, but also other children and adults. Everyone was more terrifying to him… more unknown.

The clock in the building chimed nine o'clock; it was time to go soon. Andrew could feel relief coming, but he still felt the overwhelming doom still pushing on him like a thousand pounds of weight atop his shoulders. Everyone else had gone, his brother asleep on one of the booths, the animatronics powered down, lying down on the stage. His father, however, was in the storage room, for the extra animatronic parts. His urge to peek was overwhelming, and soon he found himself quietly tiptoeing towards the door. He heard something… something unpleasant, behind it. Something flooding, splashing to the floor like a spilled water bottle. Pushing the door slowly, he peeked his curious head around the corner.

Inside he saw the usual sight, many heads of the animatronics atop shelves, along with arms and other sorts of parts adorning the room. An empty metal table was felt unusual in the middle of the small room. Around that time Andrew smelled and heard something Dreadful. As he turned his head, he saw his father, his back to the door Andrew was in, pushing something into one of the suits, the one normally on the table, with a strange sense of urgency. As Andrew's eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw that there was Blood everywhere. On his father, on whatever it was, Andrew could not see what it was, it was too dark, and the suit he was pushing it sound of rushing fluid was blood hitting the floor, he discovered with horror. Then, as his eyes adjusted, he saw what his father was doing. He had a small child in his hands, difficulty pushing it into the suit with a determined look on his face. Andrew held back a scream, his arms shaking, his eyes already producing an ample amount of tears. He fell backward, falling onto the ground with a quiet thud. Pushing himself away from the door, he got up and dashed towards the door, swearing he thought he saw the animatronics on the stage turn back on, only to stare at him as he shut the front door behind himself.

Author's Note-

Um... so this took much longer than I wanted too. It feels like forever ago since I said I would post this chapter, this story, but it only just now seems like the time to do it. To explain, let me tell you about how long it took to write this. Two months. Yeah, it did, and It's been an ordeal and a half to make it perfect, which I don't really think it is, but I knew if I waited any longer I wouldn't have anybody still left to read it. So bam! Chapter one! I rewrote this thing, and I counted, 26 times! YEP! It's so frustrating, but I finally got the basis of this down! I'll try and make this story better than the other three all together, so buckle up, And get ready, because it's coming! (Man I'm lame) Anyway, Have an exciting day everyone ^_^!

Song of the day-

I now this song is is a pretty late topic for me now, but I really like "Plushtrap" by Groundbreaking, of course, I love nearly every Groundbreaking song, even the non-fnaf ones. Oh! And I don't remember if I put it here, but the Foxy song by him is also very good. Wow, two songs of the day? You should be paying me! HAH!