Warning: This will probably get dark. Sorry. Just a note: I do not own the game
Nathaniel stared through the window into Fredbear's. Kids were running around and eating pizza and playing. A bird that had accidentally flown into the diner fluttered about overhead. Nathaniel watched the scene for a few minutes. It was a nice place, for kids at least, but it was time to go home; thirteen years old meant some degree of freedom, but he didn't want to push it and receive a lecture from his parents about being irresponsible.
He turned the corner to walk behind the diner, a shortcut he often took, and tripped. Darn shoelaces! he thought, sitting down to tie them back up. A car pulled up and an older teen got out. "Hey kid, quit loitering! You better not be vandalizing anything," he shouted at Nathaniel.
Nathaniel rolled his eyes. He knew that man's type: a rude jerk who thought he owned the world. The best way to deal with people like that was to just leave. "Ok ok I'm going. Gee," he said.
"Yeah you bet you're going," the man stomped forward. Nathaniel stood up, not expecting the man to be quite so aggressive. He didn't get up fast enough. The man pushed him and he fell. Nathaniel was afraid now. "I've had to chase away too many dumb, disrespectful, vandalizing kids like you, you hear me? Get out," the man warned.
Shaking, Nathaniel got up. Sure as heck he wasn't going to come back after this. His shoelace still untied, he headed towards the main street. No shortcut today. Childish but defiantly, he stuck his tongue out as he walked past the man. Just barely did he have time to notice the man lunge at him. There was a sharp pain at his back and his scream was muffled by the hand covering his mouth. His vision blurred and he gasped, falling to the ground. He tried to scream again but all he accomplished was making a strangled, choking sound. Warm blood came out with it, splashing against his upturned face. "Stupid kids," the man muttered with contempt as he bent down and wiped the knife on Nathaniel's shirt. He gave the boy a kick and folded the knife back down into its sheathed position.
The world became fuzzy as Nathaniel gave another choked gasp, shallower than the last. With effort, he turned his head. Warm blood was pooling around him. As everything faded, the last thing Nathaniel saw was his murderer calmly walking back to his car.