DISCLAIMER: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's or any of its characters. I do own some character plushies, but that's not the same thing, now is it?

A/N: Hello everyone! I thought it would be a fun idea to give the missing children their own story. I am primarily basing my information on the cutscenes and mini games from FNaF 2, so please, no comments or reviews about how "your timeline is wrong!" "It didn't happen that way." Obviously, there is a lot of speculation involved since Scott Cawthon doesn't give us much information, but that's part of the fun! Just enjoy and feel free to share what your thoughts are on what happened.

BECOMING FREDDY

Chapter 1-Matthew

Matthew was swinging lazily on the swing set of the local playground. Despite it being a warm and sunny day outside, the playground was empty. Matthew frowned. He stopped swinging and began to kick some of the dirt and wood chips on the ground with his foot. If only he had someone to play with.

Matthew heard some laughter off in the distance and glanced up. Squinting his eyes to help him see in the sun, Matthew could see some people, specifically, children, across the street. He hopped off the swing, a dirt cloud swirling around his feet from the impact, and ran toward the edge of the playground. Matthew stopped abruptly when he reached the street, taking care to look both ways like he'd been told by his parents time and again, before making a mad dash across the road.

Upon reaching the other side, Matthew stared up at the sign on the building in front of him. Being only six years old, reading was still a challenge on occasion, but his teacher gave him a smiley face sticker when he read the sentence on the blackboard out loud and correctly, so Matthew decided to try and figure out what this place was.

"Fre-eh," Matthew said slowly, methodically. "Fre-eh-dee...oh! Freddy! F-fa-zz-buh-ear...Fazbear!"

While Matthew worked out the words on the sign, a car pulled into the parking lot where he was standing. Freddy Fazbear's employee, Purple Guy, stepped out of his vehicle and went to go into the building but paused his walk to the building upon seeing and hearing Matthew. He smiled and quietly walked up behind the boy.

"Freddy Fazbear's...Pie..." the boy continued.

"Almost," Purple Guy interjected.

Matthew whirled around to face Purple Guy, who knelt down on one knee to be at the boy's level.

"The 'I' is silent, so the word starts off with a 'p' sound," he continued. "Try again."

Seeing the boy's reluctance, Purple Guy nodded in an attempt to reassure him. Matthew turned his attention back to the sign and attempted the final word again.

"Peee-zzahh..." he sounded out. "Pizza! Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!"

"Good job," Purple Guy congratulated Matthew, who was beaming from his accomplishment.

"Thanks, Mister," Matthew said, remembering his manners like his parents said.

He then walked up to the front door of the establishment, looking through the glass doors to see inside. After a moment, Purple Guy followed behind him.

"Know anybody in there?" he asked Matthew.

"Umm..." Matthew looked at the various children inside.

There appeared to be some sort of party going on. The children all had party hats on, there were colorfully wrapped presents on a nearby table and a giant walking bear in a top hat seemed to be giving cake out to the kids.

"That's Ben there," Matthew stated. "That's Lisa and that's her brother, Jimmy. They're in my class at school."

Matthew turned away from the door and looked down at his shoes, sniffling slightly as he tried not to cry.

"I wish I could play with them," he mumbled. "But none of my friends are around today."

"What about the kids inside?"

Matthew shrugged.

"If only there were a marionette and you were the master," Purple Guy commented. "You could pull their strings and have them come play with you whenever you wanted."

Matthew looked up at Purple Guy.

"Mister? What's a mary-on-nette?" he asked, tripping slightly on the pronunciation of the last word.

"A marionette is a puppet," Purple Guy explained. "Did you know that we have on here?"

Matthew shook his head.

"Would you like to see it?"

Matthew nodded. Purple Guy extended his hand to Matthew, who stared at it reluctantly. No doubt his parents had informed him about "stranger danger."

"You can trust me," Purple Guy assured the little boy. "I'm a security guard here,"

Matthew's eyes darted from Purple Guy's hand, to his face, to the golden badge on his purple dress shirt and then back again. A security guard was like a policeman, so he could trust him, right? Cops were cool, especially when they arrested the bad guy like they did on TV. That in mind, Matthew took Purple Guy's hand and they went inside Freddy's together.

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