This is a fan-made sequel to Five Nights At Freddy's: The Silver Eyes. Although this story can be enjoyed without reading The Silver Eyes, the beginning will make a lot more sense to you if you have read it. If not, that's all right. I'll make sure that any important info from The Silver Eyes gets revealed as the story progresses.
Prologue"If you want to be one of them, then be one of them!"
The girl, Charlie, tripped the springlocks in Dave's suit, jerking her hands out. The locks snapped closed, tearing his neck open. He jerked back as she stepped away, tripping more of the locks. He screamed as the endoskeleton jerked into place, tearing through his body. He dropped to the ground writhing and screaming as one by one the springlocks released the animatronic machinery. Dave could feel his blood gushing out of his mangled body, his scream cut off as the last lock in his suit released, filling the torso of his suit and crushing his lungs against his right side. He writhed uncontrollably on the floor, catching a brief glimpse of the Fredbear suit staring at him, its two pinprick eyes seemed triumphant as it silently observed. Eventually, after an eternity of agony, everything faded into shadow.
Dave was dead.
Dave started, jerking his head up. He was sitting on a checkered floor, his legs pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around them. He looked around him, the room was decrepit, water dripping from the ceiling, mice scurrying across the floor. Party hats and paper plates, now covered in mold, were piled up next to an overturned table. An old banner lay strewn across the floor. It was no longer readable, mildew and moisture having taken their toll on it, but he knew what it said: "Happy Birthday from Freddy Fazbear!".
He was in Freddy's.
Dave slowly stood up. His Bonnie suit was gone, instead he was wearing his old Freddy's uniform. He looked down at the badge hanging on it, the polished brass shone in the gloom. A stark contrast to the dark purple fabric of his shirt. Dave looked up and around him one more time before looking back and reading the badge. It read 'Fazbear & Friends Official Security' at the top. The middle was Freddy's face, smiling. Beneath, it said 'Chief of Staff: William Afton'.
William, that was his name. His real name. His name when he built the restaurant with Henry, his name when he took the children, his name when he loved.
"It was you. It was you, wasn't it?" a voice behind him said.
William jumped, turning to face the speaker. It was a small, spectral child. His tiny form was a bright misty white. The only features visible on the boy were two empty black eyes and two lines of grey, extending from the bottoms of his eyes down to where his jaw should be. They looked almost like long tears, and as he watched, William saw tiny droplets form at the ends and drip down, vanishing before they hit the floor.
"You hurt us, you broke us." the creature asserted, stepping toward William. "They forgot, but I didn't."
"Who are you?" William asked, stepping back and looking around for some sort of weapon.
"Michael."
William froze, turning toward the small creature. "You're one of the children."
"No," Michael replied, "We are all the children."
Suddenly, five more figures like Michael appeared in the room, each a different height, but all bearing the same black eyes and long gray tears.
One of them, the smallest, stepped forward. He was different from the others, he seemed to glow in the shadows, casting light on the floor around him. He turned to Michael.
"Is this him?" the young boy asked, "Is this the grown up that took me, that broke us?"
William stepped back, towards the empty doorway as Michael turned toward the smaller child.
"Yes. He did this to us. He broke us. He trapped us. He ruined our perfect day." Michael turned toward William, pinpricks of light beginning to shine inside his hollow eyes. "He KILLED US!"
The other children snapped their spectral heads toward William, now almost at the door. He shook his head defensively and pointed an accusing finger toward Michael.
"Now," William said, "remember who gave you your perfect day in the first place. Who took you here. Who has loved! Like Henry did." He looked around at the children, staring them each in their hollow eyes, one by one. "I have known the joy of creation in bringing each of you here."
"No." The smallest one looked down towards his feet. "No, not us."
"Yes, you. Us." William said. "I am one of you, we are family. We are one."
"No!" He shouted shaking his head. The tears on his jawline began to drop more profusely. "No we're not! WE were one!" He looked up at William. "We were together. I was hers, she was mine, and you broke us!"
The little boy sobbed, bowing his head. "You broke us and we can't be one. We can't be one ever! Never, never, never, never, never!" His head snapped up, bright pupils shone in his black eyes and his tear streaks turned an angry, violent red. "I HATE you!" He screamed. The boy turned to the others. "Kill him!" he ordered, "Break him! Hurt him! Kill him!"
William took off through the doorway, racing through the hallway outside of Pirate's Cove; which, he now noticed, was the room he had been in. He ran through the dimly lit hallway into the main dining area. It was mostly empty now, the tables and chairs piled into a corner by the old horse ride. Boxes and puddles were strewn all across the checkered floor, illuminated by light coming from the stage. Standing, silently, on the brightly lit stage were three massive animatronics. A chicken, a rabbit, and a bear.
William's foot caught on a box and he tripped, cursing. Three of the children shot past him and onto the stage. The lights in the character's eyes flickered on, turning to fix their gaze on him.
William stood up. A silvery light rounded a corner behind him, turning to illuminate him from behind. William dropped to the ground just before Foxy lunged for him. The animatronic sailed over his head, letting out an inhuman scream before it crashed to the floor.
William jumped up, dashing to the hallway on the right side of the stage. The animatronics on stage began to thrash their legs as he ran past, ripping themselves free of their restraining bolts.
William ran through the doorway and stumbled to a stop. In front of him was a massive thing. A giant, pitch black creature with glowing white eyes and teeth stared at him, unblinking, from the other side of the room. It tilted its head, and its form distorted, fracturing and rearranging its parts like a glitching computer monitor.
The animatronics screamed behind him, their eyes illuminating the wall behind the figure, which, oddly, cast no shadow. Its form remained absolutely black, unaffected by the light. William broke the creature's gaze, turning left and running towards the saferoom.
It was there, just where it always had been. Fortunately, it no longer seemed to be bricked in. The entryway was, however, loosely boarded up with large gaps that he could possibly fit through. He reached the doorway, and Foxy rounded the corner behind him. His footsteps padding hard against the tile, his silver eyes cast a blinding light on the boarded doorway.
William squirmed to wriggle through the gap between the boards. Foxy sprinted straight for him and lunged as he slipped through. The fox slammed into the boards, cracking them as he hit. William scrambled away from the entryway, but Foxy didn't follow. The giant robotic animal stood just outside of the saferoom, searching with its searing eyes as if the doorway wasn't there. It reached tentatively toward where William had squeezed through the boards, but its hand stopped short, as if pushing against an invisible barrier.
William let out a sigh of relief. The animatronics couldn't see the saferoom, their programming ensured that. To them, it was just a smooth wall.
Foxy continued to search the doorway, sliding his hand over the invisible boundary between them. The other children stepped into the room, each inside their suit. They regarded Foxy briefly before turning away, walking back to the dining room. Foxy lingered by the doorway, as if waiting for it to change, before he turned and stalked down the hallway. William moved to stand up, but his hand slipped on a board, sending it skidding right under the boards in the doorway and out into the hall. Foxy froze mid step. The giant fox swung around and stared down the doorway, searching suspiciously with his silvery eyes before he slowly retreated back to the dining room.
William let out the breath he'd been holding and slowly, carefully, stood up. Well, he thought, what now? He stepped back, away from the doorway.
And right into a large, furry body.