The Origins Of Freddy's - Miles
A FNAF FanFiction
"Huh...huh...huh..." I kept panting as I was speeding down the sidewalk on my bike. I checked my watch. "Ah, crap! I'm gonna be late!" I cried out. "Shawn won't like this!" I screamed in my mind. "Just five more minutes!" I thought "Then I'll be at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria." I slowed as I came to the last light, my blonde hair blowing in my face from the high winds. The pizzeria was just in sight. "C'mon light!" I urged under my breath. "If this damn light would change in time, maybe I could actually make it to the pizzeria on time!" I thought. What's up? My name is Miles. I know you've probably already met Maine, Shawn, and Brandon. If not, go meet them. We all have to contribute something to our introductions, so I'll fill you in a bit on other things. I'm the oldest after Brandon, being born in mid-September. Maine is the shortest, being 5'4, then followed by the last of our group, then followed by Shawn, who's 5'6, then me, who's 5'9, then Brandon, who's a giant at 6'1. Maine has long, curly red hair that she normally wears in a ponytail, with eyes the color of emeralds. Brandon has shoulder-length dirty-blonde/brown hair and eyes that most would describe as "the color of the ocean on the sunset". Shawn has shoulder-length hair, but is a brunette, unlike Brandon. He has chocolate brown eyes that sparkle at the sound of the words "games" and "outdoor exploring" in the same sentence. I'm another shoulder-height blonde, but with hazel eyes, and I love the pizza at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. Everyone else thinks it tastes like talc or cardboard, but I like it. I was raised in a not so financially well home, what others call broken. I ran away from my parents home at the age of ten after not being able to take the crap from my parents anymore. I even told them, "If it keeps going on like this, me and Melissa are going to be taken in by child services." But they never listened. Both my parents were druggies and alcohol addicts, but I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to take Melissa with me, but I knew I'd barely be able to support myself, let alone a five year old. I only hope Melissa was taken into custody and given to a loving family who could care for her and support her. At the age of ten, I enrolled at a nearby public school, got a job at a ministry service, accepting jobs for all ages, and lived on the streets until I was twelve.( Though when I was eleven, I enrolled at a different public school, and that was when I met Brandon, Maine, and the last of us.) I saved up and I was just able to afford a little shack of an apartment, and luckily it came with furniture. By then I applied for a fast-food job, which paid a bit better than my ministry job. Now I live in my apartment, and was able to come back and call claim for my things after my parents were arrested for child abuse, illegal substance abuse, and other things. I didn't get to see Melissa though, but the police said they could arrange a meeting for us in a few months. "Finally, the light changed!" I thought. I looked at my watch. "Sweet! I'll make it there just in time!" I thought, ecstatic for meeting up with my friends. And Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria was just in view...
Freddy Fazbear and all associated with "Five Nights at Freddy's" video game "Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox,Pirate Cove,Freddy Fazbear, and Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria" are all copyrighted to Scott Cawthon. Everything else is copyrighted to zeldafangirl101 on FanFiction