Chapter 1: Introductions

The flames crackled around the purple-skinned man, holding his phone close to his chest as someone seemed to scream over the speaker.

"Michael, get out of there!" another man on the other end shouted desperately, "The place has already started to cave in, and the door's locked too tight! I-I-I can't get to you…!" the purple man suddenly lifted the phone to his face, but took a moment to speak, letting the other man rant until he ran out of breath.

"Jeremy, it's okay. It's my turn," he said, his tear ducts starting to function, "It's time this story comes to an end, don't you think?"

"Mike, you're talking about dying, for real. We don't know if you'll come back..." Jeremy answered seriously, "What happens if-"

"Everything's alright Jerry. Maybe, this is what's intended for me." There was silence between the two as the crackling grew closer, and a distant screaming—an inhuman screeching—sounded over the other end. "Besides, I'm with my family." Mike started coughing; the smoke completely filling up the room now. Jeremy started sobbing quietly,

"You're really not coming out to be with me, are you?" Jeremy asked weakly, not wanting to hear the obvious answer. "Goodbye."

Fredbear's Family Diner: New Harmony, UT; November 1982

Michael, now just a young boy of nine, sat behind a girl playing an arcade minigame called "Fruity Maze," she was amazing at it—so much so, that Mike just sat in awe with his jaw dropped and stars in his eyes.

"You're so fast! I've never seen any one go this quick before!" Michael shouted with excitement dripping off his chin in the form of saliva, which he didn't notice.

"I'm a pro at this game." she replied, tossing her hair back in a confident, yet slightly sassy manner, "You just need to practice." she said, taking her eyes away from the screen to look at the person whom was giving her praise, only to see the one foot long line of saliva, slowly growing longer. "Wipe your chin, honey." the blonde girl said, her hair tied back with purple ribbons and white pompoms. Michael looked down and flushed slightly.

"Sorry, I was really… uh… distracted." Mike said as he wiped the drool with his sleeve. "How long did it take you to get this good?"

"Four years."

"Four?! That's like half my life!" Michael whined, he wanted to be just as good as her today, not in four years. The little brunette boy pouted, drawing his big brother's attention.

"Hey, brat." the older brother said, "What're you crying for?" he leaned over on Michael, one elbow on him, digging into the little boy's shoulder.

"Ouch!" Mike pushed his brother off of him, "That hurts you know!" The blonde girl chuckled, and proceeded to finish the level and then take her tickets.

"Well, it was nice meeting you Mikey." she said, pushing her blonde locks over her shoulder.

"Oh, uh, nice meeting you too, uh..." Mike started up but realized he didn't know her name, and flushed a bit in embarrassment.

"Susie; though people call me Scarlet because I usually wear a scarlet ribbon. I think." she replied, closing her eyes and smiling at Mikey. She leaned over and ruffled his curly hair, and pulled a single strand forward onto his forehead. Scarlet walked away; Mike put his hand on his forehead to feel the strand of hair on forehead. He ran to find a mirror, and he smiled.

"Going to keep it that way now?" the older brother said. Mike smiled and patted it down, to make it look more like an "S."

"Yeah, I feel like Superman!" Mike cheered, "Then you can be Lex Luthor, Matt!" Mike added.

"You'll make a poor Superman." Matthew jeered, before putting his arm around Mike and giving him a good ol' fashioned noogie.

"Boys. I'm done, we can go home now." A man walked toward the boys, practically towering over them. He was wearing a very formal suit, and looked like he was walking away from a very important business deal, his black hair even had gel in it, which was saying a lot for him.

"Wait, William…!" someone else called, the two looked like brothers but they weren't.

"Come on dad, forget him for once." Matthew started up, "You promised you would show me the new console for your next video game."

"I still will after I hear him out." the man said, retreating from his sons and back to his business partner. William leaned over to hear his partner better, took about two minutes to listen before agreeing and taking off with his family.

The family set up for dinner, Matthew put up the high chair for his little sister—Elizabeth—to eat with them, while Michael set up the silverware, and William served up the food.

"How much spaghetti would you like Matthew?" William called, hair gel washed out and now flying in all directions in a massive fuzz, and pajamas on their father, clearly glad to be home.

"A lot!" Matthew called.

"That's not a real amount!" William replied and put about three cups of noodles of Matthew's plate and a cup of spaghetti sauce next. Matthew ran into the kitchen and snagged his plate from his father, "Hey! There's no veggies on there yet."

"Don't want any!" Matthew said and took his plate to the table, found his spot next Lizzie and started stuffing his face. Instead of forcing his son to part take in vegetables, he let his son be and put the next plate together. Michael came to kitchen and took the massive plate of garlic bread to the table, Matthew grabbed three slices of the bread, while Mike only took one.

"Two to one." Mike said with a smile, holding up his plate for his father. William smiled at how high his youngest son held the plate above his head like he was still too small to reach him, though he was more than capable of doing so. As asked, William put two cups of noodles on his plate, then one cup of sauce, approximately. "Thanks." Mike smiled gratefully and took his place at the table, dipping his garlic bread in the sauce, like the whole Afton family did.

William took his spot next to Elizabeth and Michael, he looked across the table and smiled at the empty chair where his wife used to be. "She was too big for this place." William thought to himself, "Hopefully, she'll have more luck in New York, or Hollywood or wherever she is now."

The four just enjoyed their meal in silence, and soft babbling from the only girl in the house. Today, would be their last good day.