A/N: This is my first Five Nights At Freddy's fic, it was an idea that wouldn't leave me alone. I love the game even though its nightmare fuel and wanted to help the fandom grow. Sorry its so short, but this is the prologue so its kinda meant to be. PLEASE review and tell me what you think
I looked up at the once joyful building in front of me. Even its outward façade showing signs of disrepair. I ran my hand along the wall and door handle as I walked up. A fond smile gracing my face as I began to take in the familiar scenery. It hadn't changed much over the past twenty years. Even though I had been in a different state since I was five. I still recalled every memory I had of the old place. I could see a few families inside eating; obviously, having never heard of the dark history the restaurant accumulated after 1987. I walked in and immediately looked to Pirates Cove, and my heart fell when I saw the curtains drawn and the 'out of order' sign. The cashier looked at me.
"May I help you?" she asked, perplexed on why someone of my age was there.
"Oh, of course! I just moved back to town and had to come back to my beloved childhood restaurant." I smiled. "To eat and maybe get a job here."
She looked at me pitifully. "The hours and pay are terrible, plus the band freaks me out."
"Oh the band is harmless…you should have seen this place in its hay day. It was wonderful. It has just fallen on hard times like the rest of the world. I honestly don't mind long hours or little pay. I wouldn't mind working for free; I love it here."
The cashier just gave me an even stranger look. "Can I get you anything?"
"Just a large coke please, thanks." I paid and left her a large tip, walking into the restaurant and sitting in front of Pirates Cove, looking at the curtain sadly. I set my coke on the table and looked to Freddy's band as the song ended, not missing the main three looking at me. I smiled and waved, hoping that their advanced minds would recognize me, hoping they weren't resentful. I felt it was my fault that the restaurant suffered. If I had just been strong enough to protect myself, Foxy wouldn't have freaked out in a protective outrage. I knew the manager had been forced to pay a ton in lawsuits and cover ups, and now the restaurant was suffering more than ever, what money they had left after the incident was drying up faster and faster. Especially since the murders involving a human actor in a Freddy suit in more recent years. If only I had been stronger, Foxy wouldn't have attacked the bully, protecting me, the animatronics would still be allowed to roam during the day, and the human actor would have never been hired. I took a sad sip of my coke, and now Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was only a few years away from closing its doors permanently; and it was all my fault.
"We usually don't get customers of your age. You aren't gonna cause any trouble are you?" An extremely tired, beaten, and old voice sounded from behind me.
I nearly jumped out of my skin, before turning and seeing the face of an incredibly aged Mr. Riley, the manager. He was still here after all these years…
"Mr. Riley, I didn't expect you to recognize me, I was only five at the time. I'm Lily Peterson, I shook his hand. " When I said my name I heard a loud bang from Pirates Cove and a slight trip up in Freddy's singing, causing me to look at the curtain, then Freddy, meeting the bear's eyes before he went back to singing fully.
Mr. Riley noticed the strange events and looked at me. "Who are you exactly?"
