Surprised to see me again? Good so am I! This came to me when I was bored, just wanted something to write and unwind after finals. By the time I realized what had happened..THIS was written.

As far as I know this might be the first crossover of this type to take place. Just don't expect it to get too deep into the lore or see your many of your favorite Animitronics. Anyway, lets get this thing rolling.

Calvin and Hobbes is owned by Bill Watterson.

Five Nights at Freddy's is the property of Scott Cawthon

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Another day, another dollar, another hopeful day that he won't get home and discover that his son had trashed the house. This is the life that Calvin's dad lead. Truthfully his life was fairly mundane at this stage; he had a job, a nice house, a wife and son.

Though if there was one thing which the world had learned; Calvin was anything but mundane. But that was really the only thing that wasn't mundane about his life. He went to work and did his job without fuss. That was a lie, there was some fuss but he kept it to himself.

He did all that was in his power to try and keep things normal. But life would throw him yet another curve ball.

The phone ringing wasn't uncommon, but he sometimes wished the secretary wouldn't give him most of the calls. He picked up the phone and began in a cheery, yet somehow still stale voice,

"Good Morning, how may I help you?"

"Um Hello..is this the..hold on I had a business card somewhere." A voice came out the other end, clearly a man with a british accent. He seemed calm and collected, in spite of his words.

"Sir if you were going to call something besides a patent office, then I'm sorry but you've called-"

"Oh so this is the patent office. Well then I did call the right place." The man' quickly recovered himself. Too quick in Calvin's dad's opinion.

"Umm yes, is there something that I can help you with?"

"There is. I'm a bit of a robotics expert and I'm hoping to get my latest invention patented."

Why else would someone contact his office? Dad thought, leaning back in his chair. It was going to be yet another simple procedure. He'd half wondered why they didn't teach people this themselves...then realized it would mean he'd be out of a job.

"Alright, first can you tell me what exactly you're invention is?" He asked. "If I know exactly what it is, then that'll help me categorize it."

"Ah yes, it's a series of mechanics..like in the robots you see on stage at pizza places and places like that."

"Just what the world needs." Calvin's Dad mumbled,away from the phone, to himself. He wrote down the information and went back to the call.

"So what exactly does this invention do, is it some advanced version of those systems?"

"Much more, for you see...well it's a bit hard to explain."

"Well that doesn't help me out much with your information." Dad said, freezing as the words escaped his mouth. He almost expected the man to get angry, then lash out at him for saying that.

Yet he wasn't sure if the chuckle that escaped from the man's lips was better..or worse.

"It's alright, you do have a fair point with that, I'll do my best to describe it."

Despite the rest of the work he had to do, Dad let the man describe what he'd invited It had taken almost three fourths of an hour .but he'd finally gotten all the details.

What the man had described was something right of some computer game. A series of interlocking mechanisms that would be a regular robot; but when withdrawn would allow the person to wear the robots shell as a suit. It sounded deranged, but he could see the business aspect of it.

Even if the system was costly to manufacture, it would save money in the long run. Plush if the suits were outlined with the metal parts, it might save them from...accidents.

He shivered slightly, remembering when a man in a costume had startled Calvin at one of those places.

They had been forced to pay for the plate , repairs to the arcade machine, and a hospital bill.

Pushing those thoughts away and getting back to his work, he jotted down a couple last bits of information.

"Alright sir, it looks like I've got almost everything I need." he said. "I can submit your patent here or send it to you first."

The man on the other end chuckled. In spite of himself, and what he'd seen Calvin do, a chill ran up Dad's spine. He got a terrible feeling from this man all of a sudden. He put it aside as he spoke up again.

"Would it trouble you to send it?"

"Not at all sir. I just need your name." Dad said,. His hand shook now, but he forced it to be stable. All he needed was this man's name and then send it. Once that was done he never had to interact with him again.

"William Afton."

"Alright..how do you spell Aft...what?" He bit his tongue and cursed himself for asking. Another chuckle, and other shiver up the spine.

"You're not the first person to get my name wrong; and you certainly won't be the last."

That's not what I'm worried about. Dad thought as Afton spelled out his name for him. He signed it on the form before he looked back at the phone.

"Alright sir, I shall send this in and they will get back to you." He said, trying not to sound a bit rushed.

"Thank you for your time, and choosing our service, the bill-" Dad was cut off as the dial tone interrupted him. He stared at the phone before hanging it up with a grunt.

He glanced down at the form in his hand and thought about just tearing it up and forgetting about it.

But that would no doubt lead to another conversation, with the man and his boss. He sighed and then shuffled the paper into the outgoing pile on his desk. He then set to work, just trying to see if anything else needed to be done.

As he got another document he tried to push the incident out of his mind. After the creepshow he'd just gotten, whatever Calvin could do would be a welcome relief.

At last he pushed it to the back of his mind, content that at the very least, he wouldn't have to get involved with Afton's affairs ever again.

Little did he know that thinking like that would land him into a very tense situation.


What will it come to next? Let's just wait and see.

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