Hello to you all! Yes, that's right, even I, the great John, cannot resist the urge to make a FNAF story! (Gasps) Anyway, this is NONCANON IN EVERY WAY! This is just a sad, dark, and also sorta cute and funny story that I've been wanting to make. I'm gonna go ahead and give you a run down of all the characters first! There's a lot of them, so DON'T FALL ASLEEP! Everyone awake? Good! Lets go!

Cris ( OC of FNAF 4 Child) – A shy, timid, emotional boy with a broken family and only one person he can really tell everything to, his best (and only) friend, Alice. Has an imaginary friend/plushy of Fredbear that can read his mind and follows him everywhere, appropriately named "Psychic Friend Fredbear." Has constant nightmares of evil, bloodthirsty animatronics. Is tormented relentlessly by his brother, Terence.

Alice (OC based on a NCP from FNAF 4 Minigames) – A very outgoing, friendly person and Cris's only/best friend. Loves the color orange for some strange reason. A bit of a tomboy, at times. Very protecting of Cris, as he is her best friend, and always tries her hardest to cheer him up.

Terence (OC of The Brother from FNAF 4) – A very rude person that always looks down on Cris and bullies him because, deep down inside, he's jealous of his brother and how his friend is so devoted to helping him.

Peter (OC of Purple Guy/The Killer) – A pure evil killer with a heart of ice. Works for both companies owned by Fazbear Entertainment (Fredbear's Family Diner and Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria). Hates children and always wears his signature Purple Employee's Uniform.

Frederick (OC) – A very cunning and soft spoken boy. Usually likes to stay in the background of everything. Likes the dark, because he can be alone with his thoughts. If angered, though, he can be a real threat.

Scott (OC of the child that possessed the Marionette) – A mysterious and wise boy. Acts as the guide and guardian of the children's souls.

James (OC of child that possesses Bonnie) – A very light-hearted boy that looks on the bright side of every situation. Very friendly!

Anyway, onto the chappie-ter! Enjoy!

Chapter One: Fredbear Takes a Bite

Cris sat alone in the crowded dining area of Fredbear's. He was supposed to be celebrating his 14th birthday, but he really didn't want to be anywhere near this place. He clutched his plushy/imaginary friend , Psychic Friend Fredbear, to his chest as he thought over the events of the past few days.

He'd been tormented relentlessly by his brother, Terence. He would don a Foxy mask and jump out of from behind and under things in a effort to scare him. He was also locked in the Parts and Service Room in Fredbear's, which was terrifying due to his fear of the animatronic mascots that worked fear was so great, that he couldn't even look at them. He tried to talk to his father about the fear, but he was always to busy to talk. Heavens knows that he can't tell Terence. There was only one person who he could trust, his only friend, Alice.

He remembered meeting Alice like it was yesterday. He'd been walking home from Fredbear's – his father worked there – when he was approached by a girl with orange hai. She told him about a rumor she'd heard about the animatronics: that if they catch you after hours, they kill you and hide your body where no one will ever find it. This only further fueled his fear. The girl introduced herself as Alice.

Ever since then, they'd been best friends. He told her everything, from his feelings, to his fears, to his problems, and always, no matter what, she listened and helped. She was the best friend he could ever ask for.

But, lately, Cris had been getting confused a lot with his emotions. He felt, what he thought was, more that friendship towards Alice. Possibly…love? No! Not that! 'We're just best friends!' He'd told himself. But he knew he felt something, he just didn't know what.

His thoughts were then interrupted by a voice he'd become so familiar with, "Hey, Cris!"

He snapped out of his daze to see the smiling face of his one and only friend, Alice, her orange hair trailing down to her shoulders. She wore an orange top and skirt, and, he had to admit, she looked very pretty.

'Oh, no. There go your thoughts again.' He thought to himself, 'I don't like her like that. Even if I did, she probably doesn't like me like that either.'

"Oh, h-hello, Alice," Cris replied, clutching PFFB to his chest.

"Happy Birthday!" She cried as she stuffed a fairly large box into Cris's hands and accidentally crushing PFFB, "I thought you might want this."

Cris examined the box. It was covered in golden wrapping paper and had a purple bow attached to it. There was a note attached as well, it read: To Cris, my best friend and the only person who will listen to me.

Cris was touched by this, for she was the only person who had actually remembered why they were here in the first place: to celebrate his birthday. He looked up and smiled at his friend, "Th-thanks, Alice!" Cris said, slightly blushing.

"Don't mention it!" She replied, beaming at her friend. "Well, go on, open it!"

Cris carefully unwrapped the box and opened it. What he found was a small, stuffed version of Spring Bonnie, another one of the performing animatronics. Seeing it reminded him why he didn't want to be here.

"Thanks…." He said, distantly, as he stared off into space.

"….Um, Cris, are you ok? You seem more….distracted than usual."

"…Alice, do you ever have nightmares about them?"

"About who?"

"The animatronics"

"Oh…..well, yeah, occasionally. I just think they're so…unsettling, just sitting there onstage with they're lifeless eyes piercing your very soul-"

"No, I mean the others. Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, Foxy"

"Oh, you mean the ones from the cartoon?" Alice asked, referring to the "Fredbear and Friends" cartoon.

"Yeah…them," Cris responded.

"Well, no, actually I never found them that creepy."

"Every night, I have nightmares about them. Their monstrous claws, their razor-sharp teeth, but Fredbear keeps me safe."

"Fredbear?" She asked, confused, "…oh, you mean your stuffed Fredbear!"

"Yes….he kept me safe from all of them, those monsters…"

"…..you ok?"

"….yeah…."

They sat there in silence, both unsure what to say, but, unbeknownst to them, Cris's brother, Terence, was about to do something that could be considered evil by the Purple Man, himself.

"Heh. Hey, fellas," Terence schemed to his cronies, "It's my little bro's special day. Why don't we give him a little surprise?"

"Yeah," One of his cronies, Dylan, said, "Let's give him a surprise he'll never forget…"

"Heh. Heh. Heh," The rest of them laughed.

"Alright, guys, let's do this!" Terence commanded, "Follow me."

Terence, followed by his possee, marched over to the table at which Cris and Alice were still silently sitting. Cris and Alice noticed them coming towards them and Cris got nervous.

"Oh...," Alice said, with disgust in her voice, "It's…..you."

"Heh. Your brother is kind of a baby, isn't 'e?" Dylan asked Terence as he glared at Cris.

"Yeah," Terence responded with his classic sneer, "It's hilarious!"

Cris sat there, still silent, looking fearfully at Terence and his cronies.

"Hey, Terence, I think the little guy wants to get up-close and personal with those two on-stage," Another one of Terence's cronies, Dave, said.

All in unison, the four bullies grabbed Cris by the shoulders and waist and hauled his body off of the ground. As they started carrying him towards the stage, Cris started trying desperately to break free from their grip but couldn't. All of the sudden, Alice stepped in and confronted the bullies.

"You know I'm not afraid of you, Terence, or your squad of cheerleaders!" She exclaimed as she glared Terence hard in the eyes, scowling fiercely.

"Cheerleaders?!" Dylan screamed angrily, "I'll kill you, you-"

"Dylan," Terence said, calmly, "If this bitch thinks she can stand up to us, then let her try!"

"Alice, get out of here!" Cris exclaimed to his friend, "I'm in a bad situation, but I'd rather be in this situation, than let you be in one too."

"Cris, I've got this, ok?" She said to her friend.

Cris was still worried as Alice advanced on the ones carrying him. The one in front, however, had other ideas. He ordered the two bullies in the back to "get her." The said bullies let go of me and grabbed grabbed Alice by the arms and pulled her to the side as the remaining two carried Cris closer to the stage.

"Hey!" Cris could hear Alice yell, "Let go of me!"

As the bullies passed the last dining tables and were in the final stretch to the stage, Cris started freaking out and struggling harder than he had ever before. He did not want to see those two animatronics any more than he had to today.

Despite his struggles to break free, the three were soon at the stage. At this time, an employee noticed Terence going unusually close to the animatronics and tried to get him to stop.

"Hey, sir, you're going too close to the animatronics. Sir? Did you hear me?

Get away from the animatronics, please!"

Terence simply ignored the employee as he finally reached the stage.

"Hey, I think ole Cris wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" Terence said, "On my count. One…two…three!"

The two lifted Cris upward and up Fredbear's giant mouth. They then lifted him until he was inside Fredbear's gaping maw. The two bullies laughed as they watched Cris cry in fear.

"Stop, Terence," Cris whimpered, "I'm scared."

Then there was many light pinging noises coming from Fredbear, followed by a loud groaning noise as Fredbear's lower jaw rose up forcefully, crushing Cris's head inside.

Everyone stood in absolute shock at the scene that just unfolded before them.

"No….no….that did not just happen!" Terence exclaimed, as he stared at the crushed copse of what used to be his brother, "No….no…"

Alice stared at the stage in unbelief. There's just no way her friend just died!

The silence in the building was shattered by one employee: "Holy crap! That kid died!"

The building suddenly burst into panic. "Someone call 911!" "Someone call my lawyer!"

"Someone call the paramedics!" "Somebody get the manager!"

"We were not trained for this!" One employee said as he panicked' "WE WERE NOT TRAINED FOR THIS!"

"Yep. This just happened," Alice thought. She then blacked out but fell down on the floor, because the two bullies holding her had ran off.

Terence's father ran up behind him, clearly in a panic.

"Terence!" He exclaimed, "What the hell did you DO!?"

And so, on July 26, 1984, Cris Williams died on his 14th birthday.

And so was the 2nd death of Fazbear Entertainment.

Well, that was the first chapter! Sorry that it was so long! Please review if you like this story! I'll see ya guys soon! Bye!