Bit of a disclaimer:
-I do not own FNAF 1 or 2, nor do I have any affiliation with Scott Cawthon.
-I only own my OC(s) in this story/in general.
-Human!AU
-Pairings are listed in the description and they will be followed! However, some side pairings and maybe little "flings" will occur. (JackXToy Bonnie, and a few others).
-Some MaleXMale shipping occurs! This is your warning!
-If you're not satisfied with this story as it is, feel free to exit now, I won't mind. My stories aren't everyone's cup of tea.
Edit 12/8/14: Fixed the date to be just a bit more "historically" accurate after looking at Nov. 1987 calendar.
MAJOR EDIT 1/10/15: I decided to add mpreg into this story! Now I may get less viewership, but there isn't any in chapters 1-8. Chapter 9 will have mentions of it. The majority of it probably won't happen until the double digit chapters. That is all.
Afternoon of December 4th, 2014. Jack's House.
Jack sighed as he took off his gloves to unlock his house's door. Technically speaking, it's his parents, as he's only sixteen, but he still calls the house "his" if referring to it in conversation. With his hands full of mail, and one of his arms preoccupied with his backpack, he maneuvered his way around his cats, who were always in the way, to the kitchen, and he dropped off all of his stuff on the table.
Glancing at the clock on the microwave, the digital numbers read out 2:35 PM. Feeling excited since he had no homework, he quickly put away his things, and then grabbed himself a small snack of pita bread and hummus. He then proceeded through his living room, into the hallway, and into his room. Out of habit, he shut his door. Even though there wasn't anyone home he could annoy with the speakers up loud, he was just used to that little act of courtesy.
Sitting in his worn yet comfortable black desk chair, he began the process of turning on his computer. It is an HP, refurbished, and a gift his dad bought for him a few months ago, to replace his four year old laptop. The monitor sprung to life, and he was logging into his account. The first thing he did when the computer booted up was to open a web browser and went to YouTube.
Being obsessed with Five Nights at Freddy's for the past few weeks, and have played the games up through the fourth night, he put on a play through to watch. He had watched all of Markiplier's videos, and now he's been watching iHasCupquake make her way through, or at least attempt to make her way through the first game. He was beginning to doze as he made it to her completing the third night of the second game.
Looking at the clock on the monitor, it read that it was 3:45 PM. Had he really been at the computer that long? Between Tumblr and the videos, he had wasted a tremendous amount of time on the machine. Getting up to stretch, he gathered his mess and threw it in his waste basket. He then went to open the door to go use the restroom to relieve himself.
Though he was not prepared for what lay beyond the door.
Late Morning November 9th, 1987. A Busy Downtown.
As soon as he was through the door, he stopped dead in his tracks. He found himself in the midst of a busy downtown area, and judging by the residential housing around him, he guessed it was near or in a suburb.
Turning around to try to go back into his room, the door was gone. He wasn't dressed too flashy, he just had on a hoodie over a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of black slippers on, because he had taken his shoes off when he got in his house.
Glancing at a passing car, he noticed it wasn't from his time. Nor from the 2000s, let alone the '90s. He shrugged it off as someone taking their "vintage" car for a spin. Deciding he would find a restaurant to stop in at, get a bite, and call someone. He very well could use the phone in his pocket, but he thought finding a restaurant would be for the best. As he walked into town, he noticed that the cars were similar to the one he saw earlier. The sun was also high in the sky, but when he got home it was lower in the sky.
"Very peculiar." Jack thought to himself.
He ran through possible scenarios in his head while he walked. Did he just get transported to the past? That one made him laugh out loud. That's something you'd see in a sci-fi show or novel, something like Doctor Who.
Passing by a corner store, there were bins for newspapers being sold. Glancing at the date, he could've sworn the year was "1987". Going back to check, his heart sank. The date was Monday, November 9th, 1987.
"Not good." He thought to himself. "Not good at all."
Just then he saw an older couple, he'd say they were in their 50s, walking out of the store, the woman carrying a bag, and the man arm-in-arm with her. He approached the two and put on his sincerest voice possible.
"Excuse me," he began "Do you know what today's date is?"
The elderly man responded in a pleasant tone, "Why it's the ninth of November lad! Shouldn't you be in school? And what's with those shoes?"
Jack ignored the additional questions and instead responded with, "Of what year? Sorry, I'm just really out of it today."
"Of 1987!" The elderly woman replied, "Maybe you do need to be in school!"
Laughing nervously, Jack also asked, "Where's the nearest restaurant? I'm in the need of a quick bite, and I'd like to use their phone."
"Well why didn't you say so?" The elderly man replied, "The nearest place I can think of would be Fran and Stan's Diner about five miles from here. But since you probably don't want to walk that far, the closest "restaurant" would be Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a children's restaurant, just a half block down this road."
Jack swallowed hard and thanked the couple as they began walking towards more shops. Of course it's Freddy Fucking Fazbear's. At a loss for words, and any sort of plan, he began walking down the road.
It only took a few moments to be standing in the parking lot of the strip mall containing the infamous pizzeria. Gathering his strength, he walked towards the restaurant. It wasn't busy, though given it was a Monday at some morning hour. Upon reaching the door, he saw a help wanted flyer. They were looking for a security guard. Chuckling, he pushed the main door open, and he knew what he was going to do.
Review at your pleasure and critic. I'm not expecting much for the first chapter though, and things are just starting to happen, which will be explained in due time.
