"The world we knew won't come back." Part:1- "Rebirth ."
Chapter 1
"Secrets are deadly..."
It was a normal day in the infamous pizzeria "Freddy Fazzbear's pizza".
The party children were all laughing at the preforming Chicka and Bonnie, eating the delicious pizza and overall had a great time.
Well…all except for the birthday boy.
This poor kid sat beneath the lone bright yellow wall chewing silently on the tiny slice of pizza he got.
The boy's name was Anthony. Tony Ranger. And currently he was the unhappiest kid in town.
Why you ask?
Well he just happened to be the most hated kid in school and his mother thought that inviting the whole class to his birthday party will be a great way for him to make friends.
Too bad the kids showed up just to embarrass him with crappy baby gifts and make his life living hell.
Tony sighted running a hand through his mass of black hair, gentle chocolate brown eyes sparkling with sadness and confusion.
Why do they hate me so much? He thought munching on the piece of pizza to stop a sob from escaping. What did I do to deserve this? The ten-yea-old got up from his seat and made his way to the men's bathroom only to bump into Freddy on the hallway.
The boy gulped as he slowly made his head look up at the much taller animatronic.
To be honest he was always afraid of the brown bare.
The way he talked always made his skin crawl and his laugh just seamed…unnatural. Creepy even.
Cold, lifeless blue eyes looked down at him blankly from behind the smiling bare mask.
Tony swallowed down the lump in his throat before saying:
"H-Hi Freddy."
The animatronic's electrical brain analyzed what the child said before giving him a reply:
"Hello Tony Ranger." The boy wasn't surprised by the response though. The walking tin cans had a face recognition program in their systems that remembered all the guests that were invited to the party.
When he was playing with Foxy in the pirate's cove he asked the fox why they had the program installed, the pirate only stared at him blankly before replying:
"Safety measures matey." To Anthony he almost sounded disappointed. As if the bad thing that was supposed to happen already happened long before the company had time to prepare for it.
As if it was already too late.
The boy shrugged and walked past the leader of the singing band to reach the bathroom as fast as possible to clean himself up.
He didn't want his mom to see him like this.
Betty Ranger worked so hard to afford this party that seeing her son not enjoying his time at it will only brake her already brushed heart.
And if there was anything Tony didn't want to do, was become like his father.
The man who was responsible for their miserable life in the slums on the countryside, who hurt them both by leaving them to rot in their cursed lifestyle to live with a younger girl.
The man responsible for his terrible time in school.
And for the pained look in his mother's eyes every time she thought him and his little brother Leo were not looking.
Tony sighted and after turning on the water, looked at the small boy in the bathroom reflection.
The kid he saw was sad.
Depressed even.
With big chocolate eyes he unfortunately got after his father, a lean figure, his mother's raven-black hair, slightly brownish skin tone, red blouse with a golden thunder bolt plastered in the middle, light-blue jeans and green sneakers.
Again he let out another light sight as he dipped his young hands in the running, already hot-ish, water. For a minute he simply stood there and admired the warm, comforting feeling of the liquid running through his fingers provided.
After being sure his hands and face were clean enough he made a turn to grab the towel that was always hanging on the right end of the bathroom, only to be stopped by the sudden realization that Freddy Fazbear was standing right next to him.
The poor boy jumped startled, wondering how did the over grown walk all the way into the bathroom through the loudly cracking floor without him realizing it.
God those things are quiet. Tony thought glaring at the animatronic.
The bare looked at him in the eyes before saying in his clod, mechanical voice:
"A towel Anthony?" Freddy placed his gigantic paw before the boy with the cloth in it.
Tony raised an eyebrow but took the towel and wiped his hands and face admiring the softness of the cloth against his wet cheeks.
"Thank you Freddy." He forced a smile to appear on his face as he looked up at the robot.
"You're welcome Anthony." Freddy then looked back at the door behind him. "You are not joining your friends?"
Somehow the kid liked the toys better when all they could do was sing those crappy songs on the stage.
Tony let his head bow slightly.
"I'll join them later. I still have business to take care of." The lone boy watched silently as the heavy machine made its leave. And he had to be honest with himself. It did it rather loudly.
Anthony frowned.
Something was wrong.
How the hell was Freddy able to sneak up on him earlier when now only a deaf person could say he was "quiet"?
Come on Tony. A voice in his head sneered. You're overthinking things too much. Relax. Believing it was is mind pulling tricks on him he just shook his head to clear his thoughts.
After deciding he can't go back to his so called "friends" he went into one of the toilets, locked the door and sat beneath the cold wall to wait this party out.
He sat there holding his knees close to his chest and cleared his head of thoughts.
Slowly the ten-year-old realized that his eyelids are getting heavier every time he closed and opened them.
It didn't take him long to figure out why's that happening.
The sink he washed his hands in was dripping water:
Drip,
Drip,
Drip,
The steady rhythm of liquid hitting metal made his head fuzzy and tired.
And before he knew it he was asleep.
#Around midnight#
"Hey, pssst…kid. Wake up." A voice hushed somewhere near his left ear. He murmured a "Five more minute's mom" and tried to continue sleeping but it seemed that the voice was not going to let that happen.
"Kid we don't have time for this. Wake up." Tony hissed as a strong hand hit his head.
"What…what's wrong? What time is it?" The poor boy said rubbing his eyes tiredly. What's going on? Where am I? Those questions plagued his head for more than ten minutes now.
Suddenly realization hit him like a hammer to the guts.
He was at a party, his own party.
Then he remembered going into the men's bathroom and the sound of metal hitting water.
"There is no time for this kid." A hollow voice hisses pulling him out of thought. "Now get up. You have work to do."
"What kind of work?" Anthony looked at his hand watch. "Oh my god! It's already midnight! Damn mom's going to kill me."
"Will you shut up?!" The voice from earlier hissed while pulling him up to his feet. "Make another sound and I guarantee you won't survive this adventure squirt."
Even though Tony had about a billion questions running through his head he decided to keep his mouth shut and let the mysterious person lead him down the hallway.
While they were walking Tony had to admit. The place looked rather creepy at night.
Pity the night guard. He thought with a light chuckle as the p
assed the party door.
"Where are we going? And who are you?" He finally gave in to his curiosity and asked those questions even when the man (the voice was too deep to belong to a female) clearly told him not to.
He felt the person pulling him stop to a halt. Then instead of deep darkness Tony saw two blind white orbs staring at him.
In the light the boy could make out a small bow beneath that things neck and a pair of bear-like ears.
"We are going on an adventure." The shadowy Freddy-like figure said. "To stop a criminal once and for all. Do you have a phone?"
Tony smiled weakly and pulled out a smartphone he got from his father as a birthday present a week ago.
"Good." The bare (Tony just assumed it was Freddy) nodded. "As for who I am…I hope you never find out."
Anthony still didn't understand much, but being the ten year old he is, he simply loved the idea of having an adventure in a so called haunted house.
As they walked along the hallway Tony realized the posters on the walls usually presenting happy children suddenly transformed into pictures of one characteristic crying child with purple tears.
Huh…so that's what happens when you drink too much purple stuff. The boy thought as suddenly the figure pushed him back behind the corner.
"Shhhhh…" The bare said while pointing on what was behind the corner. "You see that guy in the kitchen?" Tony slowly peaked over the edge.
There on one of the kitchen tables sat a man in a purple night guard costume with a bright yellow badge, cleaning one of the animatronic suits from something crimson and dry.
The suit he was cleaning was a yellow Freddy one.
He nodded answering the shadow's question.
"Good. Now take a picture." The voice hissed right next to him.
Anthony shivered as the man in the kitchen cursed with the "f" word.
"Do it then run for the exit."
Click!
Flash!