Author's Note: Hello everyone, and welcome to another fanfic! To those of you who read my little April Fools joke: hopefully this will make up for that little shenanigan of mine ;)

Well, this is a little idea that has been floating in my mind for quite some time. While my main story, The Ones that were Lost, follows the classic FNaF timeline as seen through the eyes of the five main Missing Children, this fic will be a collection of one-shots about the lives of my versions of those poor kids before the fateful day of their murders. If you haven't read The Ones that were Lost, you can still follow this fic without any problem.

Although not every one-shot will be directly related to FNaF (I'll focus on the characters of the kids themselves more than anything else), there will be enough references and occurrences surrounding the establishments to keep this a Five Nights fic. Besides the kids who will become the classic gang, expect a few one-shots dedicated to the Toys (I personally believe they're possessed as well), the Puppet and the night guards. It's my intention to make this story alternate between dramatic and light-hearted, but we'll see how that'll go. Please keep in mind that since I'm busy with college, updates might be sporadic.

I'm getting carried away, so I'll let the story do the talking. Whether you're an old or new reader, welcome to the fic and thank you very much for being here. And now, happy reading!


Memory 1: White roses

October 1983

The sharp and sudden ring of a school bell tore through the kindergarten classroom, just to be overpowered immediately by the happy shrieks of small children. It was this chaotic noise that woke up a five year old boy from his slumber. A thin smile appeared on his face as he stood up from his chair and walked calmly to the door. The mass of kids had already left the room when he was at the doorframe, leaving him alone with his teacher. The boy looked at her, beaming a broad smile with his milk teeth. "Bye bye Ms. Jordan!" he chirped.

The young woman smiled back at her favorite student. "Bye Brandon." she replied warmly, "Please say hello to your brother when you see him."

"I will, have a good day!" With those words and a cheery hand wave, Brandon Williams turned around and rushed into the playground, where a blonde haired and freckle faced 6 year old girl was waiting for him on a swing set.

"Took you long enough doofus." she joked, smiling teasingly at the boy.

"I just got out Sarah!" answered Brandon, pouting slightly. The girl giggled playfully, stood up from the swing, and walked next to her friend towards the opened gate of the kindergarten.

"Yeah, you just got out." continued Sarah with the same accusatory tone, while they both stepped onto the sun-bathed sidewalk of the peaceful street. "But I got out early, so I had to wait for you!"

Brandon turned his gaze away from her, and scratching the back of his head, mumbled a low "S-sorry. I… I didn't know."

The girl let out a small, mischievous giggle before shaking her head. "I was kidding doofus!" She grinned playfully at the boy, who stared back at her with genuine surprise. "You just believe everything, don't you?"

Brandon answered with a sheepish smile, looking away from his friend that was still snickering softly as they turned around the corner. After a couple of blocks of peaceful walking and relaxed talking, the pair arrived at the front door of a small elementary school, just in time to meet a tall 9 year old that was exiting the playground.

"Hey Sean!" greeted Sarah joyfully, waving at the taller kid. The 9 year old soon spotted the girl and smiled back at her warmly, stretching his arm high above the heads of the other kids to return the hand wave. His smile grew even larger when he saw the small figure of Brandon standing next to Sarah, and the older boy was quick to give a millitary salute to the younger one. The smaller kid returned the salute happily before running straight towards Sean, zigzagging around the other children with small rabbit-like hops. The eldest boy knelt to his height and opened his arms.

Brandon squealed a merry "Brother!" as he leaped into Sean's arms, clutching unto him tightly. The older sibling gave a bear hug to his little brother before finally letting go.

"Hey private," said the latter with smile, "did you have a good day?" The younger brother nodded happily, before looking at the other boy standing behind Sean, who tapped his foot and watched the display with crossed arms and a small smile. Just like Sarah, the boy was six years old, and he had exited the school right after Sean.

"And I'm just a stone statue." he murmered with acted sadness, looking at Brandon with puppy eyes before faking a sniff.

Before Brandon could greet his friend, Sarah was already walking up to him, planning her next words. Finally, in a playful sad tone, she teased "Aww, is professor Ferny a little jealous?" She made her lip tremble like she was about to cry, exaggerating just a bit.

"Well, hi Sarah." replied Fernando, or Ferny for his friends, with a calm and confident tone. "Why did you say that..." The six year old then cut off his sentence abruptly, and putting his hand in front of his opened mouth in acted shock, gasped "Is someone still a little jealous because I could skip a whole year?"

"You big nerd." growled Sarah with a sour face.

Ferny beamed a triumphant smile and puffed out his chest. "Thank you Sarah." The girl only replied by sticking out her tongue.

Sean chuckled, shaking his head. "Are you done?" he asked.

Squinting her eyes, Sarah glared at Ferny before replying "For now."

"We are going to visit Dad." chimed in Brandon as he stepped next to his brother, "It's his birthday today. You can come if you want!"

Sarah and Ferny stared at each other thoughtfully and silently, not knowing how to answer. Seeing this, Sean cut in. "You don't have to come with us if you don't want to." he assured.

"Who said anything?" huffed back Sarah, "Off course we want to go! Right Fer?"

The boy nodded at the sound of his name, before shrugging nonchalantly. "No problem for me!" He looked at Brandon, who smiled back at him in gratefulness.

"Thanks guys." said Sean sincerely, "Mom's about to go home, then we'll go visit Dad. You all had lunch?"

Ferny and Sarah nodded, but Brandon shook his head. "I didn't brother." he answered, putting a hand on his belly.

"Don't worry Don," replied the older sibling, "we'll ask Mom to make you a sandwich at home, okay?"

"Okay!" chirped the five year old happily, following his four friends to his home under the bright midday sun.


"Fer, Sarah." The woman, who was just over thirty years old, looked behind her at the two children that were walking next to her sons. "Thank you for coming. It means a lot to me, and to him."

"It's okay Mrs. Williams." replied Ferny in a way that made him sound older than he was, "Thank you for calling our parents."

"And for the sandwich!" added Sarah.

Clara Williams smiled at the little girl. She was thankful that her kids had found such good friends. "It's okay." she said softly, "Just try to chew a bit more next time."

Sarah tried her best to not roll her eyes. "Okay, I will." she sighed.

The five were passing by the neighborhood's park, about to get to their destination, when Brandon jumped next to his mother and tugged at her pants. "Mom, Mom!" He pointed at a small flower shop at the other side of the quiet road, and begged "Can we please buy some flowers for Dad?"

"Sure sweetheart." replied the woman warmly, holding her younger child's hand before looking at both sides of the road and crossing the street. Sean, Ferny and Sarah didn't stay behind, and soon the five of them were entering the small and cozy flower shop. By now it was close to 5 o'clock, and due to the season the sun would be setting soon; the sharp, white midday sunlight had grown soft and yellow. It streamed into the shop's windows in shards, and dyed everything and everyone inside of it with a weak golden hue.

The elderly woman behind the counter turned around at the sound of her shop door opening, and smiled at the youngest child as he stepped inside. "Hi Brandon!" she greeted friendly.

"Hi Mrs. Akana!" replied the boy energetically, "We're going to visit Dad. We wanted to give him some flowers for his birthday."

"How nice of you!" The older woman smiled at the child, then turned her gaze at his mother and asked in a more serious, worried tone "How are you doing Clara?"

The younger woman shrugged. "It's hard Lucy." she said in a flat tone, before putting on a strong smile and resting her hands on the shoulders of her two boys. "But in the end, this pair makes it all worth it."

"I'm happy to hear that." replied Lucy truthfully. She then looked at Sean and Brandon, and told them in a slow yet cheery whisper, as if she was playfully revealing a secret "There are some really nice white roses in the back. I'm sure your dad would really like them!"

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment before walking speedily to the back of the shop, whilst their friends and mother waited at the counter. Not one minute later, they each came back holding a white rose in their small hands.

"How much do I owe you Lucy?" asked their mother as she searched for a few dollar bills in her pockets.

The elder smiled. "Clara, it's your husband's birthday. Please, just tell him that it's my gift for him."

"Lucy, I insist." was the younger woman's reply.

"And I insist that it's a gift." The shopkeeper's tone let Clara know that she wouldn't change her mind. The mother accepted her offer with gratitude; for the young woman, every dollar mattered.

After the four children had thanked the florist and waved her goodbye, they left the shop and crossed over the street once more. From then, it was only a short walk until they arrived at the large, opened metal gates of the cemetery. They walked in silence through the fields of crosses and memorials, accompanied only by the soft rustle of the wind and the chirping of birds.

It was a big graveyard, and when they finally arrived at their destination the sun was barely above the horizon, bathing the grass and gravestones in a warm orange glow. The five stopped in front of a simple gray headstone. Engraved on it were the following words:

In loving memory of our beloved father, husband and colleague
Benjamin Arthur Williams
October 13 1950 – June 23 1983

After a few seconds of heavy silence, Clara knelt down in front of her husband's grave. Holding back her tears, she slowly ran her opened hand over his name etched in stone. She took a few shaky breaths, and whispered in a cracked voice "Hi Ben. We're… we're all here."

She stood up, letting her younger son step forwards. With his friends and his brother behind him, Brandon knelt down in front of the headstone with the white rose in his hand. "Hey Dad." he smiled feebly, "Happy Birthday. These are from Mrs. Akana." Slowly, the small boy laid the flower in front of his father's grave. "I… I love you Dad." he croaked out with a quivering voice, "And I m-miss you. I miss y-you so, s-so much." As his eyes shimmered with unshed tears, a soft breeze caressed his face. The boy smiled, then let his tears run freely down his cheeks. He sobbed and cried with his hands over his face, remembering his father's love, now nothing more than a painful memory that broke his young heart.

It was then that a warm hand laid itself down on his quivering shoulder. "Don." said his brother softly, "It's okay. We're here." Sean patted his sibling's shoulder. "We're here."

Still sobbing, Brandon turned his tear-stained face to look at the four figures standing behind him. "And we'll be here," continued his brother, "always."

The little boy nodded at his brother, his friends and his mother. Then, he felt another gentle breeze on his wet cheeks. With a bittersweet smile, he stood up and let Sean step forwards. A comforting thought grew in his broken heart; a realization that stitched it back together.

He wasn't alone.