Hello and welcome! This is going to be more of a theory compilation regarding the canon timeline rather than an actual fanfiction. I will be writing down how I see the timeline of Five Nights at Freddy's. I will do my best, and I hope that you will enjoy it. And before you ask, the name was inspired from MandoPony's new FNAF3 song 'Balloons'. You should know the meaning of 'Balloons' if you played FNAF3
DISCLAIMER - This fic has nothing to do with my other fic 'Foxy x Mangle'. This one is focused specifically on the FNAF lore. This means that 95% of everything is speculation and theories, and only 5% is the official stuff (thx Scott xD).
Also, please, DON'T go and post in the reviews or PM me something like: "Ermagerd! Dis is wrang! Ma thory iz rite!" I know most people won't do that, but there are a few people that will do that. Every review like that will be deleted.
Okay, now that I'm done, enjoy the first chapter!
?/?/2024 ~ 9:15 PM
"Time for bed, children!" The mother knocked on the door to her two kids' bedroom, who were playing inside.
"Okay, mommy!" Both of the kids answered.
The two kids were brother and sister. The boy was 9 years old, and his little sister was 8 years old. They were pretty obedient to their parents, so they listened and prepared for sleep. They hopped into their bunk bed in their respective 'floor'. After they laid down, their father entered the room to tuck them in.
"Hey, you two better not have a party when I turn off these lights." and went on to tuck the girl, who was on the upper bed. The girl couldn't help but notice a scar on her father's cheek, as he leaned to kiss her on the forehead.
"Daddy, where did you get that scar?" she asked him.
"Ah, why are you so suddenly worried about me? You never asked me that before, sweety. Or you just don't want to sleep huh?"
The girl chuckled and nodded. Her brother also joined in:
"Yeah, dad. Who gave you that scar?"
The father sighed and gave up:
"Okay okay, you win. I'll tell you. I will tell you a story, actually."
Fredbear's family diner ~ 1982
It was a small fast food establishment built specifically for kids and teens, but adults came to eat there as well. The restaurant was aimed for parties. The menu consisted of classical fast food for that time - BBQ, pizza, and some other varieties of food such as omlettes, pancakes, French fries and many more. The diner was located on the outskirts of a small town. It was basically surrounded by forest from behind, and empty road from the front.
Of course, there was something special about the restaurant. There was an attraction - a mascot that was named Fredbear. And the establishment was named 'Fredbear's family diner'. It made sense, since kids, teens and adults loved the food. Kids absolutely loved the mascot. He was a bear that wore a black tophat and a black bow-tie. Who wouldn't love him? He was funny and singed songs. The owner dreamed on buying an animatronic mascot, but they were rare and really expensive, and he was low on budget, so he had to give up on that idea. The mascot was played by a man in the suit.
Of course, the man loved the kids. He didn't have any of his own, he lost his child. He came looking for a job because he was piss-poor, after the tragic death of his wife and child. He looked for comfort in the children that came to the restaurant.
The workers noticed that a younger man has been coming to the diner every single day. He looked like he was 18-20 years old. He came to the diner every morning before it opened and was among the first who came into the diner each day. He was a loyal customer of the diner, buying food from them. But even after eating all the food he would still stay and watch the mascot and the children. The owner noticed that he sometimes stayed until evening. Until the closing time. All he watched was the mascot and the children.
The owner, determined to know why was he obsessed by the mascot, went up to him one day:
"Hello, Vincent. I've been seeing you hang around here for quite a while. May I ask you what intrigues you to stay here? We have a childish attitude, don't we?" the owner pointed to Fredbear, who was now entertaining kids.
"Yeah, you can put it that way..." the young man answered in an eerie tone. He seemed to be upset about something, so the owner continued:
"What seems to be the problem, my boy?"
The young man answered:
"Nothing, really. I just had a rough year, that's all. I-I'm gonna go now." as he turned to walk out of the diner
The owner waved to him:
"Goodbye, and take care of yourself!" The young man exited without saying a word anymore.
After the end of the work day, the diner closed, and all the children went home with their parents. The man in the Fredbear costume was now talking to the owner and the other employees.
"Hey, do you know who that young man is? The one that wears a purple shirt? He's been staring at me for quite a while."
The owner looked at him and replied:
"Oh, that's Vincent. He likes to stay in the diner for some reason. Whatever the lad wants."
"Well, he doesn't seem friendly. He stares at me in a strange way. He creeps me out, even if he can't really see my face from the costume." The man answered, feeling a little uneasy.
"Ah come on, he probably just has a child's mind. Don't worry about him much." the owner replied and continued talking to the other three employees.
"Well, we should introduce Marty to the kids soon.
~A couple of weeks later~
Everything was as usual. The day was going well. The employees cooked and prepared the food, while 'Fredbear' handed out some cake to the children for a scheduled birthday that day.
On the outside, on the side of a road walked a child, alone, visibly upset and crying. The child was really young, probably around 3 or 4 years of age. It was a small boy. When he saw the diner, he immediately ran towards it, or at least tried. The door knob was too high for the child to reach. The child seemed to be lost.
The little boy started crying, hitting and punching the door so that someone would hear him, but there was a lot of noise on the inside that it was not possible for someone to hear their own thoughts. The child then sat down next to the door and started crying, almost screaming.
"Hey, have you seen Vincent today? I didn't see him come this morning." The owner was taking a break and spoke to a female worker.
"No, I haven't seen him. Strange for him not to come." the worker replied.
In the meantime, Vincent was driving his 1.6 Pontiac towards the pizzeria while thinking:
"I wish that my mother was dead! I don't want her in my life anymore!" as he was driving, clearly upset and angry. When he came to the pizzeria, he saw a little child standing there and crying. He parked the car and locked it. When he came to the entrance, he spoke to the child:
"Hello, what is your name?" in a shaky voice. The child was now even more scared. It started to legitimately scream out loud "Mommy!".
Vincent was annoyed by this, because he had a fight with his own mother. He tried calming the child down the best he could, but the child kept crying. Then he snapped:
"Okay, you retarded little squeaker, It's time to SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" And he took out his pocket knife. This only made things worse. Vincent yelled: "I will kill every child in this diner, just like I will do to you! The child kept crying and yelling 'No!', and Vincent did something unthinkable. He came up to the child and slit his throat, blood gushing out of his throat. The child was now unable to scream, as it fell down unconscious while bleeding.
Vincent didn't seem to be upset about this at all. He had a grin on his face. He absolutely loved the feeling of cutting that kid's throat. But he realized that he had to get out of there as fast as he could, so he ran back to his Pontiac and started the engine. He drove away in an unknown direction. The child was left to bleed out. After five minutes, a parent wanted to get out of the diner to have a cigarette. When they opened the door, they were terrified at what they saw. A child laying in it's own blood. The parent called for help, and when the employees and the owner came out, they figured out that they couldn't do anything and that the child already lost too much blood. They called the police and ambulance.
After their arrival, the diner was now a crime scene. All the parents and employees were now questioned about the event, looking for child's parents. It turned out that no one was the child's parent. The child's body was now taken to a morgue. The diner announced closing after this event. From the diner the owner was able to take Fredbear costume and a cute little marionette, that he planned on introducing to the children. The owner was distraught from what happened in a mere day. The diner went out of business. As he placed some boxes in his truck, a faint voice was calling out from in there:
"N-No, y-you can't do that. S-s-save them!"
And that is a wrap to the first chapter of 'Balloons'. Please give me some feedback and tell me if you liked it. Any suggestions will be appreciated.
As always, until next time! Peace out.