Five Nights at Freddy's: The New Day Chapter 1

Author's Note: This is a Five Nights at Freddy's story based around FNAF 4 and Sister Location. I want to say that this chapter will be a bit depressing (What a way to start of a story, I know) but I wanted to give my thoughts on why the older brother (Michael) is like how he is. Also this is my version of the story and may include some things in the original timeline/lore. Enjoy 8-3

Kyle's POV:

They say life is but a butterfly's dream. My life felt like a dream. Well, more like a nightmare. Oh, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Kyle Alexander Afton. I am the younger child to my older brother Michael Afton and my adopted sister Judith Afton. My father, William Afton, is a co-owner of the famous, well, infamous now, Fredbear's. Everything was great in my life. Was great...

I was six years old when me and my brother Michael, whom had a more stable relationship with me back then, was watching tv. My dad was at work, as usual though he should be coming home shortly, and my sister was playing in her room with her favorite white furred fox doll who she called Vixen. Creative name. My mom was out at the store, getting me a drink just like I asked. But...She's been out for more than two hours. It was very worrying.

I looked my brother, who was twelve at the time, and asked "When is mom getting home?"

He turned his head at me. I could see that he was worried too. "I don't know..."

We head back to watch the show we were watching. I kept asking my Michael "When is mom getting home?" probably about a hundred times. Okay, maybe not that much but that's what it felt like.

Suddenly, we hear the door behind us slam open, making the two of us turn our head to see dad standing in the door way. Instead of the tired yet happy smile on his face like normal, we saw a worried look on his face.

Before we could even ask him what was wrong, he demanded "Get in the car kids! I'm gonna get Judith!" before rushing into Judith's room, presumably to tell her the same thing.

We didn't ask him why. We immediately rushed to the car, knowing best to not go against our father. When we got to the car, I looked at Michael and asked him worriedly "Do you have any ideas why dad looked so worried?"

He looked at me, also worried. "I don't know. It doesn't look good though."

Michael looked like he wanted to say something else, but he shut up when he saw dad and Judith walking to the car. Well, it was more like jogging considering our father was in a hurry.

After the two got in, dad started up the car and began driving. I stared out the window for a bit as he drove. I spot a few houses that belonged to a few of my friends and the restaurant, Fredbear's Diner, that soon passed us. Well, there goes my theory about us going to Fredbear's...

I finally decide to ask "Dad, where are we going?" after five minutes.

"We're going to the hospital." My dad simply responded.

The hospital? I wondered why would we go to a place like that. Was it time for our check ups already?

Michael suddenly had a pale look on his face when I looked back at him, and I can hear him faintly mutter something.

The minute we arrived to the hospital, dad got us out of the car and rushed us into the hospital like if something was chasing behind us.

He ran up to the lady behind the counter and asked "What room is Bianka Afton is?"

'Bianka Afton?! But that's...mom's name!' I thought in shock.

I heard Judith's faint gasp and Michael clenched his fist with a look that said 'I knew it.'

After the lady gave my father's directions to a room, he ran to the room with us following behind.

Reaching Room 012, we walked in and saw mom, only see was covered in bruises and cuts, a large collar around her neck and a thing, in which my dad informed me was an IV bag, attached to her arm.

We rushed over to her. "Mom!" Michael cried out in concern, mom weakly turning her head to look at him. I saw tears forming in his eyes. Then again, all of us were.

I turned my head to look at dad, who looked dead on the inside. "Dad, what happened to mommy?!"

He choked a bit, looking down at my with a sad expression and kneed down, pulling me into a hug. "Mommy was in a car accident when some jacka-...jerk in a large truck came and crashed into her while she was pulling out of the store.

My heart sank as I realized something. I caused my mom's accident. If I hadn't asked her to get me a drink from the store...

"Kyle..." I hear my mom's tired voice asking me to come over to her, which I sorrowfully obliged. I wanted to hug her but I didn't want to hurt my mom. "Baby...I'm...Mommy's not going to be around any more."

"W-What do you mean?" I asked, trying so hard not to cry as she laid back. Suddenly, the screen showing a bright green line and was making a beeping noise turned into a long note. I held mom's hand and felt no pulse. "Mom? Mom!" I started shaking her hand, tears rolling down my face.

Everyone in the room broke down crying. But I felt the most heartbroken. 'I killed mom...I killed her...' The thought ranged through my mind as a doctor came into the room and informed us three, me, Michael and Judith, to leave the room while she talked to dad.

We did what she asked and continued crying. We waited in our purple car, still bawling our eyes out. Well, me and Judith did. But Michael glared at me with a look of...anger?

Father, face red from crying, came out and got in the car, carrying mom's clothes which he sat in the back.

It's been about three years since that happened. Let me tell you what happened during that time.

Michael, knowing I was the one who asked mom to go to the store, has been taking his anger out on me. Whenever dad was at work, he would physically and mentally abuse me. Hitting, punching, pulling my hair, calling me names, etc. He started stealing my things and tore the head off my fox doll.

Judith seemed to not be phased, but I know she was also hurting on the inside like everyone. Her fox toy ended up getting torn up when our old dog Sparky, who sadly passed away two years ago when he got out and got hit by a car, so she was pretty torn up about it.

One day, dad told us that Fredbear's Diner, which was soon to be upgraded to Fredbear's Family Diner, was being located to a new location. And that would mean we would have to move...And meant that I would have to leave my old school.

On the day we packed up, we got in the car and began to drive. It would take five hours to get to where we were going. I looked at the "Now Leaving" sign. We were moving to Hurricane, Utah, so I began to doze off.

Well...Time for a new life I guess...What could possibly go wrong...?

[End for Chapter 1!]