About two months after his loving mother died to the same disease his father did thirteen years ago, Fritz Smith is adopted by his boss David Harrison to act as a guardian over the redhead.

As loyal, hard working, and almost exactly like a puppy the teenager is, there are a few secrets held even from his mother. And while David tries his hardest to help his new charge as much as possible, the screaming from nightmares are beginning to grow on his nerves.

This is where our story begins...


NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent Cursing
Angst
Mentions of death
Mentions of murder

DISCLAIMER
This is based upon the video game franchise Five Nights At Freddy's, all rights for the characters and the world they interact inside belong solely to Scott Cawthon. We own nothing but the writing.
Please give credit to those who deserve it. Thank you.


Fritz types rapidly as he finally finishes the piece of coding he's spent weeks perfecting.

It was easy to start. Just the standard update any computer new or old would use to defragment its system, make sure every piece of file was tucked away where it should be and allowing the hard drive to perform the tasks given without needing to work hard to do so. And even though he was adding a simply message to it to display only once at the very beginning, he ran into a few roadblocks when it came to what he really wanted to do.

Apparently making David's dinosaur of a computer run as fast as it possibly can was a lot more complicated than he thought it would be.

But after an extensive amount of research, sneaking into the business man's office just to read the simply make and model of the computer, a few trips to 'Best Buy' for his giant list of questions, trying different pieces of coding made on everything but David's computer, and he finally understood how to process exactly what he needed.

Of course, he could've bought the business man a new computer, but he actually didn't have enough money to pull off getting the best computer. And no way would he get some second-class model. David deserved better than that.

Even so, Fritz still would've made the coding and make it perform at top speed.

Now, with it not only compatible for the computer he has now, but with any computer that's out on the market as of right now, he can finally thank his guardian for everything he's done.

Taken him into his home. Feeding and clothing him. Allowing him to keep his job. Stay with the night guards. Helping him with his nightmares. Offering support when he's reminded his mum was no longer with him and never will be.

He's cooked for David, made sure the house is clean, work three times as hard in the restaurant, and everything in between, but those weren't a real present.

And it's finally done. Just in time for the door to open and tired footsteps walking inside.

"Mr. Harrison! Welcome home!"

Fritz only swings his legs from their position over the couch's arm when there's nothing but silence, used to it by now. Sometimes David was joyful coming back to the house, and sometimes he had a Miked up day at work. And working at said restaurant, the redhead could relate to for many reasons.

Stupid Greg...

"Guess what I-!"

"Stay right where you are, Smith."

David growls as he marches up the stairs, a bit peeved at the fact his charge was so damn happy. It came in handy when things drove him up the goddamn wall, Mike making him want to punch the shit out of something, but there were some days when he just wants it to stop.

He actually forgot how goddamn annoying that voice was sometimes.

"And don't come up those stairs until I say you can!"

"Ok-"

Fritz leaps back a solid foot when the master bedroom door is slammed shut, effectively shutting out the teenager as he grips his phone tightly.

...did he do something wrong? David would get frustrated with him, ask he shut up for a little bit and simply read over a few reports before asking how his day was. Sometimes it was for a few minutes, sometimes a few hours depending on his mood. It's happened before and it certainly wouldn't be the last.

But shutting Fritz out completely? Asking he doesn't even come upstairs? That was something that's never happened in the few months he's lived with him.

Maybe there was a lot more to his guardian than he didn't realize. But, that's okay! He'll just, show him the present later. It'd be better to receive in the morning anyway after a good night's sleep. And maybe he won't have to even wait that long.

Nodding to himself the redhead then snags his backpack before grabbing the phone charger he always keeps with him before charging his most prized possession. And as the screen lights up it'll charge even the extra battery he built into it, along with the confirmation a timer was made to wake him up for school on time, the teenager then snuggles onto the admittedly comfy couch.

He was fine. One night downstairs wouldn't kill him. He's fallen asleep down here before. Not because he was told to, and never without David carrying him to his real bed in the middle of the night, but it's happened!

Everything will be okay. It always is...

"NO!"

Fritz sits up with an ear-piercing shriek, his nightmare leaving the feeling of metal bits driving into his skin. Not only that but the cold blade of a knife. A hand slowly choking him. His daughter being yanked away before he's thrown to the ground and slaughtered by the mugger needing her necklace, her purse, her very life...

The teenager jerks back into reality as the latest spirit's story finally fades away, leaving him with buckets of tears streaming down his face.

David. He needed David. He'll calm him down, remind him he's okay. That he wasn't killed by the rockstars, about to be added to the ever growing list.

"MR. HARRISON!"

In a flash Fritz is leaping from the couch and sprinting toward the stairs, his mind at first confused at not seeing his now familiar bed stretched out before him. He quickly remembers why he was downstairs, though. Why the nightmare seemed even more livid than ever before. Why-

His breathing stops just as he goes to step on the first stair, yanking himself away so harshly he actually falls to the ground with stinging eyes.

And don't come up those stairs until I say you can!

That was only a few hours ago. And David didn't bring him upstairs, meaning he had no right to go up there. No right to disobey his guardian. Even if his need seemed much more important than the business man's, he couldn't possibly do that.

Not when this wasn't his house. His home. It was David's, and David said no upstairs.

But the knife...

"Stop it, you're fine," Fritz growls to himself, carefully standing up before walking back to the couch. He angrily brushed his tears away before looking at the time.

1:00 on the nose. Right on time.

The redhead sighs deeply before flopping back onto the couch, resting his head on the pillow before snagging another one to snuggle with.

His daughter being yanked away...

"I said stop it," Fritz breathes, closing his eyes and forcing the darkness to overcome him.

It works. For the first time ever since he turned ten, the nightmares leave and he falls asleep all by himself. No one to comfort him. No one being forced to wake up because of him. Just a nice dream filled with Happy hugging him.

Only to have RockstarChica yanking him away and piercing his heart with one shift motion.

As well as a gunshot going straight through his forehead.

"NO!"

Fritz yells in frustration as he feels the streaming tears once more, flipping over and looking at his phone to see just how much longer until-

"MIKE!"

It wasn't even five minutes past one.

He still had a bit of homework to do. He'll take a nap during his break at the pizzeria when he works tonight. Maybe even talk Lefty into using his microphone on him. Sounds like a good plan.

David hesitates when he hears yet another scream from his charge, confused as hell when this one said 'Mike' instead of 'no' like every other time. He hadn't meant to wake up, but damn Fritz knew how to cause a goddamn scene.

Made him even happier that he left him downstairs. A little bit of tough love never hurt anyone. He was just glad Fritz actually listened to him instead of being such a rebellious little brat and disobeying the command given to him.

The business man listens, watching the door to see if the little redhead would sneak into his room before nodding with satisfaction as he snuggles back into the sheets, a bit happy to finally have all of the king-sized mattress he bought instead of just a queen-sized portion.

He should do this more often. Fritz just took up so much of his time, his energy. He just needed a goddamn vacation.

Even though he's done nothing but respect him. And made him dinner. And listened to literally every order given. And clean the house, the restaurant. And make sure the animatronics were working properly. And all the employees were doing what they were supposed to do. And allow him to have a few visitors come over and never complaining about it.

And he's just going to go back to sleep. Fritz needed this. He just knew it. Besides, there was no more screaming. The nightmares must be gone forever if it only took one goddamn night of this shit...