Alright! How's it going guys? AmandaNavi here and welcome to the show! So this is a little not so little anymore story that came up after my brother and I were stuck riding in the back of a truck for a total of 24 hours. Originally, it was a theory we were hashing out, and I have to say, we were pretty pleased with our detective skills.

Then we watched the last two minutes of Five Nights at Freddy's 3 and found out we were dead wrong, but ANYWAY! So now we have a fanfic for you guys instead!

So, without further ado, let's get on with the show! I don't own Five Night's At Freddy's. Enjoy!

He Will Come Back
by AmandaNavi
Prologue

"Hello? Hello, Hello? Ah, welcome to your new career as a performer/entertainer for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, these tapes will provide you with much needed information on how to handle/climb into/climb out of mascot costumes. Right now we have two specially designed suits that double as both animatronic and suit..."

The trainer's voice droned on for another two minutes, stressing the importance of the spring latch and the detailed repercussions of what would happen should it fail. After listening to that tape repeatedly for the past five hours, he could have probably repeated it down to the last verbal hesitance. But it was the only thing to listen to in that room—company policy said no personal belongings were allowed in the safe room and the last time Jenny brought her latest Bon Jovi single back here, that rule stickler of an assistant manager threw it out. That was during the day though, when you were only allowed enough time back here to put on your costume and deal with any loosening springs before going out and making the day of the next birthday kid. Right now? Well right now there was no one else there, unless you counted the rats scavenging for pizza remains the last shift was too lazy to toss.

Oh, and her.

The first time he saw her was three weeks ago. Compared to her friends, she was small, and thin, but filled with this energy and vibrancy that just drew him to her. She had looked at him with adoration and wonder as he handed her a piece of birthday cake, then asked excitedly as Bonnie started up the guitar if she could be part of the band too. Well, with a plea from a sweet girl like that, how could he say no? Her mother had intervened before he could reply though. Honestly, if she was that concerned about the rumors about Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, why would she bother bringing her kid to a birthday party here? It's not like this was a bad place. Sure, it was run down. Even now, his shoulder was starting to feel moist from water droplets leaking from the roof (probably another busted pipe since outside was clear skies). But the Freddys, Bonnie, Chica- they were great, like a family to him. If her child wanted to be part of that magic, who was he to deny her?

So then came the tricky part. Her mother was not going to let her back here, so he had to go to her. Soon, he discovered her haunts: the school, the park, the local library on Thursdays, after school cheer every other day, and evening tutoring every Friday. That one in particular left her passing right by here when it was getting dark. For sure, her mother probably told her to take a different route, especially lately, but as of last week she hadn't paid attention. He expected it to take a few more tries, but with the second attempt this week, she had spotted him in the window. Under the street lamp, her eyes had squinted in disbelief, then widened in pleased recognition. It only took a wave from him before she darted over, entering the door that he had left unlocked just for her.

Now she was exploring, albeit hesitantly. He would be the first to admit, the restaurant had a little bit of a different flare after hours. The magic might have come off as a bit darker than during the day, but it always seemed to work out. Bonnie had actually preferred it. As for the others…well the others were probably more of the variety that she was, and that was ok. They always calmed down once the party began.

"Remember to smile. You are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza."

He stopped the cassette and set it to rewind. It was set ready to be played every morning; that's how the boss liked it. Leaving it at the end was just sloppy, and might make the higher ups wonder who was listening to it and why. Best not to have them asking those types of questions just yet. Straightening his fur, he grabbed his black metal microphone and stepped out of his hiding spot and into the main hall.

"Freddy?"

The voice was quiet, slightly timid, and not that far off. He turned through a doorway, finding his way with practiced ease to the prize room. She was there near one of the counters, looking a little smaller than normal as she scanned her surroundings. She was in her shorts and sneakers with the bright red laces set to match her loose t-shirt for the day. Her backpack was missing, probably left by the entrance (he'd have to pick that up later), so instead of gripping the straps as she normally did when in need of a distraction, she picked at the corners of the counter, making a clicking noise as her nailed passed over the metal edge covers. Then she saw him and her eyes lit up while she stood taller. She was just too cute.

"Freddy!" she bound over and hugged his wide belly.

He chuckled, patting her head. "Well hello again, Sandy. What brings you to your old pal Freddy's place this late at night?"

"I saw you in the window," she replied proudly. Then she frowned. "Mom says I can't come back here, anymore."

"Oh? Why is that?" he feigned ignorance.

"Well," she fidgeted. "It's because of what happened to Taylor. And Chris. They both went to my school before they disappeared. Mom and Becky's mom were talking. Everyone thinks that something bad happened to them here. Them and those two from Patterson Elementary. They say between that and how broken the building is, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is going to close down." She paused, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "That's not true, is it? I like coming here! I want to be part of the band!"

"You have nothing to worry about, Sandy," he assured, patting her head once more. "Tell you what? How would you like to be an official member of the Fazbear gang?"

She remained silent for a moment, processing what he had just offered. Then, has she slowly realized what that meant, her eyes grew wide. "Really?" she squealed, bouncing on her heels energetically. "You'll let me join the crew?"

He held out a fuzzy paw for her to take, "Of course! We actually have an opening for someone like you. So what do you say?"

She giggled in excitement and grasped his paw, "I'm in! But," her embarrassed flush was hardly visible in the dark, "I only know how to play the clarinet."

"Not to worry. You don't need to know how to play the guitar or drums to be part of the Fazbear gang," he chuckled, leading her away from the room and back down the hall towards what appeared to be a dead end. He pushed on the wall and slowly it gave way, revealing a hidden room behind. "How do you feel about being a pirate?"

"You mean part of Foxy's pirate crew?" she asked.

"Something like that." He led her through the secret entrance, closing it behind them.

The next day, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was deemed unsanitary and the building unfit for business. As the majority of staff was informed of their imminent and immediate layoff, no one paid much mind to the animatronics, including Foxy, who looked slightly more filled out than his endoskeleton should have allowed. That evening, an investigation began as a child's frightened mother reported her never returning from tutoring. But like the four other children recently reported missing, Sandy was never seen again.

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