It was noon and William Afton was in the perfect mood. Not too hot, not too cold. This was probably the best moment he had ever had in this town, since he left. Now he was back. He pulled up at his new house in his purple car. He hopped out and took in his new home. His wife came out of the car, holding his son's hand. His son was slightly beefy and wore a scowl wherever he went. He was involved in numerous school accidents during year 1. Turning out a little too much like his father.
"Dad!" he whined, "Why did we have to move?"
"Your father thought it was a good opportunity to visit some old memories," replied his mother with a gentle smile.
William sighed and opened the door. The door led into an empty room that William thought could be a living room. There was a door on the right and the left. The right door contained two more doors that led to bedrooms. The left door led to two more bedrooms and a kitchen.
"Wow," muttered William as he scratched his chin, "I think your mother and I can have one bedroom will you can pick your own."
"Yay!" he celebrated as he ran off to see which room he wanted to have.
"You're being too nice to him," muttered Mrs Afton with gritted teeth, "Don't you remember what he did to that poor girl at school."
"He just gave her a really hard wedgie," muttered Will, "Ok, he might have hung her on the door and her panties may have got stuck for a week but it wasn't as serious as it could be."
"Will," sighed Mrs Afton, "If we have another child, you'll have to teach him about bullying. If you don't he might get one of them killed."
"Babe, your exaggerating, again," chuckled Will as he went outside, "Anyway I'm gonna go around town to meet some new people. Make some friends, you know?"
"Ok," mused Mrs Afton as she headed off into the house to find her son, "See you later."
...
The first place Will went to was the pub. One of the best places to scout out for new friends or threats. As William entered, he found it odd that little people paid attention to him. They were all shouting or celebrating and certainly didn't have enough time to spare William some attention. He sat at the counter and ordered a glass of beer. He was next to a man who looked a few year younger than himself. He had light brown hair and large sad brown eyes. He wore glasses, black overalls with a grimy blue shirt. He was silently sketching in a notebook. William peered at the man. He reminded Will of himself. Quiet, shy and alone. William must've been looking at the man for too long. He caught his eye and turned towards Will.
"Oh hello," he said quietly, "I suppose you um... interested in what I'm drawing."
"Oh I'd like to see," said Afton, a little flustered as he held his hand out. The man in the overalls bit his lips as if he was making a momentous decision that may affect his life. He finally gave Will the notebook, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. William plucked the notebook from the man's hand. He flipped through it and his eyes lit up. There were detailed drawings of complicated mechanisms of what seemed to make up a robot bear holding a microphone. It had yellow fur with a purple hat and bowtie. Its eyes were sky blue. Will passed the notebook to the man. His mouth was stretching into a smile.
"That's a nice animatronic you got there," grinned Will, "You thinking of building it?"
"Well," sighed the man, "I am. I been looking for sponsors but no one seems to have the slightest interest in robotics."
"Not anyone until now!" exclaimed Afton as he patted the man on the back, "My name is William Afton, CEO of Afton Robotics, and I'm willing to help you with your little bear."
The man looked overjoyed. He shook William's hand.
"My name's Henry," smiled the man, "Its us and Breadbear!"
"Breadbear?" said William quizzically, "That seems to be a bit, you know, retarded?"
"Oh," muttered Henry as he scratched his head, "How about Golden Fred?
"Na."
"Ritchie Fredmore?"
"What the hell?"
"How about... Fredbear?"
"Seems memorable," muttered William.
"Alright," grinned Henry, "Fredbear it is."