NOT SUITABLE FOR ALL AGES

WARNINGS
Frequent cursing
Angst
Unintentional neglect
We have no intentions of making a light proclamation of any theme used in this story. We are not trying to offend or hurt anyone with the descriptions and circumstances given.

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.

"LEFTY!"

The black bear only raises a questioning eyebrow before turning to see David seething before him.

"Yes, Mr. Harrison?"

"WHERE IS HE!"

The animatronic 'sighs' as he turns completely towards the business man, an unimpressed expression displayed.

"To put it simply, I killed him."

"YOU BETTER FUCKIING-!"

David suddenly falls silent as his skin turns deathly pale, eyes wide and mouth agape as the words seem to rip the life out of him. All that's left is a shell of his former self, staring into nothing as the world crashes around him.

"You motherfucking LIER!" he screams, lunging at the bear as something that could only be assumed as a tear forms.

The black bear can't help but smile at the desperation in the restaurant owner, easily catching the man by the throat before oh so carefully lifting him above the ground.

"LIER! YOU WOULD NEVER DO THAT TO HIM WHEN HE WAS THAT VULNERABLE!" David screams, clawing at the paw almost as if to make him let go.

He wasn't clawing for freedom, though. He was clawing for hope. Hope that was being torn away from him bit by bit.

"You're right Mr. Harrison. I would never do that to Mr. Smith," Lefty muses, looking away as he gestures toward the air in thought. "Not after he ran in, screaming for someone to just listen to him."

The business man doesn't say anything, entranced by the words even as his throat begs to be released.

"Of course we immediately agreed. He is the son of our owner, after all. The very person who left us to fail all because of some human." Lefty glares up at David as he slowly chokes the business man, still dangling from his grasp as he instinctively squirms from the pain.

"We could never of imagined he would beg me to kill him."

"NO!"

"Oh don't be so surprised, Mr. Harrison," the bear growls, bringing his captive closer as his one good eye turns soulless.

"You left him to think no one cared about him! You made him think no one is here for him! That no where is safe from the truth that you never loved him!"

"No! No it can't...can't be true!" David breathes, grasping for breath as the paw continues to choke him.

He didn't fucking care. He didn't. Not when he could look down and ask Lefty to open his chest cavity. Ask him to reveal the decaying bits of flesh and bone stuck inside his springlocks. Blood from a certain redhead.

A redhead he didn't realize he truly did love and cherish until he's gone.

"NO!"

"YES! You made him think he WASN'T ENOUGH! That he should've never have been a part of the night guard family IN THE FIRST PLACE! That no one could truly want him, especially when his own mother ignored him for FIVE YEARS!"

"BUT IT CAN'T BE-!"

"BUT IT IS!"

Lefty suddenly throws David to the basement floor, extremely joyful over the fact Fritz had him and the Rockstars constantly switching every week. Not to mention the fact he was off this week.

Oh how he loves making the idiotic human pay.

"He never felt loved."

The man doesn't respond, simply staring at the floor as his chest heaves.

"He never felt wanted."

His head ever so slowly turns to stare up at the towering animatronic.

"And he still doesn't think so."

"S-Still?" David rasps, unable to stop the hope that died inside him to flare up once more. "Still?"

"I didn't kill him, Mr. Harrison," Lefty growls before turning on his heels and stalking away.

"But how I wish I did the moment I saw him to stop the pain he of all people never deserved."

David is then left completely alone as one of the many doors to his basement slams shut. He didn't care the black bear apparently knew more about his damn restaurant than he did. All that mattered was Fritz was still alive.

...and missing.

Was he...was he really that stupid? Did he really not know how much Fritz felt neglected and abandoned? Did he...did he think that when him and Marilyn got married? When he worked for him?

Or, maybe even the very second he met the business man?

Fritz was always so energetic. Always so quick to please. Almost as if he was trying to prove something. Why else would he agree to every added hour? Why else would he work past the scheduled shift but clock out so he wouldn't go into over time? Why else would he ask David for a job at Fazbear's Entertainment Center?

Why else would he make sure the restaurant was well taken care of after David simply left in favor of taking care of Devon?

...why else would he ask David to come back, even after the business man had done nothing to earn his trust?

"Oh God."

How could he have been so stupid! The restaurant couldn't just make its own damn money! Especially when he didn't even assign anyone to become the temporary owner! He just kept staring at his bank account immediately replacing any money he spent! He didn't even try to think about where it came from!

...actually, he knew exactly where it was coming from.

He knew Fritz would take over in his stead because he left. David left without asking someone to take his place. He might not have thought about it in the forefront of his mind, but he knew Fritz would take care of everything. He knew.

And he took it all for granted.

His son was constantly looking for his brother. His wife was beginning to notice her first son nowhere to be found. His restaurant was in chaos even as he continues to push it. His animatronics were barely holding themselves from flat out murdering him.

How could he have let this happen?

After he promised Fritz he wouldn't jump to conclusions anymore. After he promised the redhead he would be without a doubt as successful as him. After he promised he would earn the trust that he had lost. After he promised to be the best damn father he's ever had. After he promised to listen to everything he had to say to agree in hiring him back. After he promised the restaurant was going to be owned by him and David himself would teach him everything he needs.

...some promises those turned out to be.

But, why did Fritz act as if he had to prove something? The redhead didn't have to work as hard as he did when David first hired him. And yet, even after him and Marilyn got married, Fritz still worked his ass off day in and day out. Even after he no longer got a paycheck simply because his father would handle any expenses, even if it was just for something completely unrelated to work or basic needs. Even after he was given the choice to simply work the night shift and not deal with any of the kids that would get on even Fritz's bad side at times. Even after he was asked by William for an even better job, only to accept it and still work under his father.

Even after David essentially threw the business and all of its problems onto his shoulders for five years without even so much as 'good luck' or a 'thank you', he still worked harder than ever.

Why, though? What did he need to prove? Even before he met David, Freddy Fazbear and Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria never had a better employee. School was no different, always giving his best even when his efforts only earned him a C no matter what he did. Not even toward people did he ever stop, never allowing a frown present when he was around or any other emotion other than joy.

Fritz never stopped working. Ever. Not even in his room, reading a book or coding something for fun without Seth around. He kept trying to improve himself and go the farthest he could go.

David never tried to understand why, never tried to ask. He just added more to the pile with impossible expectations like the dumbass he is.

He even threw his own business onto his son's shoulders without even giving one damn warning about it. And knowing David, Fritz would've thought it over before immediately taking up the silent task, just to keep the man he should trust with his life from exploding on him.

"What have I done?"