Note: The story will take on my view of the events as canonical as possible. If anyone reading this detects a flaw that can be corrected, address me and I´ll see what I can do.

Disclaimer: I do not own FNAF or Beauty and the Beast

It feels so good. He doesn´t want to wake up to face whatever fate has in store for him. He cares only for sleeping a few more hours, no, days!

But a voice kept him from said achievement:

-Oh I thought I heard,

The old man say:

Leave her Johnny, leave her.

Tomorrow ye will get yer pay,

And it´s TIME for US to leave her.

Leave her Johnny, leave her,

OH! Leave her Joohnny, leave her.

For the voyage is LONG,

And the winds don´t blow,

And it´s TIME for US to leave her.

I hate to sail on this rotten tub.

Leave her Johnny, leave her,

She shipped it green and none went by,

And it´s TIME for US to leave…

-Ah, ye left Sandman´s turf already? – Vincent asks.

Paul lightly opens his eyes and stares at his left side, getting spooked when he saw Vincent laying on the bed beside him.

-Can you please, for God´s sake, stop scaring me? – Paul asks, shifting position to stand with his back against Vincent, and pulling the covers of the bed to have better comfort.

-Um… I think Ah can´t. – Vincent irritably answers. He grabs the pillow below his face and smacks Paul with it. – Now let´se go! GO! GO!

"Why did God choose to trash my life with him?!", Paul grumbles in his head.

So with little to no choice to take, he leaves the bed, finding himself only in pants and bare footed. He searches for his clothes, rooming every drawer and cabinet for them, and he comes to realize he is in a room he´s never seen before: The walls were white and old, darkened by the shadows every closed window casted;The ceiling was white too, with a richly ornamented chandelier with two lit candles; The wardrobe and cabinets made of fine wood but filled with spider webs; Moths flying and landing on the top corners of the walls, going in and out of the open drawers; The bed, with green covers, silk cloth pillows; And a cracked circular mirror, missing a piece. A silver plate with a porcelain tea cup filled with tea was by a wooden chest. Paul has never known that kind of luxury in his life so he had only one conclusion: He was in the castle where Belle had been locked up.

-Where are my clothes, damn it! – He says.

-Dunno. – Vincent provided unnecessarily.

-Do you have to have an answer for all the questions you´re asked? – Paul groans.

-Sorry, ol` habit of mine. And am I one to blame? – Vincent questions still in the bed.

-Who else? – Paul is losing his temper.

-You, jackass. I´ve been stuck with ya since you were born, no, REBORN! It´s only normal that some of them daily lessons slipped into me person. – Vincent explains.

-Oh yes? – Paul spits coldly. – And do you know why that happened?

-Enlighten me. – Vincent dares, sitting up.

-Because YOU did something horrible to anger those demons. You came from Hell and they´re here to bring you back!

Vincent smiles a little.

-You angered God and he imprisoned you in someone´s head as a punishment!

Vincent´s smile grows.

-You killed your family and they cursed you to walk the Earth as a ghost!

Vincent´s smile was growing, but it dies in a second, turning into a hateful look. Without warning he gets up and launches himself towards Paul, his hands locking with his neck and his legs curled and pressing Paul´s waist. He screams in rage and delivers right and left hooks to Paul non-stop. Vincent stops to recover briefly and catch his breath and keeps going. It´s not long before he gets exhausted and rolls to the side, staring at the ceiling.

Paul is in a terrible state with bruises all over the face, a swollen left eye, the broken nose twisted and leaking blood from the mouth. They stay the way they are, either moaning in pain or catching their breaths.

-The last one? – Paul inquires, eyeing Vincent carefully with his swollen eye.

-Uh-huh. The worst things I did in my life. – Vincent sobs.

More silence.

-You want to know why I´m stuck with you? – Vincent steadied his sobs and asks, the pirate accent disappearing.

-Be my guest.

-Because you´re my brother.

Paul´s useful eye widens and looks at Vincent. Vincent looks at him too, his white pupils wet and tears rolling down the face.

-But then…

-Why did I kill you? How come we have the same age if I´m older than you? Who are you in fact, why did Jessica, our mother, and Pa die?

Paul nods.

-Ok. – Vincent inhales and exhales. – I was 14 years old, a teenager born in 1969 in North Caroline to Jessica Roy-Palomer and Adrian Palomer. Pa said they were happy, but I never actually believed that.

-But wait, 1969? – Paul interrupts incredulously. – That´s impossible!

-And you´re stuck with your brother, who lives in your head and stalked by, under your terms, "demons", who want my head and yours if it comes to it. What else is impossible?

That shuts Paul up.

-Heh. Anyways, Jessica, the name I give her `cause I never knew her well enough for that, had a compassionating attitude and once she attempted to help a poor homeless man. I had some money with me and I gave it to her for that. But she was stabbed by the man and died in the spot. Pa was strong but when she died he was left broken.

»He couldn´t get over that day and that had consequences in his life: He was an expert with computers – Paul was to interrupt his tale to know about computers but Vincent shushed him with a look. - and he fixed them for living, but he got lazy and was fired. He applied for several jobs, got rejected over and over again, until one day he finally found one: a security guard, for the opening of the new pizzeria named Fredbear´s Family Dinner. Low pay but just the necessary amount of cash for us.

»Life was good for a long time: Free pizza, we got to enter there for free, we made friends with the staff and the kids who made the parties… Until one day Pa gets a letter. A little girl had been murdered and stuffed in a spring lock suit. A suit for both the animatronics and the persons to wear. As a result, the Dinner would close for investigation and then move of location to another place far away from ours. Meaningless to say that Pa was left jobless because we couldn´t move out.

»The Dinner took a really long time to find a building suited for the reopening. When they did, the money was not high enough for that, so they proposed adjoining the company to another one. But no one wanted to associate with a company whose story was tainted with a girl´s murder. Pa talked to a former colleague, who had gained a considerable amount of money and wanted to open a new business, and he agreed to buy the company and reopen in the same location.

»Pa was rehired as the security guard, the company was renamed Freddy Fazbear´s Pizza and stability returned. Little by little our life got better. And, as if God decided to drop his shit on us, Pa had an accident and got his brain punctured. Because of you!

Paul gasps at that.

-Why?

-If I told you, you´d laugh your socks off. – Vincent sighed.

-My father lost a part of his brain because of me. That´s not something to laugh at! – Paul protests, slamming a fist on the floor.

Vincent studied him for a while and then said:

-It was a swordfish.

Paul felt like a weight dropped in his stomach. His heart was somehow carving a smile inwardly but his brain reminded him that the accident was more important. So he keeps quiet and disguises the snorts as gasps.

-One afternoon the fish, hanging in the wall opposite to the show stage, fell and, if you hadn´t been too slow to avoid it, Pa wouldn't have pushed you and get… You know.

»The man had a surgery and miraculously lived, yet he became violent, psychotic, evil. He´d lose his sanity sometimes and by chance, one day, he had one of those moments and I discovered he had been the one who killed the girl. It added up. He was a security guard, he could access every room of the building, had the keys to the storage room. And, even if he got blamed for letting it happen, it was outside the pizzeria, where he had no business being.

»"She was a spoiled nuisance. Kept ordering me around like I´m her slave, give her that toy or else... She had to go!", he justified.

»Despite that I still loved him. And we shared something else: hatred towards you. You grew up and turned into a scared kid. Shy, crying baby, and scared of the pizzeria. Especially Fredbear, a golden version of Freddy. We´d mock you, using cosplay masks of Foxy we took as souvenirs and scaring you every time. You´d fall and cry, curled in a ball. Ridiculous! Nothing like Jessica.

»In some week in 1983, in some anniversary of some kid, you came with us to the pizzeria. You had no place there, I only had to watch you while Pa did his job. Me and some friends made fun of you, sitting on your knees and whimpering for Jessica. So we decided to do a prank: We´d put you inside Fredbear´s mouth.

»Nothing was wrong with that. You cried as we inserted your head inside Fredbear´s mouth and we laughed. Then Fredbear closed his mouth and crushed your brain. Chaos ran wild that day, the ambulance came but you died the next day missing half of your brain.

»And ever since then, my life crumbled. Pa kicked me out of the house and drank his way to death, I took his job when I got old enough to work in the pizzeria and then… - Vincent inhaled. – I died.

-What happened? Does it have anything to do with the demons? – Paul was at the verge of tears.

-Ahem. I was 18 by the time five more kids died. Kids I knew since they were born: Carlos, Charlotte, Brad and Francis. The girl was the daughter of Pa´s colleague and the boys the sons of three business associates. Believe it or not, their souls latched on the suits and possessed them. They had been killed one by one by someone impersonating a security guard, the position I had along with two others.

»Back then there were two sets of animatronics: The versions you saw earlier tonight and the Toy variety, doll-like animatronics that were put to use when a second pizzeria opened, while the others were locked in a storage room to decay. At the beginning it was nothing. My junior colleague, Jeremy Fitzgerald, who called me "Phone Guy" instead of my name, then began his night shift and noticed the animatronics behaving increasingly more aggressive towards him. No, not just him. All the adults too. They hung around with the kids real fine but when an adult passed by they´d get more… aggressive. And one day, a "built-it-yourself" animatronic called Mangle crawled to the ceiling undetected and bit Jeremy´s head. He lost the frontal lobe, like Pa.

»The Toy animatronics were dismantled, the old ones repaired with the spare parts, the pizzeria closed too and the incident became known in the neighborhoods as "The Bite of 87".

»I never saw him again. Fritz Smith, his successor as a junior colleague, tried to last but was later found inside the box of another animatronic. One I hated: The Puppet. A tall white stripped black figure, with a mask with tear marks and a smile for face. Fritz was inside, beaten and faceless and the animatronic covered in blood, using Fritz´s face to cover his own.

»Damn authorities never made the connection but I knew. I JUST KNEW! So I gave it payback. I took the night shifts and on the first day, after 6 am, I took the box to my house, grabbed a fire axe and ripped it apart. Limb by LIMB! BUTTON TO BUTTON!

»I thought I was free. But I wasn´t. The animatronics kept haunting me. And two weeks later, in 1993, on the 12th day of the shift I got a surprise. They all came for me at the same time and I had to hide. I went to a sealed room, known only by those who worked there in the days of the first pizzeria and hid inside a spring suit of Bonnie. But the room was rotten and the ceiling leaked with water that moistened the locks and... Tore me apart. Payback is a bitch they say. The rest you know.

Paul had listened as quietly as he could. Now, with the story over, he let out his emotions by weeping in sadness. He buries his hands in his face and cries, sobs and hiccups… He hears Vincent get up and head to the door, opening it and closing it. Paul is left alone to swallow the horrible truth about him.

-Monsieur, was that all true? – A kid´s voice sounds in front of him.

Paul shoots up and looks frantically around in the room for the kid. He sniffs, clears the tears of his faceand asks:

-Where are you?

Paul checks under the bed.

-In the silver plate, Monsieur. – The kid indicates.

Paul doesn´t find it convincing. But he thinks that maybe a cup of tea would do him wonders, so he takes the cup in his right hand and brings it to his lips.

-Monsieur, that tickles!

Paul stops drinking the tea and stares at the cup in interest. Hesitating for a second grants him the reward of seeing an eye pop in existence that watches him, then a second one and then a mouth that laughs.

Paul does nothing first. Then he puts down the cup gently. Then…

Belle is going up the stairs when…

-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

-Stay back! – Paul screams, tripping on his feet and crawling away.

-But Monsieur…

-Don´t talk!

The door of the room swings open and in enters Belle.

-What´s wrong, Paul? – She asks, kneeling to stare at him. – Oh my god, what happened to you?

Belle uses a towel in her hands to clean the blood from Paul´s nose.

-The-the-the cup spoke! How is that possible?! – Paul exclaims.

-Oh, you mean Chip? Don´t worry, he won´t hurt you. – Belle sighs and chuckles, but still focused on fixing Paul.

-So… you know it? – Paul asks shifting position to sit on his knees.

-Him, Paul. Chip is a him. And yes, he´s the son of Miss Potts. – Belle smiles, getting up and extending a hand to Paul.

He takes the offered hand and gives her a hug.

-I´m so glad you´re safe. – He says. – And um… apologies, Chip. – He adds, looking over Belle´s shoulder to Chip.

-I´m used to it, Monsieur Paul. – Chip brightened up.

-Call me Paul. – Paul asked.

-So Papa got to the town safely? How was he? – Belle asks concerned.

-Freaked out, for the lack of a better term. He tried to ask for help in the tavern but only I listened. I went looking for you and found you. – Paul was intending to keep on talking but stops. The episode in the forest was already bad enough without describing it.

-So he´s safe thank god. – Belle said, a tad heavy.

Did the episode in the forest weight on her too? Paul leads her to the bed where the two sit down and he looks to the cup:

-Chip, was it?

-Yes, Monsieur?

-Give Belle some tea, please.

The cup nodded and hops carefully to their side. There Paul took Chip from the handle and offered him to Belle, who took it gratefully and drank the tea. Chip laughed.

-Are you better, Belle? – The little cup asks.

-Not quite, but I will be soon. – She sets him down on her side and turns to Paul. – Paul, I think you know something that you should tell me.

-Yes, indeed. It´s like a really long story. – Paul massages his jaw.

-We have time and will for that. – She says, though not the response he was expecting.

And so Paul tells her the whole story.

A night passed and the morning came to Paul sometime after 11 am. He got out of the bed, put on his washed clothes, courtesy of the staff he had to meet, tied his hair in the typical ponytail and, making sure he didn´t forget a thing, leaves to head down to the kitchen, his mind going back to last night.

Belle had been convinced of what Paul told her in a short hour, the package of the past two days events In Paul´s perspective and the story Vincent had told him. She had laughed, questioned, gasped, widened her eyes and hugged him for the whole time. Paul could have told her a more matter-of-fact version of the stories but the presence of Chip, whom Paul learned mid-story telling he was a kid, warned him not to. The other staff had come to the room too, alarmed by the visitor´s room´s screams, and Paul had got a bigger surprise there. Presentations were done and he had struck friendship with them all: Lumiere, Cogsworth, Miss Potts, Footstool… Save for the castle´s master, he met everyone. They gave him the background of the castle and it´s occupants` curse and told him the rules, one of them being not entering the west hall. A rule that, strangely, Belle reinforced when he had asked why.

Now, more refreshed and rested, Paul enters the kitchen after taking the indicated directions and finds it full of activity, with a handful of cooks (well, in the form of table and cooking tools) working. He asks for a quick breakfast and they deliver him a piece of bread with butter, which he devours in a few bites.

Next he takes a walk to know the castle, visiting almost all the rooms of the castle. At one time he ran into Belle again, who was in warm violet and pink winter clothes and heading outside to play in the snow, and went with her.

The storm had been gone for a long time and replaced with a cloudless blue sky. The backyard, where Paul and Belle had gone to, was a vast space covered in snow to be used at the disposal of the passing person.

-Better than this, only in a snow paradise. – Paul whistles.

-It´s beautiful. Hey Paul? – Belle calls him.

Paul "hums" and gets a snowball in the face.

-Ohohohoho… So THAT´S how it´s going to be? – Paul spits the snow closer to his lips and laughs.

He dodges another snowball and takes snow in his hands, which he molds into a ball. He throws the snowball and it flies and gets Belle in the skirt, the latter already running off and making more snowballs. A fight issues in the backyard that gets the two friends covered in snow from feet to head and when that happens, they call it a tie. Belle entertained herself afterwards making snow angels and Paul a snowman, which he tries to make it look like known people in the town.

The one that both found more funny was one which Paul took great care to build. When the torso was done, Paul fetched two sticks that would resemble curved arms and placed one to be inside an imaginary nose and another to scratch the head like a monkey. Belle assisted in finding a nose, a pointy rock, and next they picked up fallen leaves that would look darker and inserted them in the snowman´s scalp. A few more adjustments and add-ups and the snowman was finished.

-Bet you can´t guess who that is. – Paul challenges sitting in the snow.

Belle narrowed her eyes in concentration for a while and shakes her head.

-It´s Gaston. – Paul fakes an insulted expression, crossing his arms and legs and making annoyed noises.

Belle looks at the snowman again and, finally seeing the similarities, she laughs.

-That´s supposed to be Gaston? – An amused Vincent asks next to the snowman. – Lad, if ye wanted to build a kraken, ye did it.

Paul snorts at the comparison and makes a snowball that he hurls at Vincent, hitting him in the chest.

-Jackass! – Vincent complains.

He takes the snowman´s head and launches it to a caught-off-guard Paul, burying his head in snow and leaves.

-Paul? – Belle asks, removing the snow from his face.

Paul has an expression she had never seen before: One that said "You´re so screwed when I get you".

-You want some too? Bring it on! – He says.

It was round 2 for the snowball fight, Paul and Vincent facing each other, with neither of them giving in until Paul´s hunger came knocking at the door. Belle had also joined the fight for a moment, teaming up with Paul to beat Vincent. Considering his invisible form was covered in snow, the aims were correctly placed every time.

-You two are quite the team. – Vincent compliments, cleaning the snow off him.

-Appreciated. – Paul thanks him.

-What is Vincent saying? – Belle asks. – And you have snow in your back.

-Thank you. He was saying that we make a good team. – Paul tells her.

-Oh, thank you Vincent. – She says but turning to where Vincent wasn´t.

-I´m here, meat for brains. – Vincent touches her shoulder twice.

-He´s behind you Belle. – Paul gives in to chuckling.

-Oh, sorry. Thank you. – Belle apologizes and repeats.

-Ye´re welcome. – With that said, they head back inside.

-So where is your master? –Paul questions as he looks inside the library he was sent to.

-He will be with you shortly Monsieur, fret not. – Cogsworth informs in a cordial tone. – Now, may I suggest you have a look around?

Paul nods and studies the library. It was rows and rows of books, some copies of precious stories from famous writers and philosophers, others encyclopedias of a variety of subjects, in bookshelves of two meters of height or more that extended to the end of the room. Paul walks around the library, seeing the books, a sense of amazement and fascination compelling him to read them until he wouldn´t want more. Something impossible.

-How old is this library? – Paul asks, climbing a ladder to see the books in the upper shelves.

-The library is over a hundred years old, built to serve as means of education of our Master, his father and his grandfather. Like the castle, it was built in 1669, and it holds those times most valuable copies of books and encyclopedias. No other library can match the Master´s library. – Cogsworth explains meticulously, with a hint of pride.

-Adam, huh? You seem to work here for quite some time, Monsieur Cogsworth, am I right? – Paul deduces as he ran his fingers on the spine of a book about Mathematics.

-Correct, Monsieur. Along with Lumiere and Miss Potts. – Cogsworth confirmed.

The doors opens and Cogsworth salutes his master with a cordial bow. Paul climbs down and faces the master, his rescuer of the night before.

"I was not hallucinating. He is a beast.", Paul fails not to look shocked.

Beast dismisses Cogsworth and closes the door when he left. He stares at Paul, who does the same but walking towards him.

-You´re Beast, I presume? – Paul asks.

-Yes. – Beast says somewhat resented, in a mixture of a growl and normal talking.

Paul raises an arm and holds it for Beast to shake it, the latter doing so hesitantly.

-Thank you for saving me and my sister and… my brother. – Paul thanks.

-Your brother? – Beast asks walking past him.

-He is in my head. It´s complicated. But what is it that you want to talk about? – Paul inquires.

There is silence for a moment.

-First of all know this: You are only here because Belle begged me to keep you with her, or I would have left you outside when I could. – Beast clarifies. – And since you will stay here, you cannot leave to the outside or enter the west hall. Are we clear?

-Yes, Monsieur. – Paul nods. – May I?

Beast waves uncaring as a "yes" and Paul sits in a chair.

-Now, I called you here… I summoned you because I… - Beast hesitates, as if his pride would crumble because of the request.

And to make things worst…

-GET ON WITH IT!

Beast growls at the presence sitting in the table in front of Paul.

-Who are you? – He demands.

-Yer momma´s lover. – Vincent insults, slapping his fingers loudly. –OOOH SHNAP!

Beast showed his sharp teeth and furrowed his eyebrows.

-Now, now, before we start killin` each other, I want ta toast to our host, the long lost sibiling of Adam Levine, for gettin` us away from the traumatized band of animatronics. May ye be forever ugly, cocksucker! – Vincent insults even more, raising an invisible glass and drinking it.

Paul had the good sense of getting away from Vincent, since seconds later Beast leapt at Vincent, clawing at him. Vincent remained unfazed and, somehow, became intangible, making Beast fall without a prey in his hands.

-LEAVE MY CASTLE! – He growls, leaping again.

-If me brother´s here, I canna leave, mate. BTW, do something about yer breath. Yer killin`me, for Jaysus` sake. – Vincent didn´t take the threat seriously.

The insults continued on and on, until Beast had grown furious to the point he lifted the table and Vincent fell off, not expecting that to happen. Beast swings the table upwards and leans to smash it on Vincent.

-YOU TWO STOP AND SHUT THE FUCK UP! – Paul yells, fed up with it.

The two halt and look at Paul.

-Vincent, my patience is getting. Really. Thin. I´m this close to throw you out myself you hear me?! – Paul shows his fingers to Vincent to make a point. - So unless you want to go back out to the woods and face the demons alone, you will change your attitude. CLEAR?

»And you Beast, I´ve been told about the curse that got you like that. Now I see why it was on you. You are unwelcoming, rude, a dickhead as Vincent would say, and worst of all you dragged your servants, who had to put up with you for so many years, into your mess. – Beast staggers back at the stone cold truth. – So, if you really want to find someone who can love you, you have to undergo a real change. And don´t you fuck with me by denying it!

Paul pants loudly, registering what he had said and becoming surprised. Adam puts the table down slowly, not averting his eye´s from Paul, and, to Vincent´s surprise, offers him a hand.

-I never thought ye had that in ye, Paul. And maybe ye´re right. I´ll try, mate. – Vincent says, dematerializing.

Paul doesn´t give an answer, his only concern being Beast pouncing at him.

-You´re right, yes. – Beast acknowledges the facts. – I´ve been rude my entire life, not caring for others. And when that witch came disguised as an old lady, I got what I deserved.

Adam sits in the carpet, studying the floor like it could hold an answer to his damnation.

-And the others: Miss Potts, Lumiere, Cogsworth… they put up with me for the last ten years and I never considered them as much as friends. And now, when we see someone else after ten years, I treated them rudely, scared Belle´s father. Belle… She took care of me while you and I were unconscious. How can she? – Beast asks Paul directly.

-It´s who she is. She is kind and gentle, cleverer than what most people gather. I think I´m lucky enough to be her sister. – Paul says sitting in the same chair again. Then he makes the connection. – Is that why you want to see me?

-Yes. - Beast admits, sighing and rubbing his head. - I want to give Belle a gift to thank her for staying with us. But I´ve never been good at talking to women and I´m afraid I´ll embarrass myself. Cogsworth suggested chocolates, necklaces, roses but Lumiere told me to give her access to this library. I wanted to hear what you suggest.

Paul studies Beast with a critical eye, evaluating the outcomes and the course of action to take.

"They could get along if he tried", Paul has to conclude in his mind.

-Belle would definitely love to be in here. She is a natural book lover, more than me. – Paul agrees with a smile. – I´ll tell her to come see you and you can offer her the library, what do you say?

Beast´s answer was not unexpected or different of what Paul had wanted. They leave the library shortly after with Beast asking one final question:

-What´s it like to have a sister?

-It´s like having the certainty that you won´t face the world alone. You have someone to care about and be cared of, no matter the outcome of your decisions. Belle is a rare case in the town where we come from: she loves books, she´s smarter than most of men and the funniest of all is that she is the only girl who refuses the advances of Gaston. – Paul recalls the incident from the day before with a big smile.

-Gaston? – Beast asks.

-A hunter and the most respected and idolatrized man of the town. All the girls want a piece of him but Belle looks past his muscles and pretty face and politely rejects him. But he keeps trying regardless. Last time he organized a wedding at our doorstep, the whole village was invited, and Gaston intended for Belle to accept and marry him.

»But Vincent, bless him, did some mind-controlling trick on him and he mocked him by making Gaston repeat his gestures and words. He called off the wedding, forced Gaston to apologize to Belle and even made him dive to the mud pools of the pigs.

Beast broke down in laughter, accompanied by Paul, the latter however laughing more silently.

-But… do I stand a chance with her? – Beast asks shyly, looking outside from a window.

By chance, they see Belle having fun with Footstool on the snow.

-If you can be less Beast and more Human, you´ll get there. I guarantee it. – Paul assures. – Now come on, you have to impress my sister.

Beast gratefully followed Paul in search of Belle.