"Give gifts. Give life. Give gifts. Give life. The gift is life. The gift of life." Henry Cartwright sung quietly to himself as he pinned the photos to the corkboard. Finally he had moved out and found an apartment perfect to work on his plan. The year was 1987 and today was Henry's 30th birthday. He had almost forgotten, it wasn't like his birthdays were ever anything special anyways. It would be a lie to say he wasn't losing his faith. Had Freddy and the others already forgotten him? He couldn't them. He could never. Not even after 15 years, after his parents made him stop going, they said he was too old. He didn't care. He had eyes on three kids already. One of them was only two so it would be difficult to tell right now, all he knew was that she loved going to Freddy Fazbear's, more than any other child in the area. She would laugh and giggle at all of it, even though she was so young.
"This one or this one?" He held up the pictures of two little boys. They looked about the same. Henry took note that their hair both matched the unique colour of Freddy's fur. "Oh, but he is so much more of a leader. Much more mature, almost too much so."
Henry squinted at the boys. One of them smiled brightly in his photo, he was with a soccer ball and in a red and white soccer jersey. The other photo was a school photo, the boy wore a black T-shirt and smiled for the camera. He knew little about the two boys besides the few times he could follow them around. Except. Maybe this one. Maybe he would be perfect. He wasn't as cheerful as Freddy though, that could be a problem.
Something that Henry knew, however, was that the boy he chose would have to die. He shook his head. No, they weren't dying. It was their souls being sacrificed. He wouldn't be dead, just transformed into Freddy. According to him, once the souls fuel the personalities of the friends he knows must be real, they'll come to life. They'd be just like them. He did consider the possibility of the kid's personalities taking over instead, he just assumed that after some time, they would turn into the beloved characters. Was his past too gloomy to be Freddy? Henry frowned. No, he was perfect. At least his mind would be easy to deteriorate, after what he'd been through. Freddy would take over in a second. Finally, three out of four solid children were chosen.
"There we have it. This is our choice." Henry pinned the photo to the wall and put his hands on his hips. "Ben Bradley, Molly Chung, and Noam Kar."
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After the recent incident, well, two years ago, Henry felt very much back in the game. The year was 1989, all four children were chosen. Now he just had to wait for them to be all there at once so he could execute his plan. He thought for a bit, maybe, he needed one more. There were plenty of suits in the back and there was that golden one. Henry felt something weird just then. Something in his mind telling him that Golden Freddy didn't need a child soul. He shook it off. Molly Chung and Noam Kar had both gotten little siblings in the same year. Henry took consideration of them as well. Perhaps they deserved some further looking into. He didn't think it'd take long now. It would be very soon. The children's souls will soon fuel the beautiful essence that is the Freddy Fazbear Band. These children should feel honored. They were the chosen ones. They were perfect. It'd all be perfect. Soon.
AN: The next one will be longer and out soon. I promise.