AN: Sorry it was weird the first time. ALSO Five Night's At Freddy's 3, much like the second, will not be explained in the story. I won't talk about it's origins and it will not be a plot, perhaps only mentioned
Laura's funeral happened three years late. The family already was having trouble financially and they simply couldn't afford it until now. Despite the fact that the Chapman parents were split, they both came. Since there was no body, there would be no burial. It made it cheaper anyways. All they had to do was pay respect. Some people brought flowers and some brought gifts for the family. Funerals really were for the living after all. At the front of the room sat a picture of Laura Chapman.
"Why do I have to wear this suit?" Jackson whined.
"Because its for you to pay your respects to your sister." His mother told him.
"Why can't I pay my respects in a hoodie?"
"Shut up." Colin nudged his brother.
"You're only happy because you wear black all the time." The younger brother frowned.
George Chapman, only five years old looked around curiously. He was two when he lost his sister, never really knowing her. He didn't really understand at all. Colin, now fifteen, was more shut off than ever. With divorced parents and a deceased little sister, it was hard to not have it take a toll on you. Jackson cared, of course he did, but the easiest thing for him was to pretend not to. Even easier than showing everyone what he really feels. The funeral went smoothly. When the time came to say some words. No one stood to do so at first. Eventually, Hannah Spencer got up for her daughter. She had planned to be last but it seemed that know one else had something to say. Slowly, she made her way to the front of the room. She read from a piece of paper, held tightly in her hands.
"Laura, was a beautiful girl. She deserved so much more time than she got. She was an amazing daughter who I only wish I had more time with."
Colin rolled his eyes. There was no doubt that his mother loved Laura, but she could've taken full advantage of the time. Instead she chose to fight with her husband and ignore each of her kids which took different effect of each of them. Oliver Chapman sat next to his sons looking restless.
"I will always remember Laura's sweet smile and forever will I regret looking away from her for a second. If I could go back again I wouldn't leave her side."
Now Jackson rolled his eyes. Once again, not because he believed his mother was insincere but because of his annoyance that she didn't try harder. Even though all the children were at Freddy's that day, Jackson blamed his mother for the death of Laura. Colin and Jackson were both across the pizzeria, Laura was solely their mother's responsibility. Yet she chose to watch none of her kids and let one slip away.
"I'm glad that the one who took away my child's life has been brought to justice. I pray that Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria will enhance their security system so that this doesn't happen to another family."
"I told you not to bring her there." Everyone turned to the voice. Laura's father had stood up from his place. Colin and Jackson widened their eyes. What did he think he was doing? Everyone remained silent. "I told you that place was dangerous. I stressed it. Then, just to spite me, you take my daughter there and get her killed."
Hannah tightened her lips, trying to find words. "How dare you blame me for this? I didn't watch her, I admit that, but you have no right to tell me this is my fault. The kids wanted to go there, Laura more than anyon-"
"Oh just stop it, Hannah. Stop pretending you can't keep doing this. You aren't being a responsible parent."
"How dare you tell me how to be a parent." She took a step down from the stage.
"You don't even take care of the boys anymore while I-"
"You never let me see the boys. This is the first time in months!"
Colin stood up abruptly. Everyone turned their attention to him but he didn't say anything. Instead she grabbed his coat from his chair and stormed out. Seconds later, Jackson was pulled out of the room by his mother. Oliver kept standing. Everyone sat there for a few moments before understanding that they wouldn't be coming back. The funeral was over.
Colin Chapman stomped down the sidewalk. How dare his parents do this here? They always did this, they aways fought, but never would he ever believe they'd be horrible enough to go at it over Laura's grave. How dare they. His family was battered and broken at this point. He hated it, he hated the guilt as well. He hated knowing that he was in the same building as his six year old sister when she died. He wanted to die. His father was impulsive, rude and a careless. He didn't hesitate to pick fights, totally forgetting about his kids. His mother was a coward, she always pretended to be everything but in reality did nothing. Never did either of them try to help him no matter how cut off he was which only caused him to grow colder. He hated his life. He hated his family. He hated everything. Gravel crunched beneath his feet. It was August, 1995, the air was stuffy and warm. Colin stuck his gloveless hands in his pocket for warmth. He had a bit of a walk ahead of him. He wasn't going home.
...
Noam hadn't gone to camp in three years. At first, his parents didn't want to send him because they didn't want him to go away. Eventually, Noam argued that now, since he was eleven, that he should be allowed to go again as he was a big kid. His parents agreed to let him be free for a week. He loved them but always found them too clingy these days, always treating him like a child. Noam was excited to get a break. When he arrived, he was afraid his old friends would forget him. In his cabin, he found two familiar faces. At first they didn't recognize him until they saw his name tag.
"Noam!" Danny jumped down from his top bunk.
"You haven't been here in years! What happened?" Jamie followed behind him.
"Yeah! You used to come every year!"
The camp was for ages four to thirteen, which was a pretty big gap. Amir had never gone, even when he was the right age, because neither of the brothers wanted that. Danny was the same age as Noam and the first person that he ever met there when he was four years old. They became great friends after teaming up for cabin races. Jamie was a year younger. He came for the first time when he was five with his sister but she stopped coming. At first the two boys didn't like him as they thought he seemed bratty but after they saw him getting picked on by an older kid, they stood up for him and the three started a friendship. Other friends joined along the way but Noam never saw any of them outside of camp even though most of them came from the same city. "Um, my family couldn't afford it for a bit." Noam told his friends.
"It's good to have you back though." Danny grinned.
Jamie stood next to Noam. "I'm taller than you now."
Noam pushed him playfully. He was happy to be with his camp friends again, it'd been so long.
"Okay, campers. Come sit in the middle of the cabin." A young man wearing a camp counsellor shirt walked into the room. The ten boys hanging around made a circle. The counsellor introduced himself as Marty and had them play some icebreaker games. Though a few were a little young for them, it was fun to play again. Then they sat back down and answered questions to get to know each other. What's your favourite food? Do you have a pet? Do you have any siblings?
"No."
"What?"
"No."
"What do you mean, Noam?" Jamie furrowed his brow. "Last time you said you had a little brother."
Noam looked at Jamie but didn't say anything. Still, the younger boy remained confused.
Marty was confused as well. "Do you have a little brother, Noam?"
"As I said, no. I don't." He said firmly.
Danny frowned. "Yeah. Jamie's right. Three years ago you said you had a brother named Amir."
The cabin looked to Noam expectantly.
"Amir's dead."
Everyone was quiet. Even Marty, who was now trying to find a way to move the conversation away, couldn't find words.
"How?" Danny asked carefully.
"Danny." Their counsellor tried to stop him from causing harm.
"It's fine." Noam sighed.
It was going to pop up sooner or later. He didn't mind so much, at least someone was willing to admit that Amir was gone.
"He was one of the victims of the missing children at Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria.
"Really?" Jamie asked quietly.
Marty clapped his hands together to break the tension. "What about you, Jamie?"
"Uh, yeah. My sister, Michelle. We're twins..." When Jamie heard about Molly's death, he was shaken. He was never close with Molly, he was never really nice either. Small world though, that his friend's sibling and sibling's enemy, could both disappear together. It was almost scary, how close they both were to him. He didn't really get what happened, he just knew that one day they were gone. No one really knew what happened. Maybe Noam knew. Maybe he could ask him more.
...
Colin Chapman's body was found at he bottom of the bridge thirteen hours after he left the funeral home. No one was there to see him jump. His family submitted a missing persons and since he was so young and no one had seen him, they went to look. The police found him quickly in the shallow waters under a bridge a mile away from the funeral.
"And then he just stormed out?" Caroline McDonald asked the parents.
Hannah Spencer was in tears. She nodded. "I thought he'd be running home but when I got there and he wasn't there I called his friends. They hadn't seen him either and I got worried."
April Metcalf pulled Officer Newman aside."She's that same mother from the Fazbear case. Isn't she?"
Newman nodded. "Looks like the poor woman's lost two children now."
"What do you think drove him to do it?" April inquired about Colin.
She had never really considered how siblings of the children might feel. Most of them were too young to understand. April had never even questioned Colin or Jackson like she did Clara and Noam. She had tried not to think about it too much. She was still disturbed however, by the murder of five children, September 10th 1992.
Jackson Chapman watched the police question his mother in the living room. Hannah had sent him and George upstairs but the older boy snuck back down. He was old enough to really understand death now. Both his little sister and older brother were dead. Jackson blamed his mother's ignorance for each death. Once a boy who was a brother of three became a brother of one. He refused to let his parent's ignorant nature get to him. Never again would he listen to them. He hated them.
...
Noam had trouble sleeping. Though camp was fun, he wasn't used to sleeping away from home anymore. It was only the first day though, it could get better. Jamie, who was in the bunk next to him, under Danny, shone his flashlight at him. Noam blocked his eyes. "Noam?" "W-what?" "Can I ask you something? About your brother?" "...Sure."