AUTHOR'S NOTE: This does not take place in the same universe as Into the Pit. This story just takes place in its own FNAF canon, unconnected from the games, the novels and the Fazbear Frights books. With that said, enjoy.

Oswald stared out the window at the street, listening to his video game music. On the street was a dead possum, sprawled on the road. It had gotten hit by his dad's car the day before. Clearly, no one was going to take that disgusting thing off the road.

He heard the door behind him open. He turned around and saw his dad.

"Hey son," Dad said. Oswald mumbled a hello and was about to keep staring out the window when he noticed what his dad was wearing. He seemed to be dressed in a more… sophisticated way.

"What's with the fancy clothes?" Oswald asked, taking out his earphones.

"I'm going out of town until 1:00am," Dad revealed. "My boss is taking us employees to check out a vacant shop. If we're lucky, we'll be moving out of town."

Oswald smiled. For two years, the town he was in was run-down and dead. They stayed at first to take care of Oswald's grandma, but she was moved to an out-of-town nursing home last month. Even then, Oswald's parents didn't see any reason to leave.

But now, if his dad was lucky, Oswald could finally leave this dead town behind.

Then a thought crossed his mind.

"What about me?" Oswald questioned. "Mom won't be back until midnight."

Dad walked over to Oswald's bed and ruffled his hair. "Don't worry kid. I got you a babysitter."

Oswald blinked. "Who? Is it Mark?"

Dad shook his head. "No," He said. "It's this teenager. Her name is Sarah."

Oswald rolled his eyes. He had seen teenagers at the bus stops complaining about something or other. He hoped this one wouldn't be the same.

"Sure thing, Dad," Oswald mumbled, putting back in his earphones. Dad stood up and walked up to the door. He looked at Oswald.

"Be good, Oswald," Dad said.

"I will."

And with that, Dad left. Oswald sighed. I just wish something would happen, he thought. Just something exciting.

Oswald lay on the couch, playing on his game console. Sarah hadn't shown up yet, so he was passing the time. It was 6:00pm.

He heard the doorbell ring. He stood up and walked up to the door, opening it. There stood a girl who stood a few feet taller than Oswald and had auburn hair. On her back, she had a backpack.

"You Sarah?" He asked. She nodded, stepping inside and placing her bag in the table.

"Look Oswald," Sarah said. "Your dad gave me strict rules. You have to go to bed at eleven and you can't go out, so don't think of sneaking out."

Oswald groaned. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know."

Sarah smiled. "Good, this job should be pretty eas-"

There was another knock on the door. Sarah's smile faded.

"Who could that be?" Sarah muttered, walking up to the door. She opened in and another teenager walked in. She had long black hair and pale skin. She was wearing some jewellery and she had an annoyed look on her face.

"Alright kid, my name's Millie," She grumbled. "Your dad gave me some orders so…"

She stared at Sarah. "Who are you? The kid's sister?"

Sarah folded her arms. "I'm Sarah. I'm Oswald's babysitter."

Millie titled her head. "Um, I think you made a mistake. I'm Oswald's babysitter. His dad called me and told me that I have to look after him."

"Well, his dad phoned me as well," Sarah responded.

Oswald thought about what had happened, but then came up with a possible idea. His dad had been very busy in the past few days and had sometimes done things twice, like making dinner or setting up a board game. He had probably called two babysitters.

"My dad probably called both of you," he said finally.

Millie's frown grew more pronounced. "Well, I can't exactly phone my grandpa to pick me up since I left my phone behind." She turned towards Sarah. "So, I guess my and you will take care of Oswald."

Sarah shrugged. "I guess so."

Millie sighed. "Let's just get to work."

Fritz walked down the road, his face dark. His car had run out of fuel and since there were no nearby fuel stations, he was stuck walking home. His wife was going to kill him.

"Nearly there," he muttered. He went down a dark alley. To be fair, dark alleyways like this one gave him the creeps. Somehow, he always thought that some crazy guy was going to jump out and mug him.

He shook his head. Don't be ridiculous. This town is practically dead. No muggers who want to come here.

He suddenly heard something. A rustling sound. He raised an eyebrow.

"Hello?" Fritz called out. He squinted his eyes. The rustling sounds grew louder. Fritz began to shake. He was actually scared.

"Is anyone there?" He asked, his voice small, like a scared child's. Then he saw it. Something in a cloak, its hand rummaging in a bin. Then it turned around. It wore some kind of mask. It had one eye and its teeth were crooked and broken.

"What are you?" Fritz whimpered. The thing, without a word, began to advance towards him.

Fritz couldn't move. He was too scared.

"No! Stay away! Please! I'll do any-"

The thing grabbed him by the chest and lifted him up.

The sound of screaming and bones cracking could be heard from the alleyway that night.