Author's note 1:

Well, 42 views, 4 followers and 2 favorites.

Not bad.

Enjoy!

Was… was he dead?

He couldn't see anything, darkness as a whole surrounded him.

He surely did not believe that he was in Heaven or Hell, because it didn't look like any of them.

"William?"

He recognized that voice, it was Clarence. Where was it coming from?

"William! Wake up!"

Was he dreaming? What was going on?

"Afton! You stupid monkey! Open your eyes!"

He slowly did, and found a ceiling greeting his awakening.

"Finally! Look, William, I don't know where we are or what happed. Last thing I remember was us frying because of one of my brothers attacking, we couldn't survive that. However, I regained my senses before you did, I think this is a hospital?"

Blinking a few times, he directed his attention to the bed he was currently resting on. He was still wearing his clothes, he noticed, but he was monitered with medical equipment.

"How?" He rasped out.

"Don't know, monkey. But we're going to find out soon enough."

He glanced at his left and saw his bag laying on the floor. He snatched it and found his notebook still there, he grabbed a pencil.

Who knew that dying could be that much of an experience?

I am not dead, that much I grasped. But this unexpected turn of events has clearly left me dumbfounded and it doesn't help that Clarence is continuing to annoy me.

He heard a snort, but he ignored it.

So, the best way to understand the situation is to wait and see what happens. It'll be the right choice, for now.

Just as he finished writing, the door to his room opened and… a doctor stepped in.

The man crossed his sight with his own and smiled. "Ah, you're awake! We thought you might have been stuck in a coma…" He pointed a finger to his arm. "…we found some signs of trauma caused by contact with electricity. Say, you weren't hit by a lighting bolt, were you? The probabilities of survival are low, and your case might be a miracle."

The doctor's attempt at joking only caused a nervous smile to raise upon William's lips. "No, doc, I wasn't. Although…" He squinted his eyes for a moment. "…I cannot remember the incident with a clear picture of what happened. Do you know where I am?"

Clarence laughed. "I wonder if this other monkey will fall for your trick. I wouldn't to be honest, but I am no monkey, am I?" He resisted the urge to snap at the virus, he just waited for an answer while tapping his finger on his arm.

The doctor quickly added something to his notes. "Possible amnesia…" He heard him mutter.

If all that happened wasn't a dream, then William clearly did not have amnesia. But he just couldn't spill out the entire story without the possibility of being imprisoned in a mental institute, right?

"Maybe. Perhaps you do belong with other freaks, but I would get annoyed pretty fast there. So, I like you being free to be honest."

"Oh, sorry! Anyway, you are in a hospital, a man found you lying still in a public park not too far from here during the night and brought you to us as soon as he could."

Well, now came the million-dollar question.

"Of course, but what country is this?" He heard Clarence laughing.

"3…"

"2…"

"1…"

"You… uh… You are in America, of course."

…

"Well, I suppose my amnesia will settle aside in a day or two…" He rubbed his eyes. "…say doc, is the person who basically saved my life still here? I wouldn't mind thanking him before anymore questions are required by medical stuff, especially if needed to understand my unfortunate incident."

He grinned. "You are pretty young but talk with a lot of respect in your voice and very professionally, taught well by your parents?"

William shrugged. "I recently finished university, I am pretty prepared in maths and physics too. I think I got this type of speech by studying them."

The doctor scratched his chin before shrugging back. "Well, to answer your question: yes. He is here actually, he wanted to see how well you were handling the night. He is still alarmed…" He opened the door. "…I'll call him."

"Wait!" William realized his error and cleared his throat. "Actually, I feel pretty fine, doc. I would like to sign anything required to release me from the hospital. I'll meet this person on my way out."

The doctor stared at him before sighing. "Alright."

"Boom! Rambo you are not, but you sure are good at manipulating people."

He had to agree with Clarence on that one.

After so many never-ending questions, he was finally released.

He had to sign a few papers here and there, he opted to use his mother's last name: Buchanon. There were so many questions needed to be answered, and he didn't want to be tracked that easily.

At the entrance he saw a man with his arms crossed, tapping his foot on the floor. As soon as he saw him, he walked up to him.

"Ah, you're up then. I began to think that you'd stay here for a while, wanted to check on you to see your condition."

"Oh, diddums! Monkey popped his clogs! Bo-bleading-ho! Get on with it will ya?!" William could only huff at the virus's antics before offering a hand to the guy.

"I must thank you for saving my life, then. William Buchanon, a pleasure to meet you."

The man grinned widely before accepting it. "Mike Schmidt. Same for me, kid."

Kid, something he hated to be called as.

"Better than being called 'monkey', don't you think? Although that's what you are, so…"

"So…" Mike began. "…seeing as you'll probably walk back since I see no car, I guess I can give you a ride back home."

He was about to refuse when he caught the sight of the street, it was… incredible, but the street itself was just like the one near his home. And as he turned to address the hospital's insigna, he noticed how it was the same hospital near his home.

It was all so… strange.

"We need answers, monkey." Despite the never ending nickname Clarence used, he agreed with him.

"My home is not far, though I won't refuse a ride after a near death experience, Mr. Schmidt."

Michael waved his hand. "No need to call me that, kid. Just 'Mike' is fine."

He raised an eyebrow but shrugged, and just followed the man to his vehicle.

During the ride they chatted about anything that came to their minds.

William discovered that Mike was in his fourties, precisely fourty-five. He lived alone in his own house, though he often was visited by distant friends he made over the years.

Apparently he worked at something called: "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza". Mike described the experience as something coming up from a horror movie, but even though William asked the man to elaborate his accurate description, he remained silent.

"You wouldn't believe me, William." He said.

He opted to drop the subject and thankfully during the trip Clarence had no smart comebacks to make.

"Well, this is the place, right?" William was snapped out of his thoughts as Mike parked.

He leaned out of the window and saw the familiar building. "Y-yeah, this is the place. Thanks, Mike."

The man shrugged in response. "No problem, kid. Say, why don't you give me your number? I like to remain in contact with people I like."

"Is this monkey trying to flirt with us? Back off! This monkey's already mine, keep your hands to yourself!" There was something strange about how Clarence growled the threat, but William complied.

"Alright, kid, I'll see you around." With that, Mike turned on the car and drove away.

"Fiu, we're finally alone, monkey. Hey! What's that at your feet?" William looked down and saw a newspaper stuck between his shoes, surely hanging there by the wind that brought it to him.

He opened it out of curiosity and raised an eyebrow at a particular section of it. "Strange, I never heard of this place before…"

After years of non-activity, the band is back!

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza is acting under a new management and wants to leave behind the tragedies happened all those years ago.

Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and even Foxy will get back on stage soon for all to see!

All normal, but there was a line at the end of the page that made William's blood freeze.

The new owner, Mr. Andrew Poulter, wants to make sure that the tragedy of the Afton family is not to be forgotten.

"We are very aware of the sudden disappearance of William Afton and his family: Michael Afton, Elizabeth Afton and Evan Afton. Our goal is to make sure that our new and improved business will surely surpass, in quality, that of Mr. Afton for two main reasons: the first one is to ensure that nothing will happen again, we will address full security at all times, they won't be forgotten. The second reason is to learn from Mr. Afton's mistakes to ensure improvement at all times."

The future looks bright for Freddy and his band, but will the consumers place their trust in the pizzeria again?

"Well, monkey. This looks interesting, don't ya think?"

He just stared blankly at the same lines he read over and over again.

Author's note 2:

Well, in terms of length it's decent considering it's FNAF, yes?