It was dark and musty. The air felt heavy with dust and hot metal. She looked around but couldn't see anything, it was too dark. Looking around the area, she saw not too far from her, two bright dots, that stood out from the darkness. The silver eyes.

She gasped and stumbled back, almost tripping over her own two feet. She bumped into the side of a table, not taking her eyes of it's. She took shallow breaths and waited to see if it would move. After a few seconds, nothing had happened. She tried to calm herself and she slowly turned from it to open the door. She noticed how small she was. She was direct eye level with the doorknob. She must've been a little kid again.

Her hand fell upon the knob, before she heard the thing turn on. She jumped and clumsily opened the door, rushing to escape. She heard its foot steps and she flung herself through the door. Before falling forward and landing on her front. Her eyes closed instinctively, letting the impact shake through her chest. She snapped them opening to see shiny, black and white checkered flooring.

She looked around. This wasn't right. She got to her feet. Her height- she wasn't a kid anymore. She looked down and saw she was back in her normal clothes, she was herself again. But before she could do anything, she heard the same metal footsteps behind her. She looked back over her shoulder. It was those same silver eyes, except they belonged to a character now, Foxy. He began running after her and she darted forward, not looking back.

When she exited the halfway she entered the dining room, she quickly cut to the left and ran down the employee's only hall. All the while, she had felt like she was running in water, her legs felt heavy. It was holding her back and she wasn't moving fast enough! She heard a quick clang before she suddenly felt a familiar pain cut into her leg. He got her. She let out a yelp of pain and fell forward once again. His hook had dug deep into her leg. She cautiously looked back at him. He was laying on the ground behind her, deactivated. His eyes didn't shine anymore. She carefully reached back, in order not to move her leg in a way that it would tear more of her flesh. Painfully, she pulled out the hook. His arm laid there on the ground and she stared at his hook, it was covered in blood. Her blood.

She looked away and stumbled to get onto her feet. Her leg throbbed in pain, so she lifted it off the ground and hung it in the air behind her so she didn't have to use it. She tried balancing on her other foot and used the wall as support. She hopped awkwardly down the hall. She just needed to get to one of the offices. If there is phone in one, maybe she can call for help. She made it about halfway down the hall before she stopped. Her leg was in so much pain, she closed her eyes. But out of nowhere, she felt two big arms wrap around her. She squealed, quickly opening her eyes and looking up at the figure in front of her. It was a yellow bunny. Her blood ran cold and she started screaming for it to let her go while flailing her body. But it's grip was too tight.

"You're mine now Charlie," he said. Tears were streaming down her face. She looked up at the face through her clouded vision. She saw deep in the head, two dead grey eyes in the black sockets, and a row of widely smiling teeth within the mouth. She was sobbing so hard, that she was hiccuping. Looking and sounding like a small child.

"You're going to be part of our family," he said. She began hearing children's laughter and whispers.

"NO! Let me go!" She screamed.

"But Charlie, I already told you, you're never leaving Hurricane ever again." He replied unmoved. She looked around and saw the ghosts of the children.

"Stay with us... You're going to be one of us... Welcome to the family... There's no escape..." The children whispered.

"NOOOO!" She shrieked. There was a loud BOOM! Before she heard one last voice call out to her in the darkness.

"CHARLOTTE!" Dad...?

"Charlie? Charlie?!" Her eyes flew open, she was immediately faced with Dave. She let out a scream but he quickly covered her mouth.

"Shhh... We wouldn't want to alert the owners," he said looking up at the ceiling. She breathed heavily and looked around, taking her surroundings in, it was starting to come back to her. She was in Dave's room.

The small window near the ceiling didn't show a bright white, but rather a dull grey. She heard the sound of raindrops hitting the building and window. She also heard the rumbling of thunder outside. It was storming. She almost forgot that it was monsoon season here in the Southwest. That loud boom I heard must've been the thunder, she thought. Dave removed his hands and looked at her. He looked a bit concerned.

"Christ Charlie. Are you alright? First I see you thrashing in your sleep then you began to scream bloody murder right in my face," he said. Charlie took a few breathes. Was he actually, 'concerned' for her?

"It was- it was just a nightmare," she said, calming herself.

"Well, I've heard that I have that kind of effect on people," he said grinning. Charlie dryly swallowed.

"Was I in the nightmare?" He asked, inquisitively.

"You were... a part of it," she replied shakily. His smile widen, she looked away and coughed, wanting to move on from the subject.

"What- what time is it?" She asked, looking around to see if there was a clock. Dave stretched his right arm out before looking at his watch.

"It is 11 A.M.," he said before lowering his arm. "And I bet you need to pee, huh?" Charlie thought about it. Her bladder did feel heavy. She nodded, and Dave undid her binds. Before grabbing her arm tightly to make sure she didn't try to run. Charlie slid off the bed and Dave walked her over to the bathroom. He leaned in and turned on the light.

"Take your time. I'll start making breakfast. Knock when you're done," he smiled, before shutting the door behind her. She looked around the bathroom. It was small, only a plain white sink and a toilet. Though it was relatively clean, which was a relief. She felt her hands go to the rim of her pants before she stopped. She was literally going to take her pants off in the same vicinity, as Dave. That unsettled her. This was going to be extremely awkward, she hoped he wasn't going to be a creep and try to listen. But unfortunately, she didn't really have a choice, she had to go. She sighed before pulling down her pants.

Dave reached into the cabinets. He found some pancake batter and syrup. He was worried that he didn't have enough food supplies in the apartment, to classify as a meal. I mean, he didn't really eat that much these days. He might eat one meal a day, but he never really felt that hungry. In his younger years, he ate a lot. He loved eating. And as a result he was a bit robust. However now, due to his small appetite, he was thin and saggy. But it was good to lose some of that weight though, he guessed.

He reached into the freezer and found a recent package of bacon. That was a relief. He saw some eggs and tried to think about when he bought them. Maybe at the beginning of the week? Oh well, he hoped none of the food was spoiled. The last thing he would want is Charlie to get food poisoning. He wrote a mental note to go to the store tomorrow.

He pulled out a small pan from one of the drawers and turned on the stove. He saw the blue flames heat the circular metal. He poured the pancake mix into the pan, and was about to set it on the stove before he heard a knock. He put the pan down and walked over to the bathroom door and opened it. Charlie stood there, and he took her arm. He walked her back to the bed and strapped her ankles in, but changed the placement of the wrist bonds to have her be sitting up. He knew she wouldn't be able to eat laying down.

"Now, I was just about to start cooking, so your going to have to be patient," he said. Charlie noticed how jittery he acted when doing this. It was obvious he wasn't at all comfortable with the situation. Not only that, but his behavior was like that of a child. Ready to show an adult something cool that they did. She never thought she would see a side of him like that. But now, living with him, she guessed she was going to see a lot of sides to him.

He hurried back to the stove and set the pan on the flame. It immediately began bubbling. He reached over for a spatula and waited. When the batter started to turn more into a solid from its liquid form. He scooped under and flipped it over. Letting the other side get cooked. He was going to have to multitask to do this.

He reached into one of the cabinets and pulled out a bowl. He cracked two eggs and let the clear liquid along with the yoke slide in there. Before tossing the shells in the trash and rushing back to the pancakes and flipping them once again. Charlie had been watching him do all of this. A little surprised of how skilled he seemed to be at cooking. Yet again, he did seem to be good at a lot of things.

There was another loud crash of thunder and she looked up at the window. Now being with line of vision being higher, she had a much better view of the outside. She always did like the rain. She thought it was soothing. Not only that, but she loved thunder and lightning. When she was at home with Aunt Jen, it rained a lot where they lived. She would normally curl up in bed and watch the rain outside. The strike of white lightning before the rumble of thunder. She especially loved it when the thunder crashed loud. She would always wish for it to get louder and louder. But unfortunately, it always stopped at some point. It would get quieter and quieter and then the dark clouds would clear and fluffy white clouds would move in. The rain would stopped. She would be disappointed. But she also liked the sun and thought it was pretty too. But she liked the storms a lot more.

There was a loud sizzle and pop, before Charlie turned back to Dave. He started making bacon. Man, he was really going all out huh. He wasn't kidding about feeding her. I mean, she thought he might give her a little something now and then. But, he was going through the trouble of preparing an actual meal. It seemed like he really cared, in his own weird, messed up way.

But why? She didn't do anything worthy of that. She was the one responsible for his death, and yet here he is, making her breakfast. There must've been something she didn't know about. Something that would've made him have this sudden compassion for her. That made him care. But what could it be?

Dave reached into the cabinet and pulled out a plate. He put the pancake on it along with the scrambled eggs. And walked over to fridge, he pulled out some orange juice and poured a glass. He set it back in the fridge and walked back to the bacon. He used a fork to flip it. He was just about done with breakfast. He wanted to see the look on her face when he brought it over. He wanted to watch her eat it and enjoy it. He hoped she would anyway. It was done! He turned the stove and scooped the bacon up and onto the plate. He was practically jumping with excitement. He rushed the plate and drink over to her on a bed tray. He set it onto her lap and pulled up the cushiony chair.

Charlie looked at it. It looked pretty good and she was starving. But she immediately realized, that she couldn't eat with her wrists bond.

"How am I supposed to eat this, if I can't use my hands?" she asked twisting her wrists as to further prove the point. Dave leaned forward with a fork and knife.

"I'm going to feed you," he said simply. He began cutting the pancake.

"You're kidding," Charlie said in disbelief.

"Charlie, I can't risk having you run out on me," he said.

"I don't believe this," she grumbled.

"I would drop that attitude if I were you," he stated firmly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's just kind of hard not to be frustrated, when you're a 17 year-old who is being treated like a small child!" She snapped. Dave put the silverware down.

"Charlie, you don't want to make me angry." He said darkly, not looking up at her. "You are my guest. You are in my apartment. And you are to do as I say."

"And who do you think you are?! My Father!" She spat. Dave withdrew. He leaned back with a shocked look on his face.

"Yeah, do you honestly think that I'm just going to sit here, smiling and happily obey all of your commands. No! I'm never doing that, especially for the man who kidnapped and murdered my brother, killed Michael and a bunch of other kids, and has been keeping their souls trapped at that pizzeria, and even caused my own father to kill himself!"

Charlie panted from her yelling and anger. She looked at him, into his dead grey eyes. Dave took a deep breath, before pushing his chair back and standing up. He reached over the bed and undid both of the wrist restrains. He pushed the chair back against the wall and walked over to the front door.

"Just don't say I never did anything for you," he said tiredly. Then, he left. Locking the door behind him. Charlie stared at the door, taking what just happened in. She just completely lost it. All of that fear, anger, confusion, and homesickness. It all mixed into a toxic pot, creating unbridled rage. Looking back at it, she probably wouldn't have escalated it so far. But she was just so done with Dave's bullshit. She sighed leaning her head back against the wall.

Now, she definitely did something to him. And for some reason she still wasn't dead yet. She felt guilt hit her like a rock. She couldn't decide whether or not she should feel bad for yelling at him. Her mind went back and forth. Of course she shouldn't, she was justified, he's a monster. He killed and hurt so many people. But, he's still a person... Perhaps he should've just stabbed her to death with the knife. I mean he had the opportunity. But instead he walked away. Why? What was going on in his head? Why didn't he just kill her already? Death would probably be a lot better than dealing with all these headaches and emotional confusion.

She didn't feel hungry anymore.

Dave stepped outside and walked over the beautiful fountain. He took a deep breath and sat down next to it. Oh boy, here he was again. He was faced, dealing with these emotions. She wasn't wrong, in any shape or capacity. But, he wasn't wrong either. Was he? I mean, he just wanted a nice breakfast. He wanted to see her smile. Instead all he got was anger. He loathed her face, when it was twisted in such a painful way.

He was so focused on what he wanted, that he didn't think about how she felt. He's hurt her. Of course he has, he ruined her life! But it was due to the betrayal of her parents. He took Sammy because of their betrayal. He never wanted to kill him though. But he did, when Sammy cried about missing his parents. When he let his anger take over. Was he not good enough for Sammy? Was he not doing a good enough job of raising him? Looking back at it. He shouldn't have thought that. He shouldn't have killed him. Sammy was just a toddler, he didn't understand. Yet he killed him anyway. From that day forward, he always tried to control his anger the best he could. He couldn't let his emotions take control like that again.

He was so broken. He's given so much, all he wanted was their love. But they all denied him. Those kids though, they couldn't. He gave them his love, a love that they couldn't deny. He was desperate. He couldn't let them go. They were going to be a family now. He didn't need Henry or Caroline or even Sammy. He had those children, whom he got to talk to on a daily basis. He loved them. He enjoyed their company. So, he gave them love.

Then, after 10 whole years. The gang came back to Hurricane. All of them. And they entered Freddy's more than once, he couldn't just pass up that opportunity. He could give them love too. The gang could join their family. They could all be together as a family.

He caused the animatronics to start freaking out. He needed to grab one of them. Keep them there. He couldn't grab them all. But, if he grabbed one, the others will come back for them. He saw his opportunity. Carlton. He grabbed him. It was harder than grabbing a small child. But nothing he couldn't handle. He kept Carlton there with him. With THEM. Things were turning out perfectly. A cop showed up. Young, didn't look that much older then the gang. He was easily taken care of. Dave held him close. Just like he did with the others. Watching the light fade from his eyes, Dave's grin only grew. This young man can join the family too. They were all welcome. The more the merrier. Now, he'll never be alone. The others showed up. Good, things were turning out perfectly. He'll keep them all trapped here. Things didn't go as he planned. No! The children let them go. Why?! Chief Clay, Carlton's father, he broke down the barrier. He's getting them out. NO! They just can't leave. He had one last shot. Charlie. He grabbed her and held her close, knife in one hand, while the other was wrapped tightly around her neck. He tried to keep them at pizzeria with him by threatening to kill Charlie. He was so desperate and he was so caught up in the moment, that he would've actually done it. But then, she took action. Charlie triggered the springlocks. She killed him. They didn't want to be part of the family. She didn't want to be part of the family. But he wouldn't take no for answer. He didn't for those kids, he wouldn't now. He'd never take no every again. Especially since he had the ability to change things, he had another chance, he wasn't going to waste it.

Charlie, was the only one left from her family. Caroline might be out there somewhere. But it didn't matter anymore. The gang was still here. But they didn't matter anymore. This was all about her now. She wasn't going to live without him. He was going to give her his love.

And he thought, stupidly, that perhaps, if he gave her enough time, she would love him too. That possibly, if he could show that's not a complete monster, then maybe she might give him a chance. But, there was no way he could ever make up for what he's done to her. For the longest time now, he's thought about how she needed to make up for the sins of her family. But, she didn't. That was selfish of him to think. She did need to pay for her sins though. And killing him was her sin. Her punishment was spending the rest of her life with him, which was clearly something she never wanted to do.

He hoped, that he can get her to at least tolerate him. Maybe. But one thing's for certain. He couldn't just give up, not now. He won't ever get another opportunity like this. It was going to be difficult, it was going to be emotionally draining, but that's just what you've gotta do for those you love.