AN: Hello everyone. Nobel Six here. Some of you might know me from other fandoms such as "Ultimate Spider-Man" "Marvel Rising" and "NFL Rush Zone" you also might not know me, but that's alright. I'm seeking a new challenge in my writing career, and so the Nobel Patriots and I are here to make an offering to the "Five Nights At Freddy's" fandom. I also feel it's very important to say now: none of the characters or locations from the games will be making a full on appearance in this story. Reason being: I haven't really followed FNAF as close after "Sister Location" which was the last game I saw someone play... however with that being said: I played and beat the first 3 FNAF games. It's truthfully up for debate as to whether or not this story is a full on Alternate Universe, or just slightly AU. This story takes place inside the FNAF universe, but nobody from those games will appear... outside of an occasional name drop cameo.

Also I want to address something I almost forgot. I never saw any playthrough of the games after "Sister Location" so I'm unaware of all the new animatronics. I will be using an OC animatronic who happens to be a Wolf... I honestly created this OC years before Roxane debuted, and had no knowledge of Roxane till just recently. As previously mentioned this story is an AU at one form or another. So please don't accuse me of stealing, my OC is my own creation, and I will work hard to make my OC enjoyable to read.

I hope everyone enjoys this first chapter, and please give me constructive criticism, both good and bad.

"Sir, may I come in?."

"Come in."

An employee entered Nick's private office.

"Mr. McCoy, you have a visitor."

Nick looked up from the letters he had been organizing and separating and turned his head to the right in order in order to speak directly to his employee.

"Who is it? I hate to be rude, but I'm unfortunately preoccupied with sorting letters and bills at the moment."

His employee took a breath before answering.

"It's Mr. Ford, sir."

Nick let out a small sigh before leaning back in his office chair.

"Please escort him to my office."

Nick began clearing the letters off his desk while his employee went to fetch Mr. Ford, making sure to close the door to his boss's office before going to fetch Nicks visitor. Nick had no sooner finished organizing his desk and readjusting his posture in his chair when he heard a knock at the office door.

"Come in."

The door to his office was opened and in walked a man who Nick would've recognized even if he hadn't been informed of his arrival. Greg Ford stood just over six feet tall, had slightly silver hair, and wore his favorite baseball cap that seemingly never left his slightly balding head.

"In all honesty I can say I wasn't expecting you today, Mr. Ford."

Mr. Ford let out a small chuckle before speaking.

"You know you can call me Greg, Nick. I know Mr. Ford sounds more professional, and granted it would be if we were in say, a public event or meeting. But since we are here in your private back office, it stands to reason old friends can address each-other on a first name basis."

Nick couldn't help but smile and let out his own small laugh before speaking himself.

"Are you here to catch up Greg? If I had known you were coming over, I would have had a few beers chilling before you arrived."

"No harm no foul Nick."

Greg's reassurance earned a head nod from Nick before Greg took a breath to continue.

"Honestly I didn't know I was coming over till about 10 minutes ago, so the beer wouldn't have been ice cold in time anyway."

Nick chuckled.

"I forgot you prefer your beer to be almost frozen."

Nick gave his friend a sly smile.

"Once again no harm done. To answer your question though Nick, I'm not just here to catch up... But we'll get to business shortly, speaking of which: how has the grill been treating you recently?"

"Business has been slow. Granted its traditionally our slow season right now, but I hoped to have a little more business than we're getting right now."

"I saw the parking lot had at most between 5 and 7 cars in it right now, not counting the employee parking spaces, but has it been that slow, and if it has been, how long has it been this slow?"

Nick leaned back in his chair and let out a small sigh before answering.

"I dare say it's been this slow a little over two months, maybe closer to three. When things are this slow I easily loose track of time. So at least two months, at most close to three months to answer your question as accurately as possible."

"I'm sorry to hear business has been slow. If you don't mind me asking: what have you done to try and bring in more customers?"

"We've added some new items to our menus. The new additions have been well received by both loyal and new customers. Our older clientele seem to love the newer items more than our new customers. Most of them are calling it 'a very welcome update.'"

"Good to hear the food has gotten even greater than usual. In addition to the changes made to your menu, have you done any other forms of advertising: flyers, radio or TV commercials?"

Greg felt he didn't need to ask the question as he was almost certain he knew the answer yet felt like he should ask. Nick sighed loudly before answering.

"I'd love to do all of the methods mentioned. But with how slow things have been, we're not making enough profits to do any new forms of advertising. Off the record Greg: we've barely had enough money to pay our staff. Full disclosure I've had to use the money out of my pocket in order to fully pay several employees who wouldn't have been fully paid otherwise."

Greg nodded silently before beginning to form his next words.

"Full disclosure: I had a sinking suspicion that was the case. I began taking notice when four of your currently working employees showed up at my hardware store asking if we were hiring, and if they could fill out an application at the very least if we weren't hiring."

Nick was so shocked he couldn't even fully suppress the look of shock and regret that formed on his face.

"Nick, let's not beat around the bush anymore this conversation. When I was escorted back to your office, and even when I walked in the front door, I noticed multiple signs that the building wasn't in great shape. It's honestly even more noticeable on the outside of the restaurant–"

"It's sadly that obvious?"

Greg noticed his friends defeated and seemingly hopeless tone, which made Greg decide to hold back on the blatant criticism, and offer more constructive criticism.

"You've known me your entire life Nick. I remember I first saw you when your father was showing you off to my wife 41 years ago. Your father was so happy he finally had a child. You were his miracle Nick, he constantly told me he couldn't wait to see you play baseball or hockey like he did growing up."

Nick couldn't help but smile at those old memories he held so dear and close.

"Dad wasn't the happiest man on the block when I told him I wanted to play tennis and try out for the wrestling team. I'm still surprised our street didn't start bubbling due to him seemingly fuming underneath his calm looking exterior. Even though they weren't the sports he always wanted me to play, he was so proud when he saw me take home my first individual wrestling title from school, and play as good as any tennis player our county could offer."

"Even though you didn't always win, he would always confide in me how you made him happier than he could ever be before. I honestly believe you are the reason he founded this very restaurant that we're currently sitting in. With the joy you brought him and your mother, he decided to finally attempt to bring a lifelong goal into existence: open an establishment that would bring families as much joy as he had, now having a family of his own."

"Always wondered why dad wanted to open this restaurant. He never gave me a full explanation anytime I asked him. I'm grateful that years later I now know the answer... wish he had been able to tell before..."

Nick couldn't finish his sentence, turning his chair to the left to avoid looking Greg in the eyes as Nicks emotions started to build up.

Greg sat there in silence as he as well couldn't help but feel sad at the memory of Charles' passing. It hadn't been easy for Greg to watch his longtime dear friend slowly but surely loose himself both mentally and physically. Greg couldn't even imagine how Nick felt as he watched his father pass from their world into another. Due to unfortunate bad luck and timing, Greg was out of town when Charles passed away, and was unable to see him during his final week. He was sitting on his brother in laws porch swing when he received the phone call that his friend was at peace.

"I'm sorry Nick, I didn't mean to–"

Nick raised a hand to silence Greg.

"It's ok Greg. I'm glad I finally have closure, and I now know why he wanted me to have his beloved restaurant. I was sad, happy, yet honored that he left me this building in his will. My own son was to young to fully understand his grandfathers passing. Even though Jack never met pops, I wanted this building to be as special to Jack as it was special to me and the community dad wanted to give back to so bad."

"Charlie would be proud of you Nick, believe me he truly would."

"I would've believed that several years ago Greg. But I don't know if I can now. When Jack graduated highschool and went to college, I put off things that needed to be done here in order to support my son when his personal life went through that very rough patch a few years ago. But when that storm passed, a different one took its place and I put off things in Jack's life to try and keep this place running. I still regret not having been able to attend his wedding two years due to me having to update building codes and permits. Dad wouldn't have been–"

"I got to stop you there Nick. As parents we all make mistakes that we regret even years after the mistakes occur. My son still barely has any conversations with me after I chewed him out for drinking and driving all those years ago. I honestly wonder if that's why he choose to join the Marines, so that he'd be as far away from me as possible... point is, your father still undoubtedly would've loved you no matter what happened. Charlie had the biggest heart out of everyone I've ever met."

Nick sighed lightly and couldn't help but smile at those calm and comforting words.

"Thanks Greg. I hate to say this, but how about we get back on topic?"

Greg nodded silently as Nick turned his chair back towards Greg.

"To get back on topic, I've heard rumors that you've been fielding offers from those who'd be interested in buying this restaurant. Are those rumors true Nick?"

"They're true Greg. I've received several offers from within our community, and one from out of state. The out of state offer is actually from a pizza restaurant that wanted to open a new location here in town, but I'm looking over all offers before consulting with my family and making a final decision."

"Well Nick, I'd like to join the field of growing offers, and make you an offer as well. Before you say anything, let me explain. I know how much this establishment means to you and your family, but we are also as close as can be without being related Nick. It would pain me to see some business man owner with little to no knowledge of this restaurants history, suddenly come in and change things to the point where this place isn't even recognizable. I know Charlie told you many things he wanted to do with this place, but sadly couldn't accomplish due to his failing health. In fact he actually asked me to help him draw up some blueprints for renovations and improvements–"

"Why are you mentioning this just now, not years ago?"

"Remember that small electrical fire that singed part of my office in my hardware store? I thought those blueprints were destroyed in the fire, or when the firefighters hosed down my office. Turns out my wife actually moved them out of my office just before the fire ignited, and put them inside a drawer in another back room... a room that ironically I almost never use except for when I need to do repair jobs myself that will take a very long time. My wife didn't even remember she put them there until I opened the drawer recently while looking for a certain sized hammer, and started jumping for joy while holding the rolled up blueprints in my hand."

Nick himself sported a huge smile and could have almost hugged Greg.

"These plans are the ones Charlie and I were working on together. His original plans and ideas to upgrade this building and bring even more joy to the families of this community. I know you have several offers on the table, and granted while I don't know what price your asking for, I'm willing to make you an offer in the range of 75,000 to 92,000 dollars. I don't want you to accept my offer based on just our friendship or blind loyalty. If you decided upon a better offer, I'll truly wish the new owner well, and I'll hand you over the blueprints to either keep with your family, or allow the new owner or owners to see. No matter what you and your family choose, I'll pray you truly find the right person, and hopefully consider me."

Greg stood up from his chair and began to leave Nicks office.

"I promise I'll let you know as soon as possible Greg. You have my word."

Greg nodded his head before speaking.

"I know you will Nick, I trust you."

Greg opened the office door and began to step out. But upon noticing that no employee was within earshot. Greg turned back to Nick for a second.

"If I do become owner... I promise I'll keep you on as a manager... and part owner."

Greg stepped out of Nicks office, leaving Nick lots to ponder in the coming days if not weeks ahead.

AN: Please let me know your honest and sincere thoughts.