Chapter 1

Hi guys, gals, and non-binary pals! This is gonna be my first official fanfic and I'm happy to finally flex my creative writing skills. As the title suggests, this is gonna be like how I would write a Security Breach remake. While this will have OCs, they will follow the logic of FNAF. I will also be putting my spin on certain events in the original game and make certain characters appear more frequently. I will also add some original content when the time comes.

Disclaimer. I am NOT associated with or have any relations to anybody who works on FNAF, Scott Cawthon himself, or Steel Wool Studios. I'm only writing this fanfic for harmless fun.

Today was just like every other day for Gregory and his only friend Heather. A day of despair and sorrow. They saw the same people crowding around a telephone pole staring at the many missing people posters stapled on it and sitting down on benches reading the same articles of the newspaper that had the headline "Local Residents Continue To Disappear". The cloud of unease loomed over the residents of Hurricane, Utah.

"Same as always, huh?" Gregory huffed while Heather merely nodded her head as they continued to walk back to the place they called "home" with empty stomachs.

Living life as homeless children was brutal. Going dumpster diving to find food, scrounging for money, only staying at homeless shelters for a single night, taking as much as they could from donation boxes, stealing from others, and always moving from place to place. It was a life that no child deserved to have. However, things had gotten a little better for Gregory after he found an old building to stay in and met Heather, who had welcomed him with open arms. The building itself had many graffiti drawings on its brick walls that were made with a multitude of colors that brought a little bit of joy to the "home".

When the children arrived, Heather pushed open the old wooden door and entered their "room". The interior didn't have much other than some miscolored bricks on their walls, windows that had a couple of cracks that allowed some streams of sunlight to shine through, a ceiling that had four of its tiles missing, a small shower with running water and a orange and pink shower curtain for the sake of privacy, a container which was used to wash clothes, a clothing rack and a small box of clothespins used to dry clothes, two big pieces of used bubble wrap for both of the children to sleep separately on, and a small wooden chest that had two belongings that both Gregory and Heather had managed to hold on to. Gregory's was a light blue star-shaped pin that he had on his old baby blanket which he ended up losing when he became homeless while Heather's was a necklace that had a flat pink rose-shaped pendant and hung on a black clip-on cord which was given to her by her mother before she passed away.

They kept what little clothing they had inside a broken black wardrobe along with two tiny bars of soap, three brown band-aids, a jar with loose change that they gathered everyday, a pair of scissors that were kindergartner-sized, and a roll of tape that is used to patch holes in each others' shoes. These living conditions were nowhere perfect for a child but compared to sleeping in a rat-infested alley or a soggy cardboard box, Gregory was just grateful to have a stable roof over his head and a roomate who didn't hate him. Gregory slumped against the back wall while Heather put in some coins that they had found today.

"There we go! Just a little more and we can get an actual meal at that diner on Abbot," she said.

"How much do we have now?" Gregory asked as he slid down and reached the floor.

"Uh... About five dollars and seventy-five cents," she responded as Gregory let out a deep sigh.

While Heather reached into her green tote bag to put out more of the donations they got from the boxes, Gregory began to hear some familiar intrusive thoughts ring inside his head.

"Good for nothing wretch!"

"You are nothing but a mistake."

"Waste of space and time!"

"Unwanted parasite!"

"You should have never existed."

He heard those hurtful remarks daily from the last people he shared a living space with. These thoughts came to a halt when he saw Heather kneeling down in front of him, her blue eyes filled with genuine concern.

"Gregory, you okay?" she asked.

"Y-yeah, i'm fine..." he responded.

"Okay... Well, I just finished counting out everything. From the boxes this week we managed to get shampoo, for both of us, two toothbrushes, one red and one orange, toothpaste, some more cleaning liquid for the "washing bowl", two hairbrushes, one black and the other pink..." Heather listed off as she stood back up.

Gregory smiled as he heard Heather speak. One of the things he learned after meeting her was that she had the habit of making lists and making sure that those lists were completed, which was a good skill to have when you're homeless. Gregory then noticed a new hole in his left shoe and the sole of his right shoe coming loose.

"Oh, come on!" he groaned which broke Heather out of her list monologue.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"My shoes..." he replied.

Heather looked down and saw the damage as well. She smirked as she said, "I'll get the tape."

She walked to the broken wardrobe and opened it. She took out the roll of silver colored tape and tore off two pieces. She walked to Gregory's bubble sheet and motioned for him to sit on it. Gregory did as she commanded and took off both of his shoes. Heather than sat down on her piece and began to work on his shoes. She placed the first piece on the sole of his right shoe to keep it from falling off and then placed the second piece on the insole of his left shoe.

"Here ya go," she said once she finished and handed them to Gregory. "We really gotta find some new shoes for you."

"I know..." he said as he put the shoes back on.

Gregory then noticed something about Heather.

"Hey Heather? Your hair's kinda..."

Heather held some of her hair and saw some of the parts were in fact longer than others.

"Oh... I forgot it was "Cut Day". Let me put the tape back and I'll cut my hair. Then I'll replace your band-aid," she said as she got up and walked to the wardrobe.

"I told you it doesn't hurt anymore!" he protested.

"Yeah, that's what you said a couple days ago when you messed with it and re-opened it," she said as she put the tape roll back into the wardrobe and took out the scissors.

She walked to one of the cracked windows to see her reflection on the dusty glass. Once she could see her face, she used one hand to hold the uneven pieces of black hair in place and cut it with the scissors. While they weren't as sharp as normal scissors were, they still did their job.

"You need a cut?" she asked while twirling them.

Gregory ran his hand through his brown hair and shaked his head.

"Alright," she said as she stopped twirling the scissors and walked back to the wardrobe.

She put the scissors back and picked up one of the brown band-aids. She then walked back to their beds and kneeled down in front of Gregory.

"Ready?"

Gregory nodded his head as Heather slowly took off the loose band-aid from his right cheek which had hidden the scratch. As Heather said, it had re-opened and bled a couple of days before but it looked as though it was healing again. She took off the wrapping of the new band-aid and placed it over the scratch.

"There we go. Now, no messing with it this time," she said as she crumpled up the dirty band-aid and threw it to a far corner of the room.

"Okay... Thanks, Heather."

"No problem, kid."

Once those problems were taken care of, Gregory lied down on his bubble sheet while Heather set out the newspapers that the two of them had been using as blankets. A lot of them talked about a series of attacks and disappearances that were occuring in Hurricane, Utah. Most of them had been happening near Fazbear Entertainment's most famous location "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex". He didn't pay attention to them as much as Heather did, but the one they both were interested in was different.

'Fazbear Fright Strikes Again! Robotology Ruler Of Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex Brutally Attacked!'

They remembered reading what happened when the article had released a few days earlier.

"Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex employee Vincent A. Laverre, "the Robotology Ruler", fell victim to the mysterious Fazbear Fright. Mr. Laverre had several stab wounds and is now in critical condition at Hurricane Valley Clinic."

Unlike Heather, Gregory knew Vincent personally. He was one of the very few people besides Heather who had shown him kindness.

'You'll be okay, Vincent. I know you'll make it.' Gregory thought to himself.

He would never forget sneaking into the clinic to see him. He would never forget the words he overheard the doctors said.

"His outcome is currently uncertain. There may be a slim chance of survival, but considering the positions of the stab wounds, it is a very slim chance."

The boy and girl were shaken out of their thoughts by the sound of his growling stomach.

"Sorry..." he said as he sat up.

Heather looked at a picture of the Pizzaplex. She and Gregory had heard people say that Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex was the most famous establishment Fazbear Entertainment had opened since the very first attraction. However, in light of recent events, people had been saying more negative things about it than positive, but that wasn't enough to stop children from going to the Pizzaplex to see their main attraction: the "Glamrocks".

Gregory and Heather had dreamed of meeting them. They both longed to go to the Pizzaplex and to have fun with other kids. They wanted to feel like normal kids instead of burdens with no homes or parents. But the disappearances lingered in the back of Heather's head. While her mind was telling her that it wasn't safe, her heart was reminding her that she had promised herself that she would take care of Gregory in any ways she could.

She finally made up her mind as she said, "Gregory, get your best clothes on. Tonight, we eat at the Pizzaplex."

Gregory stood up from the bed as he replied, "Really? I thought we were just gonna check the other dumpsters?"

"Not tonight. They're probably empty around this time anyway. Plus, eating at a large restaurant like the Pizzaplex is gonna be ten times better than digging through garbage just to get some scraps."

Gregory ran to the wardrobe in excitement and took out his best clothes. He had a blue t-shirt with a pale blue collar and two white stripes on it and a pair of tan cargo shorts. He also took his blue star pin and put it in his right cargo pocket. While he went to the shower room to change Heather had taken out a purple sweater, a pair of black jeans, and a red ribbon.

"How do I look?" Gregory asked as he stepped out of the shower room.

"Handsome. Now my turn," she responded as she gave Gregory a head pat and entered the shower room.

She closed the curtain and took off the purple tank top that revealed a white sports bra and threw it to the side to wash tomorrow. She looked down at herself and sighed. She then took off the grey jean shorts and stared at the scars on her upper thighs. Those scars were a reminder that she was still alive and she was grateful.

"Heather, you okay?" Gregory asked as he was getting all the quarters from the change jar.

Heather snapped back to reality and put on the clothes she picked out. She then used the ribbon to tie back her hair into a ponytail. She pushed the curtain open and stepped out.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Now, how many games can we play with these?" she said as she clipped her necklace on and put some pads into her pocket.

"About... eight?" He said as he gave four of the quarters to put in her other pocket.

"That should be good. Ready to go?" Heather said as she pushed open the door and went outside.

"Yep!" Gregory said as he followed her.

Heather smiled as she closed the door. They held each others' hands and began walking to Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex.