Holy bujeezus this took a long time to come out! I'm very sorry, there's been a lot of stuff going on in my life, but it's seemed to clear up for the time being. Thank you for putting up with the long wait, so let's not dally any longer and jump right into:

Chapter 1: An Evening in the Annen House

Thirty years later

Cassandra

Cassandra was busy doing what she usually did on a Sunday evening, sitting on the floor of her room with the bright flashing colors of Pokemon Stadium playing across her face in stark contrast to the room around her. She had just finished pounding a Venusaur's face into the pavement, and had switched out to her Dragonite to unleash a fire blast into her foes Executor. She quickly and savagely destroyed her foes entire team, leaving ashen shadows where they once stood.

Cassandra set down the controller and reached out her hand to her younger brother, who begrudgingly accepted the handshake. "Dang it, why do you always beat me?" he grumbled, setting an amused smile on Cassandra's face. "'Cause you never switch out." She smarmed at Ashton, whose response was to stick his tongue out at her. The siblings stared at each other for a few minutes, then broke out laughing and wrapped each other in the others arms.

Though Ashton was only sixteen (two years younger than his sister), he still remained a kid at heart. He was old enough to drive, though he hadn't gotten his license, 'cause he was too busy playing video games to bother. He'd be able to drive himself to Gamestop if he just got his stupid license. Cassandra thought to herself. Ashton gently set down his N64 controller on top of the rectangular grey console, gently patting the top of the joystick before standing up.

"SO!" he yelled suddenly, making Cassandra jump. Ashton stood up with a quiet grunt, standing at his full height of six-foot three. "I have a date with TF2, got some nubs to rub." he stated sheepishly, Cassandra cringing slightly at his version of the term noob, standing up as well at her height of six foot five. "Right, that's 'cause you only play on that same server." Cassandra grinned. "Psh, it's a lot more fun than stalking dedicated servers!" Ashton retorted, corners of his mouth twitching with annoyance. "Heh, whatever. Catch you later Ash." she smiled, opening the beige wood door for her brother. "Right back at ya Cass!" he replied (rather loudly), as he slid out the door, directly across the hall and into his room, letting his door shut with a slam. "Ash has no sense of volume…" Cassy muttered, closing her door quietly in contrast with her brother.

Cassandra walked back into the darkness of her room, her toes catching the fuzzy fabric between them. Sliding rather crudely down in front of her TV, changing the video inputs on her tv and booting up her Play Station 2, she set the disk of Katamari Damacy into the disk tray, which the black console gobbled up voraciously as the main menu lit up her room with red and white. As she proceeded to assimilate everything in her path with her all-consuming sphere, Cassandra's mind began to wander.

Her brain sparked and jolted as random miscellaneous thoughts buzzed through her head. I wonder what class Ash is playing. That guy's jittering next to that crocodile. I need to vacuum. Screw that. Her thoughts ran aimlessly through her head as she continued to roll around her conglomeration of domestic furniture, building, and random forms of life. Her mind continued to wander, her thoughts deviating towards her own problems.

Serious asthma, ADHD, and COPD. Guess that's why I don't like exercise. You already knew that you spaz. These were the only three things that Cassandra considered detrimental to her, however those three diseases were very, very influential to her everyday life. Because of the two breathing disorders, she couldn't exercise to save her life (along with the fact that when she started to wheeze the combination of the two defects made it sound like a middle aged man was in the middle of a cloud of a combination of mustard gas and Taco Bell farts), and her ADHD made it so that her concentration went out the wazoo, which is probably why she excelled in very fast paced… well anything.

Gently sighing, she saved her game and stood up from the floor with groan. Rubbing the small of her back, she walked towards the beige door and opened it slowly, the hinges letting out a loud squeak. I really need to oil those little bastards. She quickly flung open the door, deciding to get through the rest of the metallic creaking as fast as possible.

The orange light that flooded her hallway immediately assaulted her eyes, blinding her momentarily. "Goddammit!" she growled subconsciously. "That's what you get for staying in your dark room for three hours straight!" Ashton's muffled voice came from behind his own equally beige door. "Shut your face!" Cassandra uncreatively yelled back. "You're gonna turn into one of those blind cave geckos that they show on the nature channel!" Ashton taunted, laughs mixing in with the words. "They're salamanders you moron!" "Same thing!" Cassandra cursed her brother's name under her breath. It's a good thing Mom 'n Dad aren't home.

Cassandra's eyes recovered from being nuked with light, the mahogany railing that protected people falling unceremoniously from the second floor fading into her vision, along with the white stucco walls on her left side. Cassandra took a first shaky step, then calmly walked along the left wall, her hand drifting over the small bumps that coated the ugly wooden walls underneath.

Cassandra took a right turn, the grey carpet brushing the underside of her feet as she walked past the large oblong painting that hung above the stairs. The egg-shaped stretch of canvas sported a shoddily crafted mix of blue splatters of paint with clean orange stripes that ran in arbitrary directions with white sections of unpainted canvas. The whole thing was a mess to look at, making Cassandra wonder if the artist knew anything about if something was pleasant to the eye (which her eyes asked the same question, but with tiny eye sized torches and pitchforks).

Shooting a quick gust of wind out of her nose, Cassandra continued down the stairs into her front room, which was unceremoniously decorated with a single (and rather depressed looking) potted fern, a wire shoe rack, a splintery coat rack that seemed to be just crescent shaped pieces of wood stuck to a long pole with the same crescent sticks attached in the opposite direction, and a picture of one of her mother's friends that smiled in a way that suggested that there was some sort of eldritch horror placed directly on the camera lens.

The peach colored light of dusk shone through the half circle of glass near the top of the front door that served as a window, sending another semi-circle of orange light onto the hardwood floor. Cassandra reached into the pocket of her baggy jeans, and upon hearing the jingle of keys reached into the top left corner of the shoe rack, grabbing her orange tennis shoes from inside. "Gonna go grab the mail Ash, be right back!" Cassandra yelled upstairs in the vague direction of her brother's room, a muffled yell signaling that he understood. Cassandra slipped on her shoes, feeling the squishy padding underneath. She took a firm hold on the copper door handle, unlatching the slide lock and stepping into the cold november air.

A gust of cold wind blew over Cassandra's right shoulder, causing her to shiver and clutch her shoulder subconsciously. She closed the beige door, wondering why all the doors in her seemed to be coated in the same exact shade of bland beige. Cassandra spun on her heel and walked down her driveway, orange light from the setting sun coloring the sidewalk a luminescent shade of peach.

Cassandra stared deep into the twilight that covered her neighborhood, taking the color deep into her head. This is my favorite time of day. she thought to herself. Peach was her favorite color after all, and dusk just so happened to dye everything in the marvelous paint of sunset. Taking a deep breath through her mouth, Cassandra strolled down the sidewalk that ran parallel to the black road. She passed by the houses of neighbors she barely knew, their yards sporting vivid flowers and lawn decorations. The houses varied in color from pale green, to washed out blue, with every color in between.

The soles of her shoes slapped on the sidewalk, making a loud footstep sound that echoed through the unusually quiet neighborhood. Her street wasn't exactly the kingdom of suburban noise, but it was never this quiet. There was usually a dog barking, or a car driving through, but the only sound was the rustling of leaves and her own heavy footsteps. Huh… it's quiet… too quiet… Cassandra suddenly whipped around, attempting to catch a would be ghoul or goblin. Nothing was there, of course. Cassandra let out a hushed chuckle, thinking how stupid she would look if someone saw. Eh, who cares… Cassandra continued to walk down the street, the silence around her giving off an uncomfortable vibe.

The mailbox came into her sight, making her walk speed up. The silence was starting to get to her, making her heart beat faster and her palms sweaty. Why's it this quiet? she thought to herself, the words passing through her brain quickly. She jogged the last few feet to her mailbox, forcefully jamming the key into the lock and twisting. However, the excess amount of force sent the contents of the compartment spilling out onto the sidewalk.

Dammit… Cassandra started to speedily gather the mail into her arms, eager to get back to her house. Why's it so freaking quiet!? she yelled in her head. There was always some sort of ambient noise everywhere she went, but right now the was just the sound of paper rustling, as even the leaves had stopped shaking. As she gathered the rest of the envelopes into her arms she stood up, banging her shoulder on the corner of the mailbox. "GAH!" she yelled in both pain and surprise at the surprisingly sharp edge of the mailbox.

As Cassandra rubbed her sore shoulder a flyer shook loose from the force and gently floated from the mailbox onto the top of the stack of envelopes that Cassandra carried. A strange looking bear mask hung on a wall, lit by an off frame camera. Below the picture was a paragraph in standard flyer font that read:

LOCAL AMUSEMENT PARK IS GETTING READY TO SCARE YOUR SOCKS OFF WITH A NEW ATTRACTION BASED ON THE UNSOLVED MYSTERIES OF FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA!

FEATURING ACTUAL RELICS FROM THE DECADES OLD PIZZERIA, THIS NEW ATTRACTION IS GUARANTEED TO BRING BACK YOUR CHILDHOOD IN THE WORST POSSIBLE WAY!

Then, in small text underneath the large ad, another small sentence read:

Taking job offers for night shift, hours are 12:00-6:00 AM, Monday-Friday. Pay is 7.25 an hour.

Oh crap! thought Cassandra. I remember going to Freddy's! I always walked Ash there every Thursday to see Pirate Playtime! Cassandra clutched the ad to her chest, absolutely elated that she had the chance to work at a place mimicking her childhood favorite hangout. She folded the ad into a neat square and stuck it in her pocket, walking happily home, a spring in her step, the silent neighborhood no longer fazing her as she thought of the good times that lay ahead of her at her future job.