Here we are again, right where we belong! I'm back with another chapter. For anyone hoping for some good old animitronic action...you'll get it, but you'll get a taste of for what's to come in this chapter.

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Calvin and Hobbes is owned by Bill Watterson. Five Nights at Freddy's is owned by Scott Cawthon

A couple of months had gone by since the day Afton had came to call. Dad had heard the patent had been approved; but thankfully he wasn't the one to call and him that. With that, William Afton faded from his life and memory. To him, life was too important to waste with thinking about that call because there were other things he should devote his time too.

For once the heavens seemed to agree with him for whenever he thought of the incident something always came up to distract him.

The time passed from winter, and spring to the early days of summer. There were more distractions then because Calvin was off school and always up to something.

Especially on rainy days, which this day just so happened to be.

"Summer is meant for being anywhere except inside, to be running around, and outwitting foes." Calvin lamented as he stared out the window.

"Because we do that everyday and not spend three hours at the crack of dawn watching TV." Commented Hobbes.

"It's the principle of the matter!" declared the self described "boy genius."

"During the summertime you need to be outside, maximising your time as much as possible before being forced to sit inside all school year."

"There's G.R.O.S.S meetings to hold, Calvinball to play, hills to ride down on and ummm…"

Hobbes watched his friend try to come up with other scenarios for Summer. The world may be a child's oyster; but when you're six years old it can be a bit limited. Seeing as how he was having a hard time, Hobbes interjected.

"It appears the train of thought has broken down right outside the station."

As a reward for his comment, Calvin greeted him with an ice cold glare. Hobbes paid it no mind and took to staring back outside the window. After a good couple of minutes, Calvin finally had a retort.

"At least my train of thought doesn't always pertain to food."

"Speaking of that, when's Dinner?"

Calvin's response was only a light scowl in his freinds direction. Hobbes decided not to push the topic anymore and quickly switched it over.

"So….we want to see what's on TV?"

"Why not, there's nothing else we can do." Calvin said in a dull tone before turning and heading for the living room. Hobbes could only follow and simply join in his freinds doldrums. They turned on the TV, sat down and then started to flick their way through the channels. Such as typical of their routine, they began to heckle the TV shows after a while. Mostly Calvin, with Hobbes trying to add some smart anecdotes to the conversation. These would usually end up falling flat, crushed under the powerful heel of Calvin's ego.

This went on for many an hour, until it came close to dinner time. Mom was cooking in the kitchen, and the smell was very pungent.

"phew! " Exclaimed Hobbes before he gripped his nose. "How can you stand to eat that stuff!?"

"I can't!" Calvin had his shirt yanked up and over his nose and mouth.

"We flip flop from normal food to whatever that is all the time!"

"The least she could do is make it smell good; my poor nose can't take much more." Hobbes said.

"Oh no, your poor nose hurts..how do you think I feel eating it?"

"Not very well I'd imagine."

Calvin went back to watching the TV and tried to push away the thoughts involving dinner away. But even he had to admit he was hungry. Whenever someone is hungry, food tends to pop up a bit in their mind. In the case of Hobbes it seemed to be every half hour.

We need real food, like hamburgers, or Hot Dogs, or Pizza." Calvin said.

Right as he thought about Pizza, the TV flashed with another advertisement. What would normally just be a minor novice was replaced with a small amount of sheer terror.

On screen was a large gold colored bear, clearly a robot, with a purple hat and bow tie. The image was so sudden that it startled Calvin and made Hobbes flinch. Then it started to talk. It's voice was deep, and kinda sounded like they were trying to pull off a wacky tone. Something like Pee-Wee Herman. But it came off as creepy due to the deepness.

"Hello boys and Girls! I'm Fredbear from Fredbears Family Diner!"

"I don't know what it's supposed to be, but it looks like an over stuffed and naked Winnie the Pooh." Calvin said, making Hobbes cringe at the notion.

In spite of such a scathing criticism; Fredbear kept talking. '

"If you'd like to meet me and my pal Spring Bonnie," The camera panned over to show another robot. This one a golden colored rabbit, who looked almost as bored as Calvin when at the dinner table. Almost.

", then come on down to my Diner, where family, fun and fantasy come to life!"

"No thanks." Hobbes said. "You've already set my quota for creepy robot bears for my lifetime."

Calvin looked back and Hobbes and asked.

"You have a quota?"

"I do now!"

"We've got great food, games, a child friendly environment, and best of all, our very own prize dispenser. the- "

*Click*

The last thing they saw of the commercial was a large present box. Mom reached over and flicked off the set, sending the TV into darkness.

"Alright, that's enough TV for today." She said. Calvin would have protested, but the image of Fredbear was still fresh within his mind. In response, all he found himself able to do was nod his head.

"It's almost time for dinner, so you need to wash up." She said.

Calvin stared at her before hopping out of the chair and making a mad dash for the bathroom He decided that whatever his mom made, couldn't even begin to be as scary as Fredbear.

"He's unafraid of dinosaurs, tigers, and aliens..but a creepy robot bear scares him to no end." Hobbes muttered, though it was mostly to steel his own nerves. His tail had gotten bushy from watching the commercial.

He had a bad feeling about that place, .even if it was the first time he'd ever heard of it. Cats, always seem to know when something is going on.

This went unnoticed by Mom, who turned to walk back into the kitchen. Hobbes stared after her, before hopping into the chair. He'd worry about Fredbears if the time came, right now the seat was heated and so he was ready for a nap. As he finally dozed off, Dad walked into the door.

"Hey everyone, I'm home!" He called out.

"Hey dear!" Mom called out to him. "Dinner is ready so just wash up."

Dad put his things away before walking to the bathroom, where a still slightly stunned Calvin.

"Hello Calvin, how was your day?" He asked. The quick action made Calvin nearly jump out of his pants.

"I um..fine dad, how about you?" Calvin asked/

"It was okay, another day at the office." He said. In truth he should have been a bit more wary of Calvin's actions. His jumpy attitude reminded him of the time Calvin had broken his binoculars.

He'd learned his mistake about letting his son having fragiles after that. Still, he figured that if Calvin had done something then it would come out on it's own.

When Calvin eventually lost it from pressure and spilled the beans.
Soon the family sat down, prayed, and began to eat a usual night, eating dinner would mean that Mom and Dad put food into their mouths, and Calvin pulled a stunt before being made to eat his food. Tonight though, Calvin was silent. He hated the food but the video had still rattled him. The problem was, he couldn't figure it out. Something had been off about the commercial, or maybe just hearing the name.

He remembered how Hobbes's tail would get bushy right before something bad would happen. Giving his rear a glance, he half wondered if he had a tail; would it be bushy too? Because of these thoughts, he actually was quiet throughout the meal, which lead to an almost perfect silence.

Said silence was quickly ended, with the sound of the phone ringing. This caused everyone, especially Calvin, to jump. Dad shot an annoyed glance toward the phone

"Who on earth would be calling at this time of day?"

"I'll get it." Mom said. She was halfway out of her chair when dad placed a hand over her own.

"Now, Now, if it's important they'll call again." He said calmly, though he was a bit miffed. "Dinner is the only time we get to sit as a family."

She was about to argue, but didn't want to get into an argument right then. Without another word, she sat back down and began to resume eating.

The phone however, kept ringing and after a couple of minutes, it cut off. Dad smiled warmly and was just about to continue...when it started to ring again.

Everyone stopped once again and looked. Dad let out a groan s it kept ringing.

"So I guess it is important." Calvin said smugly, but Dad killed said smugness with a quick glare. He got up from the table and walked toward the phone.

"Just tell them that you're eating dinner, and to call back any other time." He thought to himself. Stalking over to the phone, he seized it from the mount.

"Hello?" He asked, catching himself for sounding a bit sharp.

"Hello sir, my name is officer Clay, am I speaking to..hold on, I had the name somewhere." At the word officer, Dad clenched up and his face became extremely pale. Why were the police calling? Had they done something wrong?

Had Calvin done the wrongdoing? He wouldn't put it past him. He glanced back toward his son and spoke, the nervousness ebbing away at him.

"This is Calvin's father..I can get him if you like."

"Who?"

Dad blinked, and realized that the officer had no idea who Calvin was.. Though what the man said next did little to calm his nerves.

"You said your the father, so you're the one who works at the patent offices of…" Clay trailed off once more, trying to find the name.

"Y-Yes I do...is something wrong officer?"

"Well yes actually; did you file a patent for William Afton a couple months ago?"

"Yes I did, is there something wrong with it?" BY now the nerves were chomping at the bit; so tp speak. The bit being his brain and heart.
"Was there something wrong with the patent?"

"That's what we're hoping to find out, we'd like to clear you of any wrongdoing."

"Wrongdoing..me?" Dad asked. He almost bit his tongue for asking the question. He hoped that the reason Calvin was bad at saying that wasn't from him. The officer let out a "Hmm" before continuing.

"We'd life you to come down to our district to help us clear up this matter; see about four days ago, the devices you filled out the patent for failed while in use."

Dad dreaded the words that would come next. He knew that the devices were to be in mascot costumes; he just hoped that-

"The two operators of the suits were killed."

The hopes that whomever was inside the suits were alive was dashed. The phone went weak in his hand, he fumbled for a moment and grabbed it.

"What-what do you need me for?" Dad asked.

"We would like you to come down and give your side of the story, just to clear you of anything."

"Clear me, why would I need to be cleared?"

"Sir…." Clay stopped before letting out a sigh. " we want to make sure that you didn't knowingly submit a patent for a death trap."

Dad felt his heart go straight to his throat and stay there. His breath hitched and he felt himself shiver.

The rest of the conversation was brief, mercifully for him. CLay informed him that he'd call back to tell Dad when he was needed and hung up.

Dad stood there, shocked beyond measure; grasping the phone and shaking. He blinked a few times and glanced down. He hoped, and quickly prayed, that was just happened wasn't real. That he wasn't linked to the deaths of two people.

No matter how hard he tried to tell himself otherwise, it didn't work. Remembering his family at the table, he quickly turned to walk back to them.

He took a few deep breaths and hoped that they wouldn't notice.

"Dear are you okay' you're pale as a ghost!" Mom exclaimed.

"He's been bitten by a vampire!" Calvin declared. "Get me some stake!"

Cleary today was not the day for him to hope. He stared at Calvin, who simply looked back, half expecting the infamous "evil eye."

"Calvin, go to your room, me and your mother need to have a talk."

"But I didn't even do anything!" Calvin said. Though he half wondered if somehow he'd been caught for something which had been done in the past.

"It's not about you but you have to go." Dad said, before pointing out the door. "Now!"

Normally, Calvin was one to argue; he'd raise his voice and if necessary, his fists to fight back. But a quick glare from his mother, and another glance at his father told him that it was better to retreat and fight another day.

He got out of his chair and walked away grumbling, giving a few glares back for good measure. Once he was sure calvin was gone, Dad sat back down before placing his head into his hands.

Mom was quick to go over to him. He glanced at her, and she gave him a small, but weary smile.

"So...what did you want to talk about?"

Dad looked back in the direction of the living room, spotting Calvin walking upstairs with Hobbes. He looked back at his wife of eight years before sighing. Once he was surred they were alone, he began his tale.

There's something very off about places meant for fun at night. Maybe it's because normally there is such an enthusiastic atmosphere; all the voices, the noise, and merriment, during the day that once in the absence it leaves a chill.

Fredbears Family Diner had been feeling that chill for the past couple of days now. Once the police had gotten what they needed, the place had been shut down. The establishments future to be determined in a trial.

Despite the absence of human life, activity still happened in the restaurant.

On stage stood two robotic animals, the same which had menaced Calvin on the TV. Fredbear and Spring Bonnie stood a silent vigil. Stains ran along their necks, arms, and legs, as though as if someone had dumped something onto them. Except they did it from the inside out.

A distinct clicking noise echoed out, as Spring Bonnie's ears flicked. Fredbears followed in suit before he turned his head to face Spring Bonnie.

Spring Bonnie turned its head to meet its companions. Nothing powered them...at least nothing SHOULD have been powering them.

Spring BOnnie began to walk forward and stepped off the stage. It had been their nightly ritual since the "event." Since they had "awoken" within the suits that had caused their demise. Spring Bonnie made it's way around the establishment. Searching for any signs of life besides their own. Always being careful, and keeping quiet in case it heard them. Once it was satisfied and retreated back to the stage, the two of them powered down for the night.

They would keep this up as long as necessary. Until those who had killed them got justice.; they would walk until they rusted.

Forever is a very long time when you're human. But Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were anything but human anymore.

What did you think you were playing in the shadows of your mind? What is it you think you see, from the signs in your mind? -DA Games March Onward to your Nightmare.

Except a LOT more to come in the following chapters. Till then!

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