AN: Hey guys! June 21st was Father's Day here in Canada (not sure if that's just here or not). Again, I'm sorry for the lateness, since I had some trouble sticking to my schedule for the past few days. Shout outs to my awesome dad, love ya and thank you for being so supportive of me through everything I do! In honour of this celebration, I'd like to present a cute fluff chapter (that has some relevance to the main plot) about the dad of our story: Mr. Thomas Fazbear! Anyway, happy belated Father's Day to all the dads out there!

The Fazbear Home - Sunday June 17th, 1984

Thomas Fazbear woke up that Sunday to the savoury scent of food cooking and the sound of his two sons chatting in the kitchen over the sizzle of the stove. He stuffed his feet into his slippers and trudged down the stairs to where they boys were talking. The aroma of bacon, eggs, and pancakes greeted him right away, and thankfully, nothing smelled like it was burning. Hearing someone enter the room, Freddy turned to face him.

The boy tapped his older brother, Gilead, on the shoulder to get his attention. "Daddy's up, daddy's up!" He ran over and hugged his dad tightly. Thomas scooped his son up and spun him around, the little boy in his arms giggling happily and clinging to him. "Happy Father's Day!"

Thomas grinned and set Freddy down. "Thank you, Freddy."

Gilead looked up from the stove and smiled at him. "Good morning dad, happy Father's Day. Sleep well?"

He nodded in response and came over to the stove, sniffing the delicious fragrance of the cooking meat. Thomas was thankful that the boys hadn't burnt the house down in the process. "I see you boys have been busy."

"Freddy and I wanted to make you breakfast!" he said with an ecstatic grin. "What do you think?"

"It smells wonderful," Thomas remarked. He looked at the pancakes and eggs already on the plates, waiting to be brought to the table. "The pancakes are nice and golden, and the eggs look like they're cooked well, too."

Gilead was too focused on listening to his dad to notice the bacon starting to go crispy, and not in a good way. Fortunately, his father was attentive enough to point it out. In a panic, Thomas took control, whipping the pan off the hot burner before rapidly transferring the burnt slices to a paper-towel on a plate that Freddy prepared earlier. Gilead groaned in disappointment as he saw how his hard work has been ruined.

Thomas put a large hand on his eldest son's shoulder and warmly stated, "It's alright, Gilead. The pancakes and eggs turned out just fine. And even if they didn't, it's the thought that counts." This made his son smile a little.

After patting the grease off the bacon, Gilead distributed it among the three plates. Freddy picked them up and brought them to the kitchen table, already set with silverware and glasses of orange juice for each family member. The boys and their father took their usual places at the table, prayed, and began to eat.

The bacon was burnt, there was no question in Thomas' mind about it. The eggs were only slightly overdone; the yolks were a dry, pale yellow, but they were otherwise cooked properly. The pancakes, however, were perfect. It didn't matter, in the end of the day, whether the food was outstanding or not; it mattered that his sons got up early to do something special for him. Making breakfast for him showed that they loved and cared about him, and that meant the world to him. They were the only family members he had left other than his brother, Everett, who hadn't spoken to him since he surrendered ownership of Fazbear Entertainment. From time to time, he wondered what had become of his older brother, always hoping he was faring better than he was. Being a single parent and running a moderately successful restaurant was a challenging endeavor.

After they ate breakfast, the Fazbears got ready for church. The boys got dressed in their button-down shirts and dress slacks with little assistance. Thomas dressed similarly, only he added a tie to his outfit. Soon after, the family got in the car and went to church.

Thomas brought his boys inside the church, where they were greeted by Mr. and Mrs. Vann along their daughter, Charlotte. Charlotte smiled excitedly when she saw Freddy, welcoming him with a hug. She then dragged him off to go play, as usual. Gilead wandered off as well, leaving the adults alone. The three of them went to the church's sanctuary and took their seats.

"How have the boys been?" Mr. Vann asked.

"Wonderful, thank you. And how's Charlotte?"

His friend said, "Hyper as always, but she's a sweetheart."

Mrs. Vann chuckled before adding, "She's too cute to say mad at."

Thomas smiled. "That she is. You know, she's always welcome at the pizzeria. She's a good kid; a good influence on Freddy, too."

The couple with him smiled at each other, honoured to have received the compliment. Although he was unaware of this, the Vann's looked up to Thomas. A compliment from him about their child was a sign of respect that they valued greatly.

Thomas ran a successful business, raised two boys all by himself, and always had a smile for everyone. He lost his wife a few years ago to a terminal illness, yet he still got up every day and stayed optimistic. Even through the worst of it, he did his best to be supportive of her in her failing health, all while appearing to be happy. It wasn't until near the end of her life that anyone other than the people closest to him could see how much he was hurting.

"Thank you, Thomas," Mr. Vann replied warmly. "That's very kind of you."

"Oh, but it's true. I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't."

Mrs. Vann giggled and said, "Oh, aren't you charming!"

Thomas shrugged. "Not too charming. I believe your husband takes the cake there," he stated, smoothly.

Mr. Vann smiled at his wife and held her hand as the pastor came in. He promptly took his place at the front of the congregation as he began his sermon about the role of fathers in the Bible.

When the service ended, Freddy and Charlotte charged out of the room the kids program was held in, racing to see who could get to their father first. Charlotte arrived first, attempting to tackle her father when she got to him. Mr. Vann scooped her up, making her squeal excitedly. When he set her down again, she held something in her hands behind her back.

"Close your eyes!"

Mr. Vann sighed. "Alright, alright," and closed his eyes. Charlotte placed a small object in his hand.

"Okay, you can open them!" she cheered.

When he did so, he found a keychain in his hands, clearly made by Charlotte. It was blue and green and read 'I love Dad!' with 'love' written as a red hear. Mr. Vann grinned and hugged her. "Thank you, sweetie."

"I hope you like it! I made it for you!"

"I love it." He let go of her and pulled out his keys, attaching the keychain.

Meanwhile, Freddy wandered off to his father, and presented a similar keychain to him. His, however, was in red and read '#1 Dad!'.

"What's this?" Thomas asked warmly.

His light blue eyes lit up. "A keychain! I made it for you! Do you like it?" Freddy could barely contain his joy, fighting the urge to jump up and down on the spot.

"Of course I do! It's very nice, Freddy." He then quickly noticed that the little boy was hugging him. Thomas returned the gesture quite happily.

The Fazbears went home that afternoon, got changed into street clothes, and made hamburgers for lunch. Thomas cooked them, ensuring they would be made without incident. They ate then went out to play catch in the park, as per Gilead's request. Father's Day was about him, yes, but it made him happiest to see his sons happy. Seeing them smile was a gift in itself.

Thomas was the best out of the three, followed by Gilead, then Freddy in last place. Gilead was able to throw quite well, yet was inconsistent when it came to catching. Freddy could do neither too well, yet he still enjoyed playing despite this. Thomas had years of practice but had the patience to teach his children how to play. He felt Gilead has the potential to be very good at baseball, too, but his son never asked him to be signed up for a team. So, they continued to play catch instead.

Afterward, the trio took a walk, constantly interrupted by Freddy pointing something out or picking something up. Neither his brother nor his father appeared to be bothered by it. It soon became apparent that Gilead was no longer willing to be patient, resorting to sharp tones and crossing his arms. They boys usually found a way to aggravate one another, and by the end of it, this outing was no exception. A quick warning from Thomas cleared the difficulty up in a matter of seconds.

They got home a little before dinner time, leaving enough time to prepare a nice dinner. The Fazbears enjoyed it and went to the living room where Freddy picked out a movie to watch. Of course, someone forgot to rewind the tape. Again. Gilead has a nasty habit of forgetting to do so, and it seemed as though scolding him about it was ineffective. Freddy fell asleep curled up on the couch next to Thomas, who put a blanket over him and carried him up to bed after the movie ended.

Luckily, Gilead went to bed without putting up too much of a fuss. That might have been just because it was Father's Day, however. Without a reason to stay up later, Thomas went to bed as well. It'd been a good day; time with his boys always was. They loved him, and that was all that mattered to him.