A.N: Hey guys, sorry this chapter is late. I got nice and stumped on it. Then, my awesome boyfriend helped me out! The "glorious" game that is responsible for the video game crash of 1983 was his idea, so enjoy watching two unsuspecting kids suffer through it. According to Wikipedia, this game is considered to be one of the worst video games ever made, so I kind of feel bad for making them play it.

Side note, as you're aware, Timeless Tragedy beta reads my work. I failed to mention that my other lovely editor friend is also on this website, her name is Kenwave, so read her stuff too! Anyway, enjoy!

The Fazbear Home - Thursday, June 25th, 1987

Freddy called up his friends to arrange a visit for the next day. Bailey and Charlotte were his best friends and would never turn down an invitation to eat pizza. He couldn't think of anyone who would. Picking up the phone, he decided to call Bailey first.

His mother, Mrs. Olsen, answered. "Hello?"

"Um, hi, it's Freddy…" he answered, shyly. "Is Bailey there?"

"I'll get him for you, hang on." She set the phone down, but he still heard her shout his friend's name, seemingly from the other side of the house. Not long after, he heard footsteps charge over to the phone.

"Y'ello!" Bailey cheered. "Hey, what's up, Freddy?"

Freddy smiled. "Not much. I was wondering if we could hang out tomorrow?"

"Hang out? Of course! Where?"

"Well, I was thinking we could go to my dad's restaurant! There's pizza and games and because you're my friend, it's free!"

"Really?" Bailey's excitement began to show in his voice. "No way, that's so cool! I'd love to!"

"We can go after school!"

He groaned. "Ew, school. Why'd you remind me of that place?"

"I know… But hey, at least you get to see me there, right Bails?" Freddy consoled. "Besides, it's not like we have much left!"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, we'll walk over after. See ya tomorrow!"

" 'kay, bye." Bailey hung up.

Freddy then dialled Charlotte's number. He had more confidence this time, as he knew the Vanns well.

"Hello?" Mrs. Vann spoke into the phone. "May I ask who's calling?"

"Hi, it's Freddy! Is Charlotte there?"

"Oh, Freddy! It's lovely to hear from you. One moment, I'll get her for you." Moments later, Charlotte picked up the phone.

"Freddy? How are you?"

"I'm doing just fine! Listen, uh, Bailey and I are going to hang out at the restaurant tomorrow after school. Pizza and games on the house! Wanna come with us?"

"That sounds great!" Charlotte said. "Count me in!"

"Awesome! Can your mom drive you over to meet up with us?"

"Um…" Charlotte thought for a moment. "I'll go ask." She set the phone on the table. After hearing a muffled conversation between her and her mother, she returned to her call. "She said yes!"

"Really? Awesome! I'll see you tomorrow, then!"

"Alright! Bye, sleep well!"

He hung up and went to bed. His father may have been nice enough to allow him to bring his friends to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza free of charge, but he did not extend the same leniency toward staying up past bedtime. To avoid getting in trouble, Freddy rushed to bed, anticipating the next day with glee.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Friday, June 26th, 1987

The two boys bounded into the pizzeria. Bailey arrived first; he always was the more agile of the two. Yet the disadvantage didn't stop Freddy from trying to beat him there. It wasn't long before Charlotte joined them.

"Were you waiting long?" she asked.

"Not at all!" Freddy cheered. "Come, let's play some ga-"

Before Freddy could finish his sentence, Bailey raced off to the closest arcade machine, grinning excitedly.

"Bailey, wait up!" Charlotte laughed as she chased after him. They made it to a two player game and began to play without hesitation. Freddy smiled at them, happy to see his friends enjoying themselves.

Freddy looked over to the stage, where he saw the Freddy Fazbear playing some songs with his band. They were so cool! Freddy Fazbear singing the lead vocals, Bonnie the Bunny on guitar, and Chica the Chicken on backup vocals. If only he could have been as cool and talented as they were… One day, maybe he could be like them if his father would let him sing on stage.

"Freddy, come join us!" Bailey cheered.

"Oh, right," he answered as he raced to join his friends. His ambitions would have to wait; he had friends to entertain.

The three children played until they got hungry, so Freddy ordered a large pepperoni pizza for them to split. He nearly forgot Bailey's family was vegetarian, so he made sure to ask them to leave the pepperoni off of one half. They waited for their food to arrive at one of the front tables.

Much like before, Freddy's thoughts drifted back to the band. Bear Freddy was much cooler than human Freddy. He knew that for a fact.

"Are you alright?" Charlotte asked with a look of concern. "You seem upset."

Freddy shook his head. "I'm fine, really." He forced a smile, which seemed to help since she appeared to be more comfortable when he did.

Bailey, on the other hand, was focused on the band, watching with glee as they performed. "Wow, these guys are awesome!" He turned to his friends. "Freddy, you're so lucky! You can come here whenever you want!"

"Yeah, you could come every day!" Charlotte added.

Freddy smiled more, concealing the insecurities he tried so hard to fight. He considered the possibility that his friends liked Bear Freddy more than Kid Freddy. He was just the son of the owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. There was nothing special about him. On the other hand, Freddy Fazbear was a rock star. They'd obviously prefer the bear to him.

Before Freddy could become too upset, the pizza arrived. Bailey immediately took the largest slice of cheese pizza for himself.

"Hey!" Charlotte laughed, grabbing a pepperoni slice for herself. "Leave some for the rest of us, will you?"

"I will, I will! Calm down, Char!"

"Well someone needs to make sure you do," she teased.

The children ate their pizza and watched the show intently. All three of them had fun, including Freddy by the end of it. He finally decided to push his fears aside to best enjoy the time he had with his friends. After playing a few more games, Charlotte's mother came to pick her up. Freddy walked home, since his dad was still working. Bailey waited at the pizzeria for a ride from his dad, insisting that he'd be fine to stay by himself.

The Fazbear Home - Friday, June 26th, 1987

Gilead ran to the front door as he heard the bell ring. When he answered it, his best friend Reynard was waiting for him, as expected.

"Hey, come on in!" he cheered, letting his friend come in.

"Have you got it?" Reynard asked. Gilead only smiled and gestured for him to follow, which he did.

"Here it is!" He grinned from ear to ear. "E.T. The Extra-Terrestrial!"

Reynard's face contorted into an excited grin. "No way! Can I play?"

"No!" As his friend's joy faded, Gilead laughed. "Just kidding, of course you can!"

His cheer returned as he went to the tv and turned on Gilead's Atari 2600. He didn't have any video games at home, so he always came to the Fazbears whenever he wanted to play them. The console was far from new, but it felt like it was to them. It was all Thomas could afford for his sons, since most of the money he had was invested into Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. His priority was to ensure he could pay to put food on the table, not to buy lavish games.

Reynard eagerly turned the console on and started the game. Gilead left to grab a bowl of Reese's Pieces, an E.T. favourite! He returned from the kitchen to join his friend on the floor in front of the TV.

"Well, how's the game?" Gilead asked, seeing that he'd already started the game.

"It's..." Reynard mumbled, looking down at the controller in his hands.

"It's?"

"Awful."

"What?" he exclaimed. "What are you talking about?"

"Gilead, everything drains my energy meter. Everything! Even moving drains it! Stupid Reese's Pieces…" Reynard grumbled. "Not like you need to collect them or anything. And all the pointless holes! You fall in one without trying to, and it wastes your energy. And if that runs out, you're done." With a sigh, he started a new round, despite his frustration.

"I-I'm sure it's not that bad!" Gilead assured him. At the same time, he discreetly hid the bowl of candy behind him. After hearing Reynard's comment, he was sure he'd have no interest in seeing more of the peanut butter treats.

"Oh trust me on this one, it is." Not long after saying this, E.T. ran out of energy, triggering a 'Game Over' screen.

Gilead let out a nervous laugh. "I-I think just need to use your imagination!" he exclaimed, putting his arm around his friend. "Or, I bet you're just exaggerating a little! The box said it's almost exactly like the movie: like we're actually there!" He beamed. "E.T.'s a classic! You loved it! I mean, who didn't?"

Reynard took a moment to consider the idea, "As much as I hate to say it, if the game is anything like the movie, then it's a pretty bad movie. And trust me: I'm reaching into the depths of my imagination to try and shed a positive light on it." He gave Gilead a blank stare and wiggled out of his grip. "It's not helping."

"Well, maybe you're doing it wrong. Give me the controller."

Reynard rolled his eyes. "Whatever," he said in an monotone voice, as he handed the controller to his friend. "Have fun, if you even can with this game..."

Gilead grabbed the controller, a giddy smile strewn across his face. "Alrighty! Let's give it a go, I'm sure it's not that bad!"

"So," Reynard asked, "how is it?"

Gilead's eye twitched. "It's... well, it's..." A sudden look of defiance came upon his face, "It does show the trials E.T. had to go through, like he did in the movie! I mean, think about it; constantly avoiding scientists and the FBI, Reese's Pieces and phoning home to get to his spaceship!" He grinned, "See? It isn't all that-"

He was cut off as Reynad put a hand on Gilead's shoulder. "Dude," Reynard said, a serious look on his face, "your dad bought you a bad game. Just accept it."

He opened his mouth, about to protest, but closed it again, realizing he had no basis to argue his point on. Reynard was right. It was horrible. He sighed, "Okay, you're right. It's awful! The controls suck!" Gilead chucked the plastic bowl of peanut butter candies across the room. "I never want to see Reese's Pieces again!"

Reynard continued, "They're horrible... Delicious, but pure evil."

Gilead groaned and pulled a hand through his hair. Freddy came into the room as he heard the bowl clatter on the floor.

"What's going on?"

His brother sighed. "Nothing."

"E.T. sucks," Reynard supplied.

Freddy's eyes widened in horror. "What? No it doesn't!"

"Freddy, it does. Dad got it for the price he did because it sucks. There's no point in playing it."

His little brother frowned, seemingly crushed by the revelation. "Oh..."

"I'm sorry. We'll... we'll get a new game, it's not the only Atari 2600 game out there!" Gilead soothed.

Reynard added, "You might be able to sell it and put some money towards a better one."

"Good idea!" he replied.

Tired and frustrated with his efforts to make the game work, Reynard walked home. He passed Freddy Fazbear's Pizza on his way, stopping inside to get some pizza to quiet his rumbling tummy.

The Fazbear Home - Saturday, June 27th, 1987

Thomas was getting ready for work that morning when he heard a knock on the door. He rushed over to it and opened it. A familiar woman was waiting on the other end, a concerned expression on her narrow face.

"Ms. Coleman. What brings you here?"

"Have you seen my son? H-He didn't come home last night!" she shrieked. "He was here last night, ri-?"

"C-Calm down!" Thomas interrupted. "We'll sort this out." He sighed. "Yes, Reynard was here yesterday, with Gilead. From what I know, they spent the day at the house and he walked home afterward, as usual."

Ms. Coleman sounded hysterical by this point. "He didn't come home last night! You're sure they didn't sneak out, aren't you?! D-Did he stay over?"

Thomas spoke firmly. "Yes, they stayed home, I'm sure. I'll ask Gilead if he stayed over." He turned around and called his son to the door.

Gilead came when he was called, still appearing to be half asleep. He rubbed his eyes.

"Gilead..." his father started, only to be cut off by the tired boy's grumbling. He sighed and continued, "Ms. Coleman is here. Apparently Reynard didn't go home. Did he stay over? I'm not mad at you, no matter what your answer may be. I just need to know where he is."

His eyes widened a little. "What? No! What are you talking about? We played that wretched E.T. game, and he walked home after!"

Thomas looked surprised. "Wretched?"

Gilead sighed, "Long story. B-But we didn't sneak out... I promise." He looked up at his father, with genuine distress in his eyes, not the kind one would see in someone trying to tell a lie, "We wouldn't do that, dad..."

The man looked up at the anxious mother at his door. "I... don't know what to tell you, Ms. Coleman. We'll be sure to help you look for him. Maybe Gilead can help us find him."

"I'll try my best. I hope he's alright..."

"Call me if you find him... Or if you know anything about where he is..." Her tone of voice changed from panicked to upset, "I just want my son home..."

"We'll call you," Thomas assured her.

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza - Saturday, June 27th, 1987

Mr. Olsen came into the restaurant and requested to speak with the manager. Mr. Fazbear came immediately to settle the issue.

"Thomas Fazbear, at your service. What can I help you with?"

"I'm looking for my son, Bailey. He told me he and Freddy we're going to be here yesterday. I came to pick him up, but he wasn't here."

"He wasn't here? That's... strange." He frowned.

First Reynard, then Bailey. He thought his sons were lying to him, yet knew they wouldn't have done that. Thomas recalled the incident his brother told him about at Fredbear's Family Diner, the one where a boy went missing. He was never found.

"Well, no, he wasn't. I don't know what kind of sick joke this is, but I want my son back," Mr. Olsen replied sternly.

"I'm sorry, but I haven't seen him."

The customer shot him an aggravated look. "You'd better find him, or we'll be having some trouble." Knowing he wouldn't get an answer, he sighed. "Call me if you find him. I'm going to keep looking," and handed him his phone number, written on a business card. Mr. Olsen left after taking one last look around the pizzeria, but he could not find Bailey, no matter how hard he searched.