Chapter 1
Welcome to Five Nights at Freddy's
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The eyes of a small newborn male toddler blinked rapidly adjusting to the sudden white brightness after opening his eyes. The young child whimpered at the temporary blindness as he tried to ease the discomfort by rubbing his eyes with the knuckles of his small, pudgy hands. Once the brightness eased, he blinked a few times and his vision adjusted to see a yellow ceiling with a ceiling fan rotating its blades slowly. He felt strangely light and could tell that he was lying on his back on something soft. However, his limbs felt weak, and he couldn't find the strength to lift his body upwards like he always does to get up.
"What the fuck?"
That was what the young baby boy tried to say, but his first sentence came out as, "Baba gua fafa?"
He realizes that he couldn't speak properly and could only say the sentence within his inner thoughts. Concerned and confused, he darts his eyes randomly and moves his head around trying to see where he is and what was wrong with his body.
"What's going on? Where am I?" he thought as he tried to say the same words verbally.
"Bab-gogu-nu? Nene a-ma?"
"Wha-What the?! Why am I talking like…like a…like a baby?!"
The young toddler, his intuition driving the suspicion of his current situation, brought his small hands to his vision confirming they are indeed the small pudgy forms of baby hands. After moving the pudgy fingers, he lifted his head down to check his body and he sees that his body is small and round with short stubby, baby legs at the end. He can see that he is wearing a blue baby onesie outfit covering his entire body and his entire feet while leaving his hands exposed. He also looked around to see that he was inside a convertible white crib surrounded with white bars to keep him from falling or escaping, with soft dark blue leather panels. He looked up to see a baby crib mobile dangling space theme objects of planets, a sun, a moon, and a rocket above his head. His head was resting on a soft dark blue mattress that felt like memory foam with white and blue pillows placed on all sides of the crib to protect his body from bumping onto the hard, wooden bars.
"I'm…actually…a baby?! But how is this possible?!" he thought in shock. "Ee-ga ah-ka buba? Buboo hic da po-bi?!"
"Damn it! I need to stop talking for now since I can't speak properly. But first, I need to see where I am."
The baby boy then started to push himself up with his hands to get himself into a sitting position. It was tough due to his baby's body not having the required muscle. "Ggggrrr. Mmmmhhhhm! Oof!"
The baby let himself fall back onto the soft mattress in exhaustion. He breathed deeply while glaring at the crib's dangling toys hovering above him. "Of course! I don't have the stamina or any strength since I'm now a newborn and require lots of naps. Ugh! Fuck me," he thought as he rested a few more minutes before finally recovering from his fatigue with another planned method to sit up. "Okay, new plan. How about I turn over on my belly and push myself up? I can then tuck my legs in and try to use the crib's bars to pull myself."
Like a turtle, a rolled sideways back and forth until he was to roll to his right and onto his belly, close to the bars. Taking a deep breath, the baby boy pushed up with his hands slowly getting himself on his knees. He clenched his eyes and pushed his lips together as he tried to keep himself up despite the growing, uncomfortable strain in his small arms.
"MMmmmhhhhrr," he groaned as he looked at the bar with determination. "Okay! Here we go. Just grab one of the bars and I can pull myself into a sitting position. Simple! Right?!"
He quickly grabbed a bar with his left hand before moving his right hand to grasp the same bar to keep himself up. "Mmmhrr. Rrrrrr," he groaned as he held himself steady. "Come…on…almost…there."
With determination, he pulled himself towards the bars and pulled his legs forward until he was finally sitting on his baby butt. He finally reached his goal. With pride, he cutely giggled with a toothless smile while pumping his adorable right fist into the air. "Oh yeah! I'm the man!"
Gripping both hands onto the bars, he pulled his face between the bars to get a better view of his surroundings. "Now, let's see where the heck I am."
The toddler then took his time to observe the room he was in. What he saw shocked him, making his baby eyes widen and his small mouth open.
The room was what could be described as a luxurious baby room with the walls painted yellow gold but contrasted perfectly with the soft blue carpet floor and the dark blue drapes that decorated the sides of the two large windows on his right. A modern white ceiling fan with four crystal lights hung from the blue ceiling and white rectangular-shaped modern light sconces are placed on the walls. On the top and bottom edges of the walls are white baroque-styled moldings that enhanced the room's luxury. Placed on the sides is a luxurious dark blue dresser, a modern white changing table with shelved baby supplies underneath, a white shelf filled with toddler books and plushies, and a modern dark blue velvet couch filled with soft white and blue pillows. A white table is placed on the side couch along with a white nightstand between the two windows. In the middle of the baby room was a large round-shaped, white wool rug made of sheepskin filled with baby toys such as rattlers, teethers, plushies, stackers, sorters, building blocks, balls, musical toys, and toddler books. There is even a set of the familiar Duplo legos that are large for young toddlers to avoid choking. Next to the rug is a luxurious rocking chair made of walnut wood with soft gold cushions on the seat and backrest.
On the other side of the crib, the baby boy can see a white door, with a gilded classic Italian luxury design carved onto the surface, preventing him from seeing what's on the other side.
"Hmmm. This is quite luxurious for a baby room. It's like the parents are spoiling their newborn to no end. Well, spoiling me since I am the baby in this room," he thought as he attempts to chuckle but ended up giggling to himself. He then spots a large wall mirror that is rectangular with a gold baroque frame hung between the dresser and the door. He can see his reflection on the glass surface.
His eyes widened in shock as he looked at his reflection. He was a completely different person. His physical features have changed from what he remembers. He has soft brown hair covering his round baby head and amber eyes that seem to glow like gold under the light. He rubbed his eyes and blinked repeatedly, trying to process what he was seeing.
"I-Is that me?! Holy cow! I look adorable!" he thought in awe of his appearance. "Wait! Why do I look…. animated?"
He looked more at his reflection while patting his baby cheeks. He indeed looks more like a 3D animated person created in an Unreal Engine computer design tool. He checked his baby hands as he clenched and unclenched them to see how they move in a 3D animation.
"Woah," he thought in amazement at his new animated body. "This feels…awesome!"
However, he then noticed something odd about the physical appearance of the room and the objects within.
"But why is everything also 3D animated with elements of 4D? Is the entire reality animated?" the boy thought as he gathered his thoughts.
While holding onto the bar with his left hand he rubbed his chin with his right forefinger with his eyes closed as he tried to remember what he was doing before he woke up to find himself as a baby. He gasped as his eyes opened remembering his past.
"That's right! I was a gaming programmer working at one of Ubisoft's subsidiary studios in San Francisco," he thought as memories began to replay in his head that started to fill him with torrents of anger, sadness, and depression. "I was forced to do crunch time by my manager and team leader to complete three of my team members' unfinished parts of the project's programming. All because they were too lazy to run, edit, and finalize themselves, and that fucking team manager is always having me solve the issue to reach the deadline! Arrgh! Fucking, lazy, jackass pricks!"
The baby began to sniff as tears began to weld at the corners of his eyes, realizing what had happened during his crunch time. "I-I don't know how long I was working, but I think I skipped my meals and hardly drank any fluids. I remember finishing the finalization of our team's assigned program and saving it on a USB hard drive before uploading the program's file to the studio's main computer. After logging off, I felt so tired that I decided to…to take a nap…on my desk. Oh, God!"
The baby boy sniffed again as he gripped the rails hard with his baby hands. The transmigrated soul within the baby fully understood what had happened. "I…I died from overworking on crunch time! Dammit! God, fucking dammit! Thanks a lot, you fucking assholes! You ended my life so early that I didn't get to lose my virginity! I was planning to go on a date with that Aki girl from the illustration team! Fuck'in shit! This is bullshit!"
The boy toddler began to cry and whimper, letting out his emotions caused by his sudden realization of the end of his previous life. After a few moments of whimpering and teardrops, he managed to slowly calm down. He wiped his cheeks and eyes with his onesie right sleeve before sniffing hard to ease his broken heart. He looked at the carpet floor with sadness in his eyes and his pouted lips trembling.
"What am I going to do? I'm stuck in a baby's body in a cartoonish animated world unable to do anything. Am I going to just sleep, eat, and shit in my diapers with nothin-! Wait!" He suddenly has second thoughts about his sudden situation. New thoughts appeared in his head that made him realize the advantage of this unprecedented death. He raised his head to look at the 3D animated nursery room as his eyes lit up that sparkled under the light with his baby lips forming a cute o-shape opening.
"Hold on. I may have died, but I've somehow reincarnated into some 3D cartoon world like the MC in an isekai story. Is this a second-chance opportunity granted to me by God to make my new life better-no! Wait! Could I make my new life greater than my previous one?!" he thought as a smile began to grow on his face, realizing the benefit of his respawn.
The boy then used the right sleeve of his unisex outfit to completely dry his cheeks and around his eyes with a sudden determination growing in his chest. His mature mind began to set forth plans for his new life with new goals that he could achieve that he never had the opportunity to accomplish in his previous life. He was happy that despite being reincarnated as a baby, he still has memories of his previous life. That suddenly hit him with realization.
"Wait! If I remember how I died, do I still have my academic knowledge from my elementary, middle, high school, and college days?" he thought with wonder. "Hmmm. Let me check."
He closes his eyes and concentrates deep within his mind, searching for any academic subjects. His eyes snapped open as soon as he found a memory within his hippocampus.
"Yes! I can still remember my differential and integral equations from my high school calculus, including the formulas and methods to calculate derivatives and integration. Even linear algebra! Alright, what else…Yes! I can also remember my linear algebra and trigonometry. Awesome! Let's see what else I can remember… hmmm," he closed his eyes and began to concentrate on what he had in his memory. His eyes flashed open as he remembered more subjects. "Yeah! Yeah! I can still remember the codes and programs I learned at Berkeley. Matlab, C++, Python, and Java. Everything I needed to become a gaming programmer. Hell yeah! I'm a genius baby!"
The baby boy giggled and cooed, clapping his hands to praise himself. He is unaware of how his actions are making him look adorable from a fourth-wall perspective.
With the knowledge from my previous life, I can pass through the K-12 education of this 3D animated world and graduate high school at a young age," the baby boy thought seeing the potential of his advantage. "Yeah! I think I can graduate at around the age of twelve. No, no! I should try at least try to graduate at around nine and skip all that middle and high school drama bullshit! I'm not going through that again. Then I can make plans to start my own gaming company! I'll be the most famous, richest, and youngest CEO in no time! Oh-ho yeah!"
The young infant made a toothless smile with his mind of an isekai'd soul already looking forward to his future. However, new thoughts came to his mind. "Eh! Wait!" the baby boy thought as his smile changed into a frown, his eyes widened in realization. "What year is it in this world? And how advanced is this world's technology? Ugh! Dang, it! I hope it's not too advanced. Otherwise, I'll be at a disadvantage in starting a gaming company, especially when I create and introduce the Unreal Engine creation tool to this world. Although…,"
The baby boy looked around the luxurious nursery again to see everything sparkling under the sunlight rays pouring through the glass windows. He couldn't see a speck of dust on the furniture nor a cobweb on the walls' moldings. Everything was spotless to perfection. Even the toys looked like they were recently purchased.
The baby boy was starting to have second thoughts as he realized that he could be born into a wealthy family. He started to smile.
"This nursery is quite luxurious and big for just a toddler. The parents-wait! I mean, my new parents must have put a lot of effort…and money…into having this room prepared just for me," the boy thought has he rubbed his hands together with a mischief smile. "Maybe…I could use my new family's wealth and connections to my advantage to start my own gaming company. Hell, I could also use this opportunity to experience the life of luxury."
The baby boy then frowned again as he crossed his small, tubby arms. "But I can't do anything since I'm a toddler who hasn't reached the first year of age. I can only do the common activities of a toddler like sleeping, sucking the milk bottles, playing with baby toys, pissing, and shitting my diapers. Argh! I can't believe that I must wait around eighteen months to be able to walk and talk."
The baby then looked at his baby hands and curled the adorable stubby fingers into fists repeatedly. He frowned in disappointment. "Even my fingers are too stubby to hold a pencil. Ah hell! I won't be able to type! I need to be around two years old to be able to write and type. Not to mention that I'll need to be around three years old to talk properly instead of making googoos and gagas within my pronunciations."
He then made a wail while scratching his head in a hysterical mood. "Fuck! This sucks ass! I don't even know how old I am to know my current growth development! How am I going to get some intel on my current situation?!"
Suddenly, he heard clicking sounds coming from behind the enamored door. It sounded like footsteps that are made when walking on a marble or ceramic floor. As the steps got near the door, he could hear muffled voices. The baby made a cute "eep" as he quickly lied back down to his original sleeping position while preparing to pretend to just wake up from his nap. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his small hands and made a couple of blinks before the door opened with two adults talking to each other. It was a conversation of worry and concern.
The male adult who opened the door looked young in his late 20s and held a handsome Caucasian face with a sharp-lined jaw and a straight nose. His fair skin with a warm tone enhanced his young attraction with a hint of maturity while his green eyes sparkled like a glimmer under the reflected sunlight. Looking closely, he has a trimmed five o'clock shadow on his lower face with his straight medium charcoal hair combed in a side part hairstyle that enhanced his attraction and gave him the style of a businessman. He wore a white dress shirt that hugged his lean body with the top button was undone and gold cufflinks that buttoned the shirt's cuffs while the bottom ends were tucked in. His lower apparel consists of dark blue dress pants that cover his lean legs while held up with a black belt and black oxford shoes.
The Caucasian female who followed looked a bit the same age as the male, but her gorgeous, young face with unblemished light apricot skin along with her straight button nose and her full red lips made her look like she is in her early 20s. Her long wavy brown hair framed around her head with a large swept bang partly covering her left eye that enhanced her beauty. What truly captivated her attraction are her golden amber eyes that seem to glow in golden color under the light which made her more irresistibly allure. She wore a long-sleeved, fold-over black jumper that exposed her shoulders while wrapped around her voluptuous round chest and slim waist. White suit pants covered her long legs with gold high heels as her footwear. She almost looks like a super model.
The toddler stared in surprise at the two adults' physical beauty. It couldn't be natural at all. Even if they are 3D cartoons, it's not possible to be naturally beautiful with unblemished skin without hard effort. Even the baby remembers his previous life in his struggle to diet and workout hardly made any results to convert his old skinny adult body to become a bit lean. His Ubisoft job also kept him busy from worrying about his looks that he even lets his facial hair grow for a month before shaving.
"Hmmm. I can't help but feel jealous of their beauty," the baby thought with a dead panned expression until his eyes widened. "Wait! Could they be my new par-."
The baby boy's thoughts were halted when he started to hear their conversation.
"It's going to be okay, dear," said the man who is looking at the woman with a reassuring smile. "I'll call every best doctor and hospital in the country to help our son, no matter the cost."
The woman with a sad expression and trembling lips looked down at her clenched hands that are held together and close to her chest. Tears were forming at the edges of her eyes.
"I know, honey. But I can't help but fear our baby won't wake up," she whimpered before covering her eyes with her hands and shaking her head. "Oh, Seth! I turned away for a moment and suddenly, I found him lying unconscious in his playpen. Why, Seth? How could this happen?! What did I do wrong as a mother?! How could I have let this happen to our son?!"
The man known as Seth approached the distraught woman and wrapped his arms around her shoulders to bring her into a comforting hug. Being a bit taller than the woman, he lifted his head to rest his chin on her head as she whimpered into his chest. The baby watched Seth slowly sway the woman gently back and forth, soothing her whimpers. "There. There, my dear. Shhhh. It's not your fault, Malena," he says stroking the back of her long hair. "It was an unfortunate event that just happened at an unexpected time. I promise, once Peter gets here, he'll find out what's wrong with our son and we'll get through it."
The Malena woman raised her head to look at Seth's eyes with a sad expression but with hope in her pupils. "Really, Seth?"
Seth gave her a reassuring smile. "Really, my dear," he says leaning down to kiss her on the red lips. Malena leans up to kiss back. Both slowly closing their eyes and moaning as they enjoy their moment of romance.
"Blegh," thought the baby making a deadpan expression with his tongue sticking out. He felt that the romance between his new mommy and daddy was overdramatic. However, he felt guilty, mostly for his new mother called Malena, that he worried them about his sudden condition and that he felt he should let them know he was alright. He did the one thing he could do as a baby.
"Baba! Gaga! Umm ooh aga."
The sound caught the two kissing love birds off guard. They immediately separated from their kiss while still wrapped in each other's arms as they quickly turn their heads towards the crib to see their baby boy awake and looking at them. Their eyes widen with their mouths slowly opened in a small gape expressing their shocking surprise. One was quick to react.
"John!" cried Malena.
"John? That's my name?" thought the infant but was distracted by the cry of his new mother.
Malena rushed out of Seth's hug and quickly reached the crib. The baby boy, John, was quickly picked up and spun around by a relieved and happy mother as she twirled around like a dancer.
"Oh, John! My precious boy!" she cried as she began to smother John with kisses on his baby face, which he didn't like due to her lipstick leaving marks. "I was so worried that I thought you would never wake up. Mwah! Mwah! Oh! I'm just glad you're okay. Mwah! Mwah!"
"Ok! Ok!" thought John as he scrunched his baby face while trying to cover his face with his tiny hands and lean away from her lips. "Stop kissing me already! You're covering me with lipstick marks! Ugh!"
John suddenly felt a weight on his head, and he turned his small head to look up at his new father, Seth, who was smiling at him with relief in his eyes. John can feel his large left hand softly rubbing his head with his fingers caressing his small hair. It felt nice and comfortable. John felt like a puppy being petted with adoration and he didn't want this feeling to stop.
"Oh, John. My son. I'm relieved that you're awake. We thought we were going to lose you and you were just born three months ago," he says as he continued to rub his son's head.
John kept looking at him with a giggling smile while his inner thoughts were processing in shock at what his father just said. "Wait! I'm only three months old?! And what's this about me not waking up? Did the original owner of this baby's body fall into a coma and died so that some deity in the multiverse decided to place my soul into it to spare the family from grief? Ugh! This is getting complicated!"
John then stopped smiling and made a scrunch expression. He felt his small stomach suddenly begin to contrast uncomfortably. It made John whimper with tears forming on the edges of his closed eyes. John was familiar with the feeling. He is hungry and wanted to tell his parents, but he couldn't speak properly yet and could only act on his baby's body's instinct by crying even though he has the soul of a matured adult.
"Oh!" said his mother who is now cradling John in her arms. "Looks like someone is hungry. Well, it has been nearly eight hours since you last ate this morning."
"Huh?! Eight hours?!" thought John while still whimpering from his belly aching in hunger. "Is that possible for a child to sleep through the day without being fed?"
Malena walks towards the rocking chair and sits comfortably on the cushions. She turns to her husband, Seth, who is already getting a fresh white hand towel from the dresser and walks towards her to hand it to her. Suddenly, a chime is heard that sounds like a doorbell with its ringtone sounding like a church bell.
DING DONG
"Oh, that must be our family doctor, Peter," says Seth as he quickly walks towards the room's exit. "I'll greet him and explain to him about John's condition. You'll bring him down once you finish feeding him, sweetie?"
"Yes, Seth," she says with a smile while using the towel to wipe away the lipstick marks on John's face. "Now go on and make sure you close the door on your way out."
With a smile, Seth closed the door on his way out, leaving John alone with his mother, Malena. However, John was confused as he expected to be given a bottle of milk and wondered what his new mother was doing with her top jumper line. John watched with a curious expression before his eyes widened in shock at his mother's action. He squeaked. "Heh?!"
"Ma-Malena! I'I mean, M-mom?! What the fuck are you doing?! Why are you pulling down your jumper?!" he thought as his cheeks became flushed.
Ignorant of her son's expression, Malena used her left hand to slowly pulled down her jumper along her left arm before gently exposing her left breast while cradling her baby with her right arm. John couldn't help but stare at her huge bouncing orb of flesh with its pink nipple hardened. It was just like any 3D animated breast you would see on a porn site, only this one was the real one right in front of him. He suddenly felt himself being carried towards the tit with his mom gently cooing him.
"Come on, John," she said with a motherly smile and gentle eyes. "Let's get you fed."
"No! Nonononono! Mom! Not your tit!" he cried in his head. "Just give me a bottle! A fucking bottle of baby formula! Not your breast milk! This is a sexual crime! An act of incest!"
John tried to lean and turn his head away from the nipple, but his head was lying on her left bicep and her right hand was guiding his face towards her chest. John knew this was natural for a mother to breastfeed her baby, but since he is a toddler with a transmigrated soul of a mature male, it felt awkward, and his mind was screaming that it was inappropriate, and it is close to committing incest and MILF. Knowing the result of being breastfed was inevitable despite his refusal, John closed his eyes as he felt the hardened nipple pop between his lips and felt the liquid lactate into his mouth.
John's eyes widened at the flavor of sweet vanilla exploding onto his palate.
"What the?! This is what breast milk tastes like?" he thought as he suddenly felt himself sucking by instinct and gulping down the creamy liquid. He was hungry and couldn't stop until his stomach was filled. He didn't know if he should enjoy this or be grossed out, but he knew that his baby's body needs this based on his knowledge of baby growth.
"You know what, to hell with it," he thought as he continues to drink his mother's milk. "My body needs this milk to grow and develop if I'm ever going to get strong and achieve my future goals. For now, I'll have to be patient and act as a baby."
"Hmmmm."
Hearing her hum, John moved his eyes to look up at his mother's happy face. She gazed down at him with love from her amber eyes as she gently rubbed John's head slowly with her right hand.
"There you go, my little Johnny Honey Sonny. Drink up and grow big and strong like your dad."
John cringed at the chosen nickname his mother just gave him. He suddenly realized he would have to suffer the smothering from his new mother's extreme love and care that comes with embarrassing nicknames and excessive encouragement. For now, he'll tolerate this and let her have her moment to be a mother. Even though he is enjoying the love and head rub his mother is currently giving him, he still didn't like the idea of drinking milk from her breasts. "Hopefully, time will go by fast, and I can stop sucking her titties for good. Ugh! I can't believe that I want a baby bottle so badly now."
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After finishing his breast feeding and, to his surprise and annoyance, patting his back gently to burp, Malena patted John's lips clean with the towel before leaving the room with John in her arms. As she carried him through the second-floor halls of the house, John used this opportunity to observe his surroundings. He couldn't help but be in shock and awe at the luxurious baroque-style interior of his new home with the furniture in the same style but in Rococo and Italian classics, making the home look more like a palace. There were even large paintings, both landscapes and portraits, on the walls that are placed in gilded, baroque-style frames, large crystal glass windows, crystal sconces, and occasional crystal chandeliers.
John couldn't believe he was now living in a large mansion that he only saw on google images and real estate magazines. This was almost like hitting the once-in-a-lifetime jackpot. A lucky strike to be reborn into a wealthy family and live in a giant house.
It was then when they reached and walked down the huge grand staircase of the foyer that made John's eyes widen in awe at the luxury of the entire room. The foyer was huge. Everything was carved with white marble with gilded baroque-style interior design on the walls, floor, ceiling, and the eight pillars on each side of the foyer. Between each pillar on the second floor are gilded railings in baroque-style with the grand staircase's railings also sharing the same design. Newel post lamps are placed at the end of the stair railings with more sconces on the pillars and walls. A large red carpet covered the stairs and dangling from the center of the foyer's high ceiling is a large french empire crystal chandelier.
This was driving John's mind to be blown away by such unbelievable luxury. He has only seen such interior designs from Google images and Youtube videos in his previous life with no chance of experiencing such wealth. But now, he can have the chance to experience a wealthy life as he is reborn into a wealthy family in a 3D animated universe.
He can't help but wonder if this wealthy family he is reborn into is as rich as the Trump family. "Woah! Check out this place!" he thought as he tried to estimate his family's wealth based on the interior decorations. "I figured that I'm living in a mansion, but this place looks more like a freak'in palace! I wonder if this family is a member of a European aristocracy or something."
His widened eyes darted to every detail of the interior decorations before he realized he was behaving oddly for a baby. John looked up at his mother and saw her attention was focused on her front while walking as she carried him. Relieved of his mother's ignorance, John relaxed in her arms, blushing as he could feel her bouncing breasts rub his head. He wants to walk on his legs on his own to avoid being smothered by Malena's breast. She may be a beautiful 3D animated woman, but she is his mother in this new life.
"I wonder if the males in this world stop to stare at…umm..my mom whenever she walks out in public like Monica Belluci who played that female character in that Italian movie. What's it called? Oh yeah! Malena."
After reaching the last step, Malena then turned right and headed towards an open room which John guessed must be the living room.
Although, the living room was quite larger than the common ones in mansions. The room had emerald walls with mounted sconces and are designed in Italian baroque style. Four large windows took up an entire wall with emerald, green drapes drawn to let in the sunlight to light up the room. Another crystal chandelier hung above the center of the baroque-designed ornamental false ceiling. The flooring looked like it was made with bocote wood with the light reflecting on its surface and smooth enough to slide on with socked feet. More baroque furniture decorated the room with two large green sofas and two green armchairs in the center surrounding a coffee table in front of a large fireplace.
But what stood out amongst the interior decoration was the tv set placed between the two windows in front of the coffee table and sitting furniture. John couldn't believe what he was seeing as he felt nostalgia upon seeing a familiar entertainment screen from the 2000s. It was a DLP HDTV at a size of around 67 inches and he can see the manufacturer brand, Samsung, underneath the screen. He remembers when it was introduced it held the highest price of six-thousand-nine-hundred-ninety-nine dollars and he couldn't afford such a luxurious entertainment set. The flat panel was placed on a modern tv stand with a VCR/DVD player and a stereo placed within the stand's shelves. Two rectangular-shaped speakers are also placed on the stand positioned on both sides of the tv.
"If that's an actual DLP HDTV, then I must be somewhere in the mid to late 2000s," he thought, satisfied in using the object to determine the current year he's in. "Although, I hope I can get the opportunity to spot a calendar in this huge mansion to see the current date. I'll wait for that opportune moment."
After looking at the tv, John noticed his father, Seth, sitting on one of the armchairs speaking to an older man in a grey formal suit. John saw he had charcoal, black hair in a short, wavy style with a shaved face making him look the same age as his dad.
He also notices an older couple sitting on one of the sofas joining in their conversation. The old man had light brown hair in a combed-over style with gray streaks and wrinkle lines on his forehead and under his eyes, but his skin was still healthily tight. He wore a formal blue outfit with his coat open revealing his gold vest and white dress shirt with a blue ascot that was held with a gold pin. The old woman still had healthy glowing skin despite the wrinkle lines under her eyes with her long platinum, blond hair held in a high bun with two long bangs framing her face. She wore a two-piece white formal suit with a skirt that reached over her kneecaps.
"That guy in the chair must be Peter, the doctor. But I wonder who are those two. Could they be my uncle and aunt?" thought John with curiosity.
"Hello, everyone," says Malena announcing her and John's arrival. Everyone turned their attention to Malena and John.
"Ah! There's my grandson," says the senior man in the blue suit. "The new generation to carry on the name of the Ol'Calvin family."
"And as cute as my sonny honey when he was baby," says the senior woman in the white outfit.
That made Seth blush. "Mom! Please! Not in front of our family doctor."
Malena giggled at the scene while John was busy processing the new knowledge he had acquired from the interaction between the adults.
"So that's my new last name, huh?" thought John, becoming interested in the family name. He then suddenly realized what the man just said. "Wait! Grandson?! He is my grandpa?! And that's my grandma?! But they still have their youth and their hair is still mostly in their natural color! How old are they?!"
"Huh? Ol'Calvin? Seth, I thought the name of your family is Calvin," said the doctor with a raised eyebrow as Malena sat down on the sofa facing the elder couple with her baby sitting on her lap securely.
Seth chuckled at Peter's confusion. "Oh, it is, Peter. However, the name, Ol'Calvin, is the original and ancient name of our founder who started this family back during the unification of the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms to form the Kingdom of England. We were known as the Ol'Calvin family back then. But as time went on, the family name changed to O'Calvin to recognize ourselves as descendants of Ol'Calvin himself. Then a branch of the family, who we are descended from, moved to establish a commercial shipping trade in New York City in 1735. By the time the American Revolution began, the branch family embraced the ideals of independence and severed their ties with the main family back in England, and changed their last name to Calvin. But we managed to renew our relations and reunite as one family a century later. It's why we still use the name Calvin while our relatives in England use the O'Calvin name. But other members, like my father here, prefer to be called Ol'Calvin."
That caught John's attention and curiosity. It gave him a new childhood goal. "The Ol'Calvin family, huh? I think I would like to more about this family once I'm old enough to read and write."
"Oh, such a fascinating history," replied Peter with his brows rising in amazement. "Well, anyway. Now that Malena is here with John, can I begin my analysis of the child?"
Seth nodded.
"Please do, Dr. Plushington."
John's eyes widen at the name.
"What the? Plushington?" John thought and he couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculous surname. "Pffft! Seriously?! Plushington?! Ahahahaha! Oh, that's hilarious! I can see why he prefers to be called by his first name! Ahahahaha!"
John's laugh coming from his mouth came out as a giggle since he was still a baby. Everyone was looking at John giggling and couldn't help but adore such cuteness.
"Aww. Look, Peter. He likes your name," says Malena with a smile.
Everyone chuckled with Dr. Peter Plushington also joining in. Peter then got up from his seat, carrying his dark brown, leather gladstone bag with him, and approached Malena and John. He knelt with his left knee resting on the soft, luxurious rug while opening his bag to take out a stethoscope and a pair of white rubber gloves. John watched as the doctor put on the gloves and took out a pair of thick glasses from his blazer pocket and placed them upon his nose.
"Now, I'm going to first start by checking his heart rate and respiration. Could you please hold John straight up for me, Malena?"
"Of course," Malena says as she held John under his armpits to sit him straight up. John watched as Peter began to use his stethoscope to listen to his heart rate and breathing through his onesie.
After writing his results on his medical clipboard, Dr. Peter Plushington did more procedure checkups such as eyesight, hearing, reflex, and vital signs. The doctor kept making a lot of "hmms", "uh huhs", and "okays" in a gentle tone and made soft shuffling in his bag whenever he searched for a different tool. The sounds affected John into a state of relaxation. "Dang it, doc," thought John as he felt like he was getting drowsy from the soft sounds. "You're making this checkup into an ASMR like in the youtube videos."
Finally, Peter checked John's body temperature with an infrared thermometer, and he could see on the digital screen reading ninety-eight point four degrees in Fahrenheit. Peter wrote his final medical data on his charts. The whole room had been silent throughout the entire checkup. An atmosphere of anxiety was growing that made the room become tense of perturbation.
Noticing the disquiet silence, Peter cleared his throat before speaking. "Well, so far, John is a completely healthy baby with no signs of any health problems."
Multiple soft exhales of relief were heard.
"Thank goodness," says Malena as she rubbed her lips and nose on top of John's head with maternal affection, happy that her son is fine.
"So, there's nothing wrong with John?" asks Seth with a concerned face but hope in his eyes.
"Well…hmmm," says Peter as he rubbed his chin in deep thought before looking at Malena. "You said you found John unconscious and wouldn't wake up when you checked up on him in his playpen right? Was he still breathing normally?"
"Yes. He was still breathing, almost as though he had just fallen asleep. But I couldn't wake him even when I shook him gently," Malena says holding John tightly in her arms but not tight enough to make her baby uncomfortable and suffocating. "What could have caused him to become unconscious, Peter? Could it happen again?"
Seth stood up and walked over to sit next to his wife and wrapped his arms around her gently to comfort her due to her tone showing her growing distress for her baby. John looked up at her with worry before looking back at Peter, wondering what was going to happen.
"There, there, Malena. There's nothing to worry about," says Peter trying to calm her down as he wrote down some notes on his clipboard. "Based on my analysis, John shows no signs of any syncope since his blood pressure and heart rate are normal for a toddler. He is also breathing normally and shows no signs of asthma. So, John shouldn't fall unconscious again."
Malena relaxed as the words from the family doctor calmed and eased her worries. This made Seth and the old couple smile as they were happy to see the mother calming down.
"However," says Peter getting the attention of everyone in the room. "I would suggest that we make an appointment for John to take an MRI scan, so we can make sure there are no problems with his brain development."
Everyone looked at each other with both eyebrows raised in surprise. Malena became nervous as she hugged John closer to her torso. John felt his head bumping between her breasts. He couldn't help but feel his cheeks turn pink in being in such a position.
"Ummm, Peter," says Malena with worry in her eyes. "What do you mean an MRI scan? Could my baby have autism or ADHD?"
"Oh, no no no no," said Peter calmly with a gentle tone as he began to put away his tools. "MRI doesn't detect autism or ADHD. No, Malena. I believe your child is perfectly healthy, but I believe we should at least check to make sure nothing is causing your son to suddenly fall unconscious from a headache or seizure. Trust me, it's all for your John's health."
His soft voice calmed Malena's nerves as she relaxed her hold on John. Seth then leaned forward as he pulled out a device from his pant pocket while resting his elbows on his knees. John, being curious about the object his father is holding, leaned forward to get a good look at the handheld device. "Huh?!" John's eyes widened as he got a good look. "Is that…a Blackberry phone?! I haven't seen those since my high school sophomore. I really am in the 2000s."
"If you think it's the best option, Peter, then I guess we can do it," says Seth as he moved his thumbs across the Blackberry's keypads. "When will the appointment be?"
Peter put his disposable gloves in a plastic zip lock bag before tossing the closed bag into his gladstone bag and closing it. He then stood up, grabbing his bag before turning towards Seth. "We can have it two days from now. On Friday, the twelfth of October, year two-thousand-five, at around twelve-thirty afternoon, at the Zion Medical Hospital. Will that be, okay?"
"Two-thousand-five?!" thought John as he was happy to hear the year of his birth. "So, 2005 is my year of birth and the current year. Sweet! That means I might have the advantage to create an awesome game company thanks to my knowledge of game programming. If Unreal Engine doesn't exist here, then maybe I can make one and secure my own fortune. Heh heh. Lucky me!"
Unaware of John's unnatural smirk and rubbing his baby hands together like a criminal planning a heist, Seth looked at Malena, and she nodded. Seth began to type the schedule into his Blackberry. "Yeah. We're free on that day. You'll be there?"
"Of course. I'm, after all, this family's trustworthy doctor. I always look out for my patients," Peter says with a smile.
There was a soft sound of small wheels coming from the living room entrance. Everyone turned to see a tall, thin man with a shaved head and English-styled brown mustache in a black formal outfit with a bowtie and white gloves pushing a gilded, luxurious tea cart. Said cart was carrying a fine china tea set and a three-tier dessert display filled with fancy French desserts like macarons, cannoli, tarts, eclairs, and croquembouche. There was even a fraisier on a cake dish and a fancy syphon Belgian coffee maker with brewed coffee ready to be served. John stared at the well-dressed thin man with fascination. "He must be the family butler. I wonder how long he's been serving this family?"
John then moved his eyes to the desserts which made him lick his lips with his baby tongue as he stared at the delicious fancy pastries.
"Woah! Those look delicious! Oh-ho man! I want to try those!" thought John as he tried to reach out with his baby hands despite the distance. But his hands were then gently wrapped and pushed down by his mother's hands. He looked up at her in confusion.
"I'm sorry, Johnny," she says with a small smile. "But you can't eat those desserts yet. You'll choke yourself. You need to wait until you are around two years old to safely eat those sweets. Besides, you'll need to be around six months old to start eating baby food."
Johnny pouted and flapped his lips in frustration. "Fucking god dammit! Of course! I need to wait until I'm around two years old to eat sweets. Ugh! This is going to be a pain in the ass when I'm craving for some sweets! And baby food?! Blegh! They must taste bland!"
The thin man stopped near the coffee table as he bowed his head in respect, his expression calm and stoic. "Sirs and madams, here is the earl grey along with the Belgian coffee as you requested. I also prepared the French pastries that have just been baked this morning for everyone to enjoy."
"Oh, splendid! Thank you, Ausworth," says the grandfather as he seemed excited for the tea and snacks. "They look as delicious as the ones in Paris. Am I right, Gwen?"
"Oh, Alfred," says the grandmother, known as Gwen, who smacked playfully on her husband's shoulder. "You know Ausworth makes the best desserts than the ones back in France."
Everyone chuckled while John watched the interaction. He was happy to learn the names of his new grandma and grandpa as well as the butler. Though he couldn't believe the butler's name has the suffix, worth, like other fictional butler names such as Pennyworth from Batman and Duckworth from Ducktales. However, John was enjoying the lovely social atmosphere of this family get-together that it made him smile.
"Your tea brewing skills are excellent as always, Ausworth. Go ahead and serve the tea to everyone. I'll have mine with milk and with some cannoli to enjoy," says Seth as he turns to Peter. "Will you join us?"
Peter shook his head. "Sorry, Seth. I have another family to visit, and I need to return to my office at the hospital. But I'll take a coffee and some macarons to go. Oh, and I would like some cream froths in my coffee with two sugar cubes if you please, Ausworth."
Ausworth nodded as he finished giving everyone, including Seth, their cup of tea and dessert choice. He took a disposable coffee paper cup from the cart's bottom tray and prepared the coffee as Peter requested. Once Peter had his coffee along with some napkin-wrapped macarons in his right hand, he held his left hand up, while gripping his gladstone bag with his thumb, to wave his fingers at everyone. "Have a wonderful day, everyone. I'll see you again on Friday."
Everyone waved and said goodbye to Peter. "Ausworth," says Seth getting the butler's attention. "Can you escort Peter to the door since his hands are full?"
Ausworth nodded. "Of course, sir."
Malena then lifted John's right arm to wave his baby hand at the doctor. "Say bye-bye to the good doctor, John."
John decided to play along as a baby by making an open smile with "gaga" and "googoo" sounds which made Peter chuckle at the toddler's cuteness. Everyone, including Ausworth, smiled at the adorable scene. As Ausworth led Peter towards the foyer, Grandpa Alfred called him. "Oh! Excuse me, Ausworth. Can you get my gift that is left on the table by the front door? I would like to give it to my grandson if you please."
That caught John's attention as he was busy sucking on Malena's right pointed finger that she covered in whipped cream after scooping it from her strawberry cream tart for him to enjoy. "A gift? For me?"
Ausworth nodded and bowed his head. "Right away, sir."
Ausworth and Peter proceeded to leave the living room. Once they were out of sight, Seth looked at Alfred. "Dad. Is the gift those plushies you tried to get for my son's baby shower?"
Grandpa Alfred nodded with a huff. "Indeed. But it took me a long time to search for those toys with whatever contacts and research teams that I could hire. I do apologize for not getting them on time for the baby shower, Seth, but they were rare and almost impossible to locate for purchase. I had to spend nearly a half million dollars in an auction for the first two while the rest had to be purchased at an antique shop and a collection store at around fifty thousand dollars for each."
Malena's eyebrows lifted when she heard how much her father-in-law spent on her son's gift. "Oh my. Those toys are that expensive? And people still want to collect them even after the incidents the company suffered in the '80s?"
"Oh, yes, sweetie," says Seth taking a sip of his tea before biting into a cannolo. "I read an article in Forbes magazine that those toys are still popular despite the tragic incidents. Even parents who lived as kids during the '80s gave away those plushies to their children or sold them in auctions."
Grandma Gwen took a sip of her tea before turning to her husband. "Still, I'm a bit concerned about those toys' origins. I've read some rumors in gossip articles that talk about that company's products that have harmed some people, including children. Are those plushies safe?"
"Oh, pish posh," Alfred says while waving his right hand dismissively. "Those are just rumors with no evidence to back up such claims. I'm sure they were created to further discredit the company in retaliation for their neglect of customer safety and the missing children incidents. Besides, these were made during Seth's childhood, and you know how much he loved them. Right, my son?"
"Oh, yeah. I did have fun with those toys when I was around three years old. Seems like a long time ago."
John was confused as he wondered what his parents and grandparents were talking about. "Is there something wrong with my gift? What company are they talking about that has such rumors? Are my toys dangerous? What's this about missing children? And what could make some plushie toys so popular that they are now considered rare collection items?"
Everyone became quiet as Ausworth returned to the living room, carrying a big golden gift box with a gold ribbon wrapped around the sides and tied into a bow on top of the lid. John looked at the gift box in awe. He had never received such a fancy present in his previous life. He can see the ribbon sparkle under the sunlight coming from the windows.
With a smile, Alfred put his teacup and saucer on the coffee table before standing up to receive the gift from the butler. With a nod of thanks, Albert walked over to Malena and John before kneeling on the rug and placing the present down on the floor. Ausworth stood by the cart with his hands held together in the front.
"John. This is a special gift from me and your grandmother. It was hard to find such rare toys, but it was worth the money and effort to get them for you. Are you ready, my dear boy?" he says with a smile showing his white teeth.
John, curious about what his grandfather got for him, decided to keep up his act as a baby by giggling with a smile with his arms reaching towards the gift. He can feel the rush of adrenaline and excitement rushing through his veins that he hadn't felt in a long time. The eagerness to open a golden present made him feel like a kid again. "Yes! Yes! Come on! Let me open it already, Grandpa Alfred!"
"Haha! Looks like my grandson is excited. Malena, come and bring him down on the rug so he can open his present."
Malena slowly got up with John still in her arms and sat down on the floor, making sure her baby son was placed on her lap and held in her arms comfortably. Seth joined his wife on the floor as well as he sat on his knees. Making sure to keep up his act, John pulled the ribbons on the sides as though he was trying to get the lid to open. Both Alfred and Seth helped the child to undo the ribbons by pulling the two ends of the bow. They let John push the lid up as the baby pushed it sideways and let it fall on the rug.
"Atta, boy! Ok, get ready, John. You're going to love these as much as your father did when he was your age," says Albert as he reached into the box with both hands. With a smile, Albert increased the suspense by looking at his grandson while keeping his hands inside the box. John kept bouncing on his mother's lap as he tried to lean forward as far as he could to see inside the box.
"John," Alfred says as he slowly lifts his hands to unveil four large plushies. John's smile faltered and his eyes widened in shock as he stared at the plushies he recognized from his old life. "Meet Freddy Fazbear and his friends. Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy. The number one band to bring fun and magic to all kids!"
John stared at the plushies, eyes widening more in horror. His baby heart began to pound fast in his chest that he could hear it in his head. His mind was having a hard time processing what he was seeing and what it meant in his current situation. But he knows what it meant once he saw those familiar plushies.
It was impossible to not recognize their designs.
The brown bear with the top hat and bow tie, the yellow chicken wearing a white baby bib with yellow words "LET'S EAT!" while holding the pink Mr. Cupcake in her right plush limb, the purple bunny with a red bow tie, and finally the red fox with an eye patch over its right eye.
"Fre-Freddy…Fa-Fazb-bear?! A-nd Chica…, B-Bonnie, and…F-Foxy?! Oh-my-fuck'in-GOD! I'm in Scott Braden Cawthon's Five Nights at Freddy's Universe?!"
"Awww. Look, everyone, he likes them," says Seth with a happy smile. "Look at how his cute eyes widen in awe."
Everyone cooed at the cute expression on John's disbelief face. They believed that the baby boy liked his new toys.
But John did not like them at all. He feared those toys. His FNAF knowledge that has been buried deep in his mind resurfaced fast, but he manages to quickly process every event and lore from the horror games and stories from the novels and chapter books. Including the massive amounts of fan theories that are complex and hard to remember. For all he knows, those plushies could have a paranormal curse waiting to put him through mental torture by emitting artificial illusions of nightmare animatronic monsters to make him suffer an abnormal paranoia before taking his life like all the victims in Scott's FNAF chapter books.
As a fan of the FNAF series from his old life, John could only do one thing when a fan realizes he has been reborn in a horror universe.
PPPPFFFFFTTTTT!
He shits and pisses his diaper.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
And screams in horror, but as a baby, it sounded different, like this.
"WWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
…
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUCCCCKKK!"
John was back in his baby room in his crib. It was nighttime at around 9 p.m. The curtains were drawn closed and the room was dark, save for the night light on the nightstand that was projecting a blue nebula starry night on the ceiling. Despite the calming glow that should lull him to sleep, John couldn't sleep. He was too scared to go to sleep. He was also really angry that he kept pounding the mattress of his crib with his baby fists while lying on his back.
"Dammit! Fucking god dammit!" John cried making more poundings on his mattress. "Of all places to be reborn, it had to be Scott Cawthon's fucking FNAF universe! Why couldn't it be GTA V, Talespin, Lou's Lagoon, or Lackadaisy! I wouldn't mind being reborn an anthro cat in the Prohibition Era of rising gangsters and bootleggers! It's what I prefer than transmigrating into a fictional, horror game universe known for its paranormal activities, ghost-possessed killer animatronics, and a psychotic, sociopathic child killer who always comes back from the dead!"
John huffed and pounded the mattress one last time before letting his baby arms relax on both sides. His gold-amber eyes glared up at the projected stars on the ceiling as he felt his mind finally letting out the last anger within him and began to feel his body calming down. With his body relaxed, he began to think clearly.
"What am I going to do?" he moaned in his thoughts. "I'm stuck in a baby's body and I can't do anything to defend myself against the paranormal horrors of Fazbear Entertainment, including their killer robots and…ugh…the Purple Guy. I'll be dead in seconds. I don't want to die and get my soul trapped in an animatronic. I can't imagine the kind of torture involving spiritual pain and agony that awaits me! Dammit! I was just given a second chance! Am I really going to die again?!"
John felt tears at the corner of his eyes about to spill. He wanted to cry as his mind went through the memories of the death of each MC from the chapter stories of Fazbear Frights and Tales From The Pizzaplex. He can remember how each MC died in their own tragic and horrible way which brought shivers to John's nerves. He hugged himself as he rolled to his left side, facing the wall next to the crib's bars, and clenched his eyes shut trying to push away the FNAF horrors in his mind.
As he was about to cry, he suddenly felt a sense of resolve erupting in his mind. A resolve to live, no matter what.
"No…No! No! NO! I WILL NOT DIE!"
John rolled back up into a sitting position with a new determination on his baby face. His amber eyes narrowed with a tight small frown on his lips as he stared forward. "I'm going to live! I won't let some paranormal horrors of a fictional game take away my second chance at living a new life! Especially when I can enjoy the benefits and luxury of a well-known wealthy family. I have the knowledge! I have the theories! I know the antagonists! I just need a way to defeat them and I can live my life in easy comfort!"
John turned his head to the right. Through the bars, he glared at the plushies of Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy. All four were placed by his mother and father in a sitting position on the white wool rug facing my crib so that they are "watching over him to protect him from nightmares" while John sleeps peacefully. John scoffed at that. He can see their huge round eyes staring at him blankly. Creepy.
But he wasn't scared. Why? He already checked those plushies for any illusion chips and was relieved that they are just regular plushies.
He was furiously mad at those merchandise of FE for making him shit and piss his diapers in front of his parents and grandparents, including the butler. He never felt such humiliation, especially when his mother, Malena, changed his diaper in the same living room on the floor while laying on a soft blanket. He can even smell the nasty odor of his massive pile of soft feces mixed with urine that made him nauseated.
After Malena finished his diaper change, she placed John in his playpen in the living room while Grandpa Alfred placed the plushies next to him. John didn't want to be next to them nor play with them, but since his grandpa worked hard and spent a lot of money to get such rare toys he hugged the closest plush, Freddy, and pretended to giggle to please his grandpa.
Once the parents and seniors were busy talking to each other on the couch while enjoying their tea, John quickly inspected the plushies by squishing them hard to feel for any foreign hard objects inside them. He hoped they didn't have something like an illusion disk that could give him hallucinations of nightmare animatronics like the old Fredbear plush that was once owned by the Crying Child. He was relieved to find none and only felt the soft cotton inside the plush, but he groaned in despair when he saw their tags sewn on their bottoms. Instead of showing a Sanshee or Funko logo, the tags showed the familiar Fazbear Entertainment logo with the year of their production, 1985. The year of the Missing Children Incident. It felt like a bad omen to John.
John angrily pointed his right finger at the plushies. "As for you plushy spawns of hell! You little bastards humiliated me by making me shit and piss my pants!" John thought as he turned his pointed gesture into a knuckle sandwich and shook it at the toys. "I'm going to make sure I use you guys as my punching bags as punishment during our playtime tomorrow. No one humiliates me like that and get's away with it. If you cotton bag fuckers show any intentions of trying to bite me, hallucinate me with nightmare robots, or steal my soul, I'll throw you all into the fireplace when it's lit up by my butler and you can burn to ashes! You hear me! I will fuck'in burn you, bastards!"
After relieving his anger, he relaxed back on the crib's mattress and stared up at the ceiling. He steadied his breathing and cleared his mind to calm himself so he can focus on what he should do next. "Alright, now that I've got my frustration out of my system, I need to make a lifelong plan."
He began to organize his thoughts on his knowledge of the FNAF universe. John wanted to write down his entire knowledge of FNAF in a journal, but he knew that he needs to wait until he is around two years old to hold a pencil and be able to write. However, John still went through his memories to understand his current situation.
"Okay, it's the year 2005, the year I'm born, and I have eighteen years until the year 2023 for the owners of FE to open the Fazbear Frights Horror Attraction," John thought as he crossed his baby arms over his chest while rubbing his baby chin with his right point finger. "The Bite of '83, Charlie Emily's murder, the Missing Children Incident, the Bite of '87, and the events of the first, second, and fourth games of FNAF have already passed. So that means…oh fuck."
John groaned as he realizes what has become of the infamous Purple Guy. "William Afton must still be trapped inside the Spring Bonnie springlock suit inside the hidden safe room in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I know he'll come back in 2023 at Fazbear Frights during its first-week opening on the second night. Fuck. How am I going to kill that undead wanker if he's a walking corpse trapped inside an animatronic suit that gives him the durability and enhance strength to kill a human with his mechanical hands?"
John thought hard from what he can remember based on his FNAF knowledge. He knows that fire seems to be the only solution to take down the undead killer, but Afton seems to find a way to return. The first attempt to kill him with fire was the burning of the Fazbear Frights, then the fire at Freddy Fazbear Pizza Simulation which was set off by Henry Emily, and finally underneath the Mega Pizzaplex within the ruins of the Freddy Fazbear Pizza. But Afton still keeps on coming back as Springtrap, Scraptrap, Glitchtrap, and Burntrap. John wants to put him down permanently and erase all the paranormal anomalies in this FNAF universe so he can live his wealthy life in peace with no worries about any unnatural dangers.
"Fuck. I'm thinking like Tanya Degurechaff from the anime Yojo Senki," he thought with a deadpan expression as he laid his arms on both sides of his body. "Well, Tanya knew a war was coming that she knew she wouldn't be able to survive as a child. Foreseeing her life on the line, she had to join the military at a young age to get the training needed for survival. Then she made plans to rise through the ranks in hopes to get a position as a strategic advisor behind the front lines which she views as a safe and easy job with luxurious benefits while trying to end the war so she can retire peacefully. If I was in her shoes, I would do the same."
John then became quiet. He stared up at the ceiling for a few moments as he went through more of his memories, trying to remember more of his FNAF knowledge. He wasn't sure what happened between 1995 and 2023 as it served as a time skip. He then remembered the chapter stories of FNAF Fazbear Frights. The stories seem to fit in the timeline between the closings of Freddy Fazbear pizzerias and the opening of Fazbear Frights.
John became more agitated as he remembers the strange anomalies within the stories. Anomalies like the ball pit of Jeffry's Pizza, Fetch the animatronic dog, Lonely Freedy, the Plushtrap Chaser, Lucky Boy, the Sea Bonnies, Gumdrop Angel, and the Blackbird. He didn't want to see or get near those paranormal entities that could kill him. But if he wants to live in peace, he knows he needs to find a way to get rid of them. More like destroy them!
"But how?" he thought, getting frustrated. "How can I get rid of those paranormal beings that are unnatural to this modern world? What? Is there a paranormal scientist in this FNAF world who-. Wait a minute!"
He remembered a man, a scientist most likely, in the Fazbear Fright epilogue stories. The character is supposed to be some kind of a paranormal scientist who is studying the paranormal activities around Freddy Fazbear's locations. "What was his name? Name? His name? Ummm…Dr. Tal…Dr. Talblurt… ! Yes! That guy is researching and using remnant to save his sick daughter, Renelle. I need to find that guy and recruit him! Oh. And that other scientist…uh…what's his name…ummm…Phil…Phineas. Phineas Taggart! He's the guy who studies the strange energy of human emotions affiliated with inanimate objects. Yeah! I should get him in too. If I have those two geniuses on my side, they can help me in my mission to destroy those paranormal horrors of Freddy Fazbear."
John smiled as he felt his blood veins rushing with confidence. He giggled as he clapped his hands feeling like he found the answers to his problems. However, he remembered a piece of important information concerning Phineas Taggart. His eyes widen as he remembers the animatronic created by Taggart.
"Oh fuck. Of course. He also creates the Stitchwraith and is killed upon its activation when it touches Taggart with its fingers. I think it's called Agonizing Touch. Ugh!" John shivered, imagining Taggart being electrocuted to death.
"Oh yeah. There's also that other evil animatronic. The most deadly and cunning of them all," John thought, narrowing his eyes as he thought about the main antagonist of the Fazbear Fright series.
"Eleanor."
As a former FNAF fan, John finds Eleanor the most dangerous animatronic whose cunning manipulation could rival William Afton's charisma in luring children to the safe room. John remembers in the story, To Be Beautiful, how she lied and deceived a young teenager, Sarah, into believing that she can transform the girl to be beautiful only to end up having her entire body parts replaced with junk parts making her into an obsolete animatronic doomed to fall apart. The only item keeping her together was the heart-shaped necklace filled with remnant. In the end, Sarah died a slow and agonizing death as she fell apart, piece by piece, once the necklace accidentally came off. She pleaded with Eleanor to help her, but that evil animatronic left her to die as she transformed her appearance into Sarah's old physical form.
To John, Eleanor should quickly be scrapped, have her parts melted down, and buried deep into the earth to end her permanently. He sees her as nothing but a moving death machine and a threat to all human lives. A mysterious mechanical entity of evil that appeared out of nowhere with claims of being her owner or creator. Fan theories have suggested that she was built by Afton due to her design being almost similar to Circus Baby's, but taller, slender, and elegant. With the lore timeline so subtle and no information about her past, John would not be able to know how, where, and when Eleanor will start her killings of the teens to absorb their agony. He will have to research and make his investigation to find out more about Eleanor on this world's internet once he reaches around the age of two or three.
"Hopefully, I'll be ready before I see newspapers and media depicting missing teens who interacted with an animatronic that looks like Eleanor before disappearing. The moment I find her, I will scrap her quickly and be done with it," John thought with his determination to kill that she-devil animatronic for his survival sake to live a comfortable life.
Then his eyes widen as he couldn't believe he had forgotten about the two most important people of the FNAF world who have close relations with William Afton. It may be the year 2005, but those two should still be alive. "Oh, dang it! How can I forget about them? Michael Afton and Henry Emily! Michael must be a purple zombie by now, but how is he living amongst the public? He probably has to disguise himself to hide his grotesque figure and be able to get hired in a low-paying job to sustain himself. And Henry! If I'm correct, he disappeared after the tragic death of his daughter, Charlie. I wonder where he is?"
John shook his head. He knows that there is no additional information explaining what the two have been doing before the Freddy Fazbear Pizza Simulation event begins. All he has is memories of fanfiction stories and theories made by fans that are hardly helpful in locating the two. "I'll have to look through old newspapers and search the internet to see if I can locate them. They can be of help to take down Afton."
"But for now. I can't do anything but enjoy my first two years as a baby before I can set my plans to graduate high school early," he thought, feeling a tinge of nervousness about living his life in a horror universe. "But, hey! No worries! All I need to do is stay away from the attractions, facilities, and pizzerias of Fazbear Entertainment and I can live out my new childhood in luxurious comfort. It's not like my family will be dumb enough to buy out an infamous company like Fazbear Entertainment."
John then felt his eyelids becoming heavy. They were beginning to droop.
"Guess all that frustration has tuckered me out," he thought as he made a yawn. "I'll just get some sleep for now. Tomorrow will be another day…"
John relaxed on his back as his mind finally became blank from mental exhaustion. His eyes slowly closed gently as he drifted off to sleep. His baby head turned a bit to the right before he began to make cute faint snores.
…John didn't realize he just said the infamous words that were spoken by the Crying Child's Fazbear plush.
…
…Somewhere in the realm between life and death.
The place was red. Everything was colored red with only black to color the shades. It was nothing but a vast forest of red pine trees with no borderline in sight with the sky colored red along with the clouds. It was very unnatural and strange. But for those who died a tragic death in the living realm and their souls ended up here, they know what this place is. A realm where they meet the current occupier of this realm for guidance and advice before passing on.
Said occupier is in the middle of the only large clearing of the vast red forest where a large red lake is located. The lake looked perfect for fishing or swimming. The occupier was currently sitting on a boulder close to the lake's edge while holding a fishing rod with the line already cast in the middle of the lake where the fishing floater bobbed gently on the surface. The occupier was relaxing and quiet with no sounds heard anywhere, not even a breeze or a splash.
Suddenly, the floater was pulled down and came back up, sending out a single ripple that traveled across the lake's surface until hitting the edge. This sudden movement caught the occupier's attention.
"Hm?"
The occupier, sounding like an old man based on his croaked voice but with a faint sound of a buzzing speaker, had a body of an old animatronic who could have been built by Fazbear Entertainment. His body was designed like an anthro alligator with large alligator feet, a long gator tail, a long jaw with upper sharp teeth protruding, and gator claws designed like human hands. He is dressed up like a fisherman with dark red overalls and a light red shirt. On his gator head is a large bucket hat with multiple fishing lures and hooks attached to the band with the low rims covering his black eyes that glow with small red pupils.
The anthro alligator animatronic began to slowly reel in his line while keeping his gaze on the water's surface. The floater made more ripples as the line was reeled in. Once he reeled in his line, the ripples began to fade and unveil a scene on the lake's surface. The scene was showing a newborn baby sleeping in its crib in the realm of the living.
"…Hhmmm…Interesting," said the alligator as he prepares to cast his line while staring at the baby. "Why are you there? What does your existence serve in the living?"
He cast his line, and the floater lands perfectly in the middle of the lake creating more ripples on the watery surface. The scene of the sleeping baby deteriorates by the ripples. However, more ripples kept flowing from the floater which made the alligator narrow his black eyes as he could see multiple blurry scenes of the future but are then quickly erased before being replaced with new scenes. He can hardly make sense of the images that are supposed to show multiple consequences of the child's birth.
This never happened before.
"What are you, child? Your existence has seemed to create multiple consequences that are either possible, beneficial, honorable, selfish, destructive, or avoidable?"
Suddenly, on the right side of his peripheral vision, he sees an entity that shouldn't be in this realm. It was small but glowed bright enough to light up through the dark shadows between the red pine trees. Exiting out of the tree line was a glowing blue butterfly that gently fluttered over the red lake, like a lit-up lantern in the dark.
The alligator animatronic watched with his eyes moving as the butterfly fluttered towards the end of his fishing pole and gently landed on the endpoint with its tiny six legs. He stared at the butterfly as it made gentle movements with its wings. It was as though the beautiful insect was telling him something by just using its wing movements.
After what felt like around five minutes, the alligator animatronic slowly nodded his head. He somehow understood what the butterfly was telling him, even though it was quiet around the lake clearing. "I see. Alright. I understand."
As soon as he said those words, he watched the butterfly flap up and flutter away toward the tree line. Its glowing blue light brightens the dark shades of the trees before disappearing into the distant shadows. Turning back towards the lake, he gazed at the multiple blurry images for a moment before pulling his pole up to make the floater create more ripples. The ripples brushed away the images, leaving a single scene of the same sleeping baby on the water's surface.
"We shall see how your actions and decisions affect your path and the path of those around you. Then your consequences shall be unveiled."
Heh heh heh heh heh. Sorry, Johnny Boy. Looks like you're going to focus on surviving than enjoying the wealthy life. Only it's not going to be five nights, but your entire new life.
Well, readers. The first chapter is done. I apologize it took this five months long from January 28 to type this chapter. It was challenging for me to create a fictional wealthy family that will soon obtain Fazbear Entertainment to build the pizzaplex. Still, I hope this first chapter serves as a good intro to the FNAF Isekai Breach for all of you. In case you wondering, the butterfly is an entity responsible for bringing John's soul into the FNAF universe and serves as a symbol of the butterfly effect. All because John is an anomaly that is not supposed to exist in the FNAF universe, but his presence will influence the fate of all the MCs in the Fazbear Fright series and Tales from the Pizzaplex series.
Will John be able to save them all from a horrible tragic death?
Will he give wise advice to the MCs who are arrogant, selfish, or depressed to make them better people?
What will he do to prepare for his first confrontation against Springtrap in FNAF3?
Find out in the next chapter!