Short chapter alert! Sorry, guys...this did not want to be written...I'm much more excited for the next one. Let's just say: Little Robby gets to meet the minions then. But, right now...Robby gets to spend some time with Andrew...and go through the wrath of Jeremy.

Chapter 5

"OF ALL THE STUPID THINGS YOU COULD HAVE DONE, WHY WOULD YOU GO WITH HIM!?" Jeremy roared as the two walked back into the house.

"Dad, why are you keeping me from the only real family I have left!?" Robby demanded.

"I don't want you going with that man," Jeremy growled.

"He's my grandfather!"

"I'M YOUR FATHER!" Jeremy snarled, "You are not going with that man and that's fi…!"

Suddenly, Jeremy gave a strangled groan and he reached out to grab the hall table as his knees buckled. Robby rushed forwards and grabbed his father, leading him towards the couch and sitting him down, rushing to the kitchen to get some ice.

Fractured images flashed before Jeremy's eyes as the darkness tried to close in. He could have sworn he saw Emily standing beside him, touching a cool hand to his forehead.

"Em…?" Jeremy rasped as the pain that throbbed along his scar started to fade and his vision cleared.

"Save them," she whispered, "He needs to save them…save us,"

And with that, she was gone.

Robby returned with the ice, just to see Jeremy sitting up on the couch with his head in his hands.

"Dad?"

Jeremy sighed and looked up at him.

"Alright," he sighed, "You can go…just…promise me you'll call if something bad happens, ok?"

"Ok,"

Andrew had picked up Robby like he had said, but Robby wasn't really paying attention as Andrew tried to talk to him. The boy was still trying to figure out what his father had said.

"Dad…why are you just suddenly letting me go?" I asked

"…Because I made a promise, and I have to keep it," Dad said, "The mission has to be finished,"

"What?"

"…You'll understand someday. I just hope you won't hate me when you find out,"

Robby shook his head. Why would he hate his father? And what mission?

"Hey, you still alive there?"

Robby jerked out of his thoughts and turned to his grandfather.

"Sorry, just thinking," he admitted, "I didn't realize anyone from Mama's side of the family was still alive. I mean, Uncle Robby died in '87, Gram died the year before I was born, and then Mom died ten years ago…she never mentioned you,"

"Your mother and grandmother didn't exactly like to talk about me," Andrew admitted, "After your uncle died, I never saw either of them again. And when the newspaper listed your mother and Robby among those that were killed…I just assumed that it was true. I had no idea that the paper got it wrong,"

"It was to keep the killer off Mama's tail," Robby explained as the two went into the house and Andrew started showing him around.

"Seems like it worked somewhat," Andrew nodded, "She stayed alive until ten years ago,"

"Yeah… she did," Robby muttered.

"Anyway," Andrew changed the subject as he clapped his hands, "I'll show you to your room…"

They walked down the hall and Andrew opened a door, revealing a small room painted in blues and greens.

"This was your uncle's room…I tried to keep it fixed up as best as possible, but well…I guess time takes its toll on everything," Andrew apologized, "Anyway, you've got the run of the house. There's just one door I don't want you going through without me, ok?"

"And that is?"

"Come with me," Andrew instructed, and he and Robby walked down the hall to another room.

Andrew opened the door and walked inside, Robby tailing him…only to stop and stare at the broken, terrifying and torn up bots that lay crumpled on the floor. Andrew then herded Robby out and patted his shoulder as he closed the door.

"Now you see why," he nodded, "The place is a mess and I don't want you to get hurt. I've just got one other rule, Robby,"

"What?"

"Whatever you do…do not go out of your room from midnight to six. Got it?"

"…I'll be asleep during that time, but ok," Robby shrugged.

Andrew patted his arm and walked towards the kitchen.

"I'll get dinner ready, you can look around the house more if you want,"

Robby did look around the house. And he found something of great interest to him. It was another room: white with painted, faded blue stars. It was notably smaller than his uncle's old room, had a bed with a gold and white quilt, a closet, and strangely two doors instead of one leading to the hallways…and judging by the layer of dust on the nightstand, it was pretty much abandoned. But, Robby felt a connection to the room and investigated further.

He walked over to the bed, sitting down on the quilt…and accidently bumping a music box on the nightstand. The box started to play a familiar tune and Robby froze. He pulled out the silver locket around his neck and opened it, letting it play…

The tunes matched.

This…this was his mother's room.

"Robby!?"

"In here!" the boy called, watching as his grandfather's form appeared in one of the doors, a frown sketched over his face before clearing instantly and not escaping Robby's notice.

"Hey, I'm sorry…I ordered some pizza, but I got called into work…I won't be back before six, you'll be alone in the house…" Andrew apologized, "That ok?"

"Fine with me," Robby shrugged, "I'll just stay in here until you get back. Don't leave before six right?"

"Right," Andrew nodded, "And if those bots activate at night…they shouldn't, but if they do, there's a flashlight in the nightstand. They don't like it if you shine the light in their eyes. But…um…if you open the doors during that time period and you hear breathing in the halls…shut the door and wait a few seconds, okay? Do not turn that flashlight on if you hear it. They become really aggressive if you do that,"

He pulled down the collar of his shirt, revealing the claw marks left by Mike.

"Just…don't leave the room, ok?" he asked.

"Ok," Robby nodded.

What they two didn't know…was that they were being watched from the vent. The Marionette slid backwards through the shiny silver walls chuckling to herself.

"It won't matter if you leave the room or not, boy," she grinned maliciously, "Because we're coming for you in any case,"

She shuddered lightly as she remembered the boy's face.

"Your mother is gone…but you remain…I will not have you take my puppets away from me. That is a promise. You will die, Robert Samuel Matthew Schmidt II…" the Marionette smiled evilly as the bright silver lights set in its eyes flared, "You will die by your mother's hand,"

Let the games begin! I just finished Mark's playthrough (what he has up anyway) and I'm guessing there's two bite incidents. '87 and '83. FNAF4 deals with '83 apparently. Who knows, maybe it'll get mentioned, maybe not...but I've heard some rumors that there is a new bot...naturally I had to look. Nightmare is...kinda scary looking. And I will say this...you will get to see Nightmare in Demons...but not as you expect. Anyway, next up is Robby's first night...and he gets to meet some of the bots (most particularly, the three Stooges) and remember...wherever those three are...Matt is not far behind...

Also, the music box/locket is actually to the tune of the music box portion of 'Davy Jones' from Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest or World's End, I can't remember which...but it has the lyrics of Ioreth's Song from Shadow of Mordor. I thought it kinda fit perfectly.

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.