"The Origin's of Freddy's - Shawn Chapter 1
A FNAF FanFiction
"Are you okay, Shawn? Do you need help?" my mom asked me, with a slightly worried look on her face. "It's all good mom! I'm fine." I said with a smile on my face as we entered the pizzeria. "Hurry up, mom" Spirit yelled at mom, who was too exited and robust for his own good. "Shawn, it will be a little bit until you're friends get here. Why don't you rest you're knee for a bit on one of those chairs." she said, pointing to a chair by the door. "Sure." I'm just gonna be over with Spirit. Will you be okay by yourself?" She asked with a sincere look on her face. "Yeah. You go with Spirit. I'll be right here the whole time!" I said, with yet again another cheery smile. "Okay, bud. I'll be back over when it's about time for you're friends to get here." "Got it, mom." I said as she walked away with Spirit. Time passed on, moving slower, and slower, until every second felt like an hour, a day, and soon a week. I was consumed with my mind, until a curious looking man in a purple top with clearly noticeably greasy brown, a beige security hat, and with a Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria badge walked over to me. "Hello, son." He greeted me. I felt nervous at first, until I saw the badge. "Hello, sir." I answered back. "Would it happen to be you're birthday?" He asked. I don't know why, but I suddenly started to get a very bad vibe from this man, making me want to get him away from me as fast as humanly possible. "Uh, yeah." I nervously answered back. "Okay. When you're party gets here I'll see if I can find you. Golden Freddy would want to see you." He answered in a slightly wacko-creepy weirdo voice. "Okay." I answered in a very nervous voice, yet letting the feeling spread to my face this time, what I was truly feeling inside. He seemed to relish in this fact, making me actually scared now. "Okay, son. emSee you then." He said in a double creepy voice, now making a bead of sweat drop down my face, with me nervously swallowing my spit, while also clutching my chair for what seemed like dear life. "Good." He answered with a laugh, but not a pleasant laugh like when someone tells a really good joke. The type of laugh psychopaths make when they just found their next victim. "Oh my gosh, Shawn! Just stay calm. Just avoid that guy. Out of sight, out of mind, right?" I thought, and I must have looked terrified because my mom came over just a few minutes later, and she looked quite concerned. "Shawn? Shawn... Shawn!" My mom yelled at me, until I was out of a strange trance of fear I accidentally put myself in a strange trance, unaware of my mom calling my name. "Are you okay, Shawn? You look like you've seen a ghost!" "Yeah. I'm fine. It's all good." With a lackluster smile on my face. "It's almost time for your friends to get here. Let's sign in for your table, okay?" My mom said with the gentleness of an angel in her voice, which made me forget all the terror I faced with that strange man seem to disappear in a matter of seconds. "Okay, mom." I said with a small smile. "Do you need help up? "No, it's okay mom. I'm fine." So me and my mom headed over to the reception desk to sign in for my table. After mom was done, she asked me to stay by myself at the desk, as she would be back once our table is ready. "Just stay there and wait for your friends, okay? I just gotta stay with Spirit." "Okay, mom." I did have a small rock in the pit of my stomach, though. What if I encountered that man again? What would I do then? Well, this clearly isn't the time to think about this. It's my birthday party, for heavens sake! "Hey Shawn! Happy birthday, bro!" I heard a very familiar voice yell from the entrance of the pizzeria. "Thanks, Maine! Good to see ya showed up!" I said with obvious joking in my voice, very happy to see my friend Maine. "I'm here! I'm not late, am I?!" I heard yet another very familiar voice yell to me. "Of course you're not late, Miles! You're the second one here!" I said with more excitement in my voice. "Woo-hoo! I'm not late! Yeah! I was worried you guys were gonna start the party without me!" Miles said, way more pumped and excited than he normally was. Then I suddenly saw Brandon enter the pizzeria. "Oh! Hey Brandon!...Why are you wearing a hat?" With curiosity in my voice "Do you really need to know?" Brandon replied in a mad-glum hybrid of a mood. "Hey, bro. No need to get mad." I replied to Brandon "Sorry. I'm just not in the best mood. I'm just really mad at my mom." Brandon replied apologetically. "It's all good, bro. Just cheer up." I said with a smile as sweet as candy "So wha- Hey!" Brandon yelled out at Maine, who stole his hat, as she circled around Brandon trying to avoid his gaze, but he saw. He quickly tried to cover his hair with his hands, but it was too late. We already all saw. "Ahh, purple hair?" Maine said to Brandon, teasing him about his new life choice. "So how did that happen?" Maine spoke out again, in a questioning yet teasing tone. "Though I have to say, it's a good look for you." I injected, while Brandon's expression said 'You're being sarcastic, aren't you?' I was being sincere. He should seriously consider keeping the purple hair. It's a good look on him. "Hey gu- What the hell happened, Brandon?" Carlisle spoke out as he joined us in our little huddle. "Long story short, my mom accidentally mixed her hair dye into my shampoo." Brandon said in a very agitated voice, hinting there was very little patience left in his being. "It is a good look for you." Carlisle said, in a voice where I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or serious, yet I just went with it. "That's what I said!" I added ecstatically. "C'mon people! You're tables ready!" My mom yelled over to us. "Thanks!" We all replied at once, heading over to our table. We all sat down at our circular table for five, with Maine to my left, Miles to my right, Carlisle to left of Miles, and Brandon to the right of Maine. Then, our waiter headed over to us. "Hello, I'll be your waiter today, my names Tiffany. Can I start you off with drinks?" The waitress asked in a cheery tone. None of us had to speak out, since we all decided that Maine would do all of our orders, just to make this a little more simple. "A root beer float for me, a cola for the brown-haired one, a water for the platinum blonde, a ginger ale for the dirty blonde one, and a grape soda for the purple haired fellow." Maine said, a little more upbeat than normal. "I'll be right back with your drinks" said the waitress. "Oh, nice. The soda matches the hair, Brandon! Did you plan that or something?" Maine said in an exited tone, yet her expression said sarcasm. "Yeah, totally." Brandon said with absolutly no humor in his voice, again with a stone-cold expression. "Come on, dude. Cheer up!" Carlisle said to Brandon "C'mon, bro. It's my birthday! The birthday boy commands you to be happy, and you can't say no!" I said triumphantly. "And why can't I say no?" Brandon asked "Because it's ma birthday, and you have to do whatever I say during this party." "Oh, fine" Brandon said, finally cracking a smile "See! There we go!" "Yo guys! Have you guys decided on a movie for tonight yet?" "Oh, not yet." I answered "I say Labyrinth!" Brandon said, excited "I say Little Monsters." Carlisle added "I think we should watch Piranha!" Miles said, very excited now "What about you, Maine?" Miles asked Maine, who was staring off into space. "Oh, wait, what were we talking about?" Maine asked, finally out of her strange trance, which slightly concerned me. "Are you okay, Maine?" Carlisle asked. "Yeah, you look really...distracted, or something" I said with immense care. "Yeah. I'm fine." Maine said in a tone that wouldn't fool anyone. "I guess I just spaced out, or something." Maine said, nervously laughing as to lift the veil of awkwardness that incassed us all, but didn't do any good. "Oh look, our drinks." I said with a smile. "Now can I take you main order?" The server, Tiffany, asked. "One large pizza, please." Maine spoke for us with a lackluster amount of confidence. "Half plain cheese, other half mushrooms, black olives, pepperoni, and sausage please." Maine finished. "Okay, it should be out in 45 to 60 minutes." She then was about to walk away, but stopped mid-stride. "Do we have a birthday, here?" The server asked with suspicious curiosity in her voice "Oh. No. Just at the other table." I said with a strange tone, and a feeling deep in the pit of my stomach. All I could think about now was that purple-shirted man. My stomach felt twisted and tied. I felt like I was gonna barf. And as I was about to run to the washroom, I felt us being watched, though I could not pinpoint by who...or what.
Freddy Fazbear and all associated with "Five Nights at Freddy's" video game "Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox,Pirate Cove,Freddy Fazbear, and Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria" are all copyrighted to Scott Cawthon. Everything else including my own characters is copyrighted to zeldafangirl101 on FanFiction