A/N: Looking at it, I realized I don't have as much written out as I thought. But I do have the rest of the story planned!

Again, I don't like asking you guys this, but I really need ideas for Trapped, Fallen, BBP, and FDF. Reversal and ITAK are just for fun, so I'll udate those as it comes to me, but if you guys want updates on the first four, I really need help.

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"Stay with you!" Jeremy barked back, sharp as knives. Internally, some small part of him, a childish part he thought died long ago, jumped at the chance to be taken care of for once, to stay in once place for more than a couple of months, to find a home.

Mike made a distressed sound in his sleep; his eyebrows pinched together, and he turned towards the voice. Even unconscious, he sought to comfort others.

Fritz, still crying, buried himself back into Mike's side and hid his face from the mean lady who would taunt them so cruelly. The contact seemed to settle the eight year old once more, and he sank into the jackets. His face was only slightly scrunched.

"We're not staying here," Jeremy hissed, much quieter than before.

"You're too nice, Mangle," a younger, male voice called. "Why don't you go charge? You're voice box sounds terrible." The female robot nodded and retreated. Something much taller and blue came as her replacement.

It was a rabbit, that was for sure, and it was sure wearing a lot of makeup for something supposedly male. Long eyelashes fluttered against plastic cheeks as the animatronic squatted down to Jeremy's eye level. Jeremy was average height for his age, and the action was degrading and mocking.

"Hey, kiddo," the idiot greeted and reached out to tweak his nose. "I'm Bon Bon. Why don't you just listen to the adults-"

"Why, I oughta-!" Jeremy growled and pulled back his arm for a punch.

"Jerry, don't," the six year old called quietly behind him. "Mikey doesn't like it when you fight." The blonde seemed to deflate a bit at that, but he still gave the rabbit his evilest glare, the one that almost got him kicked out of third grade.

"You're an idiot," he declared instead. "And if you think any of us are stayin' for another second, you've got another thing comin'." He turned back to his boys and started to bundle Mike in the jackets. The brunette shivered and made displeased sounds, but Jeremy was determined to get them out of there.

"Now just hold on a sec," a deeper voice called. It sounded so much warmer than the stupid rabbit's, and just the friendly tone was enough to make Jeremy pause for a moment. He quickly regathered his wits and continued to make sure Mike was secure. "You want the little 'un there to get better don'cha?"

"We can take care of ourselves," Jeremy insisted. He struggled to gather Mike in his arms, but the boy's light weight and small frame made it easier than trying to carry Fritz.

"We have medicine."

The eleven year old really faltered this time. The Mangle had mentioned it before, but then he'd been distracted by the request to stay. Looking down at Mike, he knew it could be days before they found something worth enough to trade for what they needed.

"And it's warm here. We have blankets, rooms you can stay in, food..." The man continued. Jeremy's eyes remained trained on the eight year old's face.

Outside, they struggled to find even one of those things. Day to day life was a struggle, especially when taking care of three growing boys. It was near impossible when one of them was sick. To have all those things at once... It was a dream.

"And we don't... don't have to do anything?" Jeremy finally asked, still not turning around.

"No, sir. Just stay."

"Are you okay with that, Fritz?" The green eyed boy turned to his only conscious companion. The redhead looked over his shoulder at the male speaking, then back to Jeremy, and nodded. "First, let's get Mike somewhere comfortable, okay?"

He turned around to meet the eyes of one Fred Fazbear.

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A few years ago, before the thought of really running away had ever crossed his mind, a seven year old Jeremy had snuck out one night. Dad was drinking again, so he hardly noticed the back door opening and closing.

Jeremy was a good boy, and he was only running away for today. His friends at school had told him about the place they went for Susan's birthday. He had wanted to go, but Dad said he should stop 'lazing about and do his chores'. All Jeremy ever did was homework and chores, so he didn't know why Dad still thought he was a bad, lazy boy.

But Jeremy was still going to see for himself.

All the other kids said the place was magical and super fun and amazing, so he knew he had to at least take a look at the outside. The restaurant had been open for almost his entire life now, but it was all the way on the other side of town. Mama had died when he was really little, so Dad had never taken him.

With the change from the couch cushions and under the dresser, Jeremy managed to get a bus ticket across town. The bus driver gave him a funny look, but Jeremy gave his best smile and she let it go. It was exciting to ride in a bus, especially because he walked to school everyday, so he sat up really high on his seat and watched everything passing by.

When he finally arrived, he decided the building must not look fun on the outside so people were more surprised when they went in. He tried going through the shiny glass doors, but the man in the purple uniform said he had to pay first and have an adult with him.

Jeremy didn't have enough money, even if he used all his bus change. Instead, he snuck around to the back. The door was locked. He ended up sitting on the back step, crying quietly.

The blonde couldn't really tell you why he was crying. It felt like he had done a lot of work for nothing, but that wasn't the only reason. He didn't get what all the others kid did, didn't get to see the amazing, cool place they all knew. He didn't have a Mama like everyone else, either. And he really didn't want to go home where Dad would smell like beer and be mean again. It was all that and this deep, empty hole in him that had quiet tears streaming down his cheeks. But he wouldn't for the life of him be able to explain it.

Suddenly, the door opened behind him, and the seven year old spun around with a gasp, quickly wiping his eyes. Dad said crying was for babies, and so he never let anyone see if he was crying.

"Hallo, little 'un," the cheerful looking bear greeted. Jeremy's innocent green eyes widened, and he stared with unreserved awe. "Why're you here all by yerself?"

"M-my friends were talking about this place, and I wanted to come see since Dad wouldn't let me," the boy fumbled out. He awkwardly made his way to his feet so he could look at the bear more closely.

"You should really listen to your parents. Why don't you come in and we'll give him a ring-"

Jeremy's eyes flooded with tears again. He quickly wiped them before they could fall, but the bear had already seen. The older male just dropped to one knee and pulled the boy into a hug. The seven year old gasped and stiffened, afraid of being touched. Gradually he calmed down enough to wrap his arms around the big bear and hide his face in the plastic brown chest.

"What's yer name, son?" The bear asked. Jeremy gave him a shy smile and scraped his toe on the ground.

"Jeremy. What's yours?" He replied quietly.

"I'm Fred, Fred Fazbear."

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A/N: Does anyone like the way I'm presenting this story? It's kind of like there are two simultaneous timelines, the past and the present, so you can have the whole picture.

On a different note in the other hand, who else believes Freddy Fazbear is southern? (When I was typing that, I made a typo 'Freddy Faxbear' who I believe works in an office and lives on coffee.)

QUESTION OF THE UPDATE: What did you guys get for Christmas? I'm excited to hear this, and I love sharing stories with people! (Which is probably why I'm on this website!) I got a lot of Harry Potter Hogwarts gear, some of those adorable Disney Tsum Tsums, and some amazing jewelry!