A/N: Well, here we are. Another request fulfilled~!

EDIT: Here come the flames. Suppose this is what I get for branching out T_T

Added some more stuff too. No one noticed that either...*sigh*

First off, a shameless plug. I listened to Dagames FNAF song "Moving Up In the World" while writing this. Real banger of a song and really helped me write this.

Second, This...probably won't be terribly popular, since I've never done a pure story in this genre before.

So...this will either be a rousing success or an abysmal failure.

As such, the Embers Rule Persists; if folks don't like this tale, then I'll not continue it. I work two jobs these days, with only four hours to write a day. As such, I can't bear to write something folks don't like. By all means, speak up! Raise your voice! Make yourself heard!

One thing rubbed me the wrong way, despite all the bugs and glitched in the game. Well, a lot of things.

It should have been five nights. Not six hours and change. Lets fix that...with a twist.

As ever, I own no references, quotes, memes or themes. Not a wit or a one.

I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in the world.

And clearly, this is an AU...of a sort. Ready? Set? Go!

Also, clearly, Spoilers for Security Breach ahead.

Sort of? I mean, you'll see 'em if ya squint.

"She fell off the stage."

"You mean she jumped. We all saw it."

"Bad enough that Freddy glitched, but now her, too? Is this place cursed?"

"Doesn't change anything. Its closing time. Put her in safe mode, too. We don't get paid nearly enough for this...

"There. Finished. Can't believe they're closing this place down for five days. Just what the hell happened back there...?"

"Who knows? Maybe its a gas leak or something? Does it matter, not like we're getting paid for any of it; c'mon, lock the door...

~Techs.

Prologue

Roxanne's head hurt.

She didn't know why it hurt; only that it did; felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of her skull. Just thinking about it made her everything ache in the worst way; fingers of fire trailing across her eyes and face. Blinking only made it worse. A machine shouldn't be able to feel pain. She lacked the nerve endings to do so. And yet it persisted regardless.

"Stop!" she grit her teeth and growled, glaring bloody red daggers at her reflection. "Don't get distracted!"

Her mirror didn't waver. Nor did her reflection or did the phrase burning just above it. Two words seared into her retinas whenever she blinked, dancing in the corner of her gaze, a constant reminder of something she couldn't quite recall. She recognized them all the same.

Safe mode?

Roxy scowled, nearly going cross-eyed as she glared at the words only she could see. Why in blazes was she in safe mode? Hell, the recharge cycle wasn't even complete!

She whirled away from the mirror with a scowl.

Sure enough, four familiar walls gaze back at her.

Nevermind that, why was she still in her room?! Showtime was in a few minutes-no, that wasn't right. Another flash of pain hit her skull causing her to double over. She remembered the concert. Music, a sea of smiling faces below her and the others. She had seen someone, heard a voice in her head, then...nothing. Try as she might she couldn't recall the rest. Her memory remained foggy at best, outright hazy at worst. Something about routine maintenance. Repairs. Why? Had something happened? Did she do something wrong?

Why couldn't she remember?

Loser. An insidious voice whispered in the back of her head, Worthless. Good for nothing but scrap.

"Stop." She grit her teeth, stifling a his. "I'm not scrap. I'm the best."

You're a loser. You always will. Always will be.

Roxanne gripped her head, fingers fisting through her hair. "I'm not a loser...!"

Of course you are, dear. Freddy and the others are so much better than you after all. You? You're nothing.

She wasn't. She knew she wasn't. But the whispers had her now; they dragged her down, tearing away at her thoughts, turning them to so much scrap in a trap. She fought against them - for all the good it did. Her tail thrashed in thinly veiled agitation, scattering furniture.

They'll do you the same way they did Bonnie. Whatever happened to him again? Wasn't he SCRAPPED-

"No!"

It was too much. All her rage and self-loathing burst out at once. A frustrated shout built in the back of Roxanne's throat. Her claws flashed out, scarring a nearby wall. Metal shrieked. She didn't stop there. Pivoting, she dragged them down, tearing a deep divot in the metal. Her thoughts sparked and she went into a rage, striking for a third time, tearing through it entirely. Panting for breath that she didn't need, she lowered a trembling limb and glared at her handiwork.

"Shut up!" she seethed at the ruined wall. "Just...shut the hell up!"

A tiny hiccup caused her ears to twitch; her anger guttered out.

Roxy whirled to meet it. "Who's there?"

She saw it then; movement in her peripherals; a flicker of something in the corner, just by the red curtains that blocked her window. Her eyes narrowed. She saw something behind it, a shape. Too small to be Vanessa. A brief glance down confirmed her suspicions. She glimpsed pair of small shoes -sneakers really- jutting out beneath the scarlet fabric.

...you're not very good at hiding, are you?"

Someone gasped. The fabric shifted an inch to the left.

Right, no more games. Three swift steps carried Roxanne forward; a fourth brought her to the curtain, which she ripped way entirely with a triumphant cry.

"Found you!"

Sure enough there was a kid hiding behind the curtain. Ten or twelve at a stretch. They looked just as startled to see her as she was. Dark eyes framed by a mess of dirty brown hair, wrapped in worn clothes and an old red hoodie. Couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl. Regardless, they smelled. Like they hadn't had a bath in days. Something itched in her head at that. It almost sounded like a whisper. Roxy pushed it down. Scanning didn't do any good. She couldn't connect to the main network for some reason. Weird. Must be a bug or something,

A whimper reclaimed her attention. Right. Lost kid. Should probably do something about that.

"What're you doing here, kid?" her eyes narrowed. "Its past your bedtime."

The child froze. "Um...well, I was hiding...?

Even someone like Monty could see that. "From?"

They looked down. Kicked at the carpet. "...the security guard?"

Right, because that didn't sound ominous at all. Her brow quirked.

"I'm sorry!" The kid flinched anew, completely, utterly terrified. "I just...!" they cowered before her, raising her arms as though ward off a blow. "I just wanted your autograph!"

With those words, The last remnant of Roxanne's anger sputtered out. Her jaw clicked open; because she wasn't defending herself at all; they thrust a worn pad and a pen at her. Her eyes flicked to it. Down to the kid again, then back to the pad once more. Her heart did a treacherous little flip in her chest.

...really?"

"Well, yeah." The child raised their gaze, and a spark of life came back to their eyes. "You're my favorite."

Roxy's jaw, already agape, nearly fell clean off. Just like that, her dark day became a bit brighter. With numb fingers she plucked the pen and pan from his hand. Forcing her palm to be stil,l she wrote slowly, scrawling her signature onto the pad. From there she returned them.

The child snatched them back and clutched it to their chest with a cherubic smile. "Thanks! You're the best!"

Her processor twitched.

Ding-Ding-Ding! Knockout!

Too good! Too pure! Must protect...wait.

Hope flared to life in what passed for Roxanne's metal heart, muffling the ever present voices within. This! This was her chance to prove herself! No one knew there was a lost child in the Pizzaplex yet. None but her. If she brought her to the exit before closing...well, she'd have no end of bragging rights. Sure. That. She told herself that.

After all, she was the best. Surely she could do this much.

Just get the kid to the exit. Easy, right?

How little she knew.

A/N: Protect the animatronics. 'Nuff said.

A scene hre based off a comic whose name I cannot bloody rembmer.

To clarify, we're dealing with the full FIVE NIGHTS here. None of that six hour malarkey. As to the how...well. Read and see.

As such, the Embers Rule Persists; if folks don't like this tale, then I'll not continue it. I work two jobs these days, with only four hours to write a day. As such, I can't bear to write something folks don't like. By all means, speak up! Raise your voice! Make yourself heard!

Aaaand there we go. As ever, reviews keep me alive. Without them, I cannot write.

So...in the Immortal Words of Atlas...

...Review...Would You Kindly?

(Previews)

"I bet you don't have any friends...

"Hey! That's mean...

...so I'll be your first one. Whaddya say? Pretty sweet deal, huh? Hey! Why're ya smiling?!"


Freddy blinked. "Where...am I?"


"Save or destroy? Which will it be?"


"Chica, I swear to god! Stop eating trash!"


"Get your claws off him!"


"Hang on tight. now. I'm gonna run.

"Wait, wait, wait! Whaddya mean you're gonnna ruuuuun!"

Turns out she could move pretty damn fast. Kinda forgot about that bit.

R&R~!