Greetings.
Before you continue, there are a few things that I need to clarify.
I am not affiliated with the FNaF franchise, or Scott Cawthon.
This work is a tribute to the classic FNaF games. I took inspiration from JoeDoughBoi's interpretation of the original timeline. I recommend you give it a watch, as it's quite impressive. It offers a solution to the original, pre-retcon storyline, without resorting to the controversial 'Dream Theory'.
To summarise, this story uses lore found exclusively in the main tetralogy, FNaF World, as well as the first novel, The Silver Eyes. Lore introduced in future games may be taken into account, but will be ignored if it contradicts what is found in the classic games.
This story also contains some dark themes, so keep the rating in mind. Enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Five Empty Chairs
*Fredbear's Family Diner, 1983
"Wow, your brother is kind of a baby, isn't he?"
The condescending tone of that taunt forced little Sammy to open his eyes. Through his teary vision, he distinguished the four hostile figures surrounding him.
He fluttered his eyelids, which allowed him to more clearly see that four boys, twice as tall as he was, were looming over him.
Each of them was wearing a mask. One of a red fox, one of a blue bunny, one of a yellow chicken, and lastly, one of a brown bear. Despite their disguises, Sammy recognized his older brother among them. He clenched his fists at the sight of him.
Mike gave Sammy a long hard look through his fox mask, and couldn't help but agree with his friend.
Today was his eighth birthday, and his party was going to begin in just half an hour. Instead of being excited or happy, like a normal kid, he was crying under a table, like always.
"It's hilarious," he finally said. "Why don't we help him get a closer look! He'll love it!"
Upon hearing that suggestion, Sammy's eyes widened, threatening to pop out of their sockets.
"No, please!" he cried.
"Come on, guys, let's give this little man a lift," Mike proposed, snapping his fingers. "He wants to get up close and personal."
On a whim, the birthday boy felt his feet leave the ground, as his brother hoisted him up, with the help of his friend who was wearing the bunny mask. The two other boys simply followed along and laughed, as Sammy was being carried to the stage.
"No! I don't want to go!" he protested in vain, to which Mike chuckled.
"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Ha ha ha!"
The reason Sammy was this afraid of this restaurant, lied in its main attractions; Spring Bonnie, the yellow bunny, and of course, Fredbear, the yellow bear animatronic. On the surface, Fredbear would just sing to entertain the patrons, but Sammy knew the truth. He had seen it with his own eyes.
He had seen a man get eaten by Fredbear once, but no one believed him. He didn't want to become food!
From Mike's perspective, Sammy was just a scaredy cat. He had spent the last few days trying to come up with a way of toughening him up, but to no avail.
His over-the-top reactions were admittedly quite funny, but if progress was to be made, he would have to utilise the old fashioned strategy; force him to confront his fears directly.
With every step toward the stage taken, the mechanical whirring of the animatronics grew louder in Sammy's ears, which absolutely terrified him.
"Charlie…help…" he muttered between sobs.
"Hey, guys," Mike started, "I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"
Kiss…?
Sammy began thrashing and struggling as mightily as his little body could muster, but it wasn't enough to break free.
'No…not like this…I don't want to die!'
The group of bullies stopped right in front of the towering bear, whose jaws were crashing down on one another.
"ON THREE!"
Fredbear's jaws were crashing down on one another.
"One…"
Fredbear's jaws were crashing down.
"Two…"
Fredbear's jaws came crashing down.
…
The rest of what was supposed to be a happy day for everyone to enjoy, was replaced with the blurry image of blood, and the sickening sounds of a skull cracking, screaming, and sirens.
Mike hadn't meant for this to happen. For any of it. He hadn't known… He couldn't have known!
He… Sammy…
His little brother. The boy whom he had known for more than half his life, and watched grow and learn how to walk and talk…was no longer.
He wasn't even eight years old yet… And now, he was never going to be. He was gone. And it was all his fault.