Write Residence, 1982:

"Cakebear's isn't doing so well Martha."

Martha frowned as her husband, Peter Write, was looking at the numbers. He was always obsessing over the numbers ever since Freddy Fazbear's Pizza opened up across the street. Martha tapped her finger against the kitchen island, her nail making a sound with each tap. "You keep saying that but never propose any good changes." Martha said, continuing to tap the island. "I have proposed changes to boost benefits, you never listen to them." Peter said, looking at her. "I said good changes Peter. You haven't proposed any good changes." Martha said, putting her hands on her hips. "Y'know, you act like I'm not good enough to be on the team at Cakebear's sometimes." Martha didn't want to say it, but he was right with that statement. Peter was always comparing Cakebear's analytics to what was going on at Freddy's that day. Each night before bed, Peter would talk about the establishment across the street and how it was "making so much more money." She could hire literally anyone else and they would be a better accountant than Peter was. But at the same time, no one could crunch numbers like Peter and he was the one who got her the establishment and everything else for Cakebear's to begin with. Martha just made the animatronic and sketched the design of the animatronic. Cakebear was all her creation, the animatronic at least, but Peter created Cakebear's Bakery and Diner. "Pete, you have nothing to worry about. We're not going to go bankrupt or anything. We still own this town, and Fazbear Entertainment has nothing on us." Martha said, stroking her husband's dirty brown hair. "I wouldn't say own the town, there's still people richer than us." Peter said, to which he could see Martha roll her eyes. Martha was in her early forties and somehow, she still looked hot.

Dark black hair reminded Peter of the ink on the paper he was looking at, and it was always put up in a ponytail. She often wore a jean jacket like today, as well as dirty jeans with stains of oil or grease. She had pale skin and pretty brown eyes. Martha was the heavy lifter of the family, she was the one who constantly brought Alex into the garage to teach him how to change the oil on a car, or change the tires on a car. Peter, on the other hand, was not like that. He coasted his way through life without having that knowledge and managed to end up with someone just as successful as him. He found her out of business school, found her at the bar, basically wasted. Her eyes were beautiful, not to mention her in general. The two fell in love and that was when he found out about her children, at the time, she had two boys. An older boy, and a baby boy. The father had apparently been a very bad man, abusive father who smoked indoors and eventually tried to get Martha in big trouble. Luckily, she managed to escape with the children and found Peter, who married her and then they had one more child, a little girl. Peter named her Cassidy. Cassidy had been the whole reason Martha started to work on Cakebear in the first place, the baby girl had entertained herself with watch TV all the time and one day, while watching some puppet show with a green frog, Martha looked to find a brown fuzzy bear, and it sparked her creative spirit just seeing how much Cassidy laughed at the bear. She sketched many different designs before coming up with Cakebear himself, and the rest was history. Ever since Cakebear's opened up, they had earned thousands of dollars a day, even paying off employees they had almost five grand leftover for themselves. It didn't take them long before they became big in town.

But now, he was worried that would all come crumbling down.

"Hey." Alex said, turning around the stairs and walking over to the fridge to grab an apple. "Hey there." Martha said, her attention was turned away from Peter as she leaned back on the table, her hands supporting her weight. "What's up?" he asked, taking a loud, almost obnoxiously loud bite of the apple he picked from the fridge. "Oh nothing. Just trying to decide what punishment to give you." Martha said, Alex tilted his head. "For what?" he asked, almost slightly annoyed. "Keep up that tone and I'll raise it further." Martha said, the smirk on her face turning into a frown. Alex rolled his eyes. "Your brother told me about what you did to his friend." Martha said. "Yeah, so what? You guys talk shit-" Alex said, before correcting himself. "Smack, I meant smack. All the time. You talk smack about him, all the time." Alex said, recalling the conversations he heard his parents say about Garvey. "Yeah, well that person we talk smack about is not only John's friend, but our employee." Martha said, pointing to herself and Peter. "Yeah, so what? Guy's a freak hanging out with John." Alex said, taking another loud obnoxious bite of the apple. "He treats John better than you treat your own brother honestly. Might have you make a public apology the next time you see him." Martha said, but Alex's head perked up at the idea of a public apology. "On second thought, how about no TV for a month?" Martha asked.

"A MONTH?! All I did was push the guy in some puke!"

"Well then, the next time someone pukes in the restaurant, I'll make sure you clean it up."

As much as Alex liked the attention, he hated this. How was something like this fair? His parents and literally everyone else aside from John made fun of Garvey all the time! How was he getting punished for something that literally anyone else could have done? "Whatever." Alex said, walking off back up the stairs. "You better throw away that apple when you're done with it young man!" He heard his mom say, but he didn't answer back. Alex jogged up the stairs in annoyance as he pivoted to his room. As he opened the door, he saw a girl in his room. The girl's black hair was held up by two ponytails on the sides of her head, her shirt was yellow and she was wearing jeans that had red flowers on the pockets. She was busy looking through some papers in a drawer of Alex's room. He knew the girl, it was his sister, Cassidy. "Hey!" Alex growled, Cassidy almost screamed, turning on her feet with a horrid look on her face. "The hell are you doing in my room?" He asked, walking in deeper. Cassidy's caramel eyes looked up at her brother in horror as she tried to squeak out a response. Alex seemed surprised, Cassidy usually had the ability to talk normally, but be as blunt as possible. Seeing her try to squeak out a response was… different. Alex kinda liked it instead of her somehow spouting an insult when she didn't even mean to say that. "Come on, spit it out!" He growled at her. "I was trying to find your old tests from first grade." she squeaked, lips quivering. "What?" Her older brother asked, Cassidy continued. "I have a test coming up on grammar and I wanted to use your copy to study." She said. "Yeah? Well cheat off of someone else's." Alex said, winding up his arm. Cassidy looked in his hand and he had an apple, he wouldn't actually throw that at her… would he? Cassidy didn't want to stay and find out, she scurried out of the room, closing the door behind her. There was a loud thump against the door, like something hit it. "You're lucky." she could hear Alex say behind the door.

Cassidy was admittedly afraid of Alex, he was bigger than her, always got into trouble with mom and dad, or his school, or wherever he was. He was a big bully to John as well, not her though. That was probably because Cassidy made sure to stay on Alex's good side, John had always been picking fights with Alex, it started when John had gotten that new friend of his. Cassidy never really got to meet John's new friend, nor did she want to. She wasn't afraid of him, but everyone seemed to paint him in a bad light so Cassidy thought it was best to stay away. John was in his room right now, probably playing with his toys. John had a cool room, a nice closet, two doors that led to different parts of the house. Cassidy had a room on the far end of the staircase, and while she liked her room, she wished that she could have John's room. Cassidy's room was a purple painted room that had a bed with two mattresses on it, at least she thought whatever was on the bottom was a mattress. It was covered in purple bed sheets unlike her other mattress. The carpet was the same as the carpet outside, a weird gray color. But it felt nice against her feet so Cassidy never complained, it was also where she kept her lego statues. The small lego statues that her parents would always get her for Christmas. She didn't have a shelf, nor did she have any pets to worry about, so she just kept them on the floor by the wall where they wouldn't be touched or stepped on. She stepped on a lego once and it hurt her foot really badly.

Cassidy plopped down on her bed and sighed, what was she going to do? She had a big test tomorrow and she was terrible at grammar, apparently she had a C in that class and she wanted to boost her grade up. But grammar was so hard, and being in First Grade wasn't fun like kindergarten. Whoever got rid of nap time was a criminal! Cassidy heard a knock at the door and looked up to see John coming in. He was holding a muffin, there was blue frosting on it as well as purple and orange sprinkles. They were cupcakes that Cassidy had gotten at a birthday party. She loved the cupcakes and brought five of them home for herself and her family. "Thank you for the cupcakes." John said, holding it in the air. Cassidy simply nodded as John walked into the room, still eating the cupcake. "I heard that you have a test coming up." he said, making sure that his mouth wasn't full when he talked. "Yeah. It's for grammar." Cassidy said. "Maybe I can help, I was good with grammar." John said. "No, you're failing your classes." Cassidy said bluntly, John seemed a little touched by this, she wondered why. "That's because second grade sucks!" he exclaimed, Cassidy started to dread second grade. "They want me to write in cursive but it's really hard to write in cursive." John said, in cursive? The squiggly lines that mom and dad made when they were signing stuff for Cakebear's? They taught that in school? Cassidy would like to write in squiggly lines, it sounded fun. It beats writing in her handwriting, her handwriting wasn't really that good. She had to go and see someone to help her with that, it was improving a bit, but not enough to the teacher's liking. John continued to eat his cupcake, crumbs falling onto the bed. John sighed and turned to his little sister, she had an innocent expression on her face. "Did you go to Alex for help?" he asked, she shook her head no, but she was also shaking it yes. Basically, she was shaking it in all directions. "What does that mean?" John asked, taking the last bite of his muffin and putting the wrapper in his pocket.

"I went into his room to see if he had one of his tests from back when he was in first grade, but he got mad at me." Cassidy said, John huffed and turned away from his sister. "That's because he's a big jerk! Do you hear what he does to my friend?" Her older brother asked, Cassidy didn't give a worded response, she just nodded. "He's a big fat meanie is what he is! I'm pretty sure Alex has it out to get us because we're young!" he said, getting off the bed and walking to the middle of the room. "I don't think…" Cassidy whispered, but she didn't continue the sentence in hopes of her brother not hearing. He sounded confident, and most of the time, he was never really confident. Maybe that new friend was good for him after all…

A/N: This chapter was meant to be a short filler chapter to flesh out the family of the Write's, you'll probably read through it fairly quickly, but the next chapters will be way longer I promise. Two of them are probably going to release at the same time hopefully, I'm excited to work on them this coming week! Hopefully you guys enjoy this small filler chapter and have an awesome rest of your day/night!