Since May, I've been engrossed in fanmade YouTube videos of Five Nights at Freddy's, read some fanfics on AO3 and a couple on FF, and got enough of a gist on the lore, but still ways to go.

Still, I'm fascinated and this story is growing on me. :)

I can't really share everything at once because this OC's story is still being developed, along with aspects of the first four FNAF games, and that's as far as I'm going right now. I'm also using influences from the YouTube video "The HORRIFYING END of William Afton" presented by theft king. (devil smirk and heart eyes) Whoever did the voice of William/Springtrap deserves any kind of award offered to him.

I only own the female OC.

Prologue

When she first met the Aftons, her grandparents took her to Fredbear's. She was eleven, going on twelve then, and had gone there on a regular basis every Friday after school with them because she'd done so well that it eventually became a fantasy she never wanted to end after busy hours with assignments and then homework.

It was a dream come true when she set foot for the first time.

Kaleia Kai didn't care if she was getting too old for stuff like this, but she was gonna have a blast.

She could still remember the arcades she loved so much, and hell - Grandpa and Grandma would have her by the ears if they EVER heard her swear aloud, so she safely kept it in her head - she got the plushies off the shelf! Chica the Chicken was first, then Freddy the star himself, and there was another next which a lot of the kids thought was cool because of...

"Foxy?"

She'd looked up then, seeing the guy in the gray shirt, arms bared, and dark hair parted off to one side. She was twelve then and had started puberty, period received frighteningly a month ago but her innocence still retained then, but part of her thought him cute as the movie stars in the movies she loved, that her grandparents and friends got her into.

She thought he was cute.

But when he looked at her as soon as she asked for the very same plushie, he turned to look down at her, nose scrunching as if he'd smelled something bad. Kaleia turned her eyes away and held in a squeal, reminding herself she wasn't little anymore, and thanked the older boy - maybe older than the kid next to her - before walking off. She had no idea why the one in gray was so mean-looking when this place was supposed to make you smile. Maybe I can change that.

"Could you please smile?"

The boy glared down at her. "What business is it to you?"

Kaleia huffed. "Why are you here? I'm having fun. You could use it," she said, looking down at the Foxy the Pirate tucked under one armpit as if it were a small stack of books.

"Not like I wanted to be here. Not even my crybaby of a little brother wants to be here. Those damned animatronics on stage scare the shit out of him."

"You said a bad word!" she hissed. He scoffed and stalked off, making her shake her head. Well, that went well. "Oh, well," she muttered to herself, going off to the table where her grandparents were, and the pizza had just arrived for them. "Not gonna let some jerk ruin the fun."

Everything would come to an end like the greatest fairytales she was fed since she was in diapers.

She would never step on those black and white tiles to the bright and colorful lighting.

She would never leave another drawing on the wall - Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and me kissing Foxy on the cheek - again.

She would never again childishly swim in the netting of colorful balls or hit the arcades.

Thankfully, she got lucky to get all of the cast in time.

Kaleia found out the next morning when it was all over the news, and Grandpa and Grandma were in the kitchen, both grim and heartbroken for her. She'd cried that morning and lost her appetite. Everything else that day felt like a haze, like a nightmare she wanted to wake up from.

Nothing about the incident felt real. How could someone get HURT by the animatronics?!

She was just eleven years old, but thankfully, just after she turned thirteen, Freddy's was renewed for opening...only for the nightmares to not stop there.

~o~

He was given a year, and that also included his behavioral problems in the past. He NEVER directly hurt anyone, just pranked and laughed. No one ever was...but Evan...

"Old man did a great job making me the black mark," he grumbled to Uncle Henry when they sat across from each other and he was handcuffed while being in the orange suit, and he hadn't even been found guilty yet. Trial was still ways off. "Guess it's what I deserve."

"No, you don't!" Henry Emily hissed, reaching over and taking one of the boy's hands into his. "To hell with what your father says. I'm one...myself. Was." He halted and swallowed, looking down at the table and closing his eyes. Charlie, Michael Afton thought with guilt, was taken immediately after Evan. Both of them in a day. But who the hell took his little brother's best friend's life? Who was just like family to them?

He didn't mean for that to happen to Evan! He just...he just wanted to play around with him, to scare him, but not THIS! He didn't know that would happen with those animatronics!

Henry heatedly went on. "Mike, listen to me: once you're out of here, I'm gonna help you out. William is my best friend and I love him like my own brother, but right now, I feel like I don't know him. Ever since your brother died. I know he's grieving but at the same time..."

Michael nodded, squeezing the hand back. "How's Lizzie?"

"Still crying. She's with my wife at the moment, while your father is...buried in his work, as usual."

Michael scoffed. He wasn't surprised. His sperm donor was good enough for that ingenious brain of his and not so with family except Elizabeth more than him and Evan. No wonder Mother left them. There was only so much she could take, and it wasn't like she'd ever win a custody battle for full-time, since she knew what kind of man William was, right?

"Let me guess: Mom couldn't be here yet."

"She's trying, but your father..." Henry couldn't finish, forcing eye contact, but before the conversation could go anywhere else, their time was up, but not before this: "Look, hold on, kiddo. I lost my girl, and I won't lose you and Elizabeth, too."

Shit, after everything, Michael had a feeling he couldn't explain. He wanted to believe Uncle Henry, except the nightmare was far from over and just beginning.

I've done enough research into juvenile systems here in America, but due to the fact I'm not a true expert, I hope I did the best I could. Michael's court scene was inspired by "The HORRIFYING END of William Afton" by theft king on YouTube.

REVIEW! :3 Lots of loving detail and ideas if anyone has them, pretty please.