Hello and welcome to this new story!

It's a big project I started in 2019 and finished early this year, in its first French version. I'm now ready to present it to the international part of the fandom, in English. I'm not a native English speaker or writer, sorry if there are some mistakes along the way. Feel free to point them to me!

This story covers FNAF 1 and 2, and parts of the lore from FNAF 3, FNAF 4 and FNAF: Sister Location. It doesn't follow exactly the timeline of the games, only the main events. This story is a fully rewritten story of William Afton's timeline, from Fredbear's Family Diner to FNAF 3. I'm not satisfied with William's motivations in the games, so you know the deal, right? If you're not satisfied… Write it! And I did!

It adds one big change: Henry is a bad guy as well. If you don't like this theory, please don't interact with the story, you won't like it. Henry is REALLY a BAD GUY, I repeat.

The story can be gore sometimes and talks about paranormal events and children's murders (yes, shocking, I know). Serious subjects are often talked about as well, such as suicide, alcoholism and depression. Please don't read the story if those subjects make you uncomfortable. It starts in the first chapter. It will be the only warning!

I'll try to update once or twice a month. I just have to translate the story, and since it's already finished, it won't take a long time.

I hope you'll all have a nice time! It's a fun adventure starting!


Chapter 1: Curtain raiser

A smiling golden bear overhung a small restaurant of Hurricane, above a sign on which could be read "Fredbear's Family Diner". It was waving mechanically to the few people waiting in line in front of the big red wooden doors.

The inauguration announcement had been published in the local newspapers the day before, and the phone didn't stop ringing since to book the not-so-many tables available. The first pizzeria with living moving robots, able to animate a show like humans could! This was a first in the country. Everyone wanted to see this with their own eyes.

There was something the curious people waiting outside didn't know, however. Inside the small building, two men were running all over the place, more and more nervous as the opening time was getting closer. From time to time, one passed with a pile of chairs above the head, crossing the second one, the hands full of empty boxes for pizzas. They were late, and didn't expect their family restaurant to greet so many people for the first day. Their last-minute panic was the result of three long years of paperwork, sweat and metal gears that couldn't fail to work if they wanted the restaurant to survive more than a few weeks.

"Henry!" screamed the first one from a corridor. "Have you seen Fredbear's bowtie?"

"It was in the backstage! No, wait! You left it in the kitchen when you fixed the coffee machine!" He corrected himself.

The so-called Henry Emily dived into the dining room, two new chairs above the head. Despite his vigorous thirty years old, the effort made him sweat profusely under his bright new pink shirt. He quickly installed the chairs around one of the tables, and grimaced when his brown hair stayed stuck in one of them.

On the other side of the black and white checked pattern floor, William Afton was standing in a fragile balance on the edge of the main stage, the huge fuschia bow tie of the show's star in the hands: Fredbear. It was an eight-foot-tall golden robot bear, with a bit of a belly. His conceptor wanted it to be friendly enough so children wouldn't be scared of it. Robotics genius, William built it by hand, nut and bolt after nut and bolt, until it worked perfectly and its artificial intelligence became developed enough to perform a show all by itself. Fredbear could sing, dance, answer basic questions and, his creator's masterpiece, walk freely in the pizzeria. William didn't reveal that ability yet; he hoped it would surprise enough people to boost word of mouth and bring new customers.

Despite being quite tall himself, William struggled to hang the bow tie to the neck of his precious creation. Once done, he jumped out of the stage and stared at the rest of the room, smiling. Party hats covered every plastic plate, small gifts were ready on every chair… A dream became true for him. A sort of revenge on his old teachers who didn't believe in his project. "When you are so talented, you use your skills to make the world better, William. You don't open a pizzeria. You need to grow up.", one of them said the day he graduated. And yet, here he was, a few minutes before the opening.

The only one who believed in his was standing at the other end of the room with large sweat aureoles under the arms, in his flashy pink shirt. He almost forgot that detail. To celebrate, Henry insisted they both wear colorful brand new shirts, a pink and a purple one. Their name had been embroidered on their chest. William inherited the purple one. He hated the color. It contrasted too much with his very pale skin. Genetic legacy: all Afton looked like corpses, very skinny and very pale. No one in his family escaped it, him included.

William stared at the plate a little too much, nervous.

"You're sure no one will notice, right?" He asked for at least the tenth time in two hours.

"We talked about this. Stop working yourself. They will all focus on Fredbear. They won't notice it."

"It" referred to the fifty or so frozen pizzas the two owners bought in catastrophe the day before. Thinking too much about the robot led them to forget one very important point: a pizzeria without pizzas on day one was not a good marketing choice. They didn't manage to raise enough money to have a functional kitchen for the opening, so they improvised. If Henry felt no remorse about it, William saw things otherwise, terrified a health inspector would show up as soon they opened the doors to scream at them.

He took a deep breath. If he showed nothing, he would be fine.

Henry questioned him silently, William nodded. He walked to the metallic casing on the wall. He played with a few buttons. Immediately, the curtains of the stage opened wide, music played in the speakers in the corners and Fredbear started to dance and sing.

Henry opened the doors and the first enthusiast customers took their first steps into their brand-new Fazbear's Family Diner.

Two children outdistanced the crowd and ran straight to William, who kneeled, arms opened to catch them, laughing. Elizabeth, a cute seven-year-old gingerhead girl, quickly abandoned her father to run in front of the stage, where several amazed kids were already watching Fredbear. Of the three children of the Afton family, she always showed the most interest in William's robots. William had great hopes she would pursue his work one of these days.

George, his youngest boy, kept griping his father's leg, more wary. At four years old, that big bear and all its teeth was quite scary. William ruffed his hair to comfort him, then picked him up to put him on his shoulders. George immediately hugged his head, satisfied.

One more pair of arms circled his waist. William contorted himself with difficulty to offer his lips to his wife, Maggie, who just joined him with their older son, Michael, ten years old, who didn't even greet him before going to sit at a random table, pouting. William raised an interrogative eyebrow to the love of his life.

"He wanted to take the dog and I said no." She explained, weary, landing the hands to pick up George back.

"Again? Mike, you know what we said. No dog during shifts." William argued.

Michael rolled his eyes at him and walked away to a table closer to the stage. Elizabeth ran to him and climbed on his lap to have a better view of Fredbear, excited.

"He's not even a teenager yet." Maggie mocked. "Better luck next time."

William growled, before kissing her blond hair. This issue would have to wait, he needed to go back to the kitchen, where Henry already put himself to work. William picked a few pizza boxes to give it to him, before freezing when his eyes fell on an empty beer can on the counter.

He sighed, angry.

"Henry, you promised you wouldn't drink during the shift."

"Oh, come on. It's only one, it can't hurt anyone." He justified himself, his already red nose making William doubt his words.

Frustrated, he let his colleague in the kitchen and went into the dining room. Henry had trouble with alcohol since he met him, three years sooner. William hoped finding a job would help him stop that bad habit, but he was wrong. Henry needed medical help at this point, but who was he to force him to heal?

He forced a smile before starting to serve the pizzas. A few children ran to him, excited, jumping to grab a box, forcing the owner to turn on himself a few times to unhook all their insisting little hands from his pants and shirt.

"There will be enough for everyone. Please return to your parents and wait at your table, thank you!"

He put a few more boxes on a table and opened them. A few parents stared in disbelief, half-dumbstruck, half-angry about how the pizzas looked. Thankfully however, none of them commented on it to his relief.

William was about to return to the kitchen when he remembered an important detail. Next to the stage, an isolated big music box played a nice entertaining tune. William walked to it and opened the hidden drawer on its side: four watching bracelets out of ten disappeared, which was good news. It meant people trusted enough their security system to try it. Like Fredbear, the security system was a robot, named the Marionette. It was wandering around between the tables, its main function being the watch of small children, while their parents had fun or ate some pizza.

William was not a big fan of the Marionnette's design, a sort of gigantic black doll with white stripes to its arms and legs. Its frozen smile and empty eyes bothered him, unlike the children who were laughing and playing around it, asking for its attention.

William smiled and joined the kitchen again. He had the unpleasant surprise to not finding Henry in it anymore. Worried, he opened the backdoor to check if he was near the bins outside, but nothing seemed to move there. He grinned his teeth when he noticed, well hidden under some empty pizza boxes, five more cans of beers he probably drunk before "the only one" William noticed earlier. It was concerning. Leaving him alone outside with a high blood alcohol level bothered him, but what else could he do? He couldn't just leave the restaurant now!

He sighed and put more pizzas in the oven. He promised himself to be more careful about this next time.

Focused, he didn't notice, in the dining room, the sudden panic of the Marionette, banging into the window, again and again, unable to reach the bipping bracelet outside of the restaurant.


"What the fuck are you doing here?" Henry growled menacingly at a six-year-old girl with long black hair, busted. "I told you I didn't want to see you near my workplace! What will people think?"

With a trembling finger, she pointed to the dining area, on the other side of the window.

"I… I was hungry and you… You didn't come back… A lady invited me in… She said I could stay and eat pizza, I said my dad worked here… But then I saw you and I… I went outside and the door locked on me. I c… I can't go in again. Can you open t… The door? Please, Dad?"

Everything in her voice betrayed her fear. She knew what was about to happen because it happened again and again at home, every time her father emptied a lot of alcohol bottles. Since her mom died, he changed. He scared her.

The man limped her way, threatening, a can of beer in hand. The little girl gulped.

"You went out and the doors locked?" He repeated, mimicking her voice with bad intent. "I told you to stay home, Charlie! That's the only thing I asked you! I don't want my associate to see you there! You tried to escape, Charlie, that's what you did! You think you can leave the house like that? I'm your father! I'll make you obey little pest!"

"N-no! Please… I'm sorry! I didn't want to! Please, Dad, I'm sorry!" She begged, whining, trying to back away.

She shivered when her back met the wall. She had no escape. Terrified, she tried to hide her face with her arms, instinctively. It wouldn't protect her for very long, but it always hurt more when he hit her in the face, and then the school teachers would ask embarrassing questions again. Henry raised his fist and charged. Luckily, alcohol deviated the hit and his hand hit the wall instead. It made him even more upset.

The little girl took advantage of his pain to run towards the restaurant. Inside, he wouldn't dare to hurt her. She reached the door, but it was still locked. She banged on the window and pulled the handle with all she had, in vain.

A brutal hand crushed her shoulder and pulled her away from the entrance. Henry threw the girl on the floor at full force, angry. She wasn't fast enough to slow down the fall. Henry barely heard the sound of her neck breaking on the sidewalk, unfortunately on the way.

One second she was there, the next, she was dead.

Eyes bulging with the shock of a sudden death she didn't see coming, the little girl didn't move anymore. Henry thought she was tricking him and grabbed her by the collar to put her back on her feet. He shook her violently, but she fell right back on the floor without a sound.

His heart missed a beat when the adrenaline brutally warned him he committed an irredeemable act.

"Oh… Oh no… No, no, no, no!" He panicked. "Charlie! Charlie? Wake up! Wake up, baby, I love you, I'm sorry. I'm sorry! Please, wake up! Wake up, alright? I will stop, I promise. I'll stop drinking now. Please, I'm sorry…"

He picked the girl in his arms and hugged her against his chest, crying with despair. He tried to wake her up again, but she wouldn't obey, completely limp.

The door of the restaurant opened. Panicked, Henry let go of the body and hid behind a bin. Here, in the light, the Marionnette turned the head in their direction. She got out of the restaurant, under the rain, proving William's security system was far from perfect. The robot buzzed because of the water, then fell to its knees. It still crawled towards Charlie's body. The Marionette touched Charlie's little safety bracelet. A flash of light briefly lightened the street, then the robot collapsed, one hand on the bracelet, the other hugging Charlie's body.

Henry got out of his hidden place. He couldn't let the body here. He lost so much already, he couldn't go to prison for this. He wouldn't bear it. But where could he hide Charlie? He needed a place where no one would ever find her. A place no one would ever think to look in.

His eyes stopped on Fredbear, on the other side of the window. William could find the body, it was his robot after all. But by the time he would find it, he would already be far away. It seemed like a plan. He would need to wait the night. He sat against the wall, tired.

What would happen to him now?

He didn't know, but he hoped that, if the body was ever found, William would fall before he did.