PROLOGUE

Andrew could hear his father's footsteps approaching his room rapidly. Whatever was about to happen wouldn't be good for him. He sprung up, looking at his window. He quickly pushed anything he had in front of his bedroom door, and searched for something to throw at the window. Eventually, he found a baseball in the corner of his room, and it was covered in spider webs. He had bigger problems to worry about now, though. He got ready to throw the baseball, hurling it at the window, which shattered it on impact. He climbed through, ignoring the gashes he was earning from the glass cutting him.

Andrew jumped out of the window, crashing onto the ground and spraining his ankle. That didn't stop him from running, however. Before his father could even break into the room, Andrew was already seven yards away from the house. He kept sprinting, branches whacking him and leaving bruises. Eventually, he made it to the street, where he saw a purple car without a license plate parked outside the local pizzeria, which, admittedly, he had never visited. He decided to cross the street, looking both ways to make sure no one would run him over.

Andrew walked with a limp, his legs feeling sore from running. He walked over to the car, feeling a sense of dread in his stomach.

"Looking for something?"

Andrew jumped, swinging around to throw a punch at whoever just spoke. His fist was stopped by a man who was standing behind him. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties, and was around six feet tall. His eyes were gray and soulless, and his hair was a pale-ish brown. He stared down at Andrew, his eyes glistening in the dark. Andrew looked back, fear in his eyes. The man let go of Andrew's hand, looking down at him with his hands behind his back.

"Careful now, I'm not going to hurt you." He said, speaking in a soft, low voice,"What's your name, boy?"

"A-Andrew.. it's Andrew.." Andrew said, shyness in his voice. His mother always taught him not to talk to strangers, but that didn't matter now.

"Where are your parents, Andrew?" The man said, standing over the boy menacingly. He put his hand on Andrew's shoulder, crouching down beside him. "..My mother is.. dead.. and my dad.. he's.. mean," Andrew uttered softly. He avoided eye contact with the man. Then, he asked,"W-Who are you..?"

The man looked down at him, a sinister smile on his face. "Me? I'm William.. but you can call me Mr. Afton." Andrew recognized that name. "Wait.. you're the co-founder of thisrestaurant," Andrew exclaimed,"Uh.. Fredbear's Family Diner?" William nodded, adjusting the collar of his shirt. "That's right. Say, why don't you come with me," William asked,"You don't want to go back to your father.. do you?" Andrew immediately shook his head, looking up at William. He put out his hand, allowing Andrew to grab it. When Andrew grabbed his hand, he led him to his car, opening the backseat door to let him in.

When Andrew got into the car, he noticed the lack of handles in the backseats of it. "There's no handles for the doors back here.. y-you should probably fix that," Andrew said. William chuckled,"Hah, yeah, I should..."

Thirty minutes later, William pulled up to his home, getting out and opening the door next to Andrew to let him out. He led Andrew to the front door to the house, opening it, and letting him inside. The house was decently large, having four bedrooms and two bathrooms. William began to lead Andrew to the basement. While they were walking, Andrew noticed a picture on the wall, looking up at it. It was a picture of William's family. There was a tall, red-haired lady with freckles all over her face, a young daughter who was nearly identical, an older son who looked around 16, and a younger son. Both of the boys looked like their father but, of course, younger.

Eventually they reached the basement, and William let Andrew walk in first. Andrew soon asked,"W-Why are we in the basement again?" William stood over Andrew, holding something behind his back. Andrew couldn't quite tell what it was, but he didn't question it. "It's where you'll be sleeping," William said,"You'll need a place to sleep, won't you?" Andrew nodded, but that didn't stop him from asking questions. He asked,"B-But why the basement of all things? A-Are there roaches down here?!" William chuckled, looking down at Andrew. He exclaimed,"Well, theres one right there." He said, pointing at a wall. Andrew swung around, only for there to be nothing on the wall. He huffed before saying,"Don't scare me like that-"

STAB.

Andrew could feel a blade being forced into his skull, and he began to feel the life draining from his body. Soon, he collapsed, everything fading to black.

"What a goddamn idiot. How'd he even fall for that?"