Neon Shadows of Fate Chapter 4, a Harry Potter + Five Nights at Freddy´s Crossover fanfic

Chapter 4

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It was the 7th of April, 1988—a crisp spring morning outside in the world beyond neon lights and animatronic laughter. Within Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, however, time seemed to slow into a gentle, dreamlike lull. A week had passed since that dreadful, fateful night when Harry had been abandoned by his relatives, stumbled into horror, and then into surprising safety. In these few days, his life had turned upside down once more—this time, for the better. What had once been fear and chaos had transformed into something pure and bright. For the first time he could recall, Harry felt as if he were in heaven, or what he imagined heaven might be: a place of warmth, laughter, hugs, and gentle voices.

He woke up in the security office, yawning softly. The chair he had fallen asleep in was much too big, and Vanessa—sitting nearby—had draped a spare blanket over him during the night. He still wore the oversized bunny costume he'd grown so fond of, though he'd wiggled out of part of it in his sleep. It was comically large, a patchwork of white fabric and pink paw pads that engulfed his small frame. He had spent the last week toddling around the Pizzaplex dressed in it. If it wasn't fully on, he dragged it around like a beloved blanket, refusing to set it aside. At first, it had startled everyone who knew what that costume had been used for. But now, seeing Harry beam with delight at wearing it, seeing how it brought him comfort, they found it impossible to resent the outfit. Instead, they embraced his new habit, letting the costume's dark past fade beneath the brightness of Harry's innocent joy.

Vanessa was at the desk, half-awake, sipping cold coffee. She turned to see Harry stir and smiled. He had gained a little color in his cheeks over the past week, having eaten more and better than ever before. His once hollow eyes shone with a spark of mischief and curiosity now. He slept better too, especially curled up in that bunny suit, as if its padding formed a cocoon of safety.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Vanessa said softly, her voice kinder than Harry had ever heard from an adult before this week. She remembered that first terrible night, how his eyes had held resignation, as if he expected nothing but cruelty from the world. Now those green eyes looked at her with shy trust and fondness.

Harry rubbed his face, yawning. "Morning, 'Nessa," he said softly, the bunny ear of the costume flopping over his forehead. He giggled, pushing it aside. He still got easily embarrassed by attention, but he liked Vanessa. He liked that she scolded him gently when he tried to climb too high on a display or run off too fast into the crowd. He liked that she never yelled at him in anger, only concern. It felt strange, but good, to have an adult care about his safety without cruelty.

He sat up slowly, pulling the bunny suit around him so that his arms poked through the oversized sleeves. Standing was always a bit of an adventure in that suit; he toddled, waddled, and stumbled until he got his footing. But he never complained. He liked how it felt like a secret hideout he carried with him. The other animatronics often teased him—affectionately—about how he could disappear into its folds.

Vanessa stood and stretched, then offered her hand to Harry. "Shall we find some breakfast, kiddo?" she asked. Over the past week, a comfortable routine had formed. In the early morning, before the Pizzaplex opened to the public at full capacity, Harry and Vanessa would share a quiet meal. Sometimes it was a proper breakfast from the staff kitchen—scrambled eggs, toast, and fruit. Other times, it was leftover pizza. Harry loved it all. After years of barely enough food to survive, the variety here felt luxurious.

Harry nodded eagerly, slipping one small hand into Vanessa's. The costume dragged behind him like a train, its bunny head flopping at his side. He didn't care; the floor was kept very clean, and no one complained. If anything, the custodial S.T.A.F.F. Bots seemed to take pride in keeping the floor spotless so their tiny bunny prince could toddle about safely.

As they headed out of the security office, Roxanne Wolf appeared in the corridor. The sleek, punk-styled animatronic greeted them with a grin and a flick of her tail. "Well, look who's awake," she teased. "Did the little bunny prince sleep well?"

Harry giggled and shuffled closer to Roxanne, hiding his face behind Vanessa's leg for a moment. He had become more outgoing, but still shy enough that compliments could make him blush. The animatronics adored him. Even Montgomery Gator, who tried to maintain a tough-guy facade, had softened under Harry's quiet admiration. Glamrock Freddy treated Harry like a cherished little guest, while Glamrock Chica fussed over him, offering treats and wanting to hear him laugh.

Roxanne leaned down. "Come on, honey, I'm not scary," she said. Harry peeked at her from behind Vanessa, the bunny ear flopping over his nose this time. He giggled again, stepping forward a bit.

"You look pretty today, Roxy," he said shyly. He was learning how to give compliments, something he'd never dared to do before. It felt safe here.

Roxanne chuckled, preening slightly. "Pretty? Why, thank you. I do my best." She winked at Vanessa, who rolled her eyes with a smile. The playful banter between them had become as much a part of the morning routine as breakfast.

Together, they made their way to the staff lounge, where Vanessa prepared a simple meal for Harry. The animatronics didn't need to eat, of course, but they often stood by, engaging Harry in conversation or planning the day's events. Although the Pizzaplex wasn't at full capacity at such an early hour, a small handful of employees and early visitors trickled in. Some recognized Harry—the unusual little child who toddled around in a giant bunny costume. He had become something of a local celebrity in the past week, charming everyone with his shy smiles and gentle voice.

As Harry ate his scrambled eggs, he listened to Vanessa and Roxanne talk quietly. Vanessa was discussing some paperwork with Roxanne—something about inventory and event schedules. Harry didn't understand much of it, but he liked the sound of their voices. He savored the warm food, the absence of fear, the knowledge that if he spilled a bit of egg on the table, no one would slap him or scream at him. Vanessa would just wipe it up with a patient sigh.

After breakfast, Harry hopped down from his chair, still tangled in the bunny costume. He gave Vanessa a small smile, "Thank you," he said, remembering his manners. He always said thank you now—it seemed so important to show gratitude for these wonderful things he'd never had before.

"Want to explore?" Vanessa asked, leaning down to adjust the costume's collar so it wouldn't slip over his face. "The Pizzaplex opens to the main crowd in about an hour. We can go say hi to Freddy or Monty first."

Harry nodded, excited. He loved visiting different parts of the Pizzaplex—Monty's Gator Golf, Roxy's Raceway, and the theater where Freddy sometimes performed for the children. Over the last week, he'd even begun joining the animatronics on small 'shows.' Not real performances—he was too shy for that—but he'd peek out from behind curtains wearing his bunny costume, and other children would squeal in delight. Parents cooed at how adorable he looked. Harry, blushing bright red, would hide behind Vanessa or Roxanne's legs after such attention, but a small, pleased smile always played at his lips afterward. He liked making people happy. He liked being seen as cute and funny instead of strange and unwanted.

They walked together through the quiet halls, passing posters of the glamrock band, and Harry reflected on how much had changed. Just a week ago, he had been terrified of Vanny—the identity behind the costume he now adored. He had witnessed terrible things. The memory made him shiver slightly, but whenever it threatened to overwhelm him, the comforting presence of Vanessa and the animatronics chased the darkness away. He couldn't erase what he'd seen, but it felt like it belonged to another life. This was his life now: a place with gentle scoldings instead of screams, where a stern voice from Vanessa meant "Don't climb that, you might fall" rather than "Shut up, boy, or else."

Roxanne's shoulder brushed lightly against the costume's trailing fabric as she looked down at him. "Hey, kiddo. Any plans to charm the audience today? Freddy mentioned a small group of children is coming for a birthday party around noon."

Harry ducked his head, cheeks warming. "M-maybe," he said. He loved it when other kids smiled at him, though he was still shy. He might try waving at them from the edge of the stage, or maybe dancing clumsily in his oversized bunny suit so they would laugh. The laughter of happy children gave him a warm feeling in his chest, like sipping hot cocoa on a cold day.

Chica soon joined them, humming softly as she rolled by with a pushcart of props. "Mornin', everyone!" she chirped. Her purple eyes took in Harry's sleepy smile and the way he tugged on Vanessa's pant leg. "Harry, sweetie, I got something for you." She reached into a box and pulled out a small headband with plush bunny ears—much smaller than the giant costume's ears. "Look, these might fit under your big bunny head, or you can wear them separately so you don't trip over the big ears all the time."

Harry's eyes widened. He hesitated, then looked at Vanessa for permission. Vanessa nodded, amused. "Go ahead, Harry."

Chica knelt, gently placing the headband on Harry's messy dark hair. The plush ears wiggled slightly as he moved his head. He giggled, reaching up to touch them. They were soft, and the headband fit snugly without hurting. Now he had double bunny ears: the huge costume ones and these smaller ones perched on his head. He looked ridiculous and adorable at once.

Roxanne smirked. "Now that's style. You're going to outshine me if you keep this up, kid."

Harry blushed and shuffled his feet. "I-I just like bunnies," he whispered shyly. He did like bunnies now. The costume had become a symbol of safety and comfort. Somehow, it had been transformed by his innocence and the love surrounding him. Where once it was associated with terror, now people saw it as an oversized plush toy that Harry inhabited. It was a quiet form of healing—for the animatronics, for Vanessa, even for Harry himself.

They wandered down to Monty's Gator Golf to say good morning to Montgomery Gator. He was tinkering with a prop golf club at the entrance, pretending to look tough and unapproachable. But when he saw Harry toddle in, he gave a big grin. "Yo, kid. Ready to putt some balls around later?"

Harry smiled shyly. He had tried mini-golf a few days ago and wasn't very good at it, but Monty had promised to help him practice. "Y-yes, maybe later, Monty," Harry said softly.

Monty winked. "I'll be waiting. Just remember, no cheating by hiding balls in that giant costume of yours."

Harry giggled. He wouldn't dream of cheating. He was just happy Monty invited him. He liked feeling included, wanted. The animatronics could have ignored him, but instead, they made him feel part of their world. He might never have had a family like this, but this made him feel as if he belonged. Sometimes he remembered, in a distant, hazy way, that he was supposed to have actual relatives—an aunt and uncle. But they seemed like characters from a bad dream. Here, he could shape a new sense of family.

Soon, more staff arrived, turning on arcade machines and lights. The Pizzaplex began to hum with preparation for the day's guests. Vanessa watched Harry carefully, wondering at how quickly he adapted. She recalled how on the first morning after the horrors, Harry had flinched at every sudden movement, barely spoken above a whisper, and refused to let go of her hand. Now he ventured a few steps away, grinned at jokes, even talked to strangers (shyly, but still). He was still timid, but the difference was remarkable.

A small voice in Vanessa's mind wondered what would happen when the outside world intruded again. What if someone came looking for Harry? He had no proper guardians now, no official records that placed him here. But she pushed these worries aside. For now, she'd protect him. The animatronics would protect him. Whoever had abandoned him here hadn't come back, and no police inquiries had popped up so far. Perhaps fate had handed Harry over to them. She would not question the gift too harshly yet.

About an hour after opening, small groups of families strolled into the atrium. The place filled with warm chatter, playful screams of excitement, and the pleasant jingle of arcade machines. Harry watched from behind a decorative pillar, peering out from under his bunny headband. Roxanne nudged him gently. "Go on, say hello. They already love you."

Harry took a deep breath and stepped into view. He was wearing the Vanny costume's main body suit—much too big, sleeves dangling, and the head part draped over his shoulders like a hood—and the small bunny ears perched on his head. A group of parents and children looked his way, and gasps of delight rippled through the crowd.

"Oh my, look at that adorable bunny!" a mother said, smiling broadly.

"Is he part of the show?" a child asked, stepping closer.

Harry blushed, hugging the costume's front with both arms, and nodded shyly. He didn't have lines to speak like the animatronics, but he could wave. He lifted one big sleeve and waved timidly. The children giggled, and some clapped. One child, maybe four years old, toddled up to him and patted the bunny suit's plush stomach, giggling at how soft it felt.

Vanessa stood nearby, arms folded lightly, ready to intervene if Harry looked uncomfortable. But he wasn't uncomfortable—just shy and flushed with happiness at their reactions. He stepped back, bumping into Roxanne's leg for security. Roxy rested a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. He peered up at her and then back at the children, smiling timidly.

A father snapped a quick photograph. "He's adorable! Is he a new character, Miss?" he asked Vanessa.

Vanessa cleared her throat. "Oh, he's just a special helper, here to say hi," she said, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to lie outright, but she also couldn't explain Harry's entire story to strangers. "He's a bit shy, but he loves making you smile."

Harry blushed deeper, feeling warmth in his chest. People liked him. They weren't laughing at him in a cruel way, they weren't mocking his size or his timid voice. They were calling him adorable, cooing at his cuteness. It was overwhelming and wonderful. He lowered his gaze, a little overwhelmed, and took a step back, half-hiding behind Roxanne's legs. The crowd let out affectionate "awwws," which only made him blush more.

Roxy patted his shoulder. "See, kid? They love you," she murmured softly. He nodded, smiling shyly.

As the day progressed, Harry found himself drifting between the main atrium and smaller attractions, always accompanied by at least one of the animatronics or Vanessa. He helped Chica set up a small stage prop—well, he mostly watched, but he handed her a plastic rose at the end, earning more laughter and praises from nearby onlookers. He followed Monty around the mini-golf course, watching other children attempt to score holes-in-one. He didn't talk much, but his presence made the experience seem more playful to the guests. Some even addressed him kindly, asking if he was a mascot in training. Harry would nod shyly or give a little thumbs-up, delighted at the idea that he was important enough to have a role here.

During a quieter moment in the early afternoon, Vanessa led Harry to a side lounge not open to the public, giving him a chance to rest. He flopped onto a cushioned bench, still in his bunny suit, and sighed happily. His belly was full—he had nibbled on some breadsticks and fresh fruit Chica found for him. His legs were a bit tired from all the waddling around in the costume, but he didn't mind. It was a pleasant kind of tiredness.

Vanessa sat next to him and offered him a sip of water from a straw. He drank gratefully. "You did good today, kiddo," she said softly, ruffling his hair. His hair was getting messier every day, and she secretly thought about giving it a trim sometime, or at least brushing it properly.

Harry smiled shyly. "Thank you, Vanessa," he said. "I… I like making people happy."

Vanessa's heart squeezed. How could anyone have ever mistreated this sweet boy? "I know you do," she said gently. "And you're very good at it."

Harry looked down at the costume's pink paw pads, remembering how at first, these hands had meant danger and death. He had seen that. But somehow, through some miracle, those memories were not haunting him constantly. Instead, he recalled how Vanny's maternal instinct had awakened—how she had cradled him when he sobbed. That moment had changed everything. Now, the costume had become a symbol of comfort rather than horror. It was as if Harry's presence had purified it, and the animatronics had allowed that reinterpretation to happen. None of them had the heart to take it away from him, not when it made him so happy.

Later in the afternoon, a birthday party was in full swing near Freddy's stage. The birthday child, a girl about Harry's age, wore a bright party hat and smiled with gap-toothed joy as Freddy led the crowd in a cheerful song. Harry watched from the side, bunny ears bouncing softly. The girl noticed him and waved, beckoning him closer.

Blushing, Harry looked at Roxanne for reassurance. She nodded encouragingly. He shuffled forward, holding the costume's sleeve with one hand and offering a small shy wave with the other. The girl giggled. "You're the bunny!" she cried. "You look so cute. Do you want some cake?"

Harry glanced at Vanessa, who gave him a subtle nod. He approached the table and accepted a tiny piece of cake the party host offered him. He nibbled on it—strawberry cream—and nearly melted at the sweetness. The girl's parents cooed at how adorable he was, complimenting his costume. Harry hid his face behind the bunny's oversized collar, but couldn't hide the grin spreading beneath it.

He even made a small silly dance—just hopping in place a few times—making the children laugh. This made him laugh too, a real laugh that tinkled out like small bells. Vanessa watched from a distance, feeling tears prick at her eyes. Harry deserved this happiness. She silently vowed she would do everything in her power to keep him safe. No one would take him away from this heaven he'd found.

As evening approached, the crowd thinned, and the animatronics gathered backstage to recharge and relax. Harry followed Roxanne and Vanessa into a staff area where a few plush chairs had been arranged. Monty was leaning against a wall, Chica sat on a stool polishing her accessories, and Freddy adjusted his microphone stand. Harry, tired but satisfied, climbed into Vanessa's lap, still wrapped in his bunny costume.

Vanessa gently stroked his hair. "You must be exhausted, kid," she said softly.

Harry nodded sleepily, leaning against her chest. He felt safe, safer than he'd ever been. He closed his eyes for a moment, listening to the soft hum of animatronic servos and the distant music playing somewhere out in the main halls. He thought about how, a week ago, he was starving, neglected, locked in a cupboard, and then horrified by violence. Now he was cherished, fed, comforted, and celebrated. He didn't fully understand what had happened to change his fate so drastically, but he was grateful.

He opened his eyes again when Roxanne's voice drifted closer. "Harry, mind if I join you?" she asked, gesturing to the chair next to Vanessa's. Harry shook his head. He liked Roxy a lot. He remembered how he had secretly called himself "Little Roxy" back at the Dursleys', pretending he was strong and cool like her. Now he had her right here, treating him gently. The irony and wonder of it never ceased to amaze him.

Roxanne stretched out a paw and lightly tapped the bunny ear headband on Harry's head. "You keep wearing that and you'll take my place as the star attraction," she teased.

Harry blushed. "I don't wanna take your place," he said quietly. "I just… I like being a bunny." He paused, chewing on his words, considering them. He remembered feeling trapped in his own skin back at the Dursleys', whispering "Little Roxy" to himself. Here, he didn't feel trapped—he felt free. Still shy, still uncertain, but free to be whoever he was without punishment.

Roxanne nodded thoughtfully. "You can be anything you want here, kid," she said, her voice surprisingly gentle. "We like you just as you are."

Chica chimed in, "Exactly! No matter if you're a bunny, or a mini-Roxy, or just Harry, we adore you."

Freddy gave a kind nod, adding, "In this place, you're loved."

Harry's heart swelled. They said it so casually—loved. He had never heard that word applied to himself. The Dursleys never showed him love. They barely acknowledged him except to belittle him. These animatronics and Vanessa, who had known him for only a week, showed more care than he had ever received in six years of life. He felt tears prick at his eyes, but not sad tears—happy ones.

Vanessa noticed. "Aw, kid, are you okay?" she asked, worried she'd said something wrong.

Harry wiped his eyes with the costume's floppy sleeve and nodded. "I'm just… happy," he whispered. His voice cracked a bit. "I didn't know people could be so nice. I didn't know… I didn't know I could have fun and… be loved."

Vanessa's heart broke and healed at the same time. She hugged him closer, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. The animatronics exchanged looks of quiet understanding. They didn't know Harry's full story—only that he had been abandoned, neglected, and found here. But they didn't need every detail to know he had been hurt deeply. Their kindness, laughter, and companionship were helping him mend.

Night fell quietly outside. The Pizzaplex would close soon, and they would once again have the building mostly to themselves. Harry knew that, after closing, Vanessa would let him run a bit wild through the halls—just a gentle run, playing hide and seek with Monty, or pretending to drive a miniature kart in Roxy's Raceway. He'd get sleepy soon enough, and then he'd end up back in the security office, curled up with his bunny costume. Maybe Vanessa would read him a story. She'd tried reading to him last night, and he'd loved it. He didn't know many stories, but now he was learning.

As if reading his thoughts, Freddy spoke up. "Harry, I found an old storybook in the storage room. Would you like Vanessa to read it tonight?"

Harry's eyes lit up. "Yes, please," he said softly. He liked Freddy—he felt safe in the big bear's presence. Freddy acted like a friendly uncle, always ready with a warm smile and a gentle word.

Vanessa chuckled. "I guess I know what we're doing after we close," she said. "A bedtime story for our little bunny."

They drifted into comfortable silence, each savoring this unexpected peace. Harry traced patterns on his bunny costume's paw pads, thinking of how funny life was. A week ago, he knew none of these people—no, these animatronics and Vanessa. Now, he couldn't imagine life without them. He wanted to stay here forever. He never wanted to leave this haven of lights, music, and kind voices.

A small spark of worry tried to creep into his mind—what if someone made him leave? What if this heaven ended? He pushed it aside. He was too tired, too content. Today had been perfect. Tomorrow would be too, he decided. He would trust in Vanessa's gentle guidance, in Roxanne's playful teasing, in Monty's warm laughter, in Chica's kind gifts, and in Freddy's steady reassurance.

Later, after closing, the Pizzaplex's lights dimmed and the doors locked. Harry found himself in the security office again, sitting on Vanessa's lap. She showed him the storybook Freddy found—it was old, with faded illustrations of animals and forests. Harry leaned his head against Vanessa's shoulder, listening as she read in a soft, calming voice.

Roxanne sat on the floor nearby, pretending not to be interested but clearly listening too. Chica polished a trinket quietly, Monty hovered outside the doorway (pretending to be too cool for a bedtime story), and Freddy hummed softly from the hall. Harry felt their presence, felt the safety they provided.

By the time Vanessa reached the end of the story, Harry's eyes were drooping. She closed the book softly, setting it aside. "Time for bed, kiddo," she whispered. He nodded, too sleepy to protest.

She helped him out of the costume long enough to rearrange it into a makeshift sleeping bag, then tucked him in. Harry clung to the bunny suit's collar, inhaling its clean, comforting scent. He felt a gentle kiss on his forehead. He wasn't sure if it came from Vanessa or was just his imagination, but it felt real enough, warm and loving.

He drifted off to sleep smiling, certain that tomorrow would bring more laughter and kind words. He had a family now, of sorts—an unlikely, patchwork family of a security guard and a band of animatronics. It was more than he'd ever dared to dream of. As he settled into peaceful slumber, Harry felt safe, cherished, and loved. If this was heaven—or even just a taste of it—he never wanted to leave.

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