Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter or Five Nights at Freddy's series
Harry awoke on the morning of April 20th, 1988, feeling a gentle warmth on his face from the filtered sunlight that slipped through the high windows of the Pizzaplex. He'd grown used to his new routine: sleep in the security office, wake up to Vanessa's kind smile, and begin another day that felt closer to a dream than real life. A month ago, he never would have believed he could be this happy—most days, he'd half-expect the Dursleys to storm in, yank him away, and lock him back in a cupboard. But so much had changed since he'd stumbled into the glimmering realm of animatronics, neon lights, and an unexpected family. He stretched under the soft blanket that Vanessa kept for him, the ever-present Vanny costume draped around his shoulders like a second skin, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
Vanessa was already awake, sitting at the desk, rifling through the daily checklists for staffing and scheduled parties. She had grown more comfortable in her role as a guardian than she ever imagined. The child huddled in the bunny suit seemed like a completely different boy from the malnourished waif she'd first cradled. She still remembered the fear in his eyes when they first met—a fear that made her heart twist. That fear had receded significantly, replaced by shy smiles and curious looks. And if she was being honest with herself, the place in her heart she'd locked away from everyone had cracked open for this small, gentle boy who brightened every corner of the Pizzaplex. She saw him push the suit's floppy ear from his face and grin at her.
"Morning, kiddo," she said, setting aside her papers. "Sleep okay?"
Harry sat up slowly, the bunny costume sagging around him. "Yeah," he murmured, cheeks flushing pink. "I—I had a dream about... the Aftons." His voice, though small, was no longer trembling. "Grandpa, and my Grandma, and Aunt Elizabeth, and Uncle Michael, and Uncle Evan. We were all together."
Vanessa's chest constricted with a bittersweet feeling. It had been five days since William had departed for America again, presumably to see his family. In that time, the Pizzaplex had resumed its steady rhythm—birthday parties, daily visitors, nights of cleaning and quiet—but Harry carried the memory of William's visit like a cherished secret. During calm moments, he would reflect on the stories William shared, and Vanessa would notice a longing in his eyes, as if he wished they could all be together right now. She gave him a reassuring smile. "Maybe that dream'll come true someday," she whispered. "William did promise they'd visit."
Harry nodded, hope shining in his eyes. He slipped off the small cot Vanessa had set up for him and landed on the floor, the bunny ears flopping. With each passing day, he seemed taller, stronger. She wondered if it was just the proper meals and steady rest or if the love and acceptance that surrounded him could really work miracles. He toddled over to the desk, fingers idly tracing the edge of a coffee mug. "I like the stories Grandpa told me," Harry said softly. "About how Elizabeth would always sneak sweets. Sometimes I think about how nice it would be if I could give her some of Glamrock Chica's cupcakes."
Vanessa smiled. "Someday, you might," she replied.
They heard the faint beep of the Pizzaplex's morning systems coming online, the swirl of lights growing in the corridors as staff began their duties. The animatronics would soon awaken from their recharging cycles. It was time for another day of greeting customers, entertaining kids, and forging new memories. Harry brightened at the thought—he'd grown to love the morning routine. He would toddle around the front atrium in his costume, offer shy waves or squeaky greetings, let visitors marvel at how adorable he was, then dash behind Roxanne's legs if the attention got overwhelming.
Vanessa guided him through the corridors, smiling to herself as she watched him walk. His steps were more confident now, only a hint of the old tremor lingering in his posture. It warmed her to see him flourishing. Their bond had grown stronger too. She found herself naturally calling him "kiddo" or "my boy," never forced—those words just felt right. When she'd tuck him in at night, reading him fables about families overcoming hardship, she'd feel a stirring in her chest that was more than simple duty. It felt maternal.
They reached the main atrium, where Roxanne Wolf was already standing near a polished stage platform, arms folded, blinking her emerald eyes to adjust after recharging. The second she spotted Harry's telltale bunny suit, she grinned. "Morning, champ," Roxy said, flipping her hair dramatically. "Ready to show off again today?"
Harry blushed but returned her smile. "Y-yes," he whispered, hugging the bunny head to his chest. He'd come to see Roxy as the ultimate example of confidence. Her boldness, her swagger, all of it made him want to hold his head higher. She never seemed afraid of anything, and she always told him it was okay to believe in himself. Sometimes, she'd gently chide him if she caught him shrinking away from praise. "I'm gonna wave at the kids," he added, "but... I think I might stay in front a little longer this time."
Roxanne gave him a playful nudge with her furry elbow. "Good for you. Show them who's boss," she teased. "Just watch your feet. You nearly tripped yesterday." The memory made Harry blush. He'd been so eager that he nearly tangled himself in the bunny costume's sleeves. Monty had caught him before he fell on his face, an unexpectedly gentle move from the normally rowdy gator.
"Will do, Roxy," Harry said, face buried partially behind the costume's neckline. He glanced up at Vanessa, who nodded in encouragement, and the two parted ways so that Vanessa could handle her early shift duties. Harry wandered over to Monty's Gator Golf next, trailing the oversized bunny feet behind him.
When he arrived, Montgomery Gator was adjusting a small golf display, wearing his usual brash grin. Spotting Harry, Monty let out an exaggerated cheer. "Hey there, lil' buddy," he said. "Ya ready to putt around with me later?"
Harry nodded shyly, remembering how Monty had taught him to hold a child-sized putter. The memory of Monty's big mechanical hand guiding his smaller one warmed his heart. He might still be clumsy, but Monty had shown unwavering patience, cheering him on for every minor improvement. Monty also took on a pseudo-uncle role, sometimes teasing Harry about being the littlest bunny in the place. But the teasing always carried genuine affection.
"I'd like that," Harry told him. "Just... can we do it after I wave to the kids? They might want to see me in the bunny costume first."
"Sure thing, sport," Monty replied, ruffling what little hair Harry had poking out of the costume's hood. "They'll love seeing ya, trust me. You're the cutest mascot we got."
Harry blushed bright red and mumbled a soft thank you. Compliments still made him squirm, but a shy smile would always follow. Monty chuckled and turned back to adjusting the display. Harry wandered on, passing through the atrium until he spotted Glamrock Chica in her bright neon glory. She was already entertaining a handful of staff members, showing off a silly dance routine. When Chica spotted Harry, she waved him over excitedly.
"Harry! I was just thinking about you," she sang out. "I found some new snack ideas in the staff kitchen. Want to try them later? We can do taste-tests."
Harry's eyes sparkled. He'd discovered a love for fresh food—he'd never had so many choices at the Dursleys', where stale bread and leftover scraps were all he'd known. "Yes, please," he whispered. "I love your snacks, Chica."
"Yay!" she exclaimed. Then, noticing how the staff around her were staring at Harry, she ushered them closer. "Look, it's the littlest bunny in the Pizzaplex," she announced proudly. "A round of applause for Harry!" They clapped, and Harry's face glowed. He gave a small wave, hugging the costume to his chest. The staff had grown accustomed to seeing him every day, but never tired of praising his bravery. Many of them had guessed he'd been through something tragic, though they didn't know the details. They only knew a gentle child lived here, under Vanessa's guardianship, and he brightened their days.
The final animatronic on his daily morning route was Glamrock Freddy, who stood by a large sign bearing the day's schedule for upcoming performances. Freddy was the most fatherly figure among them—his deep voice, calm manner, and gentle eyes always reassured Harry. He'd often stoop down to Harry's level and praise him for the simplest achievements, calling him "remarkably brave." That praise felt especially meaningful since Harry was used to hearing how worthless he was from the Dursleys.
"Good morning, Harry," Freddy intoned as the boy approached. "I trust you slept well?"
Harry nodded. "Yes, sir," he replied softly. Freddy responded with a kindly chuckle at being called "sir" again. The big bear animatronic leaned down, placing a gentle metal hand on Harry's shoulder.
"You're a bright spot here," Freddy said. "Everyone loves seeing you. Are you ready for the day's visitors?"
Harry took a breath. "Yes. I'm going to wave more... be braver," he explained. He liked using that word: braver. He never would have described himself as brave before arriving at the Pizzaplex. Fear had always been his default state. But this place and these people—Vanessa, the animatronics, even Grandpa William—had helped him realize that bravery didn't mean never being afraid. It meant trying anyway, trusting in the goodness of the world around him. Or, at least, trusting that he had a place in it.
"Excellent," Freddy said, patting him once more. "I'll be watching from the stage if you need support."
Spurred on by this encouragement, Harry made his way to the main entrance where visitors would start flowing in. Staff unlocked the doors at precisely nine o'clock, and families began trickling in: parents pushing strollers, children racing ahead to see the animatronics. Harry stood near the corner, breathing deeply. The costume was comforting, but sometimes he still got a knot in his stomach at the prospect of new people. A boy about his age rushed in with wide eyes, squealed at the sight of Harry in the bunny suit, and ran straight to him.
"Mom, look, a bunny!" the boy shouted, making his mother laugh. Harry froze for a split second but then managed a little wave.
"Hi," he whispered. The boy giggled, and his mother smiled kindly at Harry. She likely assumed he was a performer or a staff member's child, but didn't ask questions. She just said how cute he was, and Harry blushed as usual. The boy began babbling about how he'd seen pictures of this place in a magazine, how he wanted to try Monty's Gator Golf, how he couldn't wait to see Roxy's Raceway. Harry shyly pointed them to where they could find each attraction, recalling the Pizzaplex map. The mother thanked him, and they were on their way, leaving Harry with a soft glow of pride at having helped.
He continued greeting families in this manner for the next couple of hours, always returning to Vanessa or the animatronics when he felt overwhelmed. It was a comfortable routine—he'd wave, sometimes speak a few words, accept any compliments with a shy smile, and then retreat. Each day, he felt the edge of his shyness wear away a bit more, replaced by a sense of belonging. And each evening, he'd curl up in the security office, read a story with Vanessa, and drift off, safe and loved.
As the days turned into weeks, culminating in early May, Harry's presence became an integral part of the Pizzaplex's daily life. Staff members might ask him politely to help hand out flyers or guide lost children to the nearest restrooms. Parents would glance at him in the bunny suit and grin, charmed by such an endearing mascot. Sometimes, a child would cry, and Harry's gentleness would soothe them—he'd offer a silly wave or bounce in the suit, prompting a shaky smile from the distressed toddler. The animatronics, for their part, began to rely on him for morale. His laughter in the backstage areas, his attempts to help clean up small messes, his unbridled delight in new tasks—these little gestures made them feel like they had a real family member in their midst, bridging the gap between machine and child.
Vanessa observed all this quietly. On one particularly calm afternoon in early May, she found Harry sitting on a bench in a side hall, staring at some childish drawings pinned to a bulletin board. He'd made a few of them himself in the days prior—crayon sketches of the animatronics, the Pizzaplex, and, hesitantly, a tall figure that resembled William. The first time she saw that drawing, she'd asked, "Is that your grandpa?"
Harry had nodded, explaining how he imagined him in the "young man" form that he'd glimpsed. Vanessa had praised the drawing, and now it was pinned among the others. Seeing him perched there, lost in thought, she approached and sat down beside him. "You okay, kiddo?" she asked, gently brushing some dust from the bunny suit's sleeve.
"Yeah," Harry replied. Then he bit his lip. "Sometimes, I just wish... I wish the rest of my family was here, too. I love everyone here, but I keep thinking about what Grandpa said—how Aunt Elizabeth sneaks sweets and how Uncle Evan is shy like me. I wonder if they'd like the Pizzaplex, or if they'd want to stay."
Vanessa gave his shoulder a light squeeze. "I'm sure they'd love it here," she said, though deep inside, she wasn't entirely sure how that would go. William's family had a complicated history, and the notion of them suddenly appearing in the Pizzaplex unsettled her. Would they be like William, partially intangible, once-twisted souls looking for redemption? She forced a smile for Harry's sake. "But you've got us in the meantime," she reminded him.
He looked at her, a small smile curving his lips. "I know," he said, hugging her side. "Thank you, Nessa-Mum." He'd started calling her that occasionally—"Nessa-Mum," spoken in a hesitant hush. The first time, she almost teared up, stunned that he could see her as a mother figure. Now, hearing it again, her heart fluttered with warmth and fear. She knew how big that title was, and she didn't want to disappoint him.
"You can call me whatever you like," she told him softly. "I'm here for you."
Harry smiled, leaning against her. "I love living here. I feel safe."
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, letting the hum of the Pizzaplex fill the spaces between them. Roxanne strode past at one point, gave them a knowing wink, and ambled on. Monty's distant laughter echoed from the Gator Golf attraction. Chica's melodic hum floated from a corridor. Freddy's deep voice boomed in a gentle greeting to passing families. This was the symphony of Harry's life now—voices that cared, voices that showed him kindness. And in the center of it all was Vanessa, quiet, watchful, protective, who had grown to see him as her own, no matter what official papers said.
By May 14th, his bond with the animatronics was akin to a real family dynamic. Roxy had taken to giving him mini "pep talks," telling him to be proud of himself. If she caught him apologizing too many times or hanging his head, she'd gently remind him, "Hey, chin up—this place wouldn't be half as fun without you." Monty teased him about being the littlest champion on the mini-golf course, always with a playful grin. Chica found ways to slip him small sweets or surprise him with a new silly song. Freddy praised him for every small act of courage, from handing out balloons to stepping onto a stage to wave at the audience during a birthday celebration. Their acceptance of him as part of their group had blossomed from novelty to genuine affection.
Vanessa, for her part, had begun teaching him basic reading and writing. Every night in the security office, she'd help him trace letters on a scrap pad, sometimes relating them to silly jokes or stories so it felt like a game. Harry's progress was rapid—he had a sharp mind, just little formal instruction. The more he learned, the more he realized how neglected he'd been academically at the Dursleys'. Yet he didn't dwell on that sadness for long. The future was all that mattered now, and in this Pizzaplex, he had all the support he needed.
On the evening of May 14th, after the crowds had left and the animatronics powered down to low-energy mode, Harry sat in Vanessa's lap, exhausted from the day's excitement. She was reading him a story about a lost kitten finding a home with a kind family, and he listened intently, eyes drooping but filled with contentment. A gentle hush fell over them in the security office. Just before drifting off, Harry murmured, "Do you think my family... will come soon?"
Vanessa stroked his messy hair. "Maybe," she whispered, feeling an odd certainty. "And when they do, we'll be ready."
He nodded, tucking his face into the bunny costume that still acted like a blanket for him. He fell asleep with a small smile. Vanessa watched him, heart swelling with a protective love. She knew that change loomed on the horizon. Whether it was William returning with his family or something else from the wizarding world, she sensed that Harry's life would never be dull. But for now, she cradled him in her arms, letting him rest in innocence and hope.
When May 15th dawned, the wind outside carried a faint chill, and the sky overhead was cloudy and gray. The Pizzaplex's neon signs still glowed cheerfully, chasing away any gloom. Vanessa led Harry to the atrium like usual, not suspecting how drastically the day would unravel. He greeted a handful of early guests and played a short round of golf with Monty. Around midday, the animatronics bustled about, preparing for a special event on the main stage. Harry was nibbling on a pastry from Chica's staff-only stash when he felt a prickling at the back of his neck—the same subtle, staticky feeling he sometimes got right before William manifested.
"Vanessa?" he said, tugging on her sleeve. She was reviewing a schedule for upcoming parties. "I feel... Grandpa's coming?"
She arched an eyebrow. "William?" she asked, glancing around warily. The last time he'd appeared unannounced, it had been startling. But she didn't see or hear anything unusual. "Maybe," she allowed, closing the folder. "We'll just keep our eyes open."
Harry didn't need to wait long. Barely a few minutes later, the lights flickered near the main entrance, and the staff murmured in confusion. Vanessa's heart skipped. Something was interfacing with the system. She pulled Harry closer, stepping away from the public areas. A moment later, she saw a small group of figures stepping through the doors, though they didn't open them in any normal sense. It was as if they walked from a shimmer of light into the building. Or perhaps it was an illusion, courtesy of advanced technology. She blinked hard, not trusting her eyes at first.
At the forefront stood William Afton, in his chosen late-thirties human form, handsome but perpetually tinged with that intangible static aura if one looked closely enough. He wore a relieved expression upon seeing Harry. But he wasn't alone. Flanking him were four new individuals, each emanating the same subtle glitchy presence. Yet, to casual eyes, they appeared perfectly human.
Vanessa's throat constricted. This had to be the Afton family. She recognized them from the bits and pieces Harry had described: Clara, the wife, poised with regal bearing and gentle eyes; Elizabeth, a mischievous glint flickering in her gaze; Evan, timidly hovering at the edges, and Michael, tall and confident in a teenage rebellious way, though obviously older than a typical teen. The illusions must have masked their real appearances, making them look more or less how they might have in life. Her mind reeled. This was exactly the scenario she'd half-anticipated, half-dreaded. She gently nudged Harry forward, letting him take the lead.
He looked up, eyes wide. They locked with Clara's first. She had a composed, almost ethereal beauty, her hair pinned neatly, her posture reminiscent of a dancer. For a heartbeat, they stared at each other. Harry's bunny costume seemed almost comical next to her refined aura, yet the vulnerability in his eyes spoke volumes. Without a word, he shuffled forward, drawn to her as if by instinct.
Clara's lips trembled. "Harry," she breathed. Then, in a rush of emotion, she opened her arms, and Harry darted into them without hesitation. Vanessa's eyes widened at how immediate that connection was. She saw William exhale a silent sigh of relief. Meanwhile, Roxanne and the other animatronics, who had come to the entrance to investigate the flicker, watched the scene with caution, not sure whether to intervene.
Harry buried his face in Clara's side, hugging her tightly. "Grandma," he whispered. The moment their bodies touched, something passed between them—a shimmering wave that made the illusions flicker briefly, as if revealing a flash of animatronic or spirit form underneath. Clara gasped, tears appearing in her eyes. Memories she'd lost, forcibly ripped away by Dumbledore's manipulations, rushed in. Everything about Lily, everything about how Lily was taken, how Lily died, how Lily's child was hidden away. Her breath caught in her throat, and she clung to Harry, tears slipping freely.
"My Lily," Clara moaned softly. "Oh, sweet Lily... and your son is in my arms."
Harry felt her trembling. He hugged her tighter, a small boy offering comfort he barely understood. He'd heard the stories of how Lily was stolen from them, how the memories had been suppressed. Now, seeing Clara's tears, he understood the depth of that pain. She sniffled, stroking his hair, murmuring thanks that he was here and safe. Harry's heart pounded. He felt needed, cherished, a link to Lily that was healing an old wound.
Standing to the side, Vanessa found her own eyes growing misty. She could sense the raw emotional current swirling in that hug. She noticed William looking both proud and anxious. Next to him, the three younger illusions studied Harry with a mix of curiosity and longing. Elizabeth, who looked like a girl of about eight, was the first to speak. She stepped forward, hands on her hips, and regarded Harry with a playful grin. "So you're my nephew, huh?" she declared dramatically, adopting a theatrical stance. "I'm Auntie Elizabeth, in case you forgot."
Harry disentangled himself from Clara, glancing at Elizabeth. It was a bit confusing—she looked younger than him physically, yet was clearly older in spirit. He swallowed. "Aunt Elizabeth?" he managed, uncertain if he was using the correct title for someone who appeared like a child. She apparently caught his hesitation, because she hopped closer, tapped his nose, and said, "Yes, indeed. Auntie Elizabeth, your cooler, older aunt. You can call me that." She winked.
A shy giggle escaped Harry. The tension that had built from meeting Clara eased into humor. "A-okay, Aunt Elizabeth," he said, biting back a smile at the absurdity. She flashed him a triumphant grin, then spun to shoot Michael a snarky look, as if silently bragging that she'd introduced herself first.
Evan was next, stepping out from behind William. He appeared as a quiet preteen, eyes downcast, shoulders hunched slightly, as though expecting the world to be scary. Still, there was a softness in his gaze when he looked at Harry. After a moment's hesitation, he extended a small carved figurine—a roughly shaped toy resembling a bear, reminiscent of Golden Freddy's design. "This... is for you," he said softly, voice trembling. "I made it. I'm... your Uncle Evan."
Harry's heart warmed at the gesture. He reached out, took the figurine carefully, then offered Evan a bright smile. "Thank you," he whispered. "I... I love it. Hi, Uncle Evan." The tension in Evan's posture eased, and a small, relieved smile crossed his lips. They shared a quiet moment, a pair of shy souls forming an unspoken bond.
Michael, on the other hand, was shifting his weight awkwardly. He appeared as a tall teenager, wearing a casual jacket and a slightly cocky stance, though his eyes betrayed a swirl of nerves. Elizabeth snuck him a gleeful look, probably waiting for Harry to mention the infamous rebellious incident. Sure enough, Harry turned to him, remembering William's rants. "Are you... Uncle Michael, the rebellious teenager?" Harry asked, pointing. The immediate flush on Michael's cheeks told Harry all he needed to know.
Elizabeth let out a peal of laughter, clapping her hands. "Yes, that's him, all right," she teased. "Our dear big brother who stole Dad's car."
Michael cleared his throat, shooting William a betrayed glance. "Seems Father's been telling stories," he muttered, cheeks still reddening. William offered a sheepish shrug. Then, to Harry, Michael knelt down a bit. "I guess that's me," he admitted quietly. "But I've grown up since then—more or less."
William snickered softly, snapping his fingers to make a tiny holographic rain cloud float over Michael's head. It was a playful glitch he'd programmed as a mild revenge for all that teenage angst from years ago. Michael's eyes widened indignantly. "Seriously, Dad?" he hissed, swiping at the digital cloud that hovered, releasing small droplets. Harry laughed aloud, that sweet, tinkling laughter that brightened every corner. The animatronics, who had been standing back warily, found themselves smiling. Even Roxy snorted, arms folded, amused by the teenage illusions.
Despite the embarrassment, Michael composed himself and turned back to Harry with a wry smile. "Anyway, it's good to meet you, Harry," he said. "Sorry if my rebellious history gave you a weird impression." He ruffled Harry's hair lightly. "I promise to be a better uncle than I was a teenage son."
Harry nodded, still giggling, and hopped in place, the bunny suit's ears flopping. That small hop was a sign of his excitement. He couldn't believe he was meeting them all at once. It felt like a dream. Vanessa, watching from near a wall, inhaled deeply. She realized that the group who had just arrived were all illusions disguising animatronic or spectral forms. She guessed they were physically intangible or mechanical, yet they carried themselves with a semblance of life and affection that was oddly beautiful.
William cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention. "Well," he said, "this is my family. You've heard me talk about them. Clara, Elizabeth, Evan, and Michael. They've come with me because... we want to meet Harry properly. We want to help him see he's never alone." He cast a glance at Vanessa and the animatronics. "We also promise not to cause trouble. We're here to support Harry, not disrupt your routine."
Vanessa swallowed, stepping forward with caution. "I'm Vanessa," she introduced herself. "I've been caring for Harry since he arrived here." Her tone was protective, eyes flicking between them. "It's... nice to meet you all. I'm sorry if we seem wary, but—"
Clara turned, still holding Harry's hand gently, and faced Vanessa with a soft expression. "We understand," she said, voice carrying a motherly tone. "I know our family's past is complicated. We truly are grateful that you've been there for Harry." She bowed her head. "Thank you for protecting our grandson when we couldn't."
Vanessa's eyes stung with tears. She'd never been thanked like this. She nodded stiffly, feeling a swirl of relief that they didn't come off as demanding or invasive. "He's a wonderful boy," she said simply. "He's brought so much joy here."
Behind them, the animatronics crept closer. Roxanne circled around, eyeing the illusions with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. Chica moved near Harry, lightly resting a hand on his shoulder. Freddy approached with slow, measured steps, prepared to mediate if needed. Monty remained partially behind them, arms crossed, wearing an inscrutable expression.
"So... these are your relatives, kid?" Monty asked Harry, keeping his voice neutral. "They good people?"
Harry, peeking out from Clara's side, nodded. "Yes," he insisted. "They're... they're my family. They won't hurt us." The animatronics exchanged glances. They had always been protective of Harry, suspicious of outside forces. But they trusted Harry's judgment more than anything. So they took a breath—collectively, in their own mechanical way—and relaxed.
Clara and Elizabeth approached the animatronics, introducing themselves politely. It was surreal to watch them greet Roxanne and Monty as if meeting new neighbors. Evan stood back, eyes darting. He seemed fascinated by the animatronics but too shy to speak much. Michael gave them a nod of respect, mindful of the watchful stares.
William gently placed a hand on Vanessa's arm. "I know this might be sudden," he said in a low voice. "But the illusions discs we perfected let them appear fully human. We wanted to do this for Harry. I hope it's not too large a disruption."
Vanessa exhaled. "We'll adapt," she said. "Just... warn me next time, okay?" Her lips twitched in a faint smile.
With that, the Afton family had arrived, stepping into the bright swirl of the Pizzaplex. William guided them deeper inside, and the animatronics parted to give them space. The staff who passed by saw only a handful of newcomers, apparently on a special tour. No alarms went off; the illusions worked flawlessly. Meanwhile, Clara kept Harry's hand, occasionally stopping to peer at the colorful decorations or to comment on how lively the place was. Elizabeth kept up a string of commentary about how "awesome" the neon décor looked, teasing Harry about whether he had his own fan club. Evan stuck close, sometimes offering a shy grin. Michael tried to appear casual, but occasionally, Harry would catch him marveling at the advanced lighting or animatronic technology.
They ended up congregating by a quieter lounge area near the back. Vanessa had discreetly steered them there to avoid too many prying eyes. Harry perched on a stool, gazing in awe at his grandmother, aunt, uncles, and grandpa, all together. He'd sometimes had dreams of Lily, though faint, and this felt close to that dream. He hoped Lily would be proud. The intangible hole in his life where parents should have been no longer felt so gaping. Surrounded by the Aftons, he found a sense of belonging that calmed the ache.
Clara knelt beside him. He noticed the way her illusions flickered slightly, as if she were slightly translucent under the lighting. Still, she was solid enough to place a tender hand on his cheek. "I can't believe I'm really here with you," she whispered. "You look so much like Lily did as a child. Did anyone ever tell you that?"
Harry flushed, shaking his head. "No one," he admitted. "I never had pictures of her."
Pain flickered in Clara's gaze. "We'll fix that," she promised, glancing at William. "We have some old photographs stored away. Maybe we can show you someday." She turned back, eyes shining with tears that didn't quite fall. "Thank you for letting me remember. When I held you, it was like a missing piece of my soul came back."
Harry nodded, not fully understanding but feeling the depth of her gratitude. He patted her hand gently. "You're welcome," he said. "I'm just... I'm happy you're here."
Elizabeth hopped over, grinning. "So, Harry, do you really live in that bunny costume all day?" She teased by poking at the floppy ears. "You must get really hot in there. Don't you ever wear normal clothes?"
Harry giggled. "I do sometimes," he admitted. "But I like it. It's comfortable, and it makes me feel safe." He gazed at Elizabeth, noticing she was only an inch or two shorter than him. Strange, considering she was technically older by decades. But he found it fun rather than unsettling. "Aunt Elizabeth, do you really steal sweets?" he asked, recalling William's story.
Elizabeth smirked. "Once a sweet-tooth, always a sweet-tooth," she replied, crossing her arms. "I'd love to taste some of this place's goodies. Monty's Gator Golf looked neat too. You gotta show me around."
Harry beamed, nodding rapidly. "Of course!" he said, excited at the idea of playing tour guide for his own family. "Chica has the best snacks, and Monty's golf is really fun, and Roxy's Raceway is cool, and—" He stopped, breathless. Evan gave a quiet laugh from behind him.
"I want to see it all too," Evan said softly. "If that's okay." He fiddled with the edge of his jacket. "I'm not used to... places like this."
Harry slid off the stool, stepping over to Evan. "Me neither," he admitted. "But it's safe here. And if we get scared, we can hide behind Roxy or Monty. They're big and tough."
Evan's eyes lit up with gratitude. "Thank you," he said. They shared a shy smile.
Michael joined them, hooking his thumbs in his pockets. "So, does this place have any secrets? Hidden rooms, old robots? Father mentioned some staff-only areas."
Harry cocked his head. "Um, not sure," he said. He recalled how he'd once been led into a backroom by Vanny, but that was a memory overshadowed by dark events. "We mostly stay in the main areas, or the security office. That's where I sleep." He paused, glancing at Vanessa, who hovered near the lounge entrance, chatting quietly with William and Clara about logistics.
Michael followed his gaze. "Vanessa's been good to you," he observed. He still carried some tension in his posture, likely from decades of complicated feelings about father figures. "I can see why you're attached to her."
Harry nodded. "She's like a mum to me," he said. "She taught me to read and took care of me. She didn't have to, but she did." The sincerity in his voice melted Michael's guarded exterior. He reached out and patted the top of Harry's bunny hood.
"She sounds better than the guardians you had before," Michael noted quietly. "I'm glad you found her."
By now, the animatronics had inched closer, forming a loose circle around the lounge. Roxanne glared lightly at William, but nodded to Clara, maintaining a measured politeness. Glamrock Freddy approached calmly, bowing his head in a gentlemanly manner to greet them. Montgomery Gator, arms crossed, offered a curt "hello," which Elizabeth returned with a playful wave. Chica squealed about wanting to introduce them to her cooking. Slowly, the tension thawed, replaced by curious conversations.
The visitors to the Pizzaplex carried on mostly oblivious to the extraordinary reunion happening behind the scenes. Occasionally, staff might glance over and see the new group—two adults, three younger individuals—chatting with the animatronics. They assumed it was some special corporate inspection or perhaps a VIP family. The illusions discs did their job, ensuring no one questioned their presence or saw a hint of animatronic endoskeletons behind the façade.
That first day, May 15th, was a whirlwind of introductions and emotional moments. Clara and Elizabeth took time to talk to Vanessa, thanking her profusely for how she'd cared for Harry. Vanessa responded humbly, saying that Harry had given her purpose, a sense of meaning she'd never had. Evan quietly explored corners of the building with Harry, comparing notes on which places were least crowded, which corridors were coziest. Monty observed them, occasionally stepping in to show them the hidden mini-golf corners he had set up. Roxanne kept a sharp eye on William, but grudgingly acknowledged that he seemed purely focused on Harry's well-being. Michael, drifting around, asked pointed questions about the Pizzaplex's security systems, likely out of habit from his own experiences at other Fazbear facilities. By the end of the day, everyone was exhausted, but a sense of new possibility hovered in the air.
The following days, from May 16th through May 20th, were a study in blending two families: the found family of Vanessa and the animatronics, and the blood family of the Aftons. Initially, Vanessa was tense around Clara, unsure whether Lily's mother might resent her or try to take Harry away. But Clara diffused that worry by praising Vanessa's devotion. "You've been the mother figure he needed," Clara said softly one evening, while Harry played with Elizabeth and Evan in the main atrium. "I'm not here to replace you. We just want to share in his happiness, fill in the gaps about Lily, about our family." Vanessa could only nod, touched by the woman's sincerity.
For their part, the animatronics wrestled with old fears and suspicions. William's presence always triggered reminders of murder and lost children in the Fazbear legacy. But seeing how he approached Harry with warmth, and how Clara and Elizabeth showered him with affection, slowly chipped away at that distrust. When the Aftons spoke about Lily, explaining how she was stolen by a wizard and how they lost memories under magical compulsion, the animatronics found themselves sympathizing. Even Roxanne admitted, in a private moment to Vanessa, "I can see they're genuine. Harry's joy is real when he's around them. I won't hold Father's sins against all of them if they're truly here to love him."
The Aftons brought stories, and they brought memories. Each evening, they would gather with Harry and share tales of Lily's childhood: how she once tried to bake cookies with Elizabeth and ended up coating the entire kitchen in flour, or how she'd sneak out at night to watch the stars with Evan because he was scared of the dark. These recollections made Lily come alive for Harry. He often wept quietly, wishing he had known her, but the tears were mixed with gratitude—at least he had her family now. Clara even sang an old lullaby one night, her voice trembling with a mother's longing, and Harry leaned against her illusions disc form, lulled into a gentle doze by the melody.
Elizabeth recounted mischief, pranks, and sibling rivalries. She animatedly described times she and Lily teamed up to trick Michael into doing chores, or how Lily would defend Evan when Michael teased him too hard. Then she'd apologize to Michael if she overstepped, a humorous sibling dynamic playing out in real time. Michael would roll his eyes but smirk, reminding everyone he'd changed since those teenage days. Evan, in his quiet manner, talked about how Lily always encouraged him to speak up, how she told him his fears were valid. He said, softly, that he felt Lily's presence in Harry's gentle nature.
Amid these warm moments, small conflicts did arise. The animatronics had been Harry's guardians in their own way, and now they had to share that role with Lily's actual family. Monty once confronted William about how the past impacted their trust, and William, to everyone's surprise, didn't snap or become defensive. He simply acknowledged their concerns, promising to remain truthful and protective of Harry. Vanessa struggled with her own insecurities, worried that the Aftons might eventually take Harry away. But Clara reassured her again and again, even hugging her once, saying, "Vanessa, dear, if not for you, we wouldn't have a grandson to meet. You saved him. We want you in his life."
Harry noticed these tensions—he was more observant than people gave him credit for—but he tried to fix them in the only way he knew how: by pulling everyone together in a common activity. One evening, he asked if the animatronics and the Aftons could all sit in the main dining area for a "family storytime." He set out chairs, with some help, and invited each party to share a short story about themselves. The first few moments were awkward, but soon Roxanne boasted about a funny race from that day, Monty chimed in with an anecdote about chasing a stray staff bot, Chica talked about how she accidentally burned a batch of pizza, making everyone laugh. Then Clara told a short memory of Lily learning to dance from her, Elizabeth recounted a hilarious prank, and so on. By the end of the session, they weren't all hugging and singing Kumbaya, but the atmosphere had softened into something akin to genuine acceptance.
By May 20th, the Pizzaplex had settled into a new normal. The illusions discs let the Aftons come and go without raising eyebrows, though they tried not to appear every day to avoid suspicion. Harry reveled in his time with them—especially enjoying Elizabeth's dramatic flair and Evan's gentle companionship. He would still do his daily tasks with the animatronics, wave at guests, and cling to Vanessa for bedtime stories. But now, he also had these new relatives who called him nephew, grandson, or simply "Harry," filling him with a sense of belonging he'd never felt before.
One of the final nights before the next big wave of weekend parties, they all convened in a quiet corridor after hours. Harry stood in the center, the bunny costume around him like always. Clara sat on a bench, humming a lullaby. Elizabeth leaned against the wall, fiddling with illusions-based ribbons in her hair. Evan perched next to Harry, offering him the carved bear figurine to hold. Michael was talking softly with Monty about some mechanical detail, surprising them both with his knowledge. Roxanne paced, half-listening. Chica tidied up a leftover cupcake tray. Freddy conversed quietly with William about potential security vulnerabilities. Vanessa hovered, arms folded, watching Harry with affectionate eyes. She found herself thinking about how far they'd all come, how many barriers they'd crossed to stand here as a complicated but loving family unit. If someone had told her weeks ago that the Pizzaplex would become a sanctuary for a child and his half-ghost, half-animatronic relatives, she would have scoffed. But here they were, forging bonds that no ordinary logic could explain.
Harry approached Vanessa, tugging gently at her hand. "Nessa-Mum?" he said softly, barely above a whisper. "Thank you. For everything."
She ruffled his hair, tears brimming. "Always, kiddo," she whispered. "I'm just glad you're happy."
William, noticing them, paused his conversation with Freddy and turned to watch, a small, contemplative smile on his face. Clara saw it too, then patted the space next to her on the bench, wordlessly inviting him to sit. He joined her, and they both gazed at Harry, surrounded by the Pizzaplex family. In that moment, the swirl of tension from the past felt distant. Lily's memory pulsed in their hearts—her absence a painful scar, yet somehow, her legacy shone in Harry's bright eyes.
The hush was broken by Elizabeth's sudden yawn. She stretched dramatically, complaining she was bored of standing around, and demanded that Harry give her a private tour of Roxy's Raceway so she could see if the go-karts were as fast as rumored. Evan shuffled along behind her, curious. Roxanne, overhearing this challenge, smirked and bragged about how no illusions disc could beat the real racer. Monty teased Elizabeth about being too short to reach the pedals, earning a playful swat. Laughter spread through the group, warming the corridor.
Vanessa shook her head in mild amusement. William and Clara rose, following at a leisurely pace. Freddy offered to power up the Raceway track for a short demonstration. Chica rummaged for an extra helmet that might fit Elizabeth's "child" illusion size. Michael ambled along, hands in his pockets, leaning in to comment about how surreal it all was. Everyone's footsteps echoed against the polished floors as they moved deeper into the building, a patchwork family whose edges still needed smoothing, but who were determined to make it work. And in the heart of that circle walked Harry, the catalyst for their unity, the boy who had once believed no one wanted him.
When they reached Roxy's Raceway, Harry trotted ahead eagerly, the bunny suit's ears bouncing. He began explaining how the karts worked, how one had to be tall enough to see over the wheel. Elizabeth listened with feigned seriousness, then demanded to know if she could break the speed record. Roxanne rolled her eyes but offered to show the track's layout. Monty joked about betting on who would crash first. Evan hovered, looking torn between excitement and anxiety, while Michael asked Vanessa about the safety features.
Clara and William stepped aside, watching the lively scene. Clara let out a soft sigh, leaning her head on William's shoulder. "Lily would be so proud," she said. "Harry is... everything we could have hoped for." William nodded, his eyes never leaving Harry. "Yes," he replied quietly, "and I won't let anyone take this from him. He's safe with us all."
Vanessa overheard, her chest tightening with relief. She realized how much they all cared about Harry's well-being now. Tension lingered over the wizarding world threat, but for this night, they let it rest. The illusions discs, the hidden truths—they all paled in comparison to the simple fact that Harry was no longer alone. Each step forward was a step toward healing.
Watching them, Harry felt a rush of indescribable warmth. He marveled at how the animatronics, Vanessa, and the Aftons coexisted, bridging painful histories and magical curses. And he thought of Lily—his mother he never knew—and silently promised to make her proud, to carry her love forward in this patchwork family. As he hopped into a go-kart seat to demonstrate something for Elizabeth, a wide grin on his face, he knew he was exactly where he belonged.
By the end of the night on May 20th, the group congregated once more at the atrium. They were tired, but brimming with that gentle glow that comes from shared experiences. Harry's cheeks were flushed from excitement, Elizabeth was still gloating about her (alleged) new track record, Evan quietly confessed he'd found the ride fun, and Monty teased Roxy about losing to a "little kid." Roxy shot back that illusions discs gave unfair advantages. Michael teased them both with a smirk. Clara stifled a laugh, while William gave her an affectionate nudge. Vanessa, trailing behind, could only smile as she saw all the personalities intermingling with a surprising harmony.
Before they parted ways, they gathered in a private corner so William could finalize plans. He was investigating more about the wizarding world, the blocks on Lily's memory, and how best to keep Harry safe indefinitely. He didn't share every detail—some truths might be too heavy—but he assured them that if danger approached, the Aftons would stand beside the Pizzaplex family. Clara stepped forward, hugging Vanessa briefly, whispering gratitude in her ear. Elizabeth insisted on a second go-around of hugging Harry, while Evan shyly patted his back. Michael saluted Harry, half-joking, half-earnest, telling him to keep an eye on his "rebellious teenage illusions." William hovered last, placing a gentle hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Be good, my grandson," William said softly, his tone carrying a quiet vow. "I'll be around soon. I promise."
Harry nodded, hugging him, feeling no fear in that embrace. Then, in a flicker of shimmering air, the illusions discs activated, and the Aftons vanished, leaving only empty space where they stood. For a moment, the corridor was silent, save for the hum of overhead lights. Vanessa put a hand on Harry's shoulder, and he tilted his head back to look at her, eyes shining with emotion. The animatronics exhaled (or their mechanical equivalent) in unison, glancing around. Another day ended, but with so much hope kindled.
As they returned to their nightly routines, Harry stayed close to Vanessa, still in the bunny costume. She ruffled his hair gently. "You okay?" she asked, sensing his whirlwind of feelings. He nodded, a soft, grateful smile on his face.
"I'm better than okay," he said quietly. "I... I have a family. Two families, actually. And that's something I never dreamed I'd have."
Vanessa felt tears prick at her eyes. She scooped him into a brief hug. "You deserve it," she whispered. "Now let's get you to bed, kiddo. We've got more birthdays tomorrow."
He giggled, letting her guide him. As they walked, he thought of Lily, of William, of each aunt and uncle he'd just met. He thought of Vanessa, the animatronics, the entire Pizzaplex. It felt like puzzle pieces, once scattered, were snapping into place. Sure, some edges were ragged, and they still faced the looming shadow of the wizarding world, but tonight he felt safe, loved, and strong. Wrapping the bunny costume's ears around himself like a blanket, he decided he'd treasure every moment of this new life, come what may.
In the quiet hush of the security office, the last image before Harry's eyes closed was that of the small carved bear Evan gave him, resting on the desk near the lamp. It reminded him of everything they'd shared: memories, stories, laughter, tears. Nestling into Vanessa's protective presence, he drifted off, heart full of dreams about tomorrow.
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