Five Nights at Freddy's: Rebooted Retribution

Prologue

It was a bright sunny day in the summer of 1995 when seven-year-old Farrah Trotsky and her four-year-old brother Adam was playing pirates inside their large suburban home. Farrah had been chasing her younger brother all across the living room equipped with a wooden sword, eye-patch and Captain's hat while he screamed with excitement running from her. The furniture lightly shook as they bumped into coffee tables and knocked pillows off the couch and onto the floor.

"Arr scallywag! I'm gonna make ye walk the plank!" She gleefully shouted as she dropped the broom she had grabbed from the kitchen earlier and threw it behind the couch pretending it was a plank. She chased after Adam some more with her toy sword drawn when the phone in the kitchen rang in the doorway. Kate, their mother, walked over to answer it.

"Kids knock it off!" Their mother ordered. "Farrah you put my broom back where it belongs, right now!" She shook a finger at her.

"But we're playing mom! —" The oldest protested with her toy sword still in hand. Kate made a gesture for her daughter to be quiet while she picked up the corded phone hanging on the kitchen wall. Farrah waited to hear her mom greet the person on the other end before enticing her brother to a sword fight.

"En garde!" She whispered loudly to him. He ran to pick up the broom and they were swinging their fake weapons around. They could faintly hear their mother walking around and talking somewhere in their relatively large kitchen.

"I think that would be a wonderful idea Judy." Mom was saying. "Socializing with other kids her age would be good for Farrah. There's not a lot of children she can play with in this culdesac... That's tomorrow at noon, right? "Just as the words left her lips, she was startled by a huge crash of glass shattering in the next room.

"I gotta go, I'll call you back later Judy. We'll be there for sure. Thanks, m'bye." Kate said as she hung up the phone and quickly peered around the corner for the source of the noise. She found that one of the kids had knocked over a lavender colored lamp off of one of the coffee tables and it laid in several pieces in the middle of the living room in front of the couch. She turned her attention onto her daughter. A guilty Farrah had dropped her toy sword instantly and pointed an accusing finger at her clueless brother who hadn't been holding anything, but Kate knew better than that.

"What have I told you kids about playing pirate inside the house? I told you guys to go out back if you're gonna horseplay. It's a nice summer day, there's no reason why you kids can't be outside."

"…But we're practicing—" Farrah protested again.

"Well pirates practice outside, now, give me that broom and pick up that lamp shade." She instructed. Farrah handed her the cream-colored lamp shade to her which had been crushed by all the chaos that was going on. Kate started sweeping up what was left of her lamp with dustpan now in hand.

"What was the phone call about mom?" A now curious Farrah asked.

"That was Richie's mom from down the street." She answered. "She wanted to invite you and your brother to little Richie's birthday party tomorrow at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"But Richie hates me. He never lets me play with him because I'm a girl. He threw me down in the sandbox a long time ago and made me dig for treasure and it was cat poop and I stuck my hand in it. All his friends laughed at me-"

"Farrah, don't be silly. That was a long time ago and I'm sure he was just playing around and didn't mean it. Little boys have a funny way of showing girls that they like them but they don't understand how to be friends with them." Kate tried to reassure her daughter the best she could but maybe it wasn't the right message? It was difficult being a single parent in the 90's. Farrah and Adam's father had died of cancer shortly after Adam was born, so Kate had no help. After all, it wasn't like children came with guidebooks, for she was still a young mother herself at the age of thirty and was still unsure of a lot of things when it came to raising kids alone and Farrah still didn't seem convinced that this social gathering was going to go well. Kate continued.

"…Besides, this is a new pizza place you haven't been to and I hear they have a pirate's cove…" She enticed and Farrah seemed to perk up.

"Really? Oh, I wanna go! I wanna go! When do we go?"

"You'll just have to wait and see when I take you and your brother tomorrow, but..." Kate said as Farrah leaned in, as if to pay attention closer. "You and Adam play pirate outside from now on because if anything else gets broken, you won't go. Okay?"

"Okay mom." Farrah agreed and nothing did get broken after that.

Just like that, the day seemed to end just as quickly as it came. It was already the next day, late in the morning and the family was on their way from picking up a present from the store for the birthday boy. It was a typical red fire truck. The kind that most parents get other people's kids when they don't know what they like. They took a short trip back to the house to wrap the present and they were soon off to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Noon sure did creep up fast and Farrah was excited and nervous at the same time. What if she didn't know anyone? She already had a hard time making friends when school was in session. Not a lot of the other girls wanted to play with her on recess because they weren't into pirates like Farrah. Most girls her age preferred to play with Barbie dolls, play make-up and ride their bikes at that time. The boys weren't much better to play with because typically they didn't want anything to do with playing with girls unless it was to put worms in their hair and pee down slides. Sometimes they would terrorize and chase the girls on the playground, but maybe this time will be different. I'm getting older now and I'm gonna be in second grade, Farrah thought to herself, and MY birthday was only… well it was coming up soon. I don't know what month it is now but I know my birthday is in November. Maybe I'll ask my mom to take me to Freddy's when it's my turn and it will be bigger and better than Richie's or anyone else's party could ever be and everyone will want to be my friend because I'm gonna be eight years old and I'll have the best party ever!

When Kate turned into the parking lot, Farrah, in her eye-patch and Captain's hat, curiously looked out the window to see this infamous pizza place that everyone was talking about. It was the first time she had been there. From what she could see, it was a big gray colored building trimmed in red and black and white checkered stripes with two big double glass doors to the entrance and was topped with the giant yellow and orange logo of a bear wearing a top hat that said Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria in what appeared to be bright purple or pink lettering. There were giant murals of some kind, showcasing two other animals on each side of the doors. One was of a purple rabbit with a bright blue background and the other was some kind of yellow chicken or duck with a pink background. Farrah could see the many colors of balloons in the windows when they walked up. Farrah and Adam walked closely behind their mother who was carrying an armful of bags and balloons. Farrah was designated to carry Richie's present which was wrapped in white with red, green, blue and yellow confetti print, topped with a dark purple bow.

The sounds of children screaming and laughing with excitement could be heard when they entered the semi-crowded large party room. Farrah peered over the tables and balloons to see three robotic animals on the main stage singing some rendition of a Beatles birthday song. It was the same three animals Farrah had seen pictured on the outside. Different colored lights lit up the stage and there was a disco ball in the middle of the room.

"Over here Kate!" Richie's mom waved from the front of the stage. She had been sitting at a round table covered in a white table cloth that was decorated with a group of three balloons and party hats. Kate set what she was carrying on a neighboring table and turned to Judy. "Hoppin' place huh?" She said trying to holler over the loud music.

"Yeah." Kate gave an exasperated sigh as she plopped down on a metal folding chair next to her. Adam crawled into his mom's lap and sat there sucking his thumb.

"Mommy where's the pirate place?" Farrah asked tugging at her moms' shirt tail.

"Well look at you!" Judy chimed in. "You have gotten so big from two years ago! Here, wouldn't you rather wear a party hat instead?" She exclaimed and grabbed one of the party hats off the table to give to Farrah but she recoiled shyly and shook her head no.

"She never takes that pirate hat off." Kate interrupted. "Little Farrah has been big into pirates since she was four years old and saw Peter Pan. We got her that pirate hat around Halloween. She just begged me and her father to get it for her-"

"Mom! You're embarrassing me!" Farrah said pulling her hat down over her one amber colored eye that wasn't covered by the eyepatch.

"I'm hungry mommy." Adam whined. Kate turned to her daughter.

"Farrah could you get a slice a pizza for you and brother please?"

"Do they have cheese pizza?" Farrah asked.

"There's all kinds of pizza on the table over there." Judy said pointing to a long rectangular table in the middle of the room. "Grab yourself a couple of plates dear."

Farrah walked over to the large white table and grabbed two paper plates. She walked down the aisle to see the different kinds of pizzas that were aligned all along it with more balloons and confetti that was on the tablecloth. She grabbed a couple slices of cheese pizza and brought it back to her mom's table. Her mom was laughing with Judy about their kids' first words.

"-Wouldn't you believe my Farrah's first word wasn't mommy or daddy?" Kate was saying. "It was fox, you know from that Fox and the Hound movie? Before she got into pirates, she was real big into foxes. She even thought cats were foxes. Her dad had to shoo a fox away from her when she just learned to walk. They were outside in our garden and she was feeding chicken nuggets at two years old to those little pests. She still has her little stuffed fox from when she was that old, always sucking on its head-"

"Mom!" Farrah interrupted and feeling frustrated that her mom had to share embarrassing stories of her.

"What baby?"

"I wanna go to the pirate area."

"In a minute honey, finish your pizza first." Kate said shooing her daughter to an adjacent table with some other kids so she could eat but Farrah didn't know anyone at first and was wondering where Richie and the other kids could be. Farrah seated herself at an empty table and started chowing down on her slice of pizza and watching the robot animals on stage. For a moment there, she seemed entranced by them. She had never seen anything like them before. So strange, yet there was something fun and alluring about them. This strangeness was what seemed to make them so appealing to everyone that Farrah couldn't take her eyes off them while she mindlessly ate. Was that a chicken or a duck? Whichever it was, that one was the scariest looking of the bunch to Farrah. The robot animals moved on to singing a different children's song at this point. You could almost hear the air from the animatronics being expelled from their joints as they moved around in very robotic-like gestures. I wonder if that's a real guitar the bunny has? Farrah thought and the bear seemed to be the lead singer of the group. The stage darkened when the singing animals were done with their song.

Farrah couldn't see any signs of anything pirate in here and was washed with a wave of disappointment for a split second, until one of the small TVs mounted on top of the stage cut to an advertisement displaying Pirate Cove and the character who was representing the venue. Farrah could hear the pirate voice on the intercom inviting kids to come join the excitement. She stuffed the rest of her pizza in her face and threw her plate away and hurriedly ran up to her mom.

"Mom, mom!" She said jumping up and down. "Can I go to Pirate Cove now?"

"I suppose, as long as you take your brother to the ball pit to play with the other toddlers." Farrah let out a reluctant sigh. "Here's a few dollars in case you wanna play some games." Farrah perked up and stuffed the bills in her pocket and led Adam to the ball pit which was only a few feet away from where their mom was sitting.

"Weeee!" He gleefully exclaimed as he dived right in the pit. Different colored balls flew up at three other toddlers and they giggled with excitement.

Farrah hurriedly made her way to find the corridor to Pirate Cove. She seemed to have found the correct one when she seen a sign with a skull and crossbones on it and an arrow pointing down a hallway that was lined with yet more balloons. The sound of laughter and more arcade sounds greeted her when she entered the room. There was a bunch of kids dressed as pirates playing tag in the dimly lit party room. Black lights illuminated treasure chests full of prizes lining the walls on one end with a couple of clerks standing by them waiting for kids to turn in their tickets. Farrah came across a coin machine and exchanged all the bills her mom gave her for pirate tokens to play some arcade games.

She found a skee-ball game that she liked and played that one first. She took her four tickets and moved onto a pirate ship arcade game which featured an orange fox on the side. One by one she played as many games as she could before running out of tokens. Farrah scurried over to the prize chests to check out what she could win. One of the clerks greeted her with a smile and she handed over her tickets so they could be counted.

"102. You can pick anything out of this chest." The clerk exclaimed pointing to a chest full of small stuffed plushies. The pizza place seemed to have an abundance of them so it was a good deal for 102 tickets. Farrah perused through the chest and found an orange fox with an eyepatch as her selection. "Good choice." The clerk said and gave her back her two remaining tickets and she scampered off to find the next activity and it wasn't long before she did.

Farrah happened to glance over in the corner of the room to see a big purple curtain with white stars decorated all over. It seemed to be the only part of Pirate Cove that was the darkest out of the whole room, so she strolled closer to get a better look with her new prize in hand. Her captain hat slid down her face and she pushed it up with her free hand and flipped up her eyepatch so she could see better. There was a sign just outside the curtain that read: "Out of Order. Sorry" Farrah grew curious about what was behind the curtain more than feeling nervous, she etched closer to peek inside but she was quickly interrupted by a punctual man wearing a blue security guard outfit.

"Whoa little girl, this attraction is broken and you can't go in there. I'm sorry, but there's a photo booth over there instead. Why don't you try that out?" He said trying to redirect her attention to somewhere else. Farrah recoiled and backed away slowly until she was about five feet away from the mysteries of the curtain. When the guard was comfortable enough that he could leave the room, he wandered through an adjacent door that said "Employees Only." Farrah glanced back at the curtain. She kind of felt like something was watching her from behind it. Whatever was hiding in there, seemed to emit a sense of something an emotion that Farrah hadn't yet understood yet. Comfort? She didn't know. It wasn't fear, that was certain. It just made Farrah's curiosity worse but she stayed away, frozen in thought about what it could be, until a heavy-set boy ran into her and knocked her to the ground.

"Ew it's Farrah, why did my mom even invite a girl to my party anyway?" The heavy-set, brown-haired boy was none other than Richie who was now surrounded by a group of two other boys who sneered at her as she got up and brushed herself off. At first, she thought about contesting his argument but decided since it was his birthday and he was a snitch, she should probably take her mom's advice and treat him with kindness instead.

"Happy birthday Richie." She said.

"Pfft! What are you doing on MY turf?" He asked nastily. His blue and white striped shirt was stained with what appeared to be ice cream of some kind. He towered over her. "You know girls can't be pirates."

"Why not?" Farrah asked growing defensive.

"My father said that back in the old days it was bad luck to have girls on ships and that's why girls like YOU can't be pirates." He said as he shoved her to the ground once more, causing her toy fox to tumble out of her hand and her hat to fall off. The group of boys walked away laughing and jeering at her. She could feel her face grow hot with tears. She got up once more picked up her fox and hat, when she decided against it. Farrah ripped off her eyepatch and tossed it on one of the nearby tables and threw her hat down on the floor, unaware that the curtain she had been standing in front of, now was agape revealing only a sliver of darkness. Farrah left Freddy Fazbear's in tears and was never to be back again…