Author's Notes;

Jester; Hello everyone I'm Jester and this psycho is Smiles. And today we're throwing our hats into the Five Nights game.

Smiles; Yup and I love the lore behind this game. It's one of the few games that has scared me but also left me with a lot of questions.

Jester; Also this story will be a little different from the game and its time line. Along with how must other stories we read goes. Also it will follow the growth of our OC as he tries not only to live. But understand the world that doesn't look fondly at him. So lets jump right into things Smiles.

Smiles; High five from Freddy himself!

Third person's View

It's yet another rainy day in Honey county Appalachia. The rainy season was set to finish in another week. But along the streets were a decent amount of people driving back and forth. Walking down the street with his head hidden behind a worn hoodie was yet another orphan. Peaking through his brown hoodie the boy's dark red hair hid his hollow hazel eyes. Walking down the rain drenched street the young orphan was one of a few that didn't trust the foster care program. The children that left felt the harsh words of some of the caregivers that were charged with watching them. Walking down a side alley the boy climbed down into a basement window and closed it behind him. Taking off his pants, hoodie, and shoes the boy placed them to one side then lite a match. Placing the match on a candle he closed the candles holder and waited for the small room to be illumined by the candle. Walking to a small shelf the boy cracked open a pack of spam and began to warm it on top of the candleholder.

In time a good amount of steam was coming off the can and the boy began to eat. In time the boy was finished and he slipped into a pair of worn sweat pants and a large t-shirt. Locking his hidden homes entrance the boy patted his makeshift bed. It was nothing more then two beat up pillows, an sheet he found from the dumpster, and five boxes he flattened for a mattress. Slowly the boy dimmed the light of the candle and drifted off to sleep. It was murky again in the small town that the orphan boy lived in. With his black hoodie once more hiding his face he began to pick through trash early to recycle things along with trying to find anything useful for him to use. Or simply to find food that others just didn't want to finish. The boy knew after the months he's been on his own that food had a certain smell when it was in the trash. If it gave off a sugary or puffy kind of smell he shouldn't eat it. If the smell was sour or strange it was ok to eat. Adding more bottles to his bag the boy had found enough for a few dollars.

Walking a few blocks down he came to the supermarket where he exchanged bottles and cans. He finished fast and collected his money just under five minutes. He didn't like the looks people going into the store gave him. He knew they were looking at him like either a stray animal or a just a disgusting sight. Back in his home the boy pulled a can from behind a brick and pulled out a roll of money. The one good thing he learned from the orphanage was learning to count to one hundred. Counting the money he had he counted forty-seven dollars and a few small coins that made up close to a dollar. Pulling his money safely back behind the brick the boy went over to read one of the books he kept when he left the orphanage. Flipping through the pages the book read he saw the brave hero protect the sisters and ladies of a famous family. All the while he was aided and guided by a spirit. During the story the hero had to face different trails to protect the lands he called home.

The pages of the book were so old and beat up that the boy couldn't finish the last few pages. So every time he read the story the villain had the hero and his spirit wounded and trapped. Placing the book back of its makeshift shelf the boy then started to play with the small ball he found. With another day gone he warmed up a can of half eaten beans and washed it down with warm rainwater. Lying down the boy changed into his sleeping cloths and once more was off in his dreamless mind. It was yet another day as the orphan walked down a side road to try his luck finding berries. The Appalachian wilderness houses an abundance of things to eat if you knew where to look. Wandering around the vast wilderness the boy heard the familiar party music that often told him which side of the town he was close to. Picking a few more berry patches the boy walked through the wet forest until he saw the famous fun house. Even from the back the boy knew that it was none other then Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria.

Smiling to himself the boy walked over and peaked in through a side window. He made sure not to be noticed staying to the corner as best he could. But seeing the bright lights and partying kids was just great. Looking at the stage the boy saw not other then the three females that made up three fourths of the Fazbear gang. Chica the chicken, Bonnie the bunny, and Freddia the bear were all singing the happy party song. Looking further in he saw Foxy the pirate she was humming and telling her tales of the high seas. Smiling once more the boy heard the deep crack as the sky once more went into a downpour. Smiling at his little visit the orphan once more went to his basement home. To him it was yet another day surviving on his own. Another day looking for things to help him stay feed or supplied till the next day or so. Walking into the woods the boy began to fill his water cans with fresh stream water. With all seven cans filled and caped the boy began to walk. But a loud bang sounded through the woods. Stumbling behind a tree the boy looked around vigorously trying to find the source without being noticed.

Hearing what sounded like shouts the boy walked down a small hill. In time he came to a stop seeing two men and a woman standing over a man lying on his stomach. The boy exhaled in surprise with caught the trio's attention. One man said, "Hey kid what are you doing here"? The boy remained silent clinging to the tree as if he was trying to blend into it. The second man walked over to the boy with a small smirk. Second man, "Now son did you see what happened to our friend"? The boy shook his head, as the man looked him over. But the man kept his smirk and reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Man, "Take this and get yourself something to eat and don't worry my friend down there is just sleeping". The boy eyed the money and nodded as he gave a small wave the boy once more was walking alone through the woods. Woman, "We should kill him too he saw our faces". Second man, "The kids a stray I saw him looking through trash along the high way earlier in the week. He won't tell anyone plus no one will listen to a mute. Lets drop him in a ditch and get before someone else wanders by".

The boy as happy he had a good amount of money to try his luck at buying a nice set of cloths. Walking behind several stores the boy stopped at the clothing shop that was on the west side of the town. Knocking twice the door soon opened a security guard with a cigarette looked down at the boy. Guard, "I don't go any change kid". The boy shook his head and whispered, "Can I buy some clothes"? The Guard looked at the small boy he could tell the boy was around his nephew's age. Guard, "Why aren't you with a shelter"? Boy, "They're mean and call me names". Guard, "Well come in and I'll help you but do you have money". Nodding the boy handed the man the fifty-dollar and was told to wait by the door. In front guard told one of the clerks and she went off to find a few things the boy could wear. In time the guard returned with a bag with new pants, a few shirts, and a baseball hat. The guard snuck into the back room and added two pack of hand soap knowing the boy could us in more then a random customer.

The boy thanked the guard and once more he was off in the rain. Keeping his new things as dry as he could the boy get back to his hidden home and slept. A few days later it was bright and sunny but the boy had enough money and nice clothes to try his luck. Using the soap the boy cleaned his face, armpits, feet, and head. Once the last bits of gunk left his hair he slipped into his new clothes and began to walk. His long red hair tucked into the baseball cape he noticed how different he looked in a stores window. Smiling softly the boy walked on until he reached his destination. With the music playing the boy walked into the pizzeria. A guard stopped him saying, "Hey boy where are your parents"? The boy only handed the man a ten-dollar looked at the man with his deep hazel eyes. Sighing the guard took the boys money and waved him off to have fun. The boy was adrift by the smell of pizza, soda, and cupcakes.

Smiling the boy sat in the back row and listened to Foxy the pirate whistling a sea shanty for the kids. Smiling the boy walked over to the kitchen and bought a single slice, which cast him three dollars along with a small soda. After an hour of listening to the party songs of the band and tales of the sea. The boy walked to the back and began to use the bathroom. When he was finished he began to wash his hands. Humming to himself the boy left the bathroom and saw an older man walking from a side room. The man looked like he was in his fifties or so. Man, "Hey little buddy having fun"? The boy nodded and saw the odd stain on the man hands. Man, "Ok well head to the main room and have more fun then". Smiling the boy nodded and walked back to the room. The older man was happy to see so many children in his restaurant. The man looked at a picture on the wall it was of his brother one of the founding three members of the pizzeria. Man, "We did it brother we did it and everyone is happy because of our kindness".

As the day came to and end the boy spent in all twenty dollars. But he managed to get a nice cupcake plushy. Squeezing the toy he once more climbed down into his makeshift home and was off to sleep. It took the boy five weeks to get another twenty dollars to make another trip to Freddy's Pizzeria. Once more bribing the guard the boy again went through the motions of having fun. But his mind wondered to the room he saw the old man leave all the weeks back. Sneaking off he found the room and went inside. Looking around the boy was surprised at what he found. The room was filled with what he though were metal skeletons with plastic goggle eyes. Touching the cool metal being the boy wasn't scare he was more interested then anything. Poking the skeletons jaws he pushed them up just to watch them bounce back down. Giggling the boy looked around the room more and found a large table. It was filled with books and tools that he never knew existed. Picking up a wrench the boy looked at the arm for one skeleton. Placing the wrench on the joint he began to loosen the arm and once it was off he carried it to the table. Opening one book he started to stare at the pictures.

Unable to read fully the boy smiled as he managed to understand most of the pictures and words. Popping open the joint the boy began to play with the wires. He even made metal notes on where some were going. But before the boy finished someone spun him around. Holding his shoulder was the same older man he saw all those weeks ago. Man, "Don't you know curiosity often causes problems". The boy said, "Sorry here". Holding out five dollars the man looked from the money then to the boy. Man, "Son I don't want your money but I will ask where your parents are"? Boy, "I don't know where they are". The boy looked at his feet feeling the cold sensation creep into his body. The man saw the boy shiver and tremor slightly and knew he didn't need to ask any more questions. Looking at his workbench the man saw that the boy had took apart the metal arm and looked as if he was studying one of his books. Man, "How about I show you how I piece together all my friends"?

The boy looked at the man and tilted his head slightly. Man, "My friends and family is Freddia and her friends. Back here is where I put them together my wife makes their clothes and costumes. So would you like to see how I do it all"? The boy nodded and so the man began to show him the various wires and metal pieces that made the Fazbear gang. After the days end the boy looked down and slowly walked away. But the man stopped him and gave him something. Man, "Use that key to come in through the back of the store. Just say Mr. Fazbear wanted to see you". The boy's eyes went wide as the older man gave a big smile. The boy nodded and thanked the famous pizzeria owner. Weeks went by, as the boy would often visit the owner Mr. Fazbear. But one day the boy was allowed to stay late and see Mr. Fazbear work on the ladies directly. Seeing the animatronics inner components was different then their bare skeletons.

As the boy left with his small worn book Mr. Fazbear was sitting in his office. The man smiled at his wife who said, "That boy came by again didn't he"? Mr. Fazbear, "Yes dear he's a good boy I we managed to find out his name today". Wife, "Oh and what is his name dear"? Mr. Fazbear, "His name is Dante and he's an orphan. One of the twelve orphans that the city over said ran from their shelter". Wife, "He traveled over twelve miles on his own... that boy must be special". Mr. Fazbear, "No he's just good at being quiet. He doesn't talk because he's afraid of some adults. But he's fast at learning things then I've seen for most children. And that's impressive for a nine or ten year old. But dear I want your opinion on these new designs". Ms. Fazbear looked over the sketches and smiled. Ms. Fazbear, "What do you plan to call them"? Mr. Fazbear, "I think I'll call them the toy models. But the parts I have won't cut it for these new models. So for now we'll have to wait to make them.

"Still I wonder what the future hold for young Dante". Smiling at her husband Ms. Fazbear kisses his cheek saying, "I sure you'll help him find his path". Looking up at his wife Mr. Fazbear nodded and looked over his appointments for tomorrow. Mr. Fazbear, "Well for the most part things will sort themselves out. Oh yes tomorrow I have to meet with the new night guard. The last one left for some reason she said she saw shadows moving around the bathrooms and side halls. Hope she likes whatever she finds in the market". Ms. Fazbear, "I hope so too but what's the name of the new guard"? Mr. Fazbear, "His name is Jeremy Fitzgerald from the phone call he sounds very professional". Nodding at the husband the two set a pot of coffee and began to talk about the day. Over in his basement young orphan Dante was looking over the sketch's he made of Foxy, Freddia, Chica, and Bonnie. Closing the book Dante tucked it away and once more drifted off to his dreams.

Smiles; Well that was a sad but uplifting opening.

Jester; Just like I planned so like, comments, and share if you all would.

Smiles; Peace off and WE'LL HUG YOU ALL LATER!