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The Wrong Family

Chapter One

Prologue Arc One

Hello. My name is Mike Schmidt. You killed my brothers and sisters. Prepare to die.

No, no, I can't copy from a movie...

Maybe...something more dynamic...

YOU'VE PLAGUED THIS WORLD LONG ENOUGH, MISTER EVILLER-THAN-THOU! NOW YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR OUR MEDICINE!

Nooooo, that's not right either...

I bet that if somebody were following my thoughts, they'd be confused. Let's see...this all started years, decades, ago...

Flashback

Year: 1969

My family's been screwed whenever Fazbear establishments came into play, ever since an innocent enough request from father to daughter...

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If one were to search for the Night Guard of Fredbear's Family Diner, they would find a young man-a 'Scott Cawthon' to be exact. At the relatively youthful age of 27, he was a father of one, loving husband to Marian Grace Cawthon (Schmidt), and all-around nice guy. He was a fiery redhead Irishman, complete with freckles and emerald green eyes. (Although having been born American had sort of robbed him of the chance for that Irish accent.) The animatronic characters at his workplace had grown to love him as a brother, and his amazing Gracie was like a daughter. Scott would play with them at night, enjoying their company to the fullest from midnight to 6. Little Grace Lynn Cawthon couldn't wait until her Daddy said she was old enough to come with.
Speaking of which...
"Hey, Gracie, ya have a minute?" called Daddy.
"Why?" Gracie asked.
"Well, I want to make something super-duper special for Mommy, but I need you to go ask the people next door if we can have a party at their place. Can you do that for me?" Daddy explained. The 'people next door'... He must mean Goldie and Springy and Freddy!
"Awe we trowin Mommy a birtday pawty at Fwedbeaw's?" Gracie asked.
"Well, that's a surprise!" Daddy smiled and winked. "And if you do good, then maybe tonight, you could play with me and the gang!"
Playing with the animatronics ALL NIGHT LONG?! The kindergartener squealed with joy at the thought! It was her dream come true!
"Otay Daddy! I'ww do supa-dupa-upa-BOOPA good!" She exclaimed happily before running over to the diner.
As she ran off, her father chuckled to himself, "I know you will..." before picking something up off the kitchen counter and following.
Seconds later, Marian walked in, searching for her butcher knife. Tonight was meatloaf night, after all. But she couldn't find it. She turned the apartment upside-down, looking for it, but her blue eyes darkened when she saw what else was missing. She had hoped he had gotten over his...urges...but it appeared not.

It was a race against time now, and Marian felt as though she'd missed the starting whistle.

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Gracie skipped down the stairs from her apartment to the ground, not noticing the purple Halloween mask on one of the handrails, nor the shadowy figure that followed her, putting it on. She began singing the Clean-Up Song, but with the words, "Fwedbeaw's, Fwedbeaw's, best pwace to have a pawty, Fwedbeaw's, Fwedbeaw's, I'm a bid dirl, don't ya see?" At this point she had to walk over to the diner's door, where it seemed like it was really busy. Maybe there was a birthday party already inside..?
The man pulled the mask on over his head, even though its features were stretched too much to see. It honestly looked like his face was purple. (Some would later argue it was more of a violet, but at the time, nobody took much notice.) He grinned maliciously underneath it as he removed his nametag from his shirt-"Scott Cawthon"-and placed it in his pocket.
He had work to do.

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Fredbear and Spring were busy entertaining the children from the stage in the front of the diner. This left poor Freddy at a disadvantage. Without the help of one or both of his brothers (not that they knew he thought of them that way), he had to bring cake to the children. Alone.
He had never had to do it alone before, so today's mega-birthday party was already nerve-racking. Of course, he was always nervous about something, so this was normal for him. But he had a bad feeling about today.
The other two were struggling, as well. Fredbear's rehearsed songs and jokes were strained, and his ad libs weren't much better. Spring was somewhat twitchy, while his guitar playing wasn't quite 'in tune.' Thankfully none of the customers noticed.
Freddy settled into a routine of walk-and-give-cake to free up his processors for watching the crowds. After all, he may be young, but he still knew that the more people there were in a place, the more likely there were to be troublemakers. So it was best to keep a sharp lookout.

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Gracie skidded to a stop in front of the door. She looked up longingly at the handle.
"It's...so high..."
She reached up to it, but at 2 feet 4 inches, she couldn't reach it. It was just too high up! Maybe to keep any stray puppies or kitties away from the pizza...
She started to cry when she realized she couldn't do what she'd told her Daddy she would.
Her Daddy flipped his grip on the knife...

Freddy was giving cake to the children, happy he could make their day, when he heard it.

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A little girl was crying...That was their amazing Gracie! But where was she?
Freddy started searching her out, and he noticed Fredbear doing the same. Spring, on the other hand, was staring at the door, only elbowing Fredbear to get his attention. Freddy also looked that way, and what he saw would haunt him the rest of his days.
Gracie was standing at the door, reaching for the handle and crying. The figure behind her held a knife, raised up in both hands. This would have been horrirying in and of itself, but the worst part was simple:
Behind the purple mask was the face of Scott, the Night Guard, their friend.
And Gracie was his target.

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She heard muffled breathing behind her, and she was scared.
Gracie slowly turned around and looked up at his face. He held his knife up, poised to kill. They remained that way for what felt like forever, even though it was probably just a few seconds.
Then she screamed.
He brought the knife down.
A sickening squelch echoed throughout the neighborhood, followed by another, and yet another...

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Freddy's cake platter fell to the ground as he took a step back from the door.
The two on stage brought their show to a screeching halt.
Finally, the adults caught on to the danger and looked to the door. A young mother with two toddlers was the first to react, yelling "Call the police!"

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Gracie kept crying more and more as her Daddy, no, this bad man, hurt her with the knife, over and over, as her vision faded. She could make out someone yelling for help, but the red, oh, so much RED, NO, MAKE IT STOP! OWOWOW MAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOPMAKEITSTOP ITHURTSHURTSHURTS LET IT END!
She let out one last, bone-chilling screech of agony, ringing loudly for miles around, before she simply...

couldn't...

go...

on...

.

..

...

...

what...where was she..?
She got up from the ground of this place. It was so...bland. At least, she thought it was like Brussels sprouts, and Mommy and...the Purple Guy...always called them bland..!
There wasn't much here, just this ground and four lights. There was one above her that looked so pretty and happy and safe. Then below the ground, she saw this dark, evil place, and it looked like the people there were hurting bad. The light to her left was behind a locked door, but she ran to it anyway. The door had a window, and when she looked through it, she saw the diner. There were police, and there was the Purple Guy, and he was trying to talk to Mommy, but she seemed angry. Oh, man, she just punched him! Nice! But...
Why was she under a cover in a truck? She was here...wasn't she?
A voice came from behind her, saying "Actually, you're both."
She spun around, and she saw the fourth light. It was the light of a normal lightbulb, and underneath it were two chairs. In one of these chairs, a little boy with adorable baby angel wings sat, swinging his feet.
Gracie walked over to the chairs and warily sat in the other. "Who awe you?" She asked.
"I haven't been born yet, but God says that my name will be Michael!" Answered the boy.
"Whewe is dis place?"
Michael scratched his head, replying, "Actually, I'm not sure. But I do know why we're here!"
When he didn't keep going, Gracie asked, "And why awe we hewe?"
"Well, you saw how...that man...ah, well...killed you?"
Gracie was horrified. "I'M DEAD?!"
"Hold up! I wasn't done yet!" Michael yelled. Then he continued. "Well, you believe in Jesus, and his plan for you wasn't done yet."
Gracie thought on this. "But if I wasn't s'posed ta go, but I did, den that means...DA BIG BADDY DID BAD TINGS! And now tings awe bwoken!"
Michael nodded. "Yep! And because you're not supposed to be dead yet, God told me that I could help you choose where to go!"
"Go? Wike...to one of the wights?" Asked Gracie.
"That's right! The floor is here so you don't fall down *there*, but the other places are still okay to go to." Michael told her.
Gracie thought about it for a second. "What happens if I go up?"
Michael stated, "Then we can go up together and be happy forever." He didn't seem completely on board with the idea.
Gracie added, "What about dat door? It's wocked, but I saw Mommy thewe. She wooks sad..."
"Ah, yes, the door..." Michael mumbled. He spoke louder when Gracie looked at him funny. "Well, that's where you came from. If you wanted to go back, try to make things right, then you'd go there. But you'd be a ghost, and no living person would see you."
Gracie gazed at the little unborn angel boy, who seemed to know everything. "Do you know who youw Mommy is gonna be?" He was caught off guard by this. "I mean, you see da Guy who MADE me and you, wouldn't he teww you who youw Mommy wiww be?"
"Well...he hasn't...not yet..." he replied sheepishly.
Gracie thought about this for a bit more, then asked, "If I go troo dat doow, ken you ask God if my Mommy can be youw Mommy, too? Ow at weast come see me?"
Michael smiled softly at her. "I think I can do that."
Gracie grinned her toothy smile at him and popped out of the chair, heading for the door.
"Wait! Gracie!" She turned around to see Michael running towards her. "You'll need this." He held out a key. She took it and opened the door. She was about to step outside when he put his hand on her shoulder. "There's no going back once you go through that door. At least not until the job is done. And if I am born to your Mommy, then I won't remember this. Not at first."
Gracie just smiled and stepped out of the doorway, and into the world. She clutched the key in her hand as Michael and the door shimmered away. Then she looked to her Mommy, who was crying on the curb. She saw the diner, with the two yellow animatronics comforting the brown one as he shuddered and cried. She saw the police locking away Purple Guy. She shivered as he seemed to glare right at her. (She knew something wasn't right about it, but she tucked the thought to the back of her mind for later.) Mommy looked in her direction as well, drying her eyes.
Gracie ran over to Mommy, ignoring the people walking through her like she wasn't there. She sat down next to her and began crying herself. She would've wanted to say goodbye before she died...

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Marian had just dealt with that...CREEP! Now she was utterly depleted. Her amazing Grace, gone! Her loving husband, no more! And now she couldn't even say goodbye...
She heard quiet sobbing from next to her, and to her astonishment, she saw a spectral version of her Grace, crying next to her.
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy..."
Shocked, she scooped the girl up and into her arms, whispering, "Shhh...Mommy's here," over and over.
"Mommy..? You ken...see me..?"
Marian turned Grace around to face her. "Yes, I see you! My sweet, amazing Grace..." She hugged Grace tightly to her chest, weeping.
"Mommy? Can I ask you someting?"
Marian looked at her. "Anything."
"Weww, I met dis nice wittwe boy aftew...dat...happened, and he said his name was Michael. And he said dat he wasn't bown yet, so I asked him if he wanted you to be his Mommy, and he said yes, so if you haf any boy babies, ken you name one Michael?"
Marian was so confused, but she got the part about naming a boy Michael, so she answered, "Anything for my amazing Grace!"
Grace smiled, her tear tracks from earlier graying, her body disappearing.
"Grace? Where are you going?!" Marian asked frantically.
"Nowhere! I'm 'taying -ight her-!" She answered.
"But! You're disappearing!"
"Oh, di-? I do-'t t-nk you'-w be -ble to s- me -on. Bu- -'ww sti- be -ewe, ev-n -en I c-'t b- se-n! D-'t wo-ry M-y! I'- -e f-! -'- -!" She completely disappeared, leaving Marian more heartbroken than ever.

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Grace was trying to make her Mommy feel better, but by the look on her face, it seemed she didn't see Grace anymore.
She bowed her head before walking in the diner, where Springy and Goldie were comforting Freddy.

"There we go, it's all over, she isn't hurt any longer..." Mumbled Goldie as he ran his paw over Freddy's back. Mommy had done the same thing for her whenever she had a nightmare...Springy was simply there as a shoulder for Freddy to cry on. And it seemed like he needed it...

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Freddy was in shock. How could he not be? One of his best friends just up and murdered his own daughter, for Pete's sake! The other two were trying to cheer him up, but it wasn't working. Oh, he tried to calm down, think rationally and all that, but he couldn't. Not when he could never see Gracie again...
He heard stifled sobs from his right. When he turned, he saw Fredbear, trying to hold it in and failing. Spring was also struggling to keep calm, he just kept silent.
Oh, his poor friends! If only somebody could tell them that Gracie was all right...
"I wish I could teww you dat I'm gonna be fine..."
Funny, that sounded like her.
Freddy turned back around to the front of the diner, and who was standing there but Gracie herself!
Spring spoke up first. "Gracie..? But...you're dead..."
Subtle. Veeeerrrryyyy subtle. Please note the use of SARCASM!
She looked away and sniffled. "Yeah, but I'm 'till hewe! I'm not weaving untiw I ken fix tings!" She stomped her foot for emphasis. She even folded her arms.
Fredbear slowly walked over and dropped down to her eye level. "What Spring meant to say was, how are you here? We saw...that...and yet here you are, alive and well. Pardon if we're confused."
Gracie looked at him, and for the first time they could see how deathly pale her face was. "But I'm nawt awive. I'm dead, and my Da-I mean, da Puwpwe Man, kiwwed me..."
She began sobbing, and Fredbear picked her up and walked over to where the other two were crying. "Hey, chin up, we'll make it work, don't worry, shhh, shhh..." He cooed to the dead girl. This brought up a question in her mind.
"Hey, F-F-Fwedbeaw?" She sniffled.
"Yes, Gracie?" He asked.
"How do you see m-me? I saw a boy when I...yeah...and he said dat no wiving pewson would see me. But you guys see me..?"
Fredbear thought on this for a little while before speaking. "Well, we aren't alive like your Mommy is. Maybe that thing about not seeing doesn't go for us because of that."
Gracie smiled sadly at him. "At weast I won't be awone wike I t'ought." Then she gave a great yawn and curled into Fredbear's soft fur, asleep.
Spring looked up, oily tears in his eyes. "What do we do now, Fredbear?" Freddy nodded in agreement, wiping at his face.
They looked at the tiny girl asleep in Fredbear's arms, then Freddy spoke up. "Maybe we could get Mr. Fredbear to make her an animatronic..?" At the other two's blank stares, he went on, saying, "Well, she mentioned thinking she would be alone, but she's a ghost now, right? So if we got her a new body, one that the customers could see, maybe she wouldn't be so lonely?" He sounded unsure of himself.
Spring looked at her thoughtfully. "Sure. But let's get some sleep mode first. Goodness knows we need it after today." With a nod of agreement, Fredbear went to the stage and gently placed Gracie down on it. He and the other animatronics got in their spots before shutting down for the night. Even though it was barely noon, they knew that no more customers were coming that day. And the Night Guard wasn't coming that night, the cops had made sure of that.

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That night, Mr. Fredbear was the one who walked into the diner for the night shift. His presence woke the animatronics, who looked at him with shock.
"Hello, Fredbear, Spring, Freddy." He greeted sadly. "It's been a long day. For all of us. Are you three all right?"
Freddy sniffled, while Spring looked away and Fredbear gazed at his namesake with a deadpan stare.
"Yeah, dumb question. But I still want to ask."
Fredbear answered softly, "We will be, with time. But for now...actually, we have a favor to ask."
Curious, the owner of the diner gestured for him to continue.
"Well, you see, after HE murdered Gracie-" he stopped when his voicebox crackled, but went on "-we were in the diner, comforting each other, then we saw...well...we saw Gracie's ghost."
Mr. Fredbear was taken aback. "Her...ghost..? She's still here?"
Freddy nodded and continued where Fredbear had left off. "Yes, and she said that she was glad we could see her, and that she didn't want to be lonely, and that normal people couldn't see her, and then she fell asleep. Then I thought, well, if she's lonely, maybe we should make her a new body, one that you could see, then she could interact with the customers and not be so lonely."
Spring piped up next. "Yeah, but we were tired and had to enter sleep mode before we could think of any ideas."
Mr. Fredbear thought about this, before a huge smile lit up his face. "I've got it! We could make her an animatronic puppet! Let's think of ideas for what it'll look like tonight, okay? It's the least we could do for her..." He and the animatronics went to the backstage room to plan, leaving the sleeping girl on the stage, blissfully dreaming of heaven.

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It was the next Sunday. Marian had worn her black dress to church that morning, and it was time for the funeral. Her sweet...sweet Grace...and she would probably never see her again...
She stifled her sobs as the funeral home drew closer. She saw her parents leaving their car. Her parents...they'd told her Scott was bad news, but did she listen? No! And now here they were, at their only grandchild's funeral, and, and, and, and...
By this point she had run to her parents, and she'd thrown herself into her father's arms, weeping.
Her dad, a man by the name of Michael Arnold Schmidt, was on the brink of losing his composure. Her mother, Pauline Lynn Schmidt (Gartner), had long since lost hers.
The funeral went by in a blur for Marian. One minute, she was sobbing incoherently into her dad's shoulders, the next, she was standing over the grave, tossing in the first shovelful of soil.
And the next, she was punching Scott in the gut for having the audacity to come to the funeral reception.
Repeatedly.
The reception was at a local bar and grill, and the patrons heard her yelling things like, "You IDIOT! You think I'll ACCEPT you back?! After what you DID?! GO AWAY YOU EVIL STUPID PIECE OF SHI-" By now the security guards at the reception area were pulling her off of him.
"Ma'am, please step away from the gentleman-"
"GENTLEMAN MY FOOT! HE MURDERED MY DAUGHTER-HIS DAUGHTER-AND HE HARASSES ME AND YOU CALL HIM A GENTLEMAN?!" At this the security guards turned to him and escorted him out of the building.
Marian fell to the floor, completely drained from the past week, crying.

She looked...like an angel in distress.

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