New story! And this one isn't a series!

Anyways, I had this little idea for a while now and it came to mind when I was listening to the New Game! theme song.

Who knew anime could inspire me writing a FNAF fanfic?!

Now before I start the story, there is a few things I want to note:

- Freddy and the members of his band are not robots. They are anthropomorphic animals.

- Also, here are their ages:
*Freddy - 54
*Fred (Toy Freddy) - 54
*Fredbear - 54
*Bonnie - 53
*Chica - 52
*Foxy - 56
*Spring - 53
*Teddy (Funtime Freddy) - 18

- This is taking place in present day.

Without further ado, I hope you all enjoy this first chapter! I own zero of the characters. They all belong to Scott Cawthon.

(In addition, this is not a parody of New Game! I just suddenly got the inspiration for this fic by the anime's theme song.)

Freddy Fazbear's was a glory of its time.

Back in the 1980's, the establishment was an icon of children's entertainment. And it was easy to see why. From the greasy but delicious food as well as the perky bears who owned the place, Freddy Fazbear and Fredbear, business was booming.

Children loved the songs the bears and their band had in store as well as the stories they would hear in Pirate's Cove. They always left with smiles on their faces as they begged their parents to take them back for more fun and games.

It was a wonderful sight and everyone at the restaurant was happy to see it.

However, every kid has to grow up. And they eventually did. They moved on, away from the establishment and things started to head south in the late 1990's into the early 2000's.

No one was coming to Freddy Fazbear's like they used to.

Not very many kids were interested in the songs or the stories.

And soon, most of them stopped coming. And the ones that stuck around were only interested in eating pizza and playing on their phones.

No one was watching Freddy and the gang.

No one was smiling as they left the place, unless it was something on their phones that was funny.

And they didn't come back.

~I~I~

Freddy sighed, staring down at a picture he clutched in his paws.

He was sitting in the dining hall at one of the tables that used to be filled with families.

That doesn't happen anymore.

The chocolate bear stared down at his paws, looking at a picture of himself and his gang. Back in the glory years.

Back when they actually had customers.

"Heya Freddy!"

He turned his head to see his co-star Fredbear along with Chica. The chicken was holding up a pepperoni pizza and smiling sheepishly as she asked.

"Ya hungry?"

"No..." Freddy answered, looking away from the two and continuing to stare at the photo solemnly.

Both the yellow bear and chicken turned to one another sadly before the latter walked to Pirate's Cove. She moved the curtains a little and said.

"Foxy! Ya hungry?"

"Always!" the fox piped, popping out from behind the starry fabric. He then blinked as he took notice of the pepperoni pizza. "Hey..." he looked at Chica. "This be Fazzy's favorite. Why are ya giving it ta me?"

"Freddy doesn't want it." the golden bear explained, creeping up behind the other bear to look at the photo he was holding. "Says he isn't hungry."

"What? But he's always hungry!"

The chicken rolled her eyes. "That's you Foxy..."

"Why, I've never seen the lad without a slice of pizza in his mouth!"

Chica sighed. "Still you, Foxy..."

Fredbear continued to stare at the picture before lifting his head up. If was then that he made eye contact with Fred, Freddy's twin brother.

The caramel bear lived in a another town over and didn't come by all that often due to his busy schedule. He worked as the CEO of Fazbear Entertainment, replacing the role his father used to play before his death. The job didn't give him all that many days off so seeing him not in the office confused Fredbear.

The golden bear made his way to the door and smiled at Fred. "Heya Frederick!"

"Hello Fredbear." he replied, tipping his hat slightly. He then peered in to see his brother, still laying on the table. The caramel bear turned back to the yellow one and asked. "Whatever is the matter with Freddy?"

"Gots the case of the blues it seems. Haven't really gotten all that many clients as of late."

The caramel bear nodded slowly. "I see. I guess he heard the news."

Fredbear raised an eyebrow. "News?"

"He did not tell you all?"

"Tell us what?"

Both bears turned to see Bonnie and Spring walk into the room. As the yellow hare put the guitar and banjo behind the stage, the dark blue one walked over to the doorway. Bonnie, who was the one to ask the first question, decided to add.

"Hey Fred, what's going on?"

The lighter of the twins lowered his top hat before saying. "I might as well tell you all..." he sighed. "Freddy Fazbear's will be closing down in thirty days..."

All of their eyes widened, even Spring as he made his way off the stage. Foxy even choked on his pizza because of the shocking news.

"That can't be true!" Chica cried before turning Freddy, who was wiping his face as he stood up. "Right Freddy?"

The chocolate colored bear nodded slowly before turning to his friends and coworkers with sad dark blue eyes. "It's true. We're shutting it down."

"No..."

"Dad!"

Everyone turned to look at the smaller bear that was behind the caramel one. He had a white coat with a purple muzzle and belly. He wore a dark lavender bowtie and a black top hat. The younger bear was currently struggling with his suitcases.

Fred sighed. "Theodore..." he turned to the polar bear. "Why in the world did you pack so much?"

"W-well, I had to pack all of my bow ties, hats, gaming systems and electronics." his son answered as he fumbled with his laptop bag. After a while, he dropped all of his bags and rearranged them. "Not to mention all of my lotions, deodorants and soaps."

His father sighed once more before walking over to help his son. "You are only staying here for a month!"

"You could never be too prepared. What if something happens to you and I have to stay here longer?!"

"Jesus Christ, you and your imagination!"

Freddy and the gang blinked at the sight of Fred and his son dealing with the bags. Bonnie then whispered as the chocolate bear approached the doorway.

"Who's the kid Fazbear?"

"My nephew." he answered. Putting his hands on his hips, he added. "I haven't seen him since he was a little bear cub."

"How long was that ago?"

"A little more than sixteen years."

"There we go!"

Fred reapproached the restaurant with a white backpack on his back and a laptop bag while his son walked over with one suitcase and a man purse. The white bear smiled before making his way inside.

His father sternly raising an eyebrow towards his child and pointing to the empty spot beside him. The polar bear nodded before running to where Fred had directed him to stand.

The caramel bear smiled a little before he said. "Freddy, you remember Theodore right?"

His twin grinned before giving his nephew a hug. "Who could I forgot the only nephew I ever had?" After the hug, he ruffled the curly hair on top of the polar bear's head before asking. "How are you doing kiddo?"

"Fine, Uncle Freddy." the teenager chuckled. "I'm about to graduate in a few months."

"Not without the community service hours you aren't." Fred stated, glaring at his child.

"Dad..."

"The school year's almost over and how many of those hours have you gotten?"

Theodore sighed but answered solemnly. "...zero."

"So you brought him here to get community service hours?" Freddy asked.

"That..." his younger brother replied. "And to spend time with his uncle, who he hasn't seen in ages."

Foxy, Spring, and Chica walked over to the group of bears (and Bonnie) with the latter asking. "Isn't that cheating? I thought you couldn't do anything family related and get community service hours from it."

"Plus, couldn't he had helped you in yer office?" The chicken added. "This place is as deserted as...a desert."

"True...but I could simply bribe the school and they won't care. I mean, how else do you believe Theodore got into twelfth grade."

"...Something called hardwork and dedication...?"

"Something called a lawsuit." he corrected blankly. He then perked up as he dropped the bags he was holding and patted his son on the head. "Well, I am going back to the office! Behave yourself Theodore!"

"I will!" the polar bear replied. "Bye Dad!"

And so, with a honk of his horn, Fred left the restaurant, leaving his son in the company of his uncle and his coworkers.

Chapter 2 coming soon!