Corrupt -FNaF AU

Chapter One

Quick note: Not only are canon FNaF characters in this story, but there are fanon characters and of course characters from other fandoms. Special appearence from our lord Dawko later on! Enjoy!

"I. Made. You." Matthew hissed at the computer as it, once again, denied him access. "I created you, I brought you here. And you dare defy me?!" He kept trying to rename an app on his brother Flaminio's computer.

Access denied. Matthew got up from his wooden desk, opened up the creaky window, and tossed his computer out.

He stared at the busted computer on the ground, huffing furiously. "I'll just build another one that'll actually behave."

His gaze landed on a small bunny stuffie. Its plush skin was yellow ochre, and its tummy, muzzle, and ear fluffs were a creamy yellowish color. It's button eyes were an identical color to his own; deep, velvety purple.

He glanced around, making sure no little kid was looking for a lost toy. Then he scooped it up.

"I can put you up here." He draped the toy over the makeshift flagpole. The pole was made from an old wooden hockey stick, while the flag was blue, pink, and white with the Canadian flag stitched over it. It was a gift from his older brother for his fifteenth birthday.

"Snitch!" A louder, strained voice called out from another room. "I need a favor!"

Matthew groaned, leaving his room into the much bigger and roomier area where the quadruplets lived.

But there was no one in the room. All four beds were empty, even Will's loft full of explosives, knives, and tools was silent. The whiteboard where Ollie drew out plans was blank. Flay's research station was shut down and empty. Even Q's secret ice cream maker was unattended.

This is a prank. One of them's going to jump out at me in three, two, one... Right as Matthew finished the mental countdown, a face appeared at the window. Just from the birthmark over his eye in the shape of a 3, it was Will. There were bruises all over his face from past accidents, but it did nothing to mar his, according to him, "handsome" face. His dark green hair was much more messy than his brothers, but still had the signature greasy look trademark among them. He had been the only one to leave his eyes alone, so the vivid silver was on display. He always had that look about him, like he was either going to fight you or befriend you. Depending on who you were, it was both. Bandages littered his face and arms, showing how carefree he was.

"What is it?" Matthew demanded.

"Can you make me a key sword?" He pushed up the green helmet. A front tooth was missing, and there was some blood gushing out from where it should be. Another recent accident.

"Exactly why?" Matthew leaned against a wall.

"There's this cool bitch, apparently she's got a katana, I wanna sword fight her."

Matthew rolled his violet eyes. "And where would I find the keys?"

"Good question." Will turned away from the window and looked down at his twins. "Four, where did you find those keys?"

"Downstairs in the second cabinet on the left, brother." The small speaker on his gloves relayed as he did sign language. Q's memory was on point, like always.

The four often called each other by their birth order, or in simpler terms, the number marked over their eye. For example, Will, thirdborn, was called Three.

"Fine, fine." As he left the room, he snuck some money out of a small green jar with a red 3 on the top. He needed payment, of course. Welding was quite expensive!

He hurried down the stairs, brushing past his oldest brother on his way down.

He only realized this when his metal cane poked his side and he growled, "Watch it."

"Vinny..." Matthew turned to apologize, but Vincent was already gone.

Vincent had been crippled for as long as Matthew knew him. Hell, as long as he had been alive. His eyesight was ruined, particularly in his soot colored eye. His leg was twisted so severely he needed a cane to walk. And his face and body were covered in horrifying scars, even worse than the ones Will inflicts on himself.

Matthew brushed off the event, going straight to the cabinet Q was talking about. He had to sift through drawers before reminding himself that not everything was unpacked and in their place. Although...