Five Funny Nights at Freddy's

Prologue

Prologue

Fazbear's Fright, 2012

A puppet body slowly floated through a dark hallway, walls lined in broken memories and traumatic decorations. It had a mission in its mind, one it had meant to carry out many years ago. A door with a grey outline soon stood in front of it, the last obstacle in its path. It opened the door, and hovered through with that same nervous, lack of confidence it always did.

Inside was a long corridor with hungry, happy visages of masked children sitting at tables with a massive tiered cake in front of them. A cake to share with a partner that sat across from them; happy times to have with another. Usually, this puppet would love to watch, but it continued floating down the hall, ignoring the sights with determination stirring deep inside.

Just beneath the fabric shell of the puppet were two ghostly figures, a young girl no more than six or seven, butally murdered and left to die out in the cold rain and a heartbroken mother, having lost her three children to murder. The puppet body housed them both, and the creation herself had protected them, having sworn to keep them safe long after she had been retired by the company. The little girl knew it was sentient from the moment she possessed it. Ghosts had that odd ability, giving sentiency to robots and the strange gift of teleportation too. She didn't know where it came from, but she didn't think to question it. She'd never really had the time too unfortunately, and besides, it wouldn't matter anymore.

At the end of the corridor stood six grey children, ghostly and adorned with a visible stab wound on their necks, right at the jugular vein, as well as other gruesome injuries. As she approached the mother recalled each time the children were freed, silently thanking those who had helped to summon and regroup the scattered souls. Balloon Boy had found Frieda, The Mangle, or Fianna as she was known as, rescued Benny, Chica had saved Catherine, Fredbear had summoned Finn, and now, at the very end of the hall, stood James and George, the last two spirits remaining. Each child wore the mask of the animatronic they had possessed, a mark of their suffering and the bond forced upon them by fate's cruel hand.

The mother and her daughter stepped out of the puppet's body, not even looking back to see it collapse to the floor, motionless. Neither had a need for it anymore, she had served her purpose as she had promised. The mother approached and tapped the empty table. Instantly, the form of a three-tiered vanilla cake with pink strawberry frosting sprang up from the table in front of the two ghosts. Both stopped crying and looked up. The last piece required to free them; the cake promised to them so many years ago. It had been so long since that empty promise had been spoken, and now, it finally lay fulfilled to each child who had been eagerly awaiting its end.

The children continued to weep, but not for sadness this time, instead, it was happy tears. They were free, and with it, their masks dropped to the floor, though the puppet's mask fell slower. The mother could not leave yet, she had one last thing to do. She flew off, down the winding halls of the ruined attraction and into a room where the suit of Springtrap lay, forever trapping the body of the childrens' murderer. Next to him, a small, poorly made bomb composed of exposed wires, fire hazards and anything else guaranteed to bring destruction upon the attraction. The mother set the bomb in motion, flying back to join the others in their ascent. As she did so, the animatronics shuffled in, dragging their broken, mangled bodies into the room to wave one last goodbye.

The ghosts only turned their backs and disappeared, not wanting to face their tormented past anymore. They left for better places, and the animatronics were left in the burning ruins of their company's greed as the bomb exploded. By morning, not a single wall remained. Items salvaged from the wreckage of the destructively hazardous building were sold at an auction. However, not everything had been found. Quite a few animatronics had escaped a price tag, and they were determined to bring back their family. After the auction had ended, the search for their family members began, and the next year was filled with hunts and searches until every last one had been recovered. A single note had been given to each, instructions on where to go, and to hurry.

Freddy was the first to escape, followed by Bonnie, then Chica, and finally, Foxy and Mangle. All across the country they traveled, slowly meeting up along the way until finally, at their old home in Salado, Texas, did they finally reunite. Now, there was only one thing left to say.

"We're home."

And indeed they were, never to be separated again.

Author's Note

This has been reposted from FanFiction.net. I will be uploaded the other chapters after they have been rewritten.