"Who are you?.." || FNAF x Tattletail crossover || Evan/C.C x Protag/Parker

Prologue

9:25 A.M. December 20
5 days before Christmas..

"What?! How many times must you chase me?!" A Blonde kid yelled.

"Not my fault that you opened up the gift." The brown tattletail named Mama replied. Every time Protag loops, the tattletails are becoming self aware. However, They couldn't get rid of their hostile behavior.

"Would you like to be sacrificed?!" Shouted Protag as he tugs his hair. What he didn't notice was that he got into another universe with tattletail as he shouted. "Maybe I'll destroy you myself, you wannabe animatronic furby!"

At this moment, a brunette known as C.C. discovered a young blonde boy who is clearly stressed about something. It is currently 2 A.M. and he has matters to do, but he couldn't focus because of the blonde boy right in front of him.

"Who are you?" Asked C.C. He recently saw a boy shouting at thin air, which made him confused as he is trying to survive the night. The boy in front of him looked at him, eyes widened and full of sparkle-as if it was his first time seeing a person again.

"Me? I Don't remember my name!" The blonde grinned. Well, that made C.C even more confuse. "How do you not know your name?" C.C. asked again.

"I Don't know. Perhaps, you can give me a name?" The blonde boy replied back, simply approaching the brunette. The boy stopped walking when they are 8 inches apart, with the brunette slowly stepping behind-his face full of terror as he heard footsteps dangerously close outside the foom.

"Hm... Parker or Peter? That could go well!" C.C. Began to run towards a door and closed it shut, the sound of the door creaking echoed the whole room.

"Parker sounds good." Thought Protag. Though, Protag can't help but wonder why the brunette is holding the door.

"Why are you holding the doorknob?" Protag curiously asked.

"Personal reasons! Could you help m-" his voice was cut off by a robotic female voice uttering faintly "Mama's coming.."

The moment Protag heard it, his heart dropped as he realized he didn't bring his night light with him.

"Damn, it's here.. Do you have any extra night light?" Protag asked, glancing everywhere. C.C. opened the door and went to the other side, luckily closing the other door on time. "Yeah, in that drawer." C.C. pointed at the drawer next to the bed, his heavy breath was heard, and panic was visible with the way he quickly acted.

"Thank you." Was all Protag said before approaching towards the drawer fast. He opened it and grabbed the flashlight. "Brush me!" Tattletail exclaimed.

While C.C was busy trying to survive, Protag grabbed the brush that was placed on the bed and brushed Tattletail.

They struggled for the night-unable to calm down for a moment. "What's your name?" Asked Protag whose looking at the brunette.

"Please don't speak for a while." C.C. pleaded. Protag nodded and continued brushing Tattletail- which, lucky for him, Tattletail hasn't been asking for food which has never happened before. However, he has to keep brushing or else.

"Me Tattletail! Me love you!" Tattletail uttered. "Shh, Mama is here." Protag whispered. It's been a habit of his to talk to the knock off furbies while struggling to survive every night ever since he looped. Apparently, C.C. heard it due to the silence.

"Who's Mama?" He asked. He then opened the door and quickly crouched to look at the bed.

"A Brown female rip off furby that was bought at Walmart." Protag deadpanned, he was getting impatient with the time.

5:54 A.M.

"At least it'll end soon." He thought to himself. After a few minutes, the clock rang. C.C. sighed in relief and looked over to the blonde boy that he met hours ago. He hadn't took a good look at him due to the dark. Now, he can see him. Blue-ish eyes and he has pajamas on. Though, it looks like they're the same age. Now that he took a good look, he spoke. "Uhm- Why do you keep brushing the furby?"

The blonde gazed at him. "Because it's how I survive. Besides, I'm lucky that he isn't finding any food or else I would loo- I mean, hurt. If you know what I mean." He replied, still staring at the brunette.

"Makes sense. I'm Christopher Norman Afton. My family calls me Evan, Norman or Chris. It really depends." Evan's smile shone brightly, with Protag returning the same gesture.

"I Chose a name that you suggested. I Like the name 'Parker'. Please call me that." Protag crawled out of the bed.

"Well Parker, My family is still asleep. Maybe I'll give you a tour of this house!" Evan exclaimed.

"That's a good idea! I Have to bring Tattletail though." Said Parker who is now standing in front of him.. "That's fine. Wait, I have a stuff toy too."

Evan rushed to the bed and quickly grabbed a golden bear. "This is Goldie." He motioned the stuff toy to wave its hand.

"That's cute." Parker chuckled. "Anyways! We should get going!" Evan grinned. For Parker, he calls the boy in front of him 'Chris' or 'Evan'. In Protag's eyes, Evan has dark eyebags that's clearly visible, green eyes and a striped black and white shirt. He has dark chocolate hair, which he is fond of.

"Here, hold my hand, you might get lost and stumble upon my dad. He's scary that you don't even want to meet him." After Evan said that, Parker suddenly shivered, the cold air hitting them. Evan noticed it.

"Oh yeah, it's very cold here in the morning, especially now that it's December. Mostly, all of us would come out wearing hoodies or jackets. I Have an extra one in my closet. I'll let you borrow it." Exclaimed Evan. Parker can't help but thank him. The brunette hurriedly went to his closet and got two hoodies. One is a green forest hoodie but the other one is black. He got back to the blonde and gave him the green one.

"That hoodie is my favorite because it's warm. Since you're a guest of mine, I'm letting you borrow it." He informed Parker.

"Thanks. You're probably one of the first people who helped me this year." Parker uttered as they wore the hoodies. Evan held Parker's hand and walked over the hall.

"That's my younger sister's room. She hates ice cream so you better not give her one." Evan Informed him while pointing at the pink door. Parker nodded and glanced at the room next to it. "And the one that you're looking at is my oldest brother's room. His room is the worst!" Evan spoke in a disgusted tone, earning a laugh from Parker.

"The room next to it is from my dad and mom. They sleep separately due to reasons."

"Oh, so that must be the kitchen?" Parker pointed to a door in front of them. "Yes. The bathroom is on our left, the living room is beside the kitchen." Evan held Parker's hand tightly and began walking to the living room.

"They wake up at 8 A.M. So usually I watch a movie." The brunette signaled Parker to sit down which he did. "Woah, I Haven't watched a movie in years!" Parker's eyes lit up. "Then we will watch a movie!" Evan replied, picking up the remote placed on the table on front.