Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

Christmas's

Scott:

"Rise and shine, Scotty!" Scott's mom said, coming into his room cheerfully. "It's Christmas!" She said, enveloping him into a hug. Scott groaned, sitting up, but he smiled sleepily.

"Oh my gosh, get out of bed, loser, there's stockings!" His sister said, coming into his room with him. She had come down from college to celebrate Christmas with them and was currently throwing pillows at Scott's head.

"Get off! Let me get up!" Scott complained, swatting at his mom's back, trying to get his legs untangled from the blankets.

"Scotty! It snowed, Scotty!" His younger brother screamed, coming into the room and making a thorough mess of everything. Scott started flailing and his mom laughed getting up to let Scott out of bed.

The Christmas lights that adorned his room gave a soft glow to the morning darkness. His windows were fogged and outside was the white of a Georgia winter wonderland. A beautiful white Christmas. Scott got out of bed and put on a camo pullover and plaid pj pants and then, the finishing, ever Christmas-y touch, the reindeer slippers with big, boggling eyes that lit up and floppy antlers. His mom had gotten them for him and he had worn them every Christmas since. He shuffled out of his room to see the fireplace was lit and his father was laid in front of it, his socks were probably in the process of melting into the grate.

The Christmas tree sat in the corner of the room, big and real and covered in colorful lights and tacky family ornaments  including ones that Scott and his siblings had made all the way back in elementary school, Scott's 'crystal' snowflake and foam snowman, his sister's bedazzled Christmas tree and her little flour 'gingerbread man', and his brother's cotton ball Santa and plastic snow globe. His parents were sentimentalists and made sure to include their children on the tree every single year.

The presents were wrapped in christmassy paper, with candy canes and little reindeers and Santa's. The stockings were ones that Scott had had since he was born, with pictures of Christmas icons and they were overflowing with fun little things and candy. His sister loved the stockings and took to them immediately, pulling out portable chargers from her dad and candy and string lights and little nicknacks for her dorm room. Scott grinned and joined her, his little slippers squeaking as he walked.

"Presents! Presents!" His mom screamed cheerfully and his brother joined in the chant as they turned to the colorful packages. Scott caught one as it sailed to him and he tore into the paper excitedly, the warmth of the fireplace and the smell of the breakfast in the oven creating a comfortable warmth.

Afton:

"Good morning, Mr. Afton." A friendly voice greeted him. William stretched and yawned, twisting himself into his sheets. His room was pleasantly warmed by the fire roaring in the gilded fireplace. He opened his eyes, turning to look at the young boy who had come woke up him. They were almost the same age, the boy was a few years younger that William.

"Mmm, good morning, Sawyer." William groaned. He turned his head to see the boy standing next to his bed, smiling brightly and holding a little teacup on a porcelain dish. "Whoa, there." William laughed, holding a hand out. The boy handed him the little saucer and William wriggled to sit up in bed.

"When should we get you dressed, sir?" Sawyer asked, tugging at the comforter around William, straightening it out.

"Ugh give me a few moments. Let me finish my tea." William whispered, sipping it.

"Yes sir. Haha, oi, there's two feet of snow out there, sir. Who asked for a white Christmas, am I right?" Sawyer giggled, turning to the massive wardrobe and putting together an outfit. There was a green vest, a white button down, a black overcoat, and a red striped tie.