The Story of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

The Wrath of An Absent Father

                                                                      TW: Mentions of blood and violence

William was sitting at his desk. Reflecting. Pondering. It had been four weeks since he had recieved that call from the hospital. He hadn't had time to grieve the loss of his son properly. Ever since Evan's death, the paperwork for Fredbear's had been flooding his desk. He received a fax from the Department of Child Safety, telling him that he either had to place the springlock suits into retirement or risk the diner getting shut down. So he did just that. Into the back room of the Diner went the golden duo, left to be forgotten by the sands of time

Fortunately, William and Henry, his best friend and business partner, had opened a new restaurant under Fazbear corporation.
Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. New animatronic faces, a brown bear, an indigo rabbit, a chicken and a fox with a pirate gimmick. The kids loved them, almost more than they loved their predecessors. If it hadn't been for Freddy's, William would be drowning under the wave of financial pressure.

William sighed as his thoughts wandered back to Evan. How am I supposed to put the boy back together? His been maimed and broken beyond repair.  He thought. His gaze wandered to a a small navy gray box in the corner of his office. He shuddered. Two days after his son had been pronounced dead, he had revived another call from the hospital, although unlike the previous one, the news was not unexpected

His son was taken from his hospital bed in the middle of the night. The body had just...vanished. Not a single trace. But he knew...
The booming success of the two restaurants left little time for child care, and Micheal wasn't exactly the best babysitter. It's those hooligan friends that make him act out. Granted, he was never a straight-A choir kid, but he was at least disciplined enough to look after his siblings. William pondered. He knew that Michael was torturing his brother. Leaving him at the diner after hours, locking him in the back rooms with all the bare suits. Hiding at every corner, waiting to scare him.

The only words of comfort I had given him were through a speaker of his Fredbear plush...and even those were half-hearted.
"Tomorrow's another day..." he snorted in frustration. He looked at the clock on his desk. 21:15  the clock glowed in bright white. He had spent two hours at his desk, just pondering. He needed to clear his head...

William creaked his study door open. He could faintly hear the television from downstairs. He slipped into the living room. On the couch, sitting still as a mouse, was Micheal. His eyes seemed...lifeless. He was just staring at the flickering lights, not really taking anything in. Strange... William observed. As if by instinct, Micheal sensed his father's presence, and immediately came back to reality. He flinched. William acknowledged this sudden spark of life. The boy had become withdrawn and meek since his brother's death. William had been rather cruel to Michael, even going as far as locking him in his room and striking him across the face. The young boy was often walking on eggshells to avoid his father's wrath.William ignored the boy's cowering and grabbed his coat and his keys.

He jammed the keys in his purple car and sped off to his comfort place. Fredbear's closure made the days unbearable for everyone if William didn't get a drink. Junior's was the closest bar within a 20 mile radius, and often William spent hours on end drowning his stress in alcohol. The parking lot was quiet. Sensible, it was nearly eleven at night. No one would get a drink at this hour...no one except William.

The door of the bar flung open and William sat in his regular booth, ordering his regular Polish Vodka extra large. The man downed the glass in 30 seconds flat, ordering drink after drink. He had had to retire his beloved Springbonnie. He would need a lot more shots for that.

After about 20 rounds of shots, the bartender refused to make William another drink.

"Another shot and you could end up with alcohol poisoning...and we can't have a death tarnishing the fine Junior's reputation." The bartender said in his husky voice. "Go home, or don't, but you can't stay here."

Furious, but not wanting to burn bridges with his haven, William left the bar. He sped home, angrily. Stupid Junior's. Stupid Alcohol. His head was racing and thoughts of the day fluttered through his mind. He thought about Fredbear and Springbonnie, and how they would sit in the back room collecting dust. He thought about how it wasn't fair. It was Henry's robotic parts that had failed, killing his son. By now, the rain was pouring. William made a sharp U-turn, intending to go back to the diner and give Henry a piece of his mind. Henry usually stayed late to work on maintaince for the animatronics, so there was a good chance he'd still be there.

William parked his car and slammed the door shut. He stormed through the downpour and towards the Diner. Closed read the sign. He tried the door. Locked. He grumbled as he went around the building to try the back door. His sharp eyes caught sight of a small figure in the dark.

It was Charlotte Emily, nicknamed "Charlie" by her close friends, Henry's 9-year-old daughter. She was banging on the door and crying, begging to be let in. The poor girl wasn't really that popular with the local children that came to the diner. They often ridiculed her for being held back in second grade and for being so meek. She usually had her friends to defend her, but since her father often had to stay into the evening for work, she had no company. Her bullies had shoved her out of the pizzeria and locked the door to frighten her. William sighed, yet another problem to deal with.  A wicked grin crept across face as he realised this was the perfect opportunity to get back at Henry for his problems...

The man raced back to his car and got his 14inch penknife from the glove box. Back to the alleyway he raced. The girl noticed William, and a smile spread across her face, thinking that he would rescue her from her bullies.

"Uncle Will!" she beamed as his figure approached. "I'm so glad you're here Uncle Will. These mean kids  pushed me out of the diner and locked the door and now I can't get back in-" she trailed off. Slowly, she looked down and saw the blade sticking through her stomach, impaling her. The girl fell limply into the arms of her killer. William removed the knife from her body, and stabbed the girl about 20 times just to be sure. He dragged the bleeding body deeper into the alleyway, and laid her down in between two dumpsters. The man looked around to make sure no one had seen his crime, then sprinted back to his car and drove away, leaving the cuts across the girl's chest and arms to bleed out.

***

The security puppet had finally broken out of the box those kids had stuffed it into. It floated on its strings around the diner, looking around the diner for the girl with the green bracelet it was supposed to be looking after. The bracelet of the puppet beeped twice, alerting it to Charlie's location. It followed its tracking signal to the outside of the diner. The rain was still pouring hard, and the puppet was starting to glitch, but its programming forced it to continue its search Charlie. By now, the robot was crawling through the rain, and the bracelet beeped twice. The puppet had found Charlie. But something was wrong. The girl was bleeding profusely. She wasn't moving. The puppet lay down next to the girl, it's wires fried from the rain.

The two lay there together, until something strange happened. A dark purple glow emminated from Charlie's body. The light rose and settled into the puppet, which lay merely inches away. The puppet's empty eye socket glowed white and blinked twice. The girl was given a Second Chance...