The Tragedy of Freddy's: Fredbear's Diner

0: 1956

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I am not affiliated with Steel Wool Studios, the Five Nights at Freddy's brand, or Scott Cawthon, nor do I claim ownership of any of the characters mentioned in this story. This is a fan-made canon by a fan with the love of a good story. None of the following events is or will be claimed to be part of the official canon, this is simply how I see the story and how it'd be most interesting to me. If all is understood that I take no official part in this story, then please, take a moment of your time to indulge in the Tragedy of Freddy's

Enjoy!

0: 1956

Summer, 1956, Hurricane Utah. The days were sunny and the nights weren't long. The children laughed and played all through the night and the laughing didn't stop until the morning. It was a dream for all and no one wanted to ever wake up. That is to say, with a view like this, waking up isn't so bad.

On a large hill, just off a small dirt road, a large oak tree stood as high as the sky itself. The shade from the canopy of leaves made the warm summer's dusk feel as cool as the night's blanket, and lying at the base of this tree was a small boy, about but barely 8, doodling in a small yellow sketchbook without a care in the world.

His hair was unruly and frizzy, and his glasses were barely held together by a small strand of tape. He sat alone but he still couldn't help but to smile. For a moment he yawned and rubbed his sleep-kissed eyes under his glasses, wiping away what sleepiness was there. It was getting late, almost 8 o'clock he thought, and he had to be home for dinner. His mom was going to make grilled cheese sandwiches tonight, no way could he miss that. But still, the view from here was perfect. Another minute, he thought, then he'd go home. So without a word, he closed his book and stared into the setting sun, breathing in as much of the summer's breeze as he could. Truly lovely.

-_____:"Hey there!" a voice called out from behind the tree.

The boy jumped out of his trance and peeked behind the tree. There was another boy hopping up the hill like a bunny rabbit, grinning from ear to ear. The other boy's hair was also untidy but more neat than his own, and his shirt was a glaring royal purple. He wasn't used to talking to new people, but who knows, he might be friendly?

-Henry: "Um, hi! I'm Henry Emily, what's your name?" Henry timidly called, waving slightly to the boy.

-William: "I'm William Afton! Nice to meet you, Henry!" William beamed with joy, reaching the top of the hill.

Afton, hm? Henry's heard of him before. Well, everyone in his school has. William was really popular in school; he made friends everywhere he went. He was cool and smart and everybody loved him. Henry on the other hand wasn't that. At all. Talking with new people always made him nervous and he's been picked on by bullies for having a "girly last name." He was sure that William was going to pick on him for that too, but seeing him not care at all made him cooler than Henry thought.

-William: "Woah, look at the sun... It's awesome!" William gasped, staring into the setting sun.

-Henry: "I know! It's my favorite place in the whole world! I wanna watch the sun forever!" Henry sighed with a bountiful smile.

Entranced by the sun, the boys sat down under the tree and stared into the sky for a minute or so, simply and quaintly enjoying each other's company.

-William: "Hey, what's that in your hand?" William asked, pointing to Henry's book.

-Henry: "Oh, this is my journal! I like to draw in it sometimes." Henry explained, holding up his book.

-William: "Cool! Can I see them?" William asked anxiously, holding out his hands.

-Henry: "Well, I don't really show them to anyone..." Henry refuted, fidgeting where he sat.

-William: "Come on! Please, please, please, please, pleaaaaase!" William pleaded making grabby motions with his tiny hands.

His eyes grew bigger and bigger as he pleaded, like a puppy begging for a treat. With an embarrassed groan, Henry caved and gave his journal to William, hiding his face with his hands in embarrassment.

-William: "WOAH! These are really cool!" William shouted, flipping through the pages.

Henry looked back up at William in shock. No one's ever called his drawings cool before.

-William: "Do you like robots too?" William asked, pointing to a page scrawled with different sized and shaped robots.

Henry nodded profusely, still too embarrassed to talk.

-William: "That's so cool! I want to make robots when I grow up!" William smiled, flipping through more pages.

-Henry: "I do too! Do you want to make robots together when we grow up?" Henry shyly asked, not expecting a response, but to his surprise, William perked up with a large smile shouting,

-William: "Sure!"

Henry never had anyone like the same things he did. He was always called dumb or weird for even thinking of the things he liked. To know that someone as cool and popular as William liked his strange hobbies made him feel happy, almost as if he made a new friend.

*GRRROWLLLLL* Henry's stomach cried, impatiently waiting for him to fill it with food. Right, dinner. Henry had to go before it got too late.

-Henry: "Um, I have to go, William. It was fun talking to you though!" Henry chuckled, taking his book back from William.

-William: "Awwww! I want to see more thoughhhh! Hey! How about we come up here tomorrow! You can teach me how to draw and I can bring snacks!" William offered with a big smile.

-Henry: "Ok, sure!" Henry chirped in glee.

-William: "Then it's settled! Friends?" William asked, holding out his hand so Henry could shake it.

-Henry: "Friends!" Henry proclaimed, mustering the courage to shake Williams hand.

The two shook hands and said their goodbyes before making their own ways home. All the way down that hill, Henry couldn't help but smile as wide as he could, knowing that this was the beginning of a bright future with his new best friend.

On this very hill our story begins. This is not a tale of whimsy or sunshine, this is one of woe and despair. What started as the dreams of two young boys had devolved into an all out war, tearing apart the lives of hundreds. From a grave mistake came a trail of madness and bloodshed that had continued for years and has yet to end. These forces still clash to this day, slaughtering anyone unfortunate enough to wander in its path, but by the eventual end of this tale, we might see a sliver of hope, a sign that this insanity will end and peace will flood the masses yet again. Until that end is found, please, take a moment of your time to sit and read, and experience the tragedy of Freddy's.