Five Nights at Freddy's Daughter scenarios

Spending Time with your Cousins

Freddy

Springtrap asked if he and the others could spend time with (Y/N) to get to know her, so I eagerly agreed. (Y/N) was also happy about it, so she led them all into the front room and they sat together on our semicircle couch. they room was filled with conversation as the five kids talked.

"So, Springtrap, if you don't mind my asking, why are you so quiet?" (Y/N) asked. Springtrap looked at the ground, refusing to answer.

"He doesn't like to talk about it. His mother abuses him and his brother Plushtrap quite frequently, so he doesn't like to talk," Mangle patted his knee. My daughter silently rubbed her broken arm.

"Sorry, about that. I didn't realize it was a personal subject," She apologized.

"I-it's ok. You didn't mean it," Springtrap muttered, making her smile. They continued to talk, and eventually Goldie took them all home.

Chica

Mangle pleaded for them all to have a hang-out day with (Y/N), so I said yes. 

"Hey, Springtrap, can I ask you something?" she called. He turned around and nodded.

"Have you guys heard the band Hollywood Undead?" The name registered in my mind. That was my favorite band growing up. Freddy and I would always listen to it together when we wanted to rebel against Mom.

"No, I haven't. Are they a good band?" He shook his head. She gaped at him.

"They are an awesome band," I intervened.

"Mom, you like them?"

"Well, yes. Uncle Freddy and I listened to City all the time. It's our favorite song. Hey, Freddy! The city looks so pretty!" I called. Freddy looked up from his book smiling.

"Do you wanna burn it with me?"

"Yes, I do. Pull up the song for them," I nudged my daughter, who got on YouTube. This song brings back memories.

*play song. you guys will LOVE it. I'm not gonna write the lyrics because it has them up top w/ the song*

As the song progressed, Springtrap and Mangle were whipping their hair around, BB was tapping the beat on his knees, and Marionette and (Y/N) were repeating to each other the mantra Freddy and I took to heart. Bonnie stomped out of his room holding his guitar at the top of the stairs.

"Can you guys keep it down, please? I'm trying to rehearse for my upcoming concert in a week! Thank you!" He demanded, then slammed his door.

"Hey, kids. The city looks so pretty," I began.

All five replied, "Do you wanna burn it with me?" Freddy and I laughed. Kids are amazing when it comes to music.

Bonnie

Goldie let the kids stay behind to hang out with (Y/N) and get to know her. She got around fast on her crutches, and eventually the subject was touched.

"So, (Y/N/N), how did you break your ankle?" Mari asked.

"I am a varsity soccer player, but during my practice earlier today, it went the wrong way," she explained. I picked up my guitar, and some sheet music.

"D'you guys want to learn how to play guitar?" I asked. Springtrap kindly gestured for my bass and I put the strap over his head and placed the sheet music on a stand.

"Try to read the notes, and play them in order," I instructed. He manipulated his fingers and strummed, hitting each note perfectly.

"Nice job, Spring!" My daughter clapped. I turned to her.

"Do you want to try, sweetheart?" I held it out to her.

"No, but I can try the piano that Uncle Foxy always fails at playing," she declines.

"Hey! At least I try! It be this accursed hook!" Foxy whined.

"You know I still love you," she hugged him. Moving to the piano, she took a seat and fixed her fingers to a song she wanted to play. The sound alerted even my brothers and sister and everyone gathered to watch. When she finished, we all applauded.

"Panda, you do realize that you played one of the hardest songs ever known to the Fazbear family? None of us ever played it properly. You have a gift," Freddy announced. My daughter bowed, laughing. I just knew she was special. She's my special little bunny.

Foxy

"Hey guys, I have to go to the dry cleaners to put up my new suit for a job interview, so I'm leaving the kids here. Is that alright?" Goldie announced.

"Sure, bro. Go do what you need to do, we'll keep an eye out for them. It's a gold suit, isn't it?" Freddy replied.

"Yeah. You know me well, brother," Goldie nodded and left.

"So, (Y/N), what do you like doing in school?" Mangle started a conversation.

"Well, I love to write stories, and soon, once my hand heals, I am going to enter an author's competition," me princess told her.

"Awesome. What's one thing you've written? Can you read us something?" Marionette begged.

"OK," she relented and pulled out her notebook, beginning to read.

"The snow glistens on the twilight-covered, snow-capped mountains. The moons' pure radiance explodes over the desolated terrain. White wolves stalk the prey that has sought protection from the destructive cold of the winter night, pursuing isolation from the freezing grip of a coming blizzard. 14-year-old Angela Rachel Johnson sits watching this on her parent's television, wishing she could go there. It has been her dream to tame and raise a wolf pup," she reads. All of the kids sit in awe as she finishes.

"What's that story called?" Springtrap breathed.

"Wolf with a Frigid Heart." she says. (No joke that's a story I began to write)

"I can see why yer so worked up about this contest. Ye be a natural!" I complimented her. Soon, me brother came back for the lads and lassie, and they left with a final goodbye.

"I love ye, (Y/N). Ye know that?" I whispered in her ear.

"Aye, Dad, I know," she poked me nose.