Recovery: A prologue to Fazbear & Co

Chapter 1

Light fog surrounded Freddy Fazbear, who just happened to be on a walk after his last day at college.
He was a smart fellow, always bright and cheerful despite the mood of the day. Maybe it was being a part of the Fazbear dynasty that did it. Perhaps he was simply an excelling student. Whatever made Freddy the bear he was remained unknown to him.

 His father, Eddie, had enrolled him into one of the best colleges in the state of Texas: Ursine Hills. It took the best of the best to even be considered a place in Ursine – for no one but the outstanding students of secondary schools would be fit for its courses and exams.
Freddy was grateful to have such wonderful parents, despite them being a little tough on him at times, but he knew it was for the best. If it weren't for his father, he wouldn't have known half of the things he did today.
He did still reside at his home, however – he hadn't earnt anything to buy his own house yet. Nonetheless, it was comforting.

The bear continued to stroll along the pavement, glancing around and taking in his surroundings. Sure, it was slightly foggy, but that didn't stop him from wearing his blue t-shirt and navy shorts. Blue...that was Freddy's favourite colour. It gave him a sense of peace and happiness, unlike the sad, depressing nature it was commonly portrayed with.

 Regardless of the misty blanket hanging over his town, the air felt mildly warm. Freddy smiled to himself as he came upon a grassy area a small way away from the path. A wooden bench was situated here, along with a sizeable oak tree, its canopy wavering in the breeze. He made his way over to the seat and sat down, enjoying the ambience. Pulling out his notebook and pen from his satchel, the bear began to ponder on what he would do with his life.

His first thought was to search for jobs in the categories of the subjects he'd focused on at college: economics, music, media studies and of course, maths and English. Eddie had encouraged him to pursue economics and media studies, which Freddy didn't mind, but he had his heart set on music. Since a young age, he'd marvelled at bands and their craft, especially the vocals. The bear was fascinated at the different moods that could be created with just a change of tone or pitch, how it contributed to the song, and how each artist's voice was unique. Perhaps he would have his own band one day.
He reminded himself that he needed to have other options in the meantime, as a career in music wouldn't happen instantly. Great things take time, he remembered, for that was what his father had always told him.

Freddy continued to make notes in his notebook as ideas came and went. He was so wrapped up in it all...it seemed as if there was so much to do...
Behind him, the oak tree rustled.
It was too big a movement for such an insignificant breeze to give rise to.
Its leaf covering shifted again.
All of a sudden, a dark figure shot from its depths and launched itself at Freddy. The bear whipped around, only to be crushed under the body of the figure. He struggled, but his efforts were pathetic against the stranger. There was only one thing left to do.
Freddy screamed.