When nothing in the world seems to go your way, you run. Run far, far away from the place you used to call home. Now, your home is the forest, the dark alleyways, and the moldy, damp cardboards boxes. This was the right decision, right?

HEADS UP: I started this story when I was young, so there are multiple grammar and spelling mistakes that I am completely aware of but haven't gone back in to fix. Basically all of the chapters, except for the last few, were written when I was young (I'm 20 now and don't write in this anymore) so just keep that in mind while reading haha. A lot of things are silly, and the humor is outdated and childish because I was just a kid having fun, so no need to take anything seriously. Also, this was mostly written back in 2015 when a lot of things in the FNaF story weren't really known so a lot of things (such as names) are INCORRECT which I am also completely aware of I simply just haven't gone back to correct any of them and I probably never will. I hope you enjoy my middle school brain's writing as much as I did at the time of writing these chapters. Also... I do not own FNaF, all rights go to Scott Cawthon. Much love, Flash <3