Afton Robotics

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ

ᴅᴀᴛᴇ: 1969

ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: ғʀᴇᴅʙᴇᴀʀ's ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅɪɴᴇʀ

ᴛɪᴍᴇ: ɴ/ᴀ

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It was early evening, and the sun's warm glow shone onto the small city. Nothing special, it was like that almost every day.
But it actually was special. There was a party, a birthday party taking place that day.

Where? At an old building, containing the coveted Fredbear's Family Diner. Coveted, by children.
The ultimate place for a party.
They had pizza, cake, games....but something even more special.
A bear and a rabbit.
Not real ones, but robotic ones.
Golden robotic ones.
But the children never saw them as that. There was a bunny, and a bear.
And what kid doesn't want that?

Not one.

Inside the building, the loud clamors of children could be heard. They all demanded something...cake.
Now cake from human workers isn't what they wanted.
They wanted one of their friends to give them cake.
And with that request pounded over and over into the ears of the workers, Fredbear made an appearance.
And he was to give them cake.

The large golden bear, whose title was so appropriately that of Fredbear, went to one table, placing pieces of cake in front of the children. But the shouting didn't stop. All the children kept demanding cake, and Fredbear raced to each one.

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His human workers raced as well, to reload him with cake. But the shouting just kept going. Even as SpringBonnie, the large golden rabbit was also reloaded with cake, the shouting continued.
It was almost as if the children just enjoyed seeing the large robots move around - and they had no other way to witness such a thing unless they demanded something.
That's where the cake came in.

There was one boy, who was not shouting. He was not demanding cake, he was wishing and begging to even be let inside.
He did not know what happened, but somehow, he was separated from his parents. He just walked tirelessly until he arrived here, at the Diner.
Somewhere he knew he'd be safe.
Somewhere he'd been a million times before.
He stood outside the Diner, just wanting to be let in.
But the door was locked; for the private party.
And no one could hear him as he sobbed, feeling more lonely and fearful than ever.

"S–somebody?" he called out, lifting one of his small, shaky hands, and pounding it three times against the door. They were barely pounds; so much strength and energy went into walking to the Diner; and crying once he was there, that the boy had little left to do anything else.
His face was almost saturated in tears. He had never stopped crying ever since he had lost his way from his parents. "Please let me in–" The child's tears consumed his pale face as he gave his best attempts to pound his weak fists against the door.
As the boy sobbed, he gave himself a break for a moment as he needed a second to catch his breath, which he had lost due to his emotions raining over him.
In the few seconds he was silent, aside from his sniffling, the boy felt the hair on the back of his neck stand as he heard the sound of a door open. No, not the door he was pounding on. A car door.
He was so occupied with getting into the Diner, that he paid no attention to the fact that a car came into the lot.
A purple car.

A man exited the car, and began walking to the Child.

He walked casually, as if everything was normal. The boy only briefly glanced to the man, as he thought the man would maybe tell him to leave the Diner. As the man got closer, the boy pounded once more against the door, and this particular hit sent burning pain through his fist. He had banged the door so much now; countless times.
The man's steps now got louder on the concrete sidewalk as he got closer, and the boy grew more tense.
Then, the boy saw in the corner of his left eye, the man stepping right up to him.
He was a rather tall man, but average frame. Not intimidating; very friendly looking.