"Wake up, Freddy, we're almost there."

Freddy woke with a start. He looked around to find himself in the passenger seat of a moving car. His father, a dark brown bear of almost 50 was driving. Freddy was confused at first, slowly sitting up in his seat and yawning. After a few seconds of being awake, he remembered where he was: he was going to college.

Frederick Fazbear III (or Freddy, as he preferred to be called), was an 18 year old grizzly bear of average height and a somewhat heavy build and a mind that was brilliant beyond comparison. He had graduated from his high school with a 4.0 GPA as the valedictorian and president of several academic honor societies. He had also scored a nearly perfect score on all of his college entrance exams, so he naturally had been awarded a full academic scholarship to the best school in the country: Fazbear University.

Freddy looked out the window to see that they were driving through a fairly dense forest on a small, winding road with no other cars in sight.

"Dad, are you sure we're not lost?" Freddy asked, yawning again. He looked at the clock on the dashboard: 2:30. He had been asleep nearly 4 hours, no wonder he was so groggy.

"Nonsense, this is a shortcut." Freddy's dad replied confidently. "I used it all the time when I was here to avoid all the traffic on the highway."

Freddy's father, Frederick Fazbear Jr. (or Frederick), was a Fazbear University alumnus himself, class of 1987. He had graduated with a degree in Business, and now was the CEO of one of the biggest, most successful robotics companies in the country. To say the Fazbears were rich didn't even begin scratch the surface.

Freddy was skeptical, but sure enough, the road straightened out and led out of the forest. Freddy was immediately met with the sight of a massive building the size of a museum surrounded by several smaller buildings.

"That building right there is the Main Library." Frederick said proudly, gesturing towards the distant building. "That's where you'll register for classes, pick up your dorm key, and there's even a..."

Freddy had already tuned his father out, having heard this speech more times than he cared to count. Freddy had had Fazbear University practically shoved down his throat all his life. To say that Frederick he was a loyal alumnus would be a severe understatement; he was president of the alumni board, and made very generous annual donations to the University. He had been taking Freddy to football games since before Freddy could even talk.

These outings usually were just Freddy and his dad, although his mom would occasionally join them if her work schedule permitted. His mom Sarah, also a Fazbear University alumnus, had met his father while in college and graduated with a degree in Marketing and had been a real estate agent. Freddy didn't care much for football, not being much of an athlete, but between his parents' busy work schedules and his own studies, this was some of the only quality family time they had.

"Well, Freddy?" his father asked.

Freddy was startled, he had been so lost in thought that he didn't even hear his father speak to him.

"Sorry," Freddy said quickly, "What were you saying?"

"I was just asking which dorm you hope you'll be in?" Frederick asked again.

"Oh, I don't really care." Freddy said absentmindedly, "Hopefully one that's close to all of my classes."

"Well then, that's Cawthon." Frederick replied enthusiastically. "That's where I stayed as a Freshman."

"Uh-huh.." Freddy said, not really paying attention anymore. He continued to stare out the window as the car approached the University.

Bonnie sat in the back seat of his parents' truck with his headphones in, looking out the window. He excitedly sat up as the university campus came into view on the road ahead of them. He elbowed his sister, Chica, who has been reading and not paying attention.

"Ow, what was that for?" Chica said, annoyed at the interruption.

"We're almost here, look!" Bonnie said as he pointed ahead at the biggest building. Chica's expression almost immediately turned from annoyance to amazement.

Bonnie and Chica had never actually seen the place they would call home for the next four years in person. They had seen all of the brochures and pictures online, but nothing could have prepared them for how big and grandiose the campus was.

Boniface Bunny (or Bonnie) was a short, skinny purple rabbit, although his long purple ears more than made up for his lack of height. He was very shy and sensitive, leaving him very prone to bullies in school. Francisca Chicken (or Chica), Bonnie older twin sister, was an average sized yellow chicken, and somewhat of a tomboy. She never wore makeup, liked to keep her feathers short, and was usually the one who came to the rescue when Bonnie was picked on because of his height or shyness. There was one incident in the 8th grade where Chica put someone in the hospital with a broken jaw after she had stolen Bonnie's phone and held it above his head where he couldn't reach it. Because of incidents like these, neither of them had many friends in high school except each other. This is why they were so excited to go to college: it was a fresh start that they both so desperately wanted.

The twins were snapped out of their stupor by the car suddenly stopping, followed by their father honking his horn angrily.

"Damn it, get this traffic moving!" The orange rooster yelled. A traffic jam had occurred on the road ahead of them.

"Sweetie, that won't make the traffic move any faster." Their mother, another purple rabbit, said calmly from the passenger seat.

Charles Chicken, Bonnie and Chica's father, was not a patient man. He worked long hours as a restaurant owner, and would often be very on edge by the time he got home. His family knew not to confront him during this time. However, in spite of this, they knew he cared deeply for his family and worked hard to provide for them.

His wife Bella Bunny, was calm, sweet, and caring, if not maybe too passive at times. She rarely confronted or stood up to Charles, often insisting that they let him "do things his own way", in her words. Because of Charles work, she was left to care for the kids mostly on her own in their infancy. Her children (especially Bonnie) grew very attached to her over their father as they grew up because of this.

Bonnie and Chica stared at each other awkwardly as traffic began moving, slowly but surely. Bonnie shifted in his seat uncomfortably as their father yelled at someone for changing lanes "too slow". Bonnie would be lying if he wasn't looking forward to getting away from his dad.

"Foxy, are you sure you want to live in a dorm?" The white and pink vixen asked the red fox worriedly. "You know we live close enough that you can just stay here."

"Aunt Mangle, I'll be fine." Foxy replied, smiling. "I want the full college experience, and I want to make new friends on campus."

Foxy and his aunt had just started loading his belongings into the trunk of his car. His aunt was very overprotective of her nephew. Foxy knew she meant well, but he still needed space. Mangle fortunately understood this, although she was reluctant to at first.

Fawkes Fox (or Foxy) was a tall, red fox with a lean, athletic build. He lived in the town where Fazbear University was located with his Aunt Mangle. He had lived with her since his parents died when he was 6. He was staying with his mother's sister while his parents were on a cruise for their 10th anniversary. Foxy never really knew what happened; one day he walked downstairs to find his aunt crying. When he asked her what was wrong, she told him that his parents weren't coming back, and that she was going to take care of him from then on.

"I know you will be, I just worry about you," Mangle replied, helping Foxy lift his single, rather large suitcase into the trunk.

Foxy was a military brat. His father served in the navy for 20 years before retiring when Foxy was 6. Because of this, Foxy had moved so many times as a young child that he had learned the most efficient way to pack for any trip or move. Packing for college was par for the course for the fox.

"Like you said I won't be far away," said Foxy.

Mangle looked at her nephew for a few seconds before drawing him into a hug. "I'm so proud of you, you know that right?" She said softly, "And I know your parents would be proud of you too."

"Th-thank you." Foxy choked out, tearing up at the mention of his parents. He was very young, but he could still vividly remember the last time he saw them.

"Mommy, why do you and Daddy have to leave?" the young kit asked, hugging his mom's leg.

"Because, sweetie, your dad and I need some alone time while you spend the week with your Auntie Mangle." his mother said sweetly, crouching down to hug her son.

"But why can't I come with you?" Foxy asked, starting to cry.

"Tell you what," his father said, also squatting, "if we hear from Auntie Mangle that you behave yourself while we're gone, then we'll all go on a vacation this summer, OK?"

Foxy smiled at this. After a final hug form both of his parents, he held his Aunt Mangle's hand as he watch his parents get in their car and drive away.

Foxy quickly snapped back to reality and got in is car and started the ignition. He waved one last good-bye to his aunt before starting the 10 minute drive to Fazbear University.