A/N: Hey guys, Shadowfang14 here! This is my first ever time writing an FNAF fic, or even a gaming fic at all, so I hope you like it. Those of you who've been reading my Creepypasta fanfic 'Poor Little Souls' might remember Ian from the Freddy Fazbear's subplot. Originally I was just gonna leave it at that, but before I knew it I came up with my own version of Mike Schmidt, then my whole verse, and before I could stop myself, I had a fanfic on my hands. FNAF has officially taken over my soul :/ Well, read and review, if you want! Flames will be used to make s'mores.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise or any of the characters within, they belong to the wonderfully talented Scott Cawthon.

"Hey! Don't push me!" The little dark-skinned boy glared at his twin sister as she took another slice of pizza. "That was the last pepperoni!"

"Sorry." The girl, Tricia, said, not sounding sorry at all. "You'll just have to be faster next time." Travis Greene glared at his sister as she took a bite.

"No fair! It's my birthday too, y'know!"

"Yeah, but I'm older by two minutes, so I get last dibs!" Tricia stuck out her tongue at her twin, and he glowered at her. Across the table from them, their two friends were talking to each other.

"Chica's my favorite." Hope, a blond girl of eight said. "How about you?" The half-Hispanic nine-year-old boy blushed as he answered

"I…I like Foxy. I've always liked pirates; they always seem so brave and fearless in the movies. I want to be like that one day." Travis snorted.

"Brave and fearless?! You?! Please Ian; you're scared of your own shadow!" Ian's blush grew deeper as he sank into his seat in embarrassment.

"Hey, leave him alone!" Hope stuck up for her friend. "Just because someone doesn't act all macho all the time doesn't mean they can't be brave!"

"Yeah." Tricia added. "You act tough, but I've seen you singing along to the My Little Pony theme song!"

"Shut up!" Travis snapped as Ian hopped out of his seat.

"Ian?" Hope asked. "Where are you going?"

"I…I have to go to the bathroom."

"Well okay, but don't take too long." Tricia advised him. "Our parents will be here to pick us up in ten minutes."

"Yeah, wouldn't want to miss your mommy!"

"Travis!" Hope glared at him, and Ian hurried off before his friends could see his embarrassment. When he was in the bathroom, Ian turned on the sink, splashing cold water on his face. He lifted his head, looking at his reflection in the mirror. Sad hazel eyes stared back at him. He let out a shaky breath, brushing a strand of light red hair out of his face.

Ian the crybaby. Ian the wimp. He liked the others, but he couldn't feel but be ashamed that he was always so shy and quiet compared to them. Even Hope, who was a year younger than him, was more daring and adventurous. One day he'd seen a spider in his raincoat, and screamed loud enough to wake the dead. She'd had to shake it out, and once it was gone, comfort him while Travis laughed his head off.

Why? Ian thought. Why am I always such a scaredy-cat? I'm sick of being the butt of everyone's jokes. He clenched his hands into shaking fists, fighting back the urge to shed a tear. His friends would be wondering what was taking him so long. Plus his mom would be coming any minute now.

Wiping his hands on a paper towel, Ian walked outside and out to the table where he and his friends had been sitting…only to find that they weren't there.

"Huh?" He blinked in confusion. "Tricia? Travis? Hope? Where'd you guys go?" He looked around. No sign of them. He couldn't see any of their parents either, which meant that they hadn't arrived yet.

"Guys? Where are you?" A lump formed in his throat.

No. Easy, Ian. Maybe they just went outside? He started to move to walk outside, but suddenly a booming voice called out

"Hey there, little fella!" Ian spun around to see the figure of Golden Freddy standing behind him.

"Goldie?"

"That's right!" The animatronic seemed to beam.

"H-have you seen my friends anywhere?" Ian tried to keep his voice from shaking as he said "There's a pair of twins, and a little girl…"

"As a matter of fact, I have!" The golden-colored bear announced. "They're in back, waiting for you!"

"Huh?" Ian said, confused.

"I heard that it was your friends' birthday, so I got together with the cooks, and they baked a nice big cake for them! But when the cute little blonde girl told me that there were four of you in your little group, I made them promise not to touch a crumb until you could all enjoy it together! Now come on, they're waiting for you!" He offered the little boy his hand, but Ian didn't take it. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach-and it wasn't just because of all the pizza and soda he'd eaten earlier.

"I…I don't know…"

"Oh, come on!" Golden Freddy tried to encourage him. "They're all waiting for you! You like cake, don't you?"

"Well, yeah…"

"Come on, then! I promise, it's really good!" He ruffled Ian's hair. "You can trust me." Slowly, cautiously, Ian finally took the bear's hand and let him lead him to the back. As they passed the stage, heading for the back, he turned his head, seeing the Fazbear band preparing for their final show of the day. The place was about to close. Ian's heart started to beat fast. He couldn't help but get a bad feeling about this whole thing. But he wanted to see his friends. Golden Freddy led him to a door, and once he opened it, Ian was greeted with the sight of Hope and the twins.

"Ian!" Hope smiled at him. "There you are!" Ian's eyes fell on the HUGE cake on the table. He had to admit, it did look tasty. But before he could think of what to do, he heard a 'click' as Golden Freddy locked the door behind them. Ian's heart started beating even harder in fear. None of the others seemed to notice, however. Tricia just beamed up at Goldie.

"Well, now that Ian's here, can we have some of this cake? I want a nice, big slice!"

"You just ate three slices of pizza!" Her brother shot back at her. "You're gonna get fat, you know!" Tricia glared at him, but Golden Freddy just laughed.

"Of course, kids! It's your birthday, eat all you like! After all, it's just us now! It's just you, and…" As the children watched, Golden Freddy reached up and removed his head.

He wasn't an animatronic.

The children's smiles faded as the person in the suit gave them a malicious smirk and pulled out a knife.

"It's me."

Unseen to the outside world and unheard by anyone else, the children's screams echoed off the walls.

A/N: Well, that's a dark way to start the story, I know. But hey, we all know how the story goes, and this had to start SOMEWHERE. Now, let me set the record straight about how a couple things will go in this story-a) for those of you who have read 'Rewritten Pastas', this is set in a different universe, so things are going to be similar, but different b) The very first child (the one in the marionette) and the fifth one are going to be merged into one for the sake of the story c) the animatronics themselves aren't alive in this, it's all the souls of the dead kids controlling them d) A couple other things and characters are going to be different from canon too but hey, it's called fan FICTION for a reason, so don't come to me with 'but that's not how it happened in the game!' This is my version of the story, and no one's forcing you to read it, so if you don't like, gtfo. For everyone else though, enjoy! And leave me nice reviews!

PS. I looked it up, and yes, it is possible for Hispanic people to have naturally red hair, though it's usually light, looking almost brown.