The Crying Child

I never thought I see this day. My first fan fiction. I had written what I called a "practice story" but I never bothered showing them to the public. Nevertheless, I wanted to write something about the popular horror game, Five Nights at Freddy's. More specifically on FNAF 4. I was originally going to make this a comic but then I thought it would be better to see if people like this. If this story goes well, I'll make the cover, parts of the comic, and maybe even a sequel.

WARNING: This story is sad and would contain gore later on

FNAF belongs to Scott Cawthon

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Chapter 1: Once Golden

How had he not noticed it before? It was so painfully obvious.

This realization had him in tears once again, as he laid curled up in a ball waiting for the door of his room to open. It wasn't the first time he ended up locked in a room and he doubt it would be the last.

His brother despised him. His brother tortured him. His brother hated him.

And the worst part is he couldn't understand why Félix hated him so much.

…It could be because they didn't had the same father. His mother who had married to Félix's dad lived happily with them until they divorced for unknown reasons then married too he's own father. Oh no, had his father been caring more for him than Félix, just because they weren't family? Had his mother ignored him just because he was the younger? No that couldn't be it, they both spend too much time at work to pay attention to them. Was it because he had embarrassed him that one time with the apple juice?

Shuddered breaths came out fast and swallow as he tried to stop his sobbing, though the tears kept falling.

He just couldn't understand why Félix hated him so much. To him his older brother is the most amazing person in the entire world. He had many friends, he's strong, he had the good looks, girls like him, and-well, basically he is everything he's not. He on the other hand, he had no friends, isn't very strong, has no good looks with his brown hair and dull brown eyes (though he distantly remembered that his mother would always say that his hair looked gold in certain light and his eyes are a 'beautiful' shade of hazel that used to be full of life.), and everybody thought he was too weird to even have girls look at him.

But Félix hasn't plain out told him he hated his little brother. So maybe he was just overreacting, right? Félix plays pranks like this. But he never locks you up in your room for hours. Nor does he ever done something nice for you.

When he was five he tried reaching out for his brother many times but he would just shake him off. He tried to get him to play with him but he quite literally kicked him out of the room and locking him. When he was six he tried acting like him but that only ended up receiving bruises. The only time he had gotten 'good' reactions from him was when Félix would play pranks on him and tease him, several times he had to hold back his tears while Félix laughed. Over the years nothing worked. Félix remained stubborn and well, mean. And he-he slowly became depressed, his smile that used to be constantly present began faltering and sometimes seemed forced. He would stare of into space, scaring the few friends he had and his parents were far too busy at work to even realize their young child had lost light in his eyes. Then one day he met Félix's friends. That was the last straw.

When he had found out Félix was bringing his super cool friends, he thought it would be a GREAT idea to become their friends. It seemed to be a great opportunity at the time seeing as nothing would work on getting Félix's attention. It had almost worked. His new 'friends' had surprisingly welcomed him into the group despite Félix's grunts of disapproval. He learned many things from them about his brother that he never knew, like for example he is the fastest runner on the Cross Country team and that he apparently has stage fright (Félix had complained loudly that he was just posing for the camera). He learned Félix's friends names Francis the seemingly leader of the group, Chris a slightly overweight boy, and Bert the guy that dreamed to be a rock star. Everything seemed fine in the beginning, sure they had made him do some stupid things and occasionally said some mean stuff to him, but he ignored that. For the first Félix seemed okay with him and not to mention he had new friends. He didn't care if he had to be 'teased' by his new friends and brother.

But the teasing became too much…

And even so…

In the corner of his eyes he saw four plush toys. They were plush toys from Freddy's Fazbear's, a sister location from Fredbear's Diner. He remembered he had shown the plush toys to the older boys, showing Francis the plush Freddy saying that they were alike because of their blue eyes and his ability to lead. He showed Chris the plush Chica saying that they were alike because he had blonde hair and liked to eat (he responded with everybody likes to eat). He showed Bert the plush Bonnie saying that they were alike because of wanting to be a rock star. He remembered he had shown his older brother the plush Foxy, stating that they were very much alike because both shared a sense of adventure and even looked the same with the amber eyes that gleamed like a coin touching light, and crimson colored hair. His brother had responded by tearing the plush away from him, ignoring his cries, as Félix ripped the head off before sneering down at him and simply walking away. (Even Chris had said that was cruel)

He picked up the beheaded plush along with the other three hugging them tightly as he cried, "T-T-Th-these a-are m-m-my f-friends."

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And that was the first chapter. I promise to make them longer next time… It's just first, let's see how you like it.