Welcome to first chapter of my new FNAF story - Haven. This one is based off the second game of Scott Cawthon's. This is my favourite of the five, and the one I had the most trouble with.

This story is the result of annoying plot bunny who won't leave me alone (kick's BonBon out the door and locks it). I'm throwing in my own OC into this, as I just can't identify with Jeremy as well as I could. He will have a large roll in this story though: so for all you fans of Jerebear, don't freak out. He is in this. Also, in my version, Jeremy isn't the victim of "the Bite of '87".

Now, for the part that will keep me out of trouble...hopefully.

I DO NOT own Five Nights at Freddy's! That honour belongs to Scott Cawthon. I just own a heap of FNAF merchandise. Mati, Zack, and any other OCs belong to me.

Now...

Enjoy the fic!

Chapter 1. TAKING ON THE STRAYS

The water was dirty. It filled her mouth. She barely had time to draw a breath. She was yanked back underwater. The pain was excruciating. She opened her eyes. The water was turning red. With her blood.

In front of her, a reptilian eye blinked.

She screamed…

…

Matilda jerked upwards. A scream died on her lips. Sweat dripped down her clammy skin. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She swiped at her forehead. Her hands shook violently.

Taking deep breaths, Mati tried to calm herself. 'It's just a dream,' she repeated under her breath over and over. Her eyes clenched shut and her teeth creaked. Her nails bit into her palms, coming close to drawing blood. 'It's just a dream.'

He can't hurt you anymore.

Twisting to the right, she peaked through her eye lashes. The alarm clock beside her bed cheerfully flashed its green numbers at her. 2:07am. Ugh. She had only fallen asleep an hour ago. Mati rubbed at her face again. There would be no sleep for her tonight.

With a soft growl, Mati threw back the covers and climbed from the bed. A warm drink was what she needed, with a hint of caffeine. She made her way through the warehouse/apartment towards the kitchen area.

Being confronted by the four wall-to-wall fridges, it took Mati a moment to remember which one held the normal food. From there, she moved through the process of making a strong mocha on autopilot. She settled at the end of the counter. Warmth radiated from the ceramic cup. Mati leaned in, inhaling the bitter sweet aroma. She lifted the cup—

Bring! Bring!

Her hands froze as her head turned. Her eyes narrowed. Even from across the room, she could clearly see the name displayed on the innocent looking device.

'Oh course,' she muttered.

Getting to her feet, being careful to set her cup down, Mati trudged to the end of the counter. Grabbing the phone, she gave it one final glare before hitting answer.

'The world better be ending, Jeremy; otherwise—'

'MATI!INEEDYOURHELPCANYOUGETDOWN…'

It was the desperation, and the fact that she almost didn't understand him, the gave Mati pause. 'Jere, slow down. Take a breath. What's wrong?'

'Can you bring your truck down here?'

'Where are you?'

'At work. I'll explain when you get here.'

'But—'

The phone went dead.

Mati stared it before moving back to her room. She paused outside one of the other bedrooms, listening for any sounds. The twins were fast asleep. She breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goddess for deep sleepers.

She dressed as quickly as possible. If Jeremy needed her at his work, she knew it meant one of two things: 1) something serious had happened, or 2) he needed to get rid of the body. She was praying that it wasn't option two. She grabbed the keys, and headed out.

'Something up?'

Mati paused and looked at who had spoken. Zack was leaning out of his room, watching her. Zack was the oldest of the teens staying at the moment. He was also one of the most responsible. Mati had overlooked the fact he had beaten his own father to death; she was well aware of the reasons behind it.

'Yeah, Jeremy called,' Mati explained, jingling the keys. 'Can you hold down the fort while I go see what's up?'

Zack nodded.

'Thanks mate. I'll be back as soon as I can.'

She started heading down the stairs when Zack called out one more question. 'What do I tell the twins if they ask?'

'Tell them I'm helping out uncle Jeremy,' she called. Then muttered under her breath, 'Or murdering him in a back alley.'

…

Mati made good time getting across town. There was barely any traffic at this time of morning. That, and she hadn't really paid attention to the speed limits. The box truck came around the corner at high speed, only to come to screeching halt at the back of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Killing the engine, Mati looked up at the building. She had been here only once in her life. After moving into town two years ago, she had only ever come here for the triplet's birthday. While she had found it rather quaint, she couldn't say that she would be coming back willingly. The pizza had kind of sucked, but it had been the smiles on the girl's faces that had her enduring the four hours she had to spend in the building.

Now, where was that no good, useless cousin of hers…

A light flashed from the rear loading bay of the building, catching her attention. Squinting through the gloom of pre-dawn light, she tried to make out the figure that was signalling her. Unable to, she waited for the signal their family had been using for years.

Blink.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Blink. Blink.

That was him. Restarting the engine, Mati edged the van over to the loading dock. Pulling back up to it. She jumped out of the cab and climbed up onto the loading bay. She took in the sight of him.

Jeremy was the same as when she had last seen him. Lanky, the young nineteen-year-old seemed thinner than when she had last seen him. His clothes hug on him; he clearly hadn't been eating well. Long blonde hair was held back with a leather thong. Pale blue eyes watched her from behind darkened circles. He was shaking from the chilled air, despite the oversized parker he was wearing.

Approaching him, Mati would have normally pulled him into a tight hug. Not tonight though. He tried for a smile, but he merely produced a grimace. 'Thanks for coming, Mati,' he said. 'I wouldn't have called if it wasn't serious.'

Mati nodded. 'What is it that you need of me to do, Jere?' she asked, getting straight to the point.

Jeremy motioned for her to follow him, turning and heading into the building. Mati hesitated, eyeing the darkness which had swallowed her cousin. Taking a steadying breath, she straightened her shoulders, gritted her jaw, and followed him into the darkness of the building.

He hadn't gone too far. Jeremy stood beside several dark shapes, their forms indistinguishable in the darkness of the hall. He was looking back at her, the naked pleading in his eyes was plane for her to see.

'This was why I called you,' he said, indicating the dark shapes again.

Mati took another look at the shapes, stepping forward. As she came closer, her eyes adjusted to the gloom. The shapes took on a more distinguished shape. There were five animatronic figures; a bear, a chicken, a rabbit, a puppet, and a mangled-looking wolf…maybe a fox…wait…

The toy animatronics.

Turning her head, Mati's mouth dropped open. She gave him a look, her head dipping towards the immobile figures. Even with them shut down, the dark eyes were rather creepy. Her attention returned to her cousin.

'You're not suggesting…'

Jeremy took a step towards her. 'Please, Mati. These guys…they're going to be scrapped. All because some arsehole tapered with their programming. Balloon Boy has already been hauled off, and Mangle is going to be next. They're too…please…'

Mati held up her hands, halting his explanation. 'Jere, I've got the kids to consider—'

'These one's are more than capable of looking after your kids.'

'Jere…'

Jeremy had moved closer, taking hold of her shoulders. 'Mati, I've just got my engineering degree. I can look over the programming for these guys, keep them on the straight and narrow.' He squeezed her shoulders, looking her in the eye. 'Nothing's going to happen.'

Mati looked at him, and sighed. Damn Fitzgerald men and their puppy eyes…

Lifting her hand, she pointed her finger right in his face. If the situation hadn't been so serious, it would have been hilarious the way he went cross-eyed. The digit shook, coming just shy of tapping him on the nose.

'Anything—and I do mean anything—happens while those bots are under my roof, I'll skin you alive and make you watch as I turn it into leather.'

Jeremy's head bobbled as he nodded repeatedly.

Another sigh escaped her. Mati stepped back, extracting herself from his grip, and turned to look at the five bots again. What the hell was she agreeing to here?

'Help me get them into the van.'

Well...

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I will be trying to update regularly, but can't make any promises.

Flamers will be ignored, and the fire will be used to roast marshmallows.