Warning: This story contains Blood and Gore, Violence, Dark Themes including (but not limited to) Suicide and Murder, Drugs and Alcohol, Reference to PTSD, and Coarse Language.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, which belongs to Scott Cawthon. The characters of Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, Chica the Chicken, Foxy the Pirate Fox, Ballora, Mike Schmidt and William Afton, as well as Fazbear Entertainment and Freddy Fazbear's Pizza all belong to him. Any reference to real persons or events is purely coincidental.

Note for fans of my other works: I'm aware I haven't uploaded lately, as I've had a lack of inspiration with my other stories. I'm hoping to not waste any time moping around, and at least work on something in my free time, so here's this story!

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Chapter 1

The Clock

It was raining that day. In fact, it was pouring, as if God now cried his tears, and they splattered all over the city. Rachel was unconcerned, however. She was wearing a yellow rain jacket, and was jumping around in the puddles as her long brown pony tail hung behind her, dripping water. Nothing could take her attention away from the fun she was having; she knew she shouldn't go too far from home, but now she hardly cared.

Rachel ran, giggling, past houses and shops, ignoring the aggravated honks of the poor drivers swerving to avoid her whenever she accidentally walked on the road. It was the first time the city had received rain like this, and Rachel had realised while doing this that she had never really experienced 'fun'. It wasn't really much; after all, she was only 8 years old. But she somehow found the feeling so fascinating, she just kept happily skipping through the rain, oblivious to the world around her; that was, until she heard the music.

Rachel skidded to a halt, a chill going down her spine as she heard the sound of a music box coming from one of the buildings. She turned and swallowed, as she noticed the old construction site. The house had been being built for a whole 3 years, and was almost finished. However, work had been abandoned when one of the builders had fallen off the roof, and broken his neck.

The building had been that way for 2 whole years now, and Rachel peeked through one of the windows, shivering as she did so. There was the music box; a small grey cube, the lid raised at an angle and a ballerina wearing a purple tutu and dark blue clothing spinning around, expressionless, on her perch as high pitched notes emitted from the centre of the box. She should have turned away at that moment, and just continued up the road or returned home. But for some reason, this tune was just…entrancing.

Rachel recognised it now; it was an old tune, one which her mother often hummed when she bored, she realised. My Grandfather Clock. Rachel didn't know the lyrics, but she hummed along as the notes sounded. That was when her curiosity got the better of her. After looking around and making sure no one was watching her, Rachel quickly spun the door knob and walked in, shutting it behind her. The old wooden floorboards creaked as she stepped on it, and the water from her clothes was beginning to seep into the floorboards. Quickly she reached forward, grabbing the music box and quietly exiting the building, before walking down the path as if nothing had happened.

Rachel looked again at the music box as she trudged back home, listening to its melody. She didn't notice how her steps were beginning to lose their rhythm, or that her eyelids were beginning to droop. Rachel yawned as she clutched the box to her chest, as if listening to its song was the most important thing in the world. She began to hunch forward, and before she knew it, she had fallen over, fast asleep on the pavement.

And somehow, none of the people in their fancy cars even batted an eye at the site. No one saw the purple car pulling over, or the man in the purple uniform stepping outside. So when the man grabbed Rachel and the music box and drove away with the girl strapped into the back seat, there was no trace of her ever being there. She was missing.

xXx

Rachel's eyes opened slowly, still feeling dazed. She couldn't remember what had happened, or where she was. As she tried to move her hands, she realised with a jolt of realisation she was tied up. Beginning to panic, she tried to scream, only for an insignificant, muffled sound to escape from her mouth. A strip of tape had been placed over her mouth, to keep her quiet.

Looking around she noticed 4 other children in the room with her, all in the same predicament. Rachel looked around for something to help them escape, and suddenly her attention was drawn to something beside her. A small grey box, a windup key sticking out from the side, and the toy ballerina now motionless. It was the music box, but no sounds chimed from the core of the construct.

Suddenly, all of the rest of the room was pointless, just like before. Now it was just her and the music box again. Rachel tried to reach the box, and touched one of the sides as she frantically attempted to grab it. The box toppled over with a loud clatter, the key facing up. Rachel grabbed the key, and cranked it around several times.

At once, the soothing melody of My Grandfather Clock filled the room once again, and any panic which had been present suddenly evaporated. Rachel looked back at her bonds with new eyes, as the chimes tinkled and the ballerina twirled. She began to pull at the knot, only now realising how loose they were. As the ropes on her wrists fell away, she pulled the tape off her mouth and grabbed the music box. The other children gave her pleading looks, wide-eyed as Rachel strode over to the door and opened it a crack. She looked back at them, now feeling a little guilty. But the music box had started to mess with her mind, and to her, it was the most important thing in the world.

"I'll bring help." And then she left, clutching the box to her chest as she raced through a dark hallway, over cracked black and white tiles and passing scores of children's drawings hung on the walls. Rachel didn't look back, as the music box continued to play. Although it had lulled her to sleep earlier in almost seconds, now it almost seemed to be keeping her awake.

The path she was taking was random; left and right and left and right. There was no pattern to the winding path, and as she ran Rachel came to a second path. It was either keep going the way she had been going, or turn left. Uncertainty took hold as the music box began to chime louder and louder. Up ahead of her, Rachel could see that the lights were broken, leaving that path completely in the dark. To the left there were still lights, even if they were flickering every few seconds.

As she began to turn, up ahead of her a purple foot stepped out of the shadows. Rachel froze as she heard the thing shuffling forward into the light. It was a man, dressed in purple rags caked with grime and dirt, and shining black shoes. He was hunched forward, and a purple sack cloth was pulled over his head, with jagged eye holes cut into the cloth. A rusty short knife was clutched in his right hand, only a few small specks glistening in the dim light.

Every muscle in Rachel's body was trembling, every instinct telling her to run as the music box's volume continued to spiral upwards in a gradual crescendo. Panic overriding every other sense, she turned and ran down the hallway, and the purple man broke into a sprint behind her. The music box was chiming out of tune, its melody now shifting to something else, something more sinister.

As the purple man began to gain on her, Rachel began to recognise the melody. Pop Goes the Weasel. The thumping footsteps behind her began to grow louder, and in front of her she could see the light of day, though through the glass doors, she could see it was still raining. She raced past the tables and chairs, topped with paper plates and striped party hats. The purple man made a grab at her, knocking over several of the party hats and scattering them over the floor. Rachel slammed her shoulder into the door, and fell onto the pavement, right into a muddy puddle of water.

When she turned back, she didn't see the purple man. The party hats were still there, scattered on the floor, and large dirty footprints were visible on the tiles. But there was no trace of him. Rachel looked up at a neon sign hovering over the front of the building. It said 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza', with cartoonish drawings of a light brown bear wearing a top hat with a red ribbon tied around the brim, a blue bunny holding a bright red electric guitar, and a chicken wearing a bib reading 'LET'S PARTY!', pink panties and a body of…questionable appeal for a children's restaurant. A pink cupcake sat atop a platter held out in her hand, its mouth just a small black circle.

Right now though, she didn't care. She'd promised to send help for the other children, and she intended to do just that. Rachel looked around, and spotting a man walking on the path, she ran up to him.

"Can I use your phone?" She asked, and the man looked at her in bewilderment. "I need to call the police."

It took a while for the police to arrive; 34 minutes, to be exact. Rachel had never been a patient person, and so when they finally arrived, she was angry as hell. The only thing that kept her from screaming her head off was the music box's tune. It had reverted to My Grandfather Clock, and the volume had gone down too.

The policeman (He said his name was Officer Dunn) seemed nice, even if he didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation. He drove her to the station after looking around inside the pizzeria. But he didn't find the children, he said. There was no trace anyone else, just the rope which had been binding her and the tape which had gagged her.

So Rachel was met at the station by her mum and dad, who were worried sick. Officer Dunn asked her a few questions about the other children in the room, but she couldn't remember what they looked like. It had been dark, and she could barely even see the outlines of their faces.

"Come on, let's go." That was her mother, Rachel realised as Officer Dunn nodded to them, wishing them a good day before leaving. She took her mother's hand, and they walked out the door to the car.

It was a silent drive home. Her dad's eyes were glued to the road in front of him, and her mother stared out into space. She had been at the station for a long time; it was really late, or at least by an 8 year old's standards. Usually she went to bed at around 8, and woke up 12 hours later. But here she was, in the back seat of the car, the music box keeping her awake.

Then the clock struck 12. Her mother didn't see, nor did her father. Rachel hadn't noticed until it was only a metre away. Before she could shout a warning, the purple car smashed into the side of theirs. There was a scream as glass shattered, and the car was pushed to the edge of the bridge. The last thing Rachel saw was the face of the driver. A purple sack cloth covered his face, the eye holes just voids of pure darkness. The face of the Purple Man. Then her eyes closed, as their car hurtled violently off the bridge, crashing into the water below.

xXx

10 Years Later

Rachel rolled her eyes as she heard something breaking. The kids in this place were crazy, she could see. She'd only just walked in, but things already felt pretty hectic. There was a small crowd gathered around a wooden stage left of the entrance, and Rachel watched with great interest as three animatronic animals performed on the stage. They looked like the ones on the sign of the other location, but something had changed. There was no red ribbon wrapped around the bear's top hat, and his fur had definitely become darker. The rabbit was now a dark purple, and his eyes had been changed from green to pink.

Rachel sighed in relief when she saw the chicken. The other one she could have likened to either a stripper or an oversexualised clothes model, but she was glad to see that this new version of the chicken had removed such features, as well as changing the bib to say 'LET'S EAT!'. The cupcake had been changed as well, two massive buck teeth now sticking out from its 'mouth'.

"HEY THERE, KIDS!" The bear said cheerily, letting out a laugh. "I'M FREDDY FAZBEAR, AND WELCOME TO-" The rabbit and the chicken joined in on the next line, and the children clapped and cheered.

"FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA!" Rachel rolled her eyes at the cheesy line, hanging back as the crowd of little faces continued to jump up and down.

"I'M BONNIE THE BUNNY!" The rabbit said, striking a chord on his guitar.

"AND I'M CHICA THE CHICKEN!" The chicken said, holding up the cupcake.

"WE HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY!" There was a short pause, before Freddy spoke again.

"WELL, LOOK WHO'S PEEKING IN!" He laughed and pointed at something behind the crowd. Everyone, including Rachel, turned in confusion to see what Freddy was pointing at. There was a smaller stage, with star patterned purple curtains drawn to hide whatever was behind. There was a wooden sign reading '-SORRY!-OUT OF ORDER'.

"What the…?" Rachel managed to let out before Chica giggled cheekily.

"COME ON FOXY, DON'T BE SHY!" She said, and Freddy and Bonnie nodded along rapidly.

"THAT'S RIGHT! AFTER ALL KIDS…" Rachel raised an eyebrow, suddenly wondering if she'd overdone it with the weed last night. Maybe she shouldn't have smoked that last joint…

"IT'S TIME TO ROCK!" Bonnie yelled enthusiastically.

"IT'S TIME TO EAT!" Chica yelled after him.

"IT'S TIME TO PARTY!" Freddy bellowed, and all three of them looked expectantly, once again at the little stage with the purple curtains. "INDEED IT IS!" Freddy laughed after a short, awkward pause, as if responding to this 'Foxy' character on the smaller stage.

Rachel sighed and walked over to the door labelled 'Manager's Office'. It was time to do what she had come here for. She didn't notice all three animatronics' eyes following her as she made her way towards the door, nor did the audience.

"1, 2, 3, LET'S STRIKE UP THE BAND!" A cheesy song began to float around the pizzeria as Rachel knocked on the door. After a few seconds, it swung open, and a man's face poked out. He couldn't have been more than 30, and looked at her with a little gleam in his eye.

"You're the one who called?" He asked, and she nodded. "Well, nice to meet you, miss Adams. I'm Mike Schmidt, but just call me Mike." Rachel smiled and shook his hand. "Please, come in." He moved to the side, and Rachel stepped inside. There was really nothing in the office; just two chairs, a desk and a computer. She sat down as Mike did the same behind his desk.

"So you're here for the night guard position." Rachel nodded.

"Yeah, saw the ad in paper. Pretty much the only job open." He snorted at that, and typed something into his computer. "Alright Rachel, do you have a previous criminal record?"

"Nope."

"Ever worked at another Fazbear Entertainment location?"

"Nope."

"Go to college?"

"Don't have the money." Mike frowned at that, but shrugged. "Well, you've got the job." Rachel went wide eyed, staring at him like he'd just given her a million dollars on the spot. "Seriously? Just like that?" He nodded, and she let out a small shriek. "You start tonight, at 12 am. Make sure you get there at least 5 minutes early, though."

Rachel tilted her head at the odd detail, thoughtful.

"Why is that?" She asked, and Mike leaned back in his chair.

"Just get there early." A new tone overtook his voice, and a chill went down her spine. "Alright."

She stood up to leave, and Mike suddenly panicked.

"Oh, wait! Before I forget-" He tossed her a key and smiled. "Make sure you don't lose that." Rachel grinned and nodded, clutching onto the key.

"Alright, see you later Mr S-uh, Mike." He waved her off nonchalantly as she opened the door, a few notes of the Fazbear Band's song floating inside before it shut again. As soon as it did, Mike took out his phone, and frantically dialled a number. It took a few seconds for the receiver to pick up, but he was patient.

"Yeah, I know. Listen-" He looked at the door, smiling. "You won't believe this, but I've finally found her."