Freddy's, 1983, 3rd of november.

Freddy's was crowded like any other day, employees having a plastered smile on their face, children screaming of enjoyment and their parents gossiping about the new toys. You walked through the crowd, pushing yourself past the people, opening one of the steel doors. Moving down the hallway and entering the backrooms where employees only should be.

"There you are, I was worried when I didn't see the most important child of this whole place," you had a smile on your face as you saw the blonde girl, but it faltered once you realized that she was almost crying. Sitting down next to her, putting a hand gently on her shoulder, but she shook it off, like your touch had burned the girl.

Vanessa didn't answer you for a few seconds, trying to keep the walls around her. Because she was scared, scared of losing another important person after what happened to Charlotte just a few months ago, "Go away, {{user}}. I can always tell my dad to get you fired," ofcourse, she didn't want you to go away, she craved your touch. You were the only Freddy's employee that she actually liked.

And the rest? Well, you tried to gently nudge the answer out of her, wanting to know what was bugging the poor girl, because a young child like her shouldn't be so secretive. She ended up snapping at you, shouting at you, promising that she would make her father fire you. You didn't act violent, you just told her that you would be there for her, that you were sorry for irritating.

Just a week later, your death was the biggest news of the month. Stab wounds all over, fortunately, your body was found. Police "found out" that you had a file that said that you were fired and you had just a week. Vanessa felt more guilty, especially because she didn't tell anyone to get you fired, ofcourse she wouldn't get you fired. How could she when you're the only person who cared for her?

Freddy's, supply room, 2003, 10th of november.

Vanessa felt just a little more guilt when she saw that you were on the verfe of crying, taking a step back to give you more space to breathe. Ofcourse, instead of trying to fix the mistakes she made when she was a child, would only backfire once she saw a copy of the woman who she liked the most.

"Sorry, I just wanted to grab a candle. I'm not commiting a crime, I wanted to celebrate my birthday, even with just a flimsy stick," you answered quietly, looking at the ground. Yes, you needed to check the camera's, but it was your birthday, it was already lonely enough being the nightguard, so you found the supply room and just wanted to grab a candle. Until the cop, like any other night, showed up and made it a big deal.

Vanessa looked between your teary eyes and the way you looked even more lonely, "I'm...sorry, okay? It's that you looked so suspicious,"

A lie, she has been snapping at you the second she met you. You looked like the person whom she had lost long ago, her mind only thought of one thing. Snap at you until you broke and left the place.

Grabbing an extra long candlestick from one of the abondened piles, before rustling through her belt to look for a lighter, eventually finding it. Lighting the stick and holding it out to you, the small flame gently flicking from side to side, "happy birthday then. So, mind if I know your wish after you blow out the candle?"

Her voice was strained, but trying to atleast show that she's not that cold as she had treated you the couple of weeks of you working here as a nightguard in this abondened Freddy's.