A discontinued book. My idea was forgotten and Hardly anyone liked the book.

(This an AU. Therefore not canon don't attack me for things being different then what you expected.)
(Also yes its canon that Dave's real name is william)

No one P.O.V

Two people sat in a hospital room, a child sitting on a table who looked at his parents with a confused expression. The parents were disturbed and shocked, the doctor had informed them that the change in the childs skin color was permanent.

This child was no ordinary child...he was now an aubergine. As purple as a fresh and young plum. Maybe even described as an eggplant.

Why this change had happened? No one knew exactly but it's safe to say his parents reaction was anything but good.

Oh I'm getting ahead of myself, you dont even know the childs name yet. The child who sat their on the table was william Afton, son of Ms and Mr afton.

The parents of course got over their shock after a while, telling their son to follow them and get in the car after the Doctor had dismissed them.

Heeding his parent's instructions obediently he followed behind, marveling at his new skin, fascinated and amazed.

This was amazing to be young child and he was excited to live his life as a young little plum. Hee had so many plans of what could happen after this day, dreams, Hopes, wishes for the future.

However the young child did not expect everything to come crashing down on them, their happy mindset shattered as they were thrown from the warm car.

He landed on his back, his back stinging with pain. He looked up at his parent's car with hurt and betrayal in his eyes. "Your a freak now...we could never love a freak..." they hissed to him, his mother slamming the car door before driving off. 

The poor aubergine began to cry as he watched his parents drive off without a thought. He was hurt...beyond that. He was Heartbroken! He thought his parents had loved him and would have loved him even after this strange change.

Knowing he was wrong deep down inside hurt him like nothing else could. 

What he would do from now? He didn't know, but he would find someway to survive out here. He was in New York city for christ's sake!

And with that the newly aubergine child began to explore, looking from place to place for a home.

No one P.O.V

A place full of souls of the dead, those who were murdered and those who did the killing. It was a place of grief and eternal sadness for most...for the souls it was a place for them to rest their weary minds when they needed a break from the mortal realm.

A place for the hurt, the broken to find sanctuary. But for one...it was nothing but a life of loneliness. He was a nice guy....did he really deserve all this?

Being alone in a dimly lit party room with nothing to do. Didnt his life here mean anything to anyone? He guessed after a while it didn't.

This guy had no way of measuring time, because time never seemed to pass. He knew where he was wasnt the real life world. Or as he calls it, "reality" he was on the flipside....a world for the dead.

A world for souls more like. He himself went dead to say. He was the reminder of any good will that a certain kiddie strangler had left.

He was the part that let go. Forgave the souls for killing him. The part that craved to be the nicest he could. He knew what the other half of him had done. And he regretted every action that horrible man made and still continues to make.

He hasn't checked on his other half recently. Well how can he say recently when he can't keep track of when times passes. Sure their were clocks, but they never ticked. Their point hands never moved to tell the new time.

There was a calendar he had found under a table by the trash a while ago. But the sun never came up and their wasnt a moon either. Who knew what month or year it was for him to check on the calendar.

Why did he only sit on the ground and mull over these thoughts on an endless loop? Would they end? He didn't think so. Closing his eyes which hid glowing pupils he went back through the memories he had.

He remembered the color orange and that messed with his mind a little. Why did he remember the color orange specifically? It was just a color. What was so special about it?

Oh...that's right...an old buddy the real him used to know...now he remembers...old sport...how could he forget about his sportsy!

Him and sportsy were good friends...how could he just forget....but maybe he hadn't been the only one who had forgot. So had his special orange baby.

Or so he thought anyway. It took him quite the while to remember that his special orange didn't know he was even in here. His sportsy didn't know this place existed quite yet...maybe one day he would find it...

And maybe...he would come back to visit him....this aubergine could only hope and dream that would happen.

Hope was all that kept him going these...days? He didnt know anymore.

Maybe sleeping would help him stop his brain from over thinking things. Oh wait he can't sleep. Curse you reality dave for hardly ever sleeping!

Ah the bastard.....well what was he going to do now. Just sit here and think...like always

No one P.O.V

Where are we? Ah yes a house. Who's house you might ask? Why you'll just have to see.

The house itself was pretty empty of people...there was only one alone who lived here. It was the owner of the house....our special tangerine.

He was sleeping in, not having a care in the world of anybody or anything else. Unlike our aubergine he slept a lot and quite frequently back when he had a job.

He had lost his job when phone head had fired him, causing the kiddie strangler to lose his mind at the guy, having a nightmare balloon boy bite off the kids frontal lobe as a revenge.

Who knew what had been going through the killer's mind then. But what was for sure was that he sure as hell had a grudge against that poor old phone head. These were old memories that our tangerine had buried in the past, having forgotten about them practically. Or had he? Who knows he would need to be awake for us to find out.

The sound of an alarm clock cuts through the air, disturbing the sleep of said tangerine. The orange man awoke, not being the slighest bit happy about doing it. His hair was a mess, and he had bags under his eyes, that sagged and pulled at his face.

Rubbing his face with his arms he looked around, reminding himself that he was in his room. Things were all in place, nothing was different. So why was he looking around like he expected something to happen?

Oh that's right. The memory of a certain aubergine reminded him why he always looked around when he awoke. Let's take a trip back to old memory lane why don't we?

He had awoken from a peaceful sleep one day to see his best pal in evil crime's face Appearing from under his bed. The aubergine had popped up out of no where and it had made him alarmed as well as wonder where the aubergine had come from. How had he gotten into his house most importantly?

The tangerine remembers being very alarmed by this thought, remembering he had become paranoid later about it.

Before he could say anything about it, the words had cut short in his throat, noticing how pale his usually bright colored friend was. He asked about why the troublesome aubergine had just been staring at him for the past 7 minutes.

The aubergines explanation for this was that he hadn't been sleeping in a while. The tangerine was used to the purple kiddie stranglers oddness so instead of questioning why he didn't sleep he asked in a slightly alarmed tone, asking the killer how he had gotten in his house.

This was embarrassing for him he had explained to the purple killer. "Dont be shy..old sport! This is far from the first time I've seen your bedroom!" The aubergine said calmly, yet eerily at the same time. This disturbed the tangerine even more then before but he tried to stay cool about it.

The tangerine remembers telling dave that was an odd thing to say to someone and asked why he had been inside his room so many times. He waited patiently but he got no answer.

The kiddie strangler had drifted off again and this caused the orange man, better known as old sport to shake his kiddie strangling pal. His hands had been very firm on his pals shoulder's, most likely having helped his friend snap out of it.

The purple, taller one had snapped out of his sleep deprived trance, looking at his orange buddy. He would of blushed from his old sport being so close to him, but he was to tired to do so.

"Let's start from the beginning!" He had said happily to his favorite guy in the world. The orange man had let his odd ball of a friend go, sitting back on his bed.

"I'm here to come pick you up!" This statement had confused old sport but he had talked to his friend still.

The purple killer had told his buddy about his plan to prank phone call phoney. That was always fun to him and he wanted to mess with the guy before he had taken his buddy with him back to work.

He was well aware his orange baby had been fired and he fully intended to make their boss pay when they arrived to work. Mayhem and murder would happen inside the crappy pizzeria, something that often went hand in hand.

After hanging up old sport has told his pal to go shower, perhaps it would help him return to his natural shade of purple. His friend took his advice, telling him he had no need to tell him where the showr was. He informed old sport that he had used his shower many times before.

This might have disturbed the tangerine had he not already figured out that his friend was a true oddball, and at times very protective or obsessed with him. Both terms accurately described the kiddie strangler.

Said kiddie strangler had made a witty comment about being a fresh plum in a market and old sport has just shook his head. He wasn't one for puns or jokes unless he was trying to purposely piss someone off. Ah yes. Fun times.

Snapping out of his haze, the tangerine known as old sport shook his head, clearing his mind of the memory. He didn't need to sit here all day and think about the past. Memories were memories and they should stay thag way.

With that note he walked off to shower and change for the day. Maybe he could get a job. Who knows.

3rd P.O.V

The tangerine man known as old sport thought to himself while changing into his lazy clothes. He didnt have a job quiet yet so why wear a suit that would give him a big hit of nostalgia? He didn't need that right now.

He was a changed man, no longer murdered kids, he no longer hung out with his old best friend. After all he hadn't Seen him 30 years. The man had disappeared and old sport was tired of the constant murder and guilt that hit his chest to Care about that witty eggplant anymore.

With those thoughts in mind, a vow to never kill again in his head he finished changing, satisfied with himself. He sat on his bed again, turning on the TV.

For a while he flipped through thousands of channels carelessly, not interested in any of these things. However a headline on one of the channels caught his dark soulless eyes, causing him to click back to the channel.

What he saw hit him with not just a bit but a wave of nostalgia, his eyes widening greatly. A new chance to open a freddy Fazbear joint.

This time...he could have the chance to run it..be the BOSS of things for once. He wouldn't have to answer to anyone, follow any orders, he could do what he damn well pleased.

That was the greatest idea ever to him at the moment. He wouldn't have to worry about crummy pay this time. After accessing and analyzing the situation he picked up his phone, calling the number on the screen. Soon they picked up, a voice coming through the old phone.

He tried to add happiness or joy to his voice as he spoke to them. It was a difficult task to do, seeing as he was soulless but he managed in the end.

After a very short conversation, he was supposed to head to his new pizzeria and check the place out. He would have a single day to set stuff up and get things ready but that didn't matter to him. That's all the time he would need.

He stood up, practically leaping from the bed and rushed to his closet. He would need to wear something more formal then his current outfit. He had an old tuxedo he had never worn in the back of his closet and he went with that. It would have to work, but surely it couldn't be a problem. It was a fancy suit after all.

Oh wait there was one problem. There wasnt a single spot of orange on his suit, causing his somewhat happy expression to drop. He dropped the suit on the bed and searched around for a orange item to complete the dark grey suit.

Perfect. A dark orange tie. It wasn't the best but it was just what he needed. He dresses before rushing off to go to his new location.

His life was about to change again but hopefully this time for the better.

I forgot how old sport came to own the building so I made something up here- sorry-) (the fact there is a recording is canon though-)

Old sport P.O.V

I approached the building, seeing a box in front of the building. I tilted my head in confusion, yet I approached the box, crouching by it to examine it.

The box was old and torn at some parts but it was quite heavy, and seemed to have a manual in it? I dont know why that would be there but it is.

(Switching to no one P.O.V)

The orange man grabbed a tape recorder and a mini box full of tapes out of the older and broken box. Confused he stood up and put a tape inside of the tape recorder.

A very familiar voice began to play, and old sport shook his head, laughing dryly at who had recorded this. Of course that damn aubergine would have something to do with this new location.

The recording just happened to be instructions about how to carefully start your own pizzeria. The tangerine known as Jack Kennedy, was very confused as to why this recording had been recorded in the late 1980s.

Like for the sake of holy springlocks it had been so many years since then! Old sport shook away his thoughts about how ridiculous this was and decided to continue to listen to the tape.

Some parts of it were random comments made by the aubergine, and occasionally something dark and threatening which sent a small shiver down old sport's back.

The tape ended with a final instruction, letting Jack know that there were other tapes that would need to be played later.

Keeping this in mind Jack followed the First step. Call afton robotics and get yourself a phone guy to be the manger of the place.

"Hello hello?" Jack heard through the phone, tapping his foot a little. "Yes I would like to order a phone guy.." Jack proceeded to have a conversation with the person, hanging up once he had successfully gotten a phone guy.

Now all he had to do was wait.