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Izuku- Chris this time- sat, rubbing his eyes. His brother, Michael, had been bullying him again.
He couldn’t help it. His mother’s genes had passed on to him, and he cried easily. His curls had brushed onto his eyes and he wiped them away, blinking rapidly.
Michael was always better than Kacchan though. Kacchan would blind him sometimes, and he wouldn't be able to see, or he’d make little explosions on his skin. It hurt because of Kacchan.
He knew, somehow, that no one had Quirks here anymore, and that he wasn’t in his time. His green hair had seemed out of place, but thankfully it appeared black to most so he played that card when asked about it.
He sniffled as he remembered the situation that had brought him here. His Momma had been driving him to the Quirk doctor, but a villain had trapped them and put Momma to sleep.
Then he was here, sitting on his butt in a playground. No one spoke Japanese, and he was scared. He tried asking for help, for a hero, but no one did anything.
But then the Aftons found him. They brought him to the police, and Elizabeth had gotten attached to him. And Mr. Afton had been unable to say no to her and adopted him, not that Mrs. Afton minded.
Mr. Afton had whispered to him quietly and Izuku was so excited because he understood him! He could tell someone what happened!
Mr. Afton told Mrs. Afton about what happened, and she made him some food. It wasn’t Momma’s katsudon, but...
She was really nice. She always made him cookies when he was sad, and read him books when he couldn’t sleep. Once he was left in their care, at least.
At least, before The Nightmares started. They didn’t let him sleep, and he was young enough then to still be taking naps during the day. But now…
Now he was too old for that. Michael would scare him if he tried, the Foxy mask looking too much like Nightmare Foxy.
He liked Spring Bonnie and Fredbear better. Fredbear would be nice afterwards, and Spring Bonnie wasn’t a Nightmare.
Chris didn’t understand why Mr. Afton needed to make more. Fredbear’s Dinner was much more fun, without all the bright colors around and checkered patterns. All the kids running around…
He didn’t like it at all. He wanted them to go away, because they were all icky, fingers greasy with pizza oil.
When Mr. Afton invited him to Fredbear’s for his birthday, he accepted. He could tell Spring Bonnie all about what Fredbear did to him at night! Maybe he’d even stop him...
But…
But...
Michael had other plans. He lifted Chris up, despite what Elizabeth said. Her protests were ignored as he sobbed, unable to form cohere and sentences and instead just begging him to put him down with broken English. He and his friend lifted him up, bringing him closer to Fredbear. The jaw was wide open, and they counted down.
The jaw was as big as Nightmare Fredbear’s and the teeth looked so sharp.
Chris closed his eyes, hoping for it to be over. It got louder, like if he was in an echo room.
Then…
It was dark, red, and painful. His head hurt bad, and he wanted his Momma and Mrs. Afton.
He heard a scream, a vague sound like Mr. Afton and then silence. He hated it.
He was tired, so tired, but someone was telling him to stay awake.
He shut his eyes (not that it changed anything. He already couldn’t see anything other than red. They’d forgive him if he just rested his eyes a little, right?
Yeah. He was tired, and needed a nap.
Chris smiled, blood pouring out of his head as there was a giant gash in it, and he slept.
Chris rubbed his eyes, frowning. His head hurt. His plushies, the nightmares, sat in front of him.
“You’re broken.” Fredbear stated. He continued speaking, and Chris was just scared. He wasn’t really paying attention, wondering how his plushies had gotten here. That was cut short though, and he screamed as the plushies disappeared. Izuku cried, and cried, because he was alone and his head hurt real, real bad.
No one came to comfort him. Momma wasn’t there, neither was Mrs. Afton
He hated it, and was left to cry to himself in the dark.
A figure approached him, their form heavily shadowed so that he could only make out small details and a rough silhouette of a jumper and some jeans. They extended their large hand, and Chris took it.
His eyes widened as he felt an unfamiliar weight settle on his back, and there seemed to be more lighting on the figure's face, allowing Chris to make out a sharp nose and a soft smile.
Chris blacked out afterwards, but he remembered a familiar, but at the same time completely unknown, voice.
“Good luck, little dude. Make it count for both of us.”
Chris awoke in a dark, cold room. He lifted his arm to rub his eye, but… It wasn’t his arm.
It was purple, furry, and cold.
His whole body was cold. He hated it. He began to sob uncontrollably.
Izuku stayed there for years, all alone. Sometimes he’d see the Toys play, and there were times that the Originals came by. He felt bad for them, especially after finding out they were possessed as well.
“So, what were your names when you guys were alive?” He asked.
“Jeremy…” Bonnie responded, red eyes glowing in the dark room.
“Fritz Almeyer, matey!” Foxy said, surprisingly cheerful despite the circumstances that led them to meet.
“Susie!” Chica said, examine her cupcake, Carl.
“My name was Gabriel. Gabriel Cruz.”
“Chris. Mine was Chris Afton,” Izuku stared before pausing. “But… I guess I also had a life before that? My name was Midoriya Izuku- Izuku Midoriya in the American way- then.”
“Wait, what do you mean another life? And Afton, like William Afton?!” Fre- Gabriel exclaimed.
“I mean… I was four, I think, going to the Quirk doctor when I got caught in a villain attack. I woke up here, and Mr. Afton found me. Mrs. Afton-San and him have taken care of me since.”
“Wait, so correct me if I’m wrong, but this means Afton had a family?” Jeremy said.
“Yeah. He had a daughter, Elizabeth, and a son, Michael,” Chris smiled, thinking of Lizzie.
“S-So…. We…” Susie’s voice quivered. Freddy and Foxy nodded while Jeremy did the best resemblance of a frown he could do with the top half of his face missing.
“So, did he kill ye as well, arrrr?” Fritz said, glancing at Chris He widened his metal eyes, shocked at what he was implying.
“W-What?! No! I- No! Mr. Afton didn’t kill me!” He protested, arms waving wildly to prove his point.
“So then, how are you… y’know, dead?” Chica shrugged.
“Oh… Well, my Onii-Chan was playing a prank on me and decided to put me on Fredbear’s mouth. His spring locks were loose though, and my head was crushed. I lost my frontal lobe, and I found out I was in a coma for a couple days later. I died then.”
“All the Aftons arrr killers…” Foxy muttered. He grit his teeth. “What is an ‘onii-chan’?”
“A brother, and I mean, not all of them are…”
If Susie was in an anime, she would have sweatdropped. However, she wasn’t. She frantically waved her arms, wires flying about. “Oh! Other than you, right? You haven’t killed any nightguards yet!” Her broken voice box echoed throughout the room, scratchy and rough.
“No, I haven’t. I don’t think I could… If you kill them, you’re just as bad as him.” Izuku sighed.
“Awww, you’re a great person, Sha- Wait. What do you want us to call you?” Jeremy asked.
He ponders that for a moment. Izuku was alone, his Momma had left him, and Kacchan was a bully. Chris was a kid who had a tragic past and couldn’t stand up for himself.
He thougg, for a moment, of the tale of Heracles and Theseus.
Maybe… Maybe Izuku could have a new start, though?
“Izuku. Izuku is fine.”