Aftg x FNAF fic idea.
BACKGROUND
February, 1997- drake spear is (dishonorably) discharged from the marines.
the spear family decides to purchase a local pizza place (the upper middle class family thought it would be a good environment to raise foster kids also it’s a place where Richard can put his robotic prowess to use)
they have had two (foster kids) so far and for some reason none of them stick.
June, 1997- drake moves out of his parents house.
July, 1997- the business takes off under the spears management.
Children love the robots.
October, 1997- a child goes missing at the restaurant.
The police questioned the owners but determined none had anything to do with it.
They were wrong.
March, 1998- 12 year old Andrew Doe was placed in the care of the spears.
Two months later he meets drake (he was busy with the investigation and didn’t want to risk getting caught)
Andrew got quiet after that. (more so than usual)
The next two years are basically the same as canon for Andrew except the existence of Freddy Fazbears.
June, 2000- four children go missing at the pizzeria.
Drake tries to make Andrew watch the last one.
Andrew fights back(for the first time)
He couldn’t care less about himself but he draws the line at watching drake hurt other kids.
June, 2000- the Andrew Doe became the fifth victim of the 2000 missing children’s incident.
None of the children’s bodies are found.
Backtrack to two years earlier.
The business is loosing patronage because of the first murder.
Nathan Wesninskie, mob boss and serial killer, Nathan sees the goings down and decides to invest in the company to keep it going.
{Idk his reasoning but bare with me here}
Back in July, 2000- Nathan sends Lola and the newly caught Alex Nathaniel to clean up drakes mess.
Dead kids is not something Nathan wants to publicly be associated with.
Nathaniel tries to run.
Andrew gains a friend.
They are two enraged and vengeful souls stuck in the same vessel.(golden Freddy)
The actual story
Aarons pov. October 2000
He’s alone.
His mom is distant and neglectful.
But she’s never hurt him.(in canon she doesn’t start hurting him till after he contacts Andrew)
She’s high a lot.
She had a date with some guy and she lets him come with her. It’s at an exy game.
He likes exy.
This stranger keeps calling him Andrew and asking where he’s been.
He’s a police officer .
He has had a twin.
He steals his mom’s pills to ease the ache of what could have been.
He hates his mom for giving Andrew away. He hates the spears for letting Andrew out of their sight, he hates Officer Huggins for telling him about Andrew, most of all he hates himself for not being able to do anything to help Andrew.
His mom takes one too many pills when he’s 16, he doesn’t cry at her funeral.
He’s lucky Nicky cares.
They greave the “what if” together.
He’s 20, with a scholarship at palmetto university. He plays exy with Nicky.
He likes exy
He wonders if Andrew would have liked exy.
He’s been sober for years.
He and Matt really helped each other with their sobriety.
Kate also helps.
Every year on the date of his brothers disappearance he goes to the memorial. (There are no grave for a missing nobody, a Doe)
The spears knew but they didn’t want to think about it.
If they pretend Andrew never existed, then it never really happened, right.
Someone else is at the memorial.
Hes never really believed the spears were entirely innocent
the lady tells him about Freddy fazbears
She looks like a broken woman
(She lost her son)
Something doesn’t feel right
Over summer break he gets a job as a nighttime security guard.
His family comes with him for moral support (the foxes)
He is going to find out what happened to his brother.
And Andrew is going to fucking kill anyone who tries to hurt him or any of the other children.
(In his eyes anyone who is there at night is a threat)
Nothing good had ever happened when someone comes near him at night.
Then stuff happens and Aaron eventually finds out what happened to Andrew and he kills drake. In the end Andrew, Neil and the other kids are set free.
The sub plot would involve Andrew and Neil slowly growing to trust each other and the other dead kids forming a bond that starts to heal their mental wounds. Kinda their both still angry and vengeful ghosts who’s only purpose (in their minds) is to protect the other kids)
Andrew died fighting for them and that followed him into death and Neil ran when he saw Andrew’s corpse and although he ran for himself after death he feels unexplainably protective over Andrew.
NOT A ROMANTIC STORY FOR NEIL AND ANDREW. THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS PLATONIC BECAUSE THEY ARE FOURTEEN AND THIRTEEN AND DEAD. (They don’t need romance they need some who will stand unwavering at their side)
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So like last summer an au thing was talked about in a discord server I was in (for a different fandom) and it sparked this idea that had me rambling a story plot.
the au: “I read some of a cool 100 au where a person gets their heart broken and somehow gets turned into a statue and can only become human again when their soulmate holds their hand. Idk if this is a common trope or nah but I thought it was swag”
me: can you imagine all the statues with worn hands and then the ones with no wear on them 0.0 bonus points if they're aware while they're statues if their soulmate is close, but still unable to interact with anyone
my friend: go to bed satan
me: no 🥰 have this idea now
and then I proceeded to write the following:
andrew was always told he was heartless, because who go through all that he had, and not be a statue.
little did they know, he had been. once. when he was young. it didn’t last long, but it was long enough.
he didn’t get why people were so obsessed with having been a statue at any point, it felt horrible. no one talked about the people who, though they were rare, when they were statues were aware of everything, no matter how far or close their soulmate was.
andrew had spent a few months as a statue, watching everyone walk around him, the young one. he wasn’t sure what moment signified his heartbreak: learning yet another home didn’t want him anymore now that he had served his,,, use; or hearing that he had a sibling out there somewhere, who was happy and loved, who was chosen over him.
his calcification had been slower onset, so he’d managed not to be trapped in the house. he’d gone to the park, to the middle of the trees there, intent to climb one, but he had frozen stiff before he could do more than reach an arm up.
he didn’t like to think about the memories engrained in him from his time as a statue, mostly long periods of no one, just animals, and then times with- no.
but one night he heard footsteps running through the forest, someone pausing next to his tree, feeling for something and breathing quietly, but heavily. it was a new moon, and the trees cloaked any other possible light that could be seen. fingers brushed against his own, but he stayed stiff.
“where is it? wait, no, wrong section of the park”
and off they ran again.
another random person, andrew thought, ready to delve into the closet thing to sleep he could get. and so, he did, he fell asleep, and woke up the next morning, brushing away the squirrel cuddled on his chest. brushing away. oh. that was interesting. he sat up and looked around at what had been his “home” for the last few months. he stood, turning back towards the tree, noting some bark that had been torn away from the tree. barely hanging on.
he snagged it off completely, looking at it in his palm, before turning and walking out of the forest, the way he had come all those months ago.
a woman noticed him blinking at the sun as he emerged from the trees. “oh my gosh, babe! look! that little one found his soulmate!”
andrew glared in her direction. “no”
she looked taken aback. “what? surely you must have!”
“I didn’t find my soulmate.”
“,,, maybe he wasn’t stone honey. we should go, and leave him alone”
and andrew walked away before they could. he walked and walked and walked, until he came across pig higgins, who reluctantly takes him back to the station to be arrested, because andrew had run away one too many times. it wouldn’t have counted as running away if he had told that he had turned to stone, but every time he was asked, he just said that he hadn’t found his soulmate.
andrew goes through his whole arc to get to palmetto, and instead of the whole riko fiasco, drake ends up getting convicted a lot sooner in higgins investigation, and goes to trial andrews freshman year. so he goes back to california for that summer, and the foxes come along for a part of it because idk they want to? but before they come along, andrew decides to drive around the coast when he has free time. he comes across one specific beach that just,, pulls at him. he drives past it several times before he finally notices something once. he pulls over and gets out.
there, just out of view of the road, only able to be seen if you get out of your vehicle like he has, is the charred remains of a car. he walks up to it, just,,, looking. he brought his bag with him, so he sits down facing the beach, leaning against the wheel well, and reads. when the sun sets, he returns to the apartment higgins is fronting for his stay.
and so it becomes a habit while he’s there. one day, just before the foxes arrive (not that andrew knows that), andrew looks up at the sunset, having finished his book faster than he thought, and having no extras. there sits a figure on the shore. once again he feels that pull, and walks towards the figure, still at the ready to pull the knives in his armbands.
he gets close enough to recognize that the hunched over figure is actually stone.
he looks it over, not touching, until the sun has truly set, and all that is left is the stars in the sky. he lights a cigarette for himself, smokes it, and leaves.
the next time he comes back, he walks past the car and to the statue. he looks at it in the daylight, and sees the violent torment of emotions on the still face. he doesn’t know why he does it, but that day he sits next to the kneeling figure, and begins to read aloud.
this becomes his new routine
until the foxes come.
they claim to be there for nicky, so andrew makes sure nicky knows they’re his problem. and he continues to go to his beach on his bad days.
then the foxes want to go to the beach.
“andrew’s always at the beach, just ask him” aaron says. andrew is unamused, but internally cussing his twin out, asking why he can’t have this one thing.
“fine” he says when they pester. he takes them nearby his beach, but not all the way there. when they run off into the water he walks off, towards where he knows his favorite spot is. no one follows him.
it becomes the new routine for the summer.
at some point, andrew had started starting every day with a life update before he started reading.
so when the day comes near the end of summer when the trial ends, and drake is sentenced, with far less than andrew would have liked, andrew storms off to his beach.
he begins to rant, pacing back and forth in front of the statue, pulling out two cigarettes, lighting one, and absentmindedly putting the other in the hand of the statue, managing not to touch him still. it’s not until he finishes his last one and is finally ready to leave that he remembers the cigarette in the statues hand. more careless in his worn out state, and distracted by his buzzing phone. andrew grabs cigarette out of the statues hand, glaring into the sunset.
“What Nicky?” he goes to step away, grip still on the cigarette, until it pulls out of his grip, held tight by something else. Slowly, he turns back around, seeing the once hunched over figure straighten out somewhat, eyes whipping between andrew and the cigarette clenched tightly in his hand
“andrew!! finally! where are you? we went to your beach but-“
andrew hung up, staring in disbelief at the sight before him.
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