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Uh— Hello? Hello, hello? So, um, welcome to the story, I guess?

*Cough, cough*

Yeah, Welcome to the start of your thrilling adventure alongside our main protagonist!

This story follows the character named William Simons who was killed by his best friend and gets reincarnated as William Brooks, a man who died due to a heart attack and had an awful personality. (According to his neighbors.)

With him being reincarnated as Brooks, he has to fix everything the previous soul had done, and survive his new job at the Mega Pizzaplex. But as more time passes, it becomes increasingly obvious that the storyline of the game is about to begin.

With a deadline set in his mind, he works his hardest to save as many kids as possible, and somehow find a way to make sure that Afton will NEVER come back...

And yes, this is a reincarnation story. I love the reincarnation concept thing, so I wanted to create one of my own!

Plus, I don't really find many of those anymore. A few that do use that concept are often rushed for some reason... And it's ALWAYS a romance book! Like I get it— Some of you guys are simps and want to * quack * one of the animatronics, or all of them, really depends on your preferences.

But it's like a 'bruh' moment for me there my dudes. (T-T) 

What about us? The people who want platonic relationships?  Who wants to have that sibling relationship vibe or that parental vibe?

The stories that do mostly have platonic relationships are usually child OCs or child inserts. Which I'm very thankful for btw!

Now don't get me wrong, I do like reading romance. It's just that some fanfics get weird sometimes...

I guess that's another reason why I'm making this...

BUT ANYWAYS!

The story takes place 5-6 months before Security Breach occurs. The first chapters will focus on William getting used to his new life and adjusting to his thrilling new job. As well as introducing new and old characters. Also character interactions!

After that, we'll go on to the more "exciting" parts. And then we head into the game's storyline. Hehehe! This is gonna be so fun!

Hopefully, I'll be able to finish this. I have an unfortunate history of abandoning my stories due to losing motivation...

But hey! I've been a fan of FNAF since 2015, and I've made various comics of it in the past when I was younger. So if I could do those and stay motivated then, I can do this now too!

FNAF is the very first fandom I've ever joined and is the main reason why I'm into these kinds of things. So yeah. I'm gonna try my hardest to continue this story for as long as I can.

But I'll need some help from time to time...

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Bruuuhh... I want to tell you more about this, but I don't want to spoil anything.

So yeah! That's it!

I hope you'll enjoy the story!

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OH! I almost forgot!

How silly of me...

Hahaha!

I can't believe I almost forgot the most important note of all.

Don't forget that there's—

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✦ ~ July 16, 2030 ~ ✦

☆✩ Unknown Location ✩☆

{ 7:23 AM }

"Ugh... My head hurts." A man with brown hair groaned in pain as he tried to sit up.

Yeah, keyword on the try right there.

His body pulsed in agony when he attempted to push himself into a sitting position. It felt as if he hadn't moved in decades. Like his bones weren't used to moving. So he decided that lying down was probably the better option for now. 

"What the hell!?!" He bit his tongue as he waited for the pain to pass. But oh geez... This didn't feel like the back pains he had in the past because of his constant slouching.

The perfect comparison was when a machine hadn't been oiled in years!

So no. It doesn't feel like those back pain...

Bruuuhh… Does he have a more painful version of arthritis now? 

But why? He's only 26! He exercises every day and eats healthy food. He shouldn't be having these problems yet! Heck, he doesn't slouch that often anymore.

So it just didn't make sense!...

.... Maybe he fell asleep in the wrong position or something? That sounds likely.

Before he could wander any further, another wave of pain hit him. He winced as he tried to shake it off. But then his head started to hurt, so he brought his hand onto his forehead to massage it.

And yes, massaging does sometimes work in easing a headache.

"It feels like I got hit by a truck or something." He complained to himself.

If you're curious about who this is, his name is William. William Simons.

He's a nice guy with a horrible habit of swearing. He worked as a story writer for his cousin who's an animator on Youtube. He's also a freelance voice actor. Though he only became a VA because of his cousin's insistence.

Despite having a busy schedule, he somehow miraculously managed to play video games whenever he had free time. The most recent game was FNAF: Security Breach.

He loved the characters but hated the game.

Don't misunderstand him though, he loved the overall thing, but most of it felt rushed. Plus there were too many bugs, but he would be lying to himself if he said it wasn't funny.

He remembered leaving the FNAF fandom after Help Wanted came out.

He tried to get back into it but inevitably lost interest together.

So it was a surprise for him to suddenly have a craving for more Security Breach content. He had questions in his mind that he wanted to be answered, but most haven't even begun making those kinds of content for the new game.

So he patiently waited... and he was glad he did.

The amount of fan content he saw was not disappointing...

But he was deeply disgusted with some of them. Take this for example: WHO THE FUCK SHIPS A TEN-YEAR-OLD CHILD WITH AN ANIMATRONIC WHO PRACTICALLY ACTS LIKE A FATHER FIGURE????

'Ugh... The internet is honestly terrifying sometimes...' The man shivered as he thought about all the traumatic stuff he’s seen.

But enough of that! He had a killer headache that needed medicine right now.

"Nate! Do we have some aspirin?!? Or any painkillers??? I feel like I just got punched by Optimus Prime himself." He moaned in pain while calling out to his roommate, who, in his opinion, was an asshole with a giant ego.

And he wasn't even joking.

The dude had done the weirdest and meanest crap he had ever seen. Like who the hell throws a cat into the middle of the pond and leaves them there to die!?! Sure, William was able to save the poor thing before it drowned, but that didn’t mean it was okay.

 Sometimes he wondered why he was even friends with that guy.

But even if he was a total dick, he had his good times. Like that one time when he shared his half-eaten sandwich with him. And yeah, it tasted like shit, but it was a nice gesture.

He tried not to think that the reason why it tasted like shit was that it had literal shit in it. But it was hard not to. Especially when Nate had that look in his eyes. A look that told him that he had done something.

No one answered.

"Nate?" He called again.

Nothing.

"If you're ignoring me for that prank Ollie pulled on you, I swear I had nothing to do with it!" 

Still nothing.

"Dude, I beg you. My head is killing me right now." He opened his eyes, only for him to pause as he noticed something odd.

For some reason, his ceiling was missing. Gone to who knows where. Maybe it went to another school? Now isn’t that a funny thought?

"Bruh..." He deadpanned, his eyes showing clear amusement. "My ceiling's missing."

...

wait. Wait. WAIT—

His ceiling's missing...

H I S  C E I L I N G  I S  M I S S I N G

He immediately jumped up from his position on the… cold cement floor. How the fuck did he NOT notice that? Despite his body's protest at the sudden action, he still managed to stand up. Sure he wobbled for a bit, but he eventually managed to balance himself.

He didn't understand why it felt like he hasn't walked in years, but he decided not to bother thinking about it and shoved the question into the back of his mind.

He needed to focus on more important things right now. So he took a deep breath and started frantically looking around his surroundings.

By doing so, he realized that:

1. He didn't have a ceiling because he wasn't in his apartment 

2. He wasn't in his apartment because he was in a freaking alleyway

and finally, 3. He has no fucking clue how he got here.

"What the hell am I doing here?" He questioned himself. His surprise was clear in his voice.

His eyes darted around, noticing tiny details all around him. 'All I see are trash, trash, TRASH—'

*CRASH*

"THE FUCK!?!" He turned to look at where he heard the sound come from. His eyes were wide with fear. “Who’s there!?!”

The silence was all that answered him.

Most people would normally leave and think that they were just hearing things, but he wasn’t taking anything to chance. It felt as if there was something there. Like someone was watching him. But he just couldn’t see them.

’What if it’s a ghost? Wouldn’t that be cool?’ He shook his head in amusement at the wandering thought.

He needed to find a way to stop himself from turning these situations into jokes. But honestly? He can’t help it. It’s his coping mechanism after all.

He sighed and slightly pinched himself to stay focused. He then squinted at the area where the crash came from it was dark. A perfect hiding place and he could’ve sworn he saw something move—

*CRASH*

‘YUP! Something moved.’

"Shit—" He jumped a couple of inches back, trying to get some space between him and the... the thing over there. 'What the hell was that!?! A rat? No, it looked too big to be a rat.'

He slowly walked backward until he saw what looked to be a broken pipe lying near one of the trash bags nearby. 'Pipe=Weapon. I need a weapon.' He grabbed the metal object and went into what he assumed was a defensive position. 'I have no idea what's going on, but fuck it!'

"COME OUT! I'M NOT SCARED OF YOU ASSHOLE!" He glared.

The sound of female giggling echoed through the alley, but there was something unnatural about it. Something eerie. Something wrong. 

V E R Y,  V E R Y  W R O N G

He tensed but stayed in his position. He could've sworn that that sound sounded familiar somehow, but where had he heard it before exactly?

He shook his head. It didn't matter. He could try to think about it later, but he needed to focus on what was happening in front of him. He needed to be aware.

His grip on the pipe tightened as he gathered up his confidence. He was never really a brave person, was he?

"I SAID COME OUT!"

He could hear the sound of someone shuffling. It was soft. Familiar. Like those mascot suits that Jack makes. But then there was nothing.

It was just silence...

He bit the bottom of his lip nervously, before opening his mouth and asking. "... Are you still there?"

When no one answered, and nothing else happened, he started moving towards the noise. 

He knew it probably wasn't a smart choice, but he wanted to know who that was...

"I swear— if it's just a rat, I'm gonna fucking laugh my ass off." He mumbled to himself. The probability that it was a rat wasn't likely though. It giggled for Pete's sake!

As he got closer, static suddenly appeared in his vision, causing him to drop the pipe in surprise. Colors were swirling everywhere. Everything looked too bright—

"You'll be perfect..." A voice echoed.

"W-what?" William stuttered in confusion. "Who the crap—?!?"

He heard the sound of a girl giggling once again, before a shadow sprinted past him, bumping into him in the process, and causing him to fall onto his back.

 "WHAT THE FUCK!?!" He shrieked in pain. It felt like his spine became a whole lot straighter from how hard he landed on it.

... It was going to bruise later...

He groaned as he sat himself up. "Shiittt... My vision looks like a fucking TV screen... What is this? Slenderman?" He ended up chuckling at his sarcasm.

"Bruuhh... Do I just wait for this to pass?" Willy tilted his head a bit as he thought. "Yeah... It's probably better than attempting to walk and going to the doctor like this. They'd probably say I have cancer or some shit if I did anyways..."

So he simply sat there and quietly hummed to himself. Trying his best to keep himself from freaking out... at least until his vision got better.

Minutes passed, and his sight returned to normal.

'Okay, William. Your vision's back. That rando just left. So you can now panic and break down.' He told himself. 'Yeah. Don't mind that you're in an alleyway right now. Yeah. Smart choice.'

He took a deep breath, and let his thoughts wander. Giving his brain a moment to process everything.

...

This is probably one of the worst ideas he ever had.

'What the hell was that!?! WHO was that? Did I almost die? ' His breathing quickened as his mind tried to process what just happened. 'Shit, shit. I did almost die, didn't I? AND WHERE THE FUCK AM I? Did I get abducted? Was that person my kidnapper? Why? What did I do? Wait. What did they do? Did they... Is that why I feel stiff? No, no, no—'

He felt his heart quicken as fear settled into him. Shadows were starting to appear in the corner of his vision. 

"Okay! Okay. Calm down, William. Just breathe in for a second. Do the breathing exercise doc taught ya." He shouted at himself.

He clenched his hands, his nails digging into his palms. Not enough that it would bleed, but just enough that it would hurt. 'If you can feel pain, then you're still alive.'

Breathe in. 1, 2, 3

Breathe out. 1, 2, 3

Breath in. 1, 2, 3

Breathe out. 1, 2, 3

He repeated this several more times until he was sure he wasn't about to faint.

"Alright. Has your head calmed down yet?" William asked himself. "It probably has... Yeah... Just don't mind that you're talking to yourself like a crazy person and try to remember what happened. Should be pretty easy, right?"

It... It was hard...

Like something was blocking it... No... It was like it was just at the tip of his fingers...

"Crap." He groaned as he massaged his head. "The migraine's back."

He gritted his teeth as the pain seemed to worsen. "Fuck, dude... This feels like I got hit by a—"

'—TrAIn? '

He gasped as his head suddenly felt like it was going to burst.

'It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! WHY DOES IT HURT—!?!' He squeezed his eyes shut. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!?!"

He felt himself slip away as he was pulled into memory. Static taking over his head and somehow easing his pain.

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"Really dude?"

"Yup!" A brunette 26-year-old man smiled at the blonde in front of him. "I wish I could stay with you, Nate. But Mom's birthday is coming up and I wanna be there for it."

"What about the bills?"

"I'm sure you can handle it, bud. Plus I already paid half of it. All that's left is yours." The brunette, William, frowned. "You need to get a job soon... I don't care if it's a shitty one or if the pay's fucking horrible, but I can't always be the one paying it. We SHARE the apartment for God's sake."

The blonde, Nate, stayed quiet.

William sighed. "I'm sorry, I wish I could stay, but family's important. C'mon. Let's head to the train station, yeah?"

"...Okay."

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He gasped as he was pushed out, stumbling slightly over his steps.

He held his head in his hand, trying to gather his bearings before making sense of the memory.

"I was with Nate, wasn't I? We were at the train station. And then...." He narrowed his eyes as he tried to remember more of what happened that day.

His head throbbed in agony as the memory of what occurred pulled him from the darkness. William took comfort in the static before fully throwing himself into the memory.

He needed to know why how he was here.

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"Why do you even need to go?" Nate asked, annoyance clear in his tone. "It's not like she's going anywhere..."

"I've told you before, dude. I don't want to miss her birthday today. Plus everyone's going too. I'd feel like crap if I didn't."

"But why? There's no point! She's DYING for Pete's sake! Why bother throwing a party for a soon-to-be-dead woman!?!"

William sighed in exasperation at his friend's behavior. He was starting to get irritated, but he was trying his best to stay calm. "Well... Since it might be her last birthday, we want to make it her happiest yet."

"..." His friend stayed silent once again.

The brunette sighed once more, he knew Nate had separation anxiety but he didn't think it was this bad.

He felt a little guilty for leaving, but he has to!

He'd bring the blond if he could, but his relatives weren't exactly very fond of him... Especially not after he pushed his older brother's girlfriend into the pool during the family barbeque. Plus, the brunette would only be gone for 2 weeks! It won't be that long...

William stayed silent as he stared ahead. For a moment, he could hear the rumbling of the train in the distance.

"... What if you joined her?"

As the atmosphere became heavier, it was only then that he realized that they were the only ones there.

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William fell onto his knees as he was violently pushed out. His legs felt like jelly, but he didn’t mind it. He was too caught up with what he saw.
"Why did he say that?" His eyes widened as a realization came to him. "He wouldn't—"

Before he could finish, another wave of pain hit him as he was once again pulled back into the memory.

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"W-what?" The brunette stared at his friend in confusion. "Nate, what the fuck are you talking about?"

Nate's gray eyes met William's blue ones... But his eyes looked wrong. They looked too dead to be his. "Why don't you join her?"

"Dude, you're not making any shitting sense right now." He was getting worried. "Maybe you should go back to the apartment—"

*Choo-Choo* The loud sound of the train interrupted Willy from finishing his sentence. 

'The train's getting closer.' He thought. 'I can already see it in the distance... I need to make this quick.'

He took a deep breath. He was certain that Nate was just worried. A bit of reassurance should do! But they've already talked about this before, didn't they? Why are they having this conversation again? Why does he need to reassure him again? "—I'll be back before you know it, okay? We can talk over discord if you're that worried."

He smiled reassuringly at his best friend before turning his back to stare at where the transport would enter.

It was weird that Nate was quiet.

He was never like this before, was he? He couldn't recall...

But he was sure that it was nothing... right?

Just as the train was about to arrive, he couldn't help but feel that something bad was about to happen... It honestly happened too fast. He simply blinked, and then—

*CRUSH*

The train finally arrived…

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William screamed in agony as the memory ended.

He could feel it. He could feel it. HE COULD FEEL IT.

He could feel his bones snapping, bending, and getting crushed. He could feel his brain get squished out of his skull. He could feel his insides being pressed into the ground. He could feel the front of the train tearing into his skin —

He barfed as he felt the sensation of getting run over.

‘Whoever said it was quick and painless was fucking lying…’ He angrily thought as he continued to vomit.

It took about 6 minutes for William to stop vomiting, 5 minutes to calm down, and 10 minutes to get over his trauma to talk about what happened… kinda…

"… I got pushed onto the tracks just as the train came..." He brokenly whispered. Tears fell from his face as he stared at his hands in horror. "I died."

His best friend killed him... He KILLED him.

He betrayed him!

Why the fuck would he do that? They were friends for God's sake!

'But if I died, why am I still breathing?'

It wasn't possible! He should be dead! He died, didn't he? He couldn't have possibly survived being run over by a train.

The only reasonable options are either he's a zombie, a ghost, or he’s been reincarnated... 

He looked at his hands. He didn't seem to be decaying, and his skin looks healthy, so being a zombie was off the table.

"Aw, man... That would've been cool..." He jokingly pouted. Tear tracks were still clear on his face.

At least he stopped crying, right?

In truth though, he was glad he wasn't a zombie. He was never really fond of those concepts... Or the looks...

Hah! For someone who loved playing horror games, zombies scared him.

And on another note, he didn't look transparent, and he has no blood stains or bones sticking out of him. Which was a relief! He probably would've barfed if he saw bones sticking out of him. 

Plus, it was also obvious that he can feel pain. A lot of pain in fact, and that was thanks to his headache and his aching body.

"I'm not a ghost then!" He smiled. "Too bad tho... I would've haunted Nate for killing me if I was one."

Since those two options were off the list, there was only really one left.

And that was—

"Holy shit! Reincarnation is real!?!" He stared at the sky in disbelief. "This is just nuts..."

This was also too crazy for him to properly process.

Reincarnation. Was. Real ???? Excuse me?!?

Is this what happens after you die? You get reincarnated!?

'Bruuuhhhhhh.' He screamed in his mind. 'What is this bullshit!?!'

Heck. If he was a robot, he would’ve shut down from overload!

'Wait a minute…' He paused 'What was that other thing about reincarnation again?'

 He scratched his head as he tried to recall.

"Reincarnation means the rebirth of a soul in a new body, right?" He mused. " So..."

So, He died and his soul was brought here... And that was honestly it.

His body was dead, and it’s probably just mushed now...

…But how did he even get a body? Shouldn’t he be in a baby crib right now? As a BABY? Not in some alleyway as an adult … This wasn't his body, was it?

"Oh god. I just stole someone's body..." He said in horror. "I just STOLE someone's fucking body! Shiitttt... I feel so bad now.” He brought his hands onto his face as he screamed bloody murder.

After what probably felt like an hour of screaming, he finally decided to get up and do something useful. 

With him being here and having zero to no absolute clue on whose body he's currently inhabiting. It'd be best if he looked around to get a better feel of his surroundings. Maybe there'd be something here that would feel familiar, or give him a clue on where or what country he's in.

As he continued looking around the alley, he noticed a poster that was stuck on the wall near where the rando was earlier.

His eyes widened as the familiar faces of the animatronics from his favorite fandom stared at him through the poster.

Emotions of terror, shock, and amazement ran through him as he continued to gape.

^{Come and visit Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex! Where the fun never ends!}

^{Open on Mondays-Saturdays}

^{from: 8 am-7 pm}

^{Come and join the FUN!}

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." 

... Just what did he do wrong to be reincarnated in one of the most famous horror games of all time!?!

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{ 7:53 AM }

William continued to gape in shock.  'Why? Just why did I have to be reincarnated into FNAF of all things? It's one shit to accept dying and being reincarnated, but it's another crap to find out that you're actually in a video game! And one that's about murdering children for fuck sake—! '

The man continued to swear an endless river within his mind.

As seconds ticked by, he felt ready to punch something… Or maybe someone?… Actually, he was ready to beat the ass of whatever Godly being decided sending him here was a good idea!

Now, he knew that most people would probably be pretty excited about this whole situation thanks to the various fan works that made it obvious, but him? Hell nah. You'd seriously have to be some crazy simp or an absolute lunatic to be happy with ANY of this.

Why? Well, for one: "Five Nights at Freddy's" is a whole bucket of confusion. The entirety of what it’s known for is agony and murder! Why would anyone want to be sent to a hellhole like this??? The fanfics that people make tend to often sugarcoat half of the horrors of the franchise, but if you take the time to look into it, you'd realize just how horrifying the lore truly is.

Sure, this would probably be a lot better if he was an animatronic, but no! He's a living human being right now.
He's not a walking corpse, he's not some metal robot, and he's not some fucking see-through ghost either.

He's ALIVE.

And nothing good happens to any living protagonist in FNAF. All of them are either traumatized, possessed, or dead! And if we count the book series, maybe being turned into weird, freaky pink goo, or getting tricked by a creepy ass robot because they wanted to be beautiful or because they were acting like a pussy— is counted on the list too.

"God why? I’d prefer being reincarnated into Harry Potter and fighting Voldemort than this..." The brunet sighed, contemplating and reevaluating his previous life’s decisions.
However, there was no use in doing so. He’s already dead, nothing’s gonna change that.

‘Y'know what William? Stop complaining. You need to focus on more important shit. You can start sulking about how unfair this shit is AFTER you get crap done.’

Which was true. He did need to focus on the more important matters rather than complain about a video game. He still had zero to no idea whose body this was, and no clue about his new identity. So yeah, he can wonder about the game later, right now though, it's searching time.

"The first obvious thing of course is to check my gender. Just because I don't see any "extra" stuff on my chest, it doesn't mean I'm not a girl. Flat-chested females exist after all." And so he began to check himself out.

After a few minutes, he happily confirmed that he was indeed in fact a male. Nothing could express just how relieved he was! He had no absolute clue what he was going to do if he was a—!

* Cough, Cough *

Oh, um...

Shit.

Okay, he didn’t mean to say that in a bad way! He was just expressing himself.

Like no offense to all the females out there!
There's nothing wrong with being a girl! He assures you!

... It's just that it feels like he was being disrespectful towards those of the fairer gender if he, a male, was suddenly placed in a female's body... And it seriously made him uncomfortable.

Wait, why was he explaining himself to himself? Eh? What is this logic? Ugh, never mind. He's a weird lad anyways.

Sure, he had sisters that would constantly nag him to buy them pads, carry their shopping bags for them, live with their constant gossiping, listen to their barrage of insults about his fashion sense, and watch them be total girl bosses.

He also had to endure shopping for their undergarments too… And it’s all because some hot boy was at the park or they chipped a nail…

And oh God... He can still remember the burning embarrassment he felt whenever someone questioned him about the panties in his shopping cart. Sometimes, some random Karen would start hammering on him about how the LGBTQ+ community was gonna send him to hell, but like “Bitch!?!, Did you even think that maybe this crap ass of a shopping cart was for my sisters or some non-existent girlfriend??? And EXCUSE me!?! I didn’t ask for your BS, ya vain fuck!”

So yeah… Things SUCK.

And also, I full-heartedly give my full support to everyone in the LGBTQ+ community.

Oh, let’s not get started on the talk about “The Birds and the Bees.” It fucking made things so awkward between anyone in the house after that…But good thing he was aro ace, right? It prevented him from having any sexual tensions with anyone. That problem goes to some other fucker out there. Ha!

Heck, he even had to buy whatever his mother craved during her pregnancy. All because his older siblings were at college and his father was too much of a bum to get it himself.

But despite all of that. Despite all of the hardships he had to go through with having sisters. He still wouldn't even know the first thing about BEING a girl. Maybe he could look stuff up on the internet but that would just make him feel awkward.

After that whole ordeal of confirming his apparent gender, he went into the next obvious step: Checking his pockets.

Why had he not done that before???

Or specifically, checking his pockets for a wallet. Why? Because wallets usually have some sort of card in them that should tell him who he... Uh... Who was the person he took this body from was.

And luckily, he did have a wallet! There was an ID, a driver's license, a couple of bills, and 500 dollars of cash inside.

Surname: Brooks

Given name: William

Middle Name: Emily

Date of birth: Feb 19, 2003

Address: ***************

Sex: M

HGT: 6'3

Eyes: Brown

Blood Type: A

"Oh, thank God." He honestly felt so lucky that this dude had the same first name as him. He didn’t know how he could've gotten used to having a different given name.

After all, he’s been a William for the entirety of his previous known life, it’d be hard to transition from that familiarity to a completely foreign one… Especially since it wasn’t a willing transition. So you can probably understand why he’s happy with still being William. However, there was one “little” problem with this Glitchrat, unfortunately, had the same first name as him! and he’d rather not be associated with the purple dude. As much as he feels sorry for the psycho, murdering kids were honestly messed up.
…

Now that he thinks about it. Why the FUCK do people simp for this guy? He didn’t understand it… Do people have that low of a standard to consider or even willingly marry him? Or did they only simp for him due to his looks?
Those people deserve better than that. Heck, his wife deserves better than HIM, but it’s not like he can do anything about it…

William pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He was gonna get a migraine if he exploded this topic any longer. The whole “X Reader” thing is quite a mess, but there are a few favorable ones. ‘Actually, why the hell should I judge? I simped for Tamamo Cat when I was a teen.’

He could probably just give himself a nickname like… uh… Liam? Nah, he has trauma with that name.

How about Billy? Nope! Peepaw used that one to murder kids as well.

Eh… Wil? Willy? Ooh! Willy sounds good. Like from that one movie called “Willy Wonka and the chocolate factory”! Yup, he’s keeping that.

At least that’s one step in the right direction, right? He tried his very hardest not to think about all those disturbing shits that used those nicknames in the most none kid-friendly manner he had ever seen. Bleh. Gross. Why the fuck did he even think about it?

With that temporary solution solved, next came the other problem: “Brooks”

As you can tell, he wasn't very happy about that last name. He dislikes it since his ORIGINAL parents’ were Brooks. They, fortunately, left him in an orphanage when he was around the age of… what? 3? 4? He can't remember, but you can get the point.
In his time of being in the system, he wasn't exactly the kindest of the bunch. He was sent from one home to the next. From one “loving” family to the next “sensational” one.

He DID eventually get adopted after several transfers… but his adoption wasn’t exactly for the right reasons.

It doesn’t help that his adopted family only started to care for him after he turned 13. And that was only because his youngest brother got tired of him being ignored and treated like some sort of maid.
Thanks to Jamie’s constant tantrums, his family eventually started to appreciate him more. And that appreciation eventually turned into love.

William will honestly be forever grateful for his younger brother’s determination. Perhaps there was a time when he wanted to be a Brooks, but now? He wanted nothing to do with that dreaded last name that connected him to the family that left him.

Perhaps he could pretend his middle name was his last name instead. That could somewhat solve his predicament, right?

Technically, yes but he’d, unfortunately, have to deawithto some major repercussions, because in the FNAF franchise, “Emily” is a whole ‘nother thing on its own.  It’s because it’s the last name of two important characters in the FNAF franchise. Technicalitit's 3-4 characters, but he wasn’t sure if the book series was canon here. And who may those be you may ask? Well, if you’re well aware of the game’s lore then you should be familiar with the names of “Henry and Charlotte Emily,” right?

If you’ve forgotten, let him kindly remind you.

Henry Emily was the partner and best friend of William Afton, better known as the man behind the slaughter, he’s also the co-founder of Fazbear Entertainment. He burned down the pizzeria in FNAF: Pizzeria Simulator, or what most of the fandom usually calls FNAF 6. It’s also revealed there that Charlotte “Charlie” Emily, Henry’s daughter, possesses an animatronic called the Marionette. Her death, of course, has long since been revealed in FNAF 2.

According to the books, there’s another character named Sammy Emily, but he’s not sure if he exists here. Maybe he could look for them if he has the time. But the point is! The surname “Emily” is VERY important…

But there could be a chance that William Emily wasn't related to those them.

'After all, not everyone with the same last name is related.' He thought. Despite the chances being very slim, a man could hope, couldn’t he?He checked his pockets again.

A loud "Aha!" echoed through the alley. He had found a phone, a postcard, a note, and a coupon.

He decided to check the phone first and found that he wasn't very familiar with the brand. He decided to ignore it for now and turned it on. He was honestly surprised that it didn't ask for a password, it was risky but he was glad. He didn't want to waste a lot of time guessing the password. 

The background was a photo of a little girl with hazel brown hair, freckles, and sky-blue eyes. Willy wondered if that girl was the previous soul's daughter. And if she was, he was going to be having a lot of trouble pretending to be Brooks.

His eyes then landed on the date. It was July 16, 2030. According to the ID, Brooks was born in 2003, meaning that he was currently 26.

'The same age I was before I died.' His grip on the phone tightened by a slight bit. He felt mournful when he thought about his age. He died too soon. If it wasn't for Nate murdering him, maybe he could've lived until he was at least in his 80s.

But there was no use lingering on the past, right? What was done was done. There was nothing in the world that could change it.

 He turned the phone off and placed it back in his pocket. He didn't want to look through it any longer. He wasn’t going to look through the pictures either. He didn’t think he was ready to snoop through someone's privacy yet, especially a dead one.

He examined the postcard and was met with the familiar picture of a Sydney Australia postcard. As nice as it looked, the writing made him feel... uncomfortable?

'See you never asshole! I hope you burn in hell.

We already filed a restraining order on you, so if you ever come near me or my daughter again, you'll be sent straight to a fucking jail cell.

I hate you to hell and back. I wish you didn't exist. I also hope with my whole existence that you die cold and alone in some random shitty alley where the rats can eat your corpse.

- From your ex-sister,

Fiona Brooks .

P.S. I hereby disown you as my brother, and remove all rights you have to see me or my family.'

... It looks like Brooks has some "beef" with his sister... loads of it...

Willy wondered what he did to be filed with a restraining order by his sister. Weren’t siblings meant to be close?
But to be fair, he wasn't that close with most of his older siblings either.

But just how bad could it be? What did he do? Why did he do it?

He let these thoughts wander for a small while before shaking his head and refocusing on the task at hand. He placed the postcard into his pocket and checked the note.

Chill with the boys

Go to Fazbear's and get hired as the new nightguard

Bullshit your way out of debt

Chill

...

What the fuck was this? W H A T  T H E  F U C K  W A S  T H I S ?

Willy's eye twitched as he stared at the note with eyes filled with a burning fire of irritation and anger.

'WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO BULLSHIT MY WAY OUT OF DEBT???' He glared. 'MOTHERFUCKER! WHY THE SHIT DO I EVEN HAVE DEBT???'

Who the hell was this dude? Now, don't get him wrong, he knows that his name’s William Brooks, but what kind of person is he? First: he was filed with a restraining order, second: he was disowned by his sister, and now: he has fucking debt to pay?

What was next? He's some sort of crappy serial killer? A pedophile? A sorry-ass dropout? Just what kind of lowlife was he trapped as? 

He was honestly starting to think death was a whole ass better than this. As thankful as he is, he didn't want any debt to fucking burden him. Plus, he hated owing people.

"Fucking fuck this." He grumbled as he threw the paper into a nearby dumpster. "If I'm going to end up making some fake identity, I swear I'm gonna start punching people."

The last thing he needed to check was the coupon. Maybe it could be used for—

His eyes caught the sight of a familiar picture of a certain anime-looking animatronic, he immediately crumpled it and shoved it into the dumpster.

It was a coupon that he never wanted to see ever again. Yeah, nope. He'd rather get run over by a train than see that shitty thing.

Willy wiped his hands on his pants like his life depended on it— 'Oh holy fuck, I touched it. I TOUCHED IT'— and glared at the dumpster. 'I'm starting to dislike this man.' 

The brunette has never been a fan of anything sexual or romantic. So seeing that really made him want to burn it.

'Why the hell do I even have a coupon like that? And I’m jobless? ' He frowned. 'This poor unfortunate soul was also trying to get hired by Fazbear's? What sorry fuck would want to get hired there? Doesn’t he know that nightguards always go missing? Surely he heard of it at least once? There’s no way that there isn’t even ONE horror story about Fazbear's!'

Children went missing during 1980-1990, plus a few security guards died while handling the night shift, and let's not forget the fire that happened in 2 different Fazbear locations. With all that information put into mind, surely there would've been rumors about it? This is good gossip material for haters and karens.

'But then again, he has debt to pay and doesn't even have a job. I guess I could understand why...' Willy could already feel the next headache coming in.

The sound of something falling onto the ground stopped him from thinking further. The anxiety he felt earlier was rising back up.

'Shit.' He gulped nervously. He needed to think things through without any interruption.

T h e  I D  i n  h i s  p o c k e t  w a s  s t a r t i n g  t o  f e e l  h e a v y.

’It wouldn’t hurt to go look at the address, would it?…’

He thought about his options. He could either stay here and possibly get robbed, or he could just go to this dude’s house and freak out.

The latter honestly sounded better, but the only problem was that he had no idea where it was. And don’t get him wrong! He wasn’t stupid. It’s just that he wasn’t familiar with this area… Even if it did look familiar.

This was so stupid

But even so, he didn't care! It gave him an excuse to look around. So, he went out of the alleyway and started walking down the streets in hopes of finding the supposed address.

This was going to take a while, wasn't it?

As he continued walking, he couldn't help but feel... underwhelmed.

The city looked as normal as any city he'd been to in his first(?) life. He had expected it to be a bit more high-tech... Or something similar to it. Sure, there were lots of new cars and plenty of stores, but there was nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing strange or new to him.

It's only been 8 years since my original time. What did I expect?

At least Covid didn't exist anymore

That's the only good thing that came out of this

Which game am I in? FNAF 6? Help wanted? Or Security Breach?

The date is too far for it to be the first 5 games. And didn't FNAF 6 happen in 2023? So it couldn't be those...

Either so, good old Afton is still going to be there with the classic "I always come back" line. Honestly, when is that old bastard gonna die?

Maybe if he walked a bit further, he'd run into—

"The fuck? Is that him?" 

"Yeah!"

William paused as he blinked in confusion at the malicious voice. He turned his head and saw 4 bystanders standing there, their gazes filled with wariness and disgust.

"Um..." He smiled awkwardly and tried to give a friendly wave, but they quickly turned away and continued to gossip— I mean, talk about him.

"He looks exactly like what I thought he would be."

"Such a shame. He looks so handsome too."

"It's always the pretty ones ya gotta watch out for."

'Why were they—?'

"HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING STARING AT MY GIRLFRIEND!?!"

He flinched at the harsh voice. "S-sorry!"

'Maybe this was a terrible idea…' He quickly walked away from them, trying his hardest to ignore the glares. 'What are they even talking about? '

The brunette continued to walk despite his curiosity. He passed by many who hid, who ran, and who gossiped about him.

After a while, he stopped near a park to have a quick look at the scenery. It was beautiful, and he enjoyed seeing the joyful faces of the children as they ran and played. He wondered if at some point in his life, would he have had the chance to have a kid of his own if he didn't die. William knew that he had zero to no interest in marrying or having sex with someone, but maybe he could've adopted or fostered a kid. Wasn't that a nice thought?

He closed his eyes and fantasized about a world where he didn't die. A world where he lived happily and carefree. Where he graduated, got an actual job, bought a nice grand mansion, and raised a kid. A happy world where his life wasn't as sad as the one that he was about to live in.

... But maybe it was still possible to live that life? To be happy? Yeah, maybe it was. All he needed to do was find this wacko's apartment and plan the rest there.

He smiled softly at the possibility of a peaceful life and even felt more determined to complete his objective. He got up from his seat and was about to continue his mission when suddenly—

"Psst... Did you hear?"

'Oh, fucking fuck me, not again.' He internally groaned in frustration. Looks like somebody recognized the original owner's body. Welp, there goes his chance of peace.

This time it was 2 females who were wearing high school uniforms. 'Were they just about to go to school? But isn't it a bit late for that? Or is my sense of time broken again...? '

"Hear what?"

"That guy over there" One of the females pointed in his direction. "He was taken to court a few days ago."

'Wait, what? ' His eyes widened in surprised as he made a soft "eh?" noise.

"Why?"

"I heard it was because he molested his niece."

*CRICKET NOISES*

'HE DID WHAT?!? ' William's expression morphed into disgust and horror as his legs froze in place. The postcard suddenly made sense. The bastard's poor sister brought him to court and filed a restraining order on him because he did that to her daughter. 'Oh god, why did you have to place me into the body of a filthy asshole like him? '

He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth. 'There's no fucking way that I'm willing to act like that trash.'

He hated those kinds of people— those that assault others for their pleasure or personal gain. He loathed them. Hell, if murder was legal, he would've done it in a heartbeat.

After learning that, he was going to make a fake identity and live as normally as possible... Or as normal as any FNAF character at least. As good as it was to give this person a redemption arc, it wouldn't be him that would be redeemed but just himself. Same body but a different soul. Plus, it was better to be yourself than be someone else.

And perhaps it was his pettiness speaking, but if he had been this person, he would’ve jumped up from the top of the Eiffel Tower.

"Ew, is he staring at us?"

"Gross."

BUT FIRST, he needs to cover up his face until he gets to the stupid, dumb apartment.

...That alley is looking quite nice, don't you think?

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{ 8:23 AM }

"This is the stupidest and weirdest shit I've ever done..." William grumbled as he looked through one of the dumpsters. Unfortunately, despite him having $500 in his wallet, he refused to use the said money. He had always been a bit frugal. Plus a lot of store clerks were reluctant to sell him anything, and few were just too expensive. So here he was!~ Back in some random alley, looking for something to hide his features. "Really Will? Looking through the trash for a beanie or some random hoodie? Puh-lease like someone would throw a perfectly good—"

*RUSTLE*

"Huh?" The brunette blinked in surprise as he felt something soft touch his fingers. He reluctantly grabbed the object and held it out in front of him.

What he found made him want to punt whoever threw it there, and hug them at the same time.

It was a navy blue hoodie with the words "Superstar Daycare" printed on the front. The arms and the hood were color yellow, while the torso was littered with stars. It even had a cute little rainbow on it! And it was just large enough to fit him too! How lucky!

He stared dumbfounded at his supposed fortune.

He knew he should probably complain or say something but... But honestly? He wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. No fucking way.

He shook his head and immediately put it on. 'Fuck it! I don't care if it smells. I need it.'

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{ 9:32 AM }

"This is so weird." He whispered to himself as he walked down the streets.

An hour or so had passed since he had found the hoodie and hid his facial features. No one had thankfully recognized or said anything bad about him. A few did laugh at him because of how childish the hoodie looked, but either way, he felt relieved. Being laughed at was better than being hated. 

It took him a couple more turns, but he eventually found it. Heh. Funnily enough, the building looked a lot like his original apartment, which both made him feel creeped out and relieved. 

"It's nice to know the apartment’s still the same."  The only difference was that he didn't have a roommate, which he was glad for. He had a lot more space, and fewer people to worry about, and he could safely panic in the confines of his room. Let's not forget the fact that he didn't know what he would do if he saw Nate here.

I'd probably be trying to choke him to death

The dude killed me after-all

I don't know if he did kill me tho...

But we were the only ones there. So it had to be him. It's impossible that it couldn't have been him.

"I guess I should check everything here for more info about my... new persona?" He sighed. "Why should I though? I'm gonna change my identity anyway..."

He looked around as he bit his lip in hesitation. It wouldn't hurt to find out more about him, right? Either way, he was gonna burn the files into ashes as a sign of change. Of reincarnation. As proof that he was different from that vile bastard.

With that in mind, he felt a lot more willing to look for the files.

"I should probably start with my— I mean, HIS room." There was no way that he was calling it his room until he managed to erase all proof that that man had once lived here. "Hopefully he has something there."

As Willy walked through the hall, he noticed the lack of pictures and decoration. Everything was just plain and empty, even the color of the furniture was just classic black.

"I see that my counterpart has no sense of interior decorating" He grimaced. "I dread to see what his room looks like."

And just like he feared, the room looked like a perfect imitation of a garbage dump. As he continued to examine the room, he couldn't help but feel... disgusted? Angry? Majorly disappointed?

The bed was one hell of a mess, piles of trash were littered everywhere along with discarded pizza boxes and unwashed clothing, bottles of beer scattered about, and there were even a few packs of cigarettes lying on the ugly flooring. The walls were also such an eyesore. He wanted to grab a sledgehammer and just smash the entire thing to who knows where.

And he doesn't want to even mention the... female undergarments that were peeking out from under the bed. Whoever this idiot was fucking with, they probably didn't have that good of a sex life.

He took a deep breath and smiled menacingly at the ceiling as his mouth opened to say. "God, please fucking kill me again." 

Yeah, he regretted being reincarnated.