(Rewrite) Five Nights At Freddy's 4: Unbitten

Side Story: Hush Now, I'm Here

-William's POV- "Almost home....hah, today was rough." I shiver, walking home from my job at the town pizzeria.

Wrapping my work uniform around myself tightly, I sniff, on the verge of getting a cold. Once I step on my front porch, a small blue bundle stops me in my tracks.

"An infant?" I murmur, kneeling down to get a closer look.
With cold fingers, I pick up a note on the blue blanket.
I read the note out loud.
"Please take care of my son Kenneth.
I can't raise him in my situation.
-H"

I tilt my head in confusion.
H?
Who was H?
Pocketing the note, I gently pick up the infant boy.

I enter my house quickly and turn up the heater. Tonight was freezing.
Sitting on the couch, I look down at the baby. His blue eyes catch my attention.

I smile slightly. "Oh! Hi there..." I pant, tired. Kenneth just blinks, looking at me with...curiosity? Worry?

"What's wrong?" I ask. Kenneth just whimpers, looking like he's going to cry. "Oh, Baby, don't cry!" I panic.

"It'll be okay! I'm here." I murmur softly. Kenneth looks up at me. I smile warmly, holding the boy close to my body.

"Don't you worry, Kenny. I'll protect you and your older brother Terrence. I can promise that, little one."
Still holding the infant, I walk over to the telephone on the wall.

As I rock Kenneth gently, I murmur, "Please pick up, please pick up..."
After a click, a familiar voice answers. "William..?"
"Scott, thank you so much for answering." Relief fills my voice.

"Afton? Do you know how late it is?"
"I know, I'm sorry. But," I look down at the sleeping infant. "I think I have a problem."

"A problem?" Scott echoes, sounding alarmed. "What do you mean?"
"Well," I start off. "I was walking home from work and found an infant at my doorstep...."
Scott was silent on the other end.
"You're serious?"
"Indeed I am." I answer honestly.
"Okay," Scott sighs. "Hold on, I'll be right over."
"Thank you again, Scott. You're a good friend."
I hear Scott laugh on the other end. "Just because I'm your boss doesn't mean I can't help you out. Alright, see you in a few minutes."

Scott hangs up. I sigh, putting the phone back on the receiver. Out of nowhere, Kenneth starts wailing. I gasp, nearly dropping the poor dear.

"Oh no...oh no..." I hold the baby at arms length. "Think William, think! What was that song Mother always sang to you?"

The song starts to come back to me. Zack Hemsey. Of course!
"Soothsayer..." I croon, slowly holding the infant close to me.

"Soothsayer...can you change this?" I feel his forehead and quickly pull away. He's burning up. Scott, please hurry!
"Dad?" Terrence yawns, walking out from his bedroom. "What's with all the screaming?"

"Terrence, I'm terribly sorry to wake you with all this racket on a school night." I murmur sadly. Terrence looks at Kenny crying in my arms. "Who's that?"

Before I can answer, we both hear a knock on the front door. "I'll get it." Terrence opens the door. Scott stands in the doorway. "Oh dear." Scott sighs, hands in his pockets. "You weren't kidding."

"The poor boy is burning up. Help me."
"How did this happen?" Scott asks.
"Here's the note I found with him." I hand Scott the slip of paper.

"Here, let me hold him. You go to the store and get medicine. I'll stay here with Terrence." I nod, letting Scott hold him. "Thank you," I whisper, grabbing my keys and walking outside to my car.

-Scott's POV- "Why are you holding a baby?" Terrence asks.
I sit on William's couch, cradling the infant. "Your father found him outside."

The little infant, Kenneth, sniffs. The baby starts to stop crying. "Shh. It's alright, kiddo. You're safe." I whisper softly. Terrence peeks at the baby over the arm of the couch. "Can I name him Rex?"

I let out a small laugh. "No, silly. This is an infant, not a dog. Plus, he already has a name." I peer at the small note William gave me. "Ke-nn-et-h. Kenneth. Yeah, that's what it says. I just wonder who left it...."

William enters the house in a rush, looking nervous. "Is he alright?" William breathes out, placing a hand on his chest like a concerned mother. "He's a little better. Still kinda warm but not as bad."

I see William's shoulders visibly relax, letting out a small sigh. "Give him to me, please."
"He's all yours." I say, giving him the baby. I notice dark bags under William's brown eyes.

"Not getting enough sleep?" I ask.
"What?" William looks up from Kenneth. "Oh, yeah. That and stress."

Terrence yawns. "Terrence, get back to bed. You have school tomorrow." William mutters. The older boy nods and walks off to his room.

"Are you feeling okay?" I ask, concerned.
"Oh, of course. Just worried...."
"About...?" I pressure.
"How I'm going to raise this little guy."

"You know you can put him up for adoption—"
"No!" William snaps a little too sharply. "Don't you dare even suggest such a thing!"

The sharpness in William's tone makes Kenneth whimper. William's attitude immediately changes from angry to an overprotective father. "Oh, no... no.. Daddy didn't mean to yell, baby. I'm not angry at you. Shh. Shh."

"You sure that you're all right? You seem....jittery."
"Jittery? How so?"
"Well, for one thing, you almost dropped the boy..."

William let's out a sigh, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. "Okay, okay, you're right. I just need rest. But that's now impossible with this little rascal being sick."

"I can look after Kenneth if you want," I reply gently. "He'll be fine with me for a few hours. I know what it's like when infants get sick. You can trust me, William."

William takes in a deep breath and nods, handing Kenneth over to me. He silently mouthes 'thank you'. I smile sadly. "He'll be safe. Just rest for now."
"Wait." William walks up to me. "Here's the medication for his fever." I take the small box with medicine from him.

(Time skip: three years later)
-William's POV- "Dad." A small voice whispers, waking me.
I groan, rubbing my eyes. "What is it, Kenny?"

"You wanna watch Fredbear and Friends with me?"
Sitting up from my nap on the couch, my eyes are burning from the bright colors on the T.V.
"Sure, sure." I wave him off. He let's out a little shriek of joy and sits in front of the T.V.

I notice Kenny drawing something on a piece of paper with a black crayon. Getting off the couch and kneeling down, I ask: "What are you drawing?"

"Freddy Bear," he answers simply. "Freddy Bear?" I echo, tilting my head. "Do you mean Fredbear, son?"
Kenny shrugs, doodling on the paper.

"For you, Daddy." Kenneth smiles, handing me his drawing. "Oh, thank you." I smile, getting up and looking at the crayon doodle. Even though Kenneth is only three, he's slowly getting better at drawing.

The only disturbing part about the drawing was the text at the top of the page. Above the doodle of Fredbear, scrawled in black crayon are the words: "Why can't Daddy see him?"

Brows knit in confusion and concern, I look back down at the toddler. Kenny merely smiles at me, not worried about the drawing at all. "Baby," I start slowly. "Who is it that you're seeing?" I point to the sentence he wrote down.

Kenny frowns, looking close to tears. "Scary....yellow bunny...."
"You mean...like Spring Bonnie?"
He nods, avoiding my gaze. "And a...a girl with green eyes... covered in....red...paint.." Kenneth sniffs, finding it difficult to form words.

"S-Scary..."
"Hey, it's all right. I'm here." I pick him up and sit on the couch. Placing him on my lap, I ruffle his hair gently. "Daddy's here..."
I glance back at the drawing, dread in my stomach. But it's probably nothing. Just small toddler fears, right? Emily can't be here. I'll protect Terrence and Kenny with my life. "You're safe, Em—Kenneth. We'll be okay. I-it's okay...."