They Never Came Back

He did not know what happened to them. Although nobody would blame him. Those four kids had always been so kind to him, while everyone else would only poke fun. They treated him like a friend, when others denied his presence. In their company he felt important, which was something he hadn't experienced before. He wished so much that he would have known. But all he knew was that when they left, they never came back. (NOTE: I must advise that this is definitely not canon. It is a personal interpretation of the story. I realize that it does not line up with Five Nights at Freddy's: The Silver Eyes, but as that was said not to be completely canon with the games either, I find this permissible. So please take this story, so to say, with a grain of salt. I do hope you enjoy it.)


1. Chapter 1

The figure started to come into being, as stroke after stroke was placed. Before, the image had seemed merely chaos, but the more he worked the clearer it became. 

The pencil glided across the page, creating what he willed to bring about. Slowly but surely the likeness of a woman became, dark gray lines contouring her lithe features. He twirled the writing utensil around, in order to use its pastel pink eraser. The lightly-drawn guidelines seemed to vanish, as he rubbed the pencil's opposite over where there should not have been markings. And after he gusted away the rubbery scraps, he looked over what he had done so far. There was no shading, and certain details were obviously not present, but even he would have admitted that the picture looked quite alright. 


Immediately the boy put the notebook to his chest, so that not even he could view the drawing. To his right the youthful voice had sounded, accompanied by the slight creaking of floorboards. He could view the little girl scurrying down the stairway and then right toward him, and he groaned under his breath. 

"Whatcha doing?!" she yelled, straight into his ear.

The boy winced and waved her off. "Leave me alone, Pazi," he asked.

Yet it was evident that she wasn't going to listen to him. "Are you drawing?!" she continued to speak at the top of her lungs. "Can I see?! Can I see?!"

She leaned on the armrest of the couch and started to bounce where she stood. The boy hugged the book more closely to himself. "No," he put frankly, but that meant nothing to his sister.

"C'mon!" she begged with all of her might. "Please, Bernie, please please pleeeeeease!" 

"No, Pazi!" he shouted, adjusting the notebook over to the other side of his body. "And don't call me Bernie!" 

Pazi let go of the armrest and stood straight up, a mischievous smile upon her face. "Why not?" she teased, tilting her head sassily with every word she spoke. "I can call you whatever I want! Bernie, Bernie, Beeernieee!" 

Most eleven-year-old brothers in such a situation would have done one of the following: threaten, bargain, tattle, lash out, or walk away. But not him. Because as much as his little sister did enjoy pestering him, he was aware that she wasn't trying to be mean. 

The boy set his sketchbook on the couch's side table and leaned forward. "Oh, so you wanna go there?" he taunted, a sly grin peeking at his mouth. "Do you really wanna go there?" 

The little girl held her hands in front of her, and swung her body at a pivot. She started to chortle, possibly thinking over what she would do next. "Yeah..." she said, giggles tugging at her words, "...Bernie." 

Her brother shot up from the sofa, and Pazi knew to begin her escape. However, she was laughing far too much to make any real progress, and she felt herself being hoisted into the air. She squealed in surprise, but more in hilarity. The boy set his sister upon his right shoulder, and his feet started to spin them around. The girl roared with laughter, as she shockingly wasn't pleading for him to put her down. Her brother laughed along with her. In his mind, although Pazi could be a brat at times, she was his sister. He really did love her, and seeing her this happy only made him just as much so. 

The boy was starting to grow sick from spinning so much, but after a minute or so a familiar lady clomped into the room, smiling ear to ear. "What are you two doing?" she chuckled, a purse on her shoulder, and heels upon her feet.

Brother and sister ceased rotation, as they both looked at the woman. "Oh hey, Mom," the boy greeted. 

"Hi, Mommy!" Pazi shouted. Contrary to the norm, she didn't yell in Bernard's ear; but with that volume she might as well have been an inch from his face. 

He grimaced before he spoke, "We're just playing around, you know?" 

Their mother's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded very slowly. "Huh, I see," she said, as she lifted her bag off of her shoulder. "Hey, Bernard, could you let your sister down for a minute?" she asked, slipping her heels off as well. "I need to talk with you for a moment."

The boy looked over at Pazi, and Pazi looked at him. "Put me down!" she commanded, gratefully not as loudly as she had spoken before. Bernard placed her upon the wooden floor, and as soon as she was grounded she ran straight to her mother. The two locked in a quick hug, before the woman suggested, "Why don't you go play in your room upstairs? I need to talk to Bernard about something."

Pazi quickly nodded, and sprinted to and up the stairs. Though not before chanting behind her, "Bernie's in trouble! Bernie's in trouble!" 

Bernard moved to the sofa he had sat in just previously, ignoring his sister's remark. His mother walked over to recline beside him. "So, how was work?" he thought to begin.

The woman sifted her fingers through her dark-brown hair. "Well, it was sure something, I'll tell you that," she said, her smile not fitting her exhausted tone.

Bernard placed a hand upon his mother's shoulder, trying to keep sophisticated, yet somewhat tender. "I'm sorry," he apologized, although he had nothing to be sorry about. It was the bank's fault. For weeks his mom had been worked practically to death at her job. He hated seeing her so stressed every night.

"Well," he continued, with the philosophy that optimism was key, "at least it's over for now, right?" 

She looked at her son, her expression a mixture of pride and sorrow. "Thanks, hon," she spoke, "but that's actually what I wanted to talk to you about."

Bernard lifted his hand off of her. "Oh," he said. "W—what did you want to tell me?" 

His mother sighed deeply. "I know that Wednesday is 'family-dinner-night'," she informed, "and I know you guys look forward to it..." Her hands entwined at the fingers. "...but I won't be able to do it tonight." 

Bernard's eyes grew wide. "What?" he uttered. To say the least, he was a bit thrown. "Why?" 

His mother closed her eyes. "One of our workers is sick with the flu," she explained, "so I have to work extra. I'm going to be gone for a lot of the night." She was aware of her son's downcast face, and she placed a worn hand on his back. "I'm sorry, honey," she said, rubbing her palm from shoulder to shoulder. "I know you and Pazi really enjoy Wednesdays, but you two will have to have dinner without me." 

Bernard looked up at his mother, a scowl plastered upon his face. He was beyond upset, but apparently not in the same way the woman had presumed. "I'm not upset about the 'family-dinner' thing," he told, in a tone that shocked his mother. "I just don't want you to work anymore. I mean, look at you, Mom." The woman glanced down to examine herself, as if she would find some abnormality upon her clothing. "You look exhausted. You work all the time! I just want you to stay home!"

Strangely to see, his statement seemed to hit her like a truck. Bernard could see his mother's eyes mist, which was something that he hadn't intended to cause. "I know, baby," she said. "I don't want to work either. I miss seeing you guys every day. I don't want to come home cranky and tired." She swiped away a tear that had somehow escaped. "You know things have been tight lately. If I don't work, then we won't have enough money to live here, or to have food or anything."

Bernard wouldn't allow himself to cry; he needed to stay strong for his mother, although he found it exceptionally difficult. But his mom saw through his straight-faced facade, and wrapped her arms around her son. "It's only one night, okay? I promise things will get better," she spoke over his shoulder. "Everything will be alright."

Bernard would only allow the one tear to fall, but that was all. "I just don't want this to be normal," he confessed. "I don't want things to stay like this."

The woman hugged him more tightly. "I promise, it won't be," she vowed. "I promise, baby." She pulled away and looked into her child's eyes. "My sweet boy," she uttered. "You have such a caring heart." She put her hand to his cheek. "What did I ever do to deserve you?"

Bernard grinned, as he pondered to himself the same. 

All of a sudden his mother turned away, and she reached for her purse she had set on the ground. Once she had placed it on her lap, she rummaged through its contents to come across and pull out a ten dollar bill. "Here," she said, handing the green paper to her son. "Could you please take Pazi to dinner for me? I know it won't be the same, but I think she would still enjoy herself with you." She raised her brow, as if an idea had come to mind. "You can even invite a few friends if you want. I wouldn't mind." 

Bernard thought for a moment, but eventually grabbed the dollar. "Yeah," he confirmed, keeping her latter suggestion in mind. "We'll bring some pizza home for you, okay?"

His mother chuckled. "Sure, that would be just fine." She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you so much, Bernard. What would I do without you?" 

The woman rose from the sofa, placing her handbag down on the floor. "I'm going to rest a little upstairs, okay?" she informed. "If you need anything, that's where I'll be."

Bernard nodded, as he folded the ten into an abstract origami. "Okay. You go and relax." His mother smiled, and then made her way to do just that. The young man watched as she ascended the staircase. And once the wall impeded her view, Bernard reached straight for the telephone. He needed not to make too much movement, as the device was placed on that side table he had used just before. Receiver to his head, he fingered the keys he knew would get him who he wanted. He was so intent and focused on his dialing that he completely disregarded the child tiptoeing down the stairs. And a number of tones later, the familiar voice spoke in his ear. 


"Hey, Vix," he greeted. "It's Bernard." 

"Oh, hey!" his friend said. "How's it going?" 

"It's, uh, going good. Hey, I wanted to ask you—" 

"Is that Vixen?!"

Bernard winced. He glanced over to his left to find his sister once again, racing to the couch. Her brother groaned again, unknowingly communicating his grief to his buddy over the phone. 

"Lemme guess," the voice inferred, "Pazi?" 

The little girl hopped upon the sofa, and Bernard nodded his head, as if his friend could hear the gesture. "Yeah, is it any surpri—" 

Pazi yanked the handle of the phone from her brother, putting the device to her own ear. "Hi, Vixen!" he greeted herself, though as history seemed to repeat itself, it was much louder than Bernard's hello.

Vixen chuckled. "Hi, Pazi," she returned. "Can I please talk to your brother? I think he wanted to ask me something." The girl seemed disappointed, but nonetheless obeyed. She handed the phone to Bernard, but then allowed herself to lay atop his left side. Though in all honesty, he didn't mind in the slightest. 

"Hey, so uh," he started back up again, "Pazi and I are going out to dinner tonight, and I was wondering if you wanted to come with us."

His little sister perked up from his side, her eyes gaped. "Yes yes!" she squealed, leaning her head closely to the phone in her brother's ear. "Please Vixen! Please please!" 

Bernard pushed her away and moved the telephone to his other ear, only to hear his friend laughing hysterically. "Oh my gosh, I love you sister!" she chortled, forcing herself to calm down a bit. "But for sure, I'd love to go! Where you guys going?" 

"Did she say yes?!" Pazi pestered, sprawled back upon her brother's side. Bernard payed no heed.

"Well, I think we were planning on heading to Freddy's," he answered, "if that's alright." 

There was a long pause, at the time Vixen was supposed to be giving her answer. "C'mon, Bernard," she finally responded. "You know I hate that place. You guys couldn't have chosen anyplace else?"

Bernard stroked his sister's blonde hair, as she rested beside him, bubbling with excitement. She looked up at him with a smile that could light up the room. "Well, we usually have 'family-dinner-night' on Wednesdays," he informed, honestly a bit displeased with his friend's response. "Freddy's is like, kinda. That's just usually where we go. But, um, Mom is busy tonight, so she wanted me to take Pazi out to dinner for her."

The little girl looked up at her brother, shocked thrown upon her face. "Wait, what?" she spoke, but Bernard ignored her for the moment.

He couldn't have seen it, but over the phone Vixen frowned, displeased with what she had said as well. "Oh," she uttered. "I didn't know..." 

The boy put the mic closer to his mouth, allowing a whisper to be carried clearly to his friend. "To be honest, I wouldn't really care where we went," he admitted. "But it's Pazi's favorite restaurant, and she loves 'family-dinner-night'. I kinda just want to make it up to her as best as I can. If you don't wanna go, that's okay; I'll understand." 

Another pause took place, but it was over shortly. "Okay, I'll come," Vixen concluded. "I don't hate it that much. I'd love to hang with you guys."

Bernard beamed. "Thanks, Vix," he said. "I really appreciate it."

His friend let out a psh! "No problem, man," she assured. "But you know who you else you should ask?" 

Bernard didn't need to be told. "Yeah, I know," he said. "I was gonna call him right after actually."

"Sweet!" she laughed. "Well, good luck getting 'pretty-boy' to come, 'kay?" 

The boy chuckled. "Okay. Meet you there at, um...5:30-ish?" 

Vixen nodded over the phone. "That sounds good. See you then?" 

"Alright. Bye!" 


Bernard set the phone on its cradle, and lifted the device back upon his lap. Pazi looked up at her brother as he started to dial again. "Mommy can't do 'family-dinner-night'?" she asked.

Bernard froze where he was. "Oh, um, yeah," he stuttered. "I'm sorry, Pazi."

The girl stared off into space, seeming to be thinking hard. "But why?"

Bernard decided to commence his dialing. "Because her work is stupid," he sneered, causing Pazi's eyes to perk wide open. "Don't say that, Bernie!" she instructed. "Mommy said that's a bad word!" The familiar tones played in his ear, and he listened to them rather than his sister. 


Though this greeting wasn't the voice he had been expecting. 

"Um, hello," he responded to the unknown person. "This is Bernard—" 

"Oh!" the girl over the phone interrupted. "Lev's friend, right?" 

Bernard was having quite the trouble recognizing this voice. "Yeah," he answered. "May I please talk to him?" 

"Sure!" she confirmed, and removed the phone from her ear. Ever so softly Bernard could hear the girl yelling, evidently muffled through her palm on the mic. "LEV! PHONE!" And a few moments following another voice spoke, one that the boy certainly recognized. 


"Hello, this is Bernard." 

"Yo, Bernie!" the voice came, suddenly more excited. "How's it going?" 

The boy rolled his eyes. "Dude, don't call me that," he asked. 

"Oh c'mon. Don't be lame," his friend teased. "The name suits you." 

"Does not!" Bernard burst, but then immediately composed himself.

"Whoa there, don't wig out on me, dude," the telephone sounded, but Bernard had already moved on. 

"Alright, so Pazi, Vix, and I are gonna go to Freddy's tonight. Would you like to come?" He made his statement quick, and straight to the point.

"Who's that?" Pazi asked, still finding her brother's side a comfortable place to rest.

Bernard placed his hand over the mic of the phone. "Leveret," he answered.

A smile spread across her face. "Ooh! I like him too!" she told. "He calls you Bernie too!" Bernard's eyes rolled again; he was quite aware of that. 

"Hm. Freddy's, huh?" his friend reiterated. "That's that freaky pizzeria down the street from school, right?"

Bernard cringed. He didn't like where this seemed to be going. "Um, yeah, that's the one," he confirmed.

As looked to be the a pattern with his friends, Leveret took his sweet, precious time thinking up what he would say. "Look, dude, I'd love more than anything to hang with you guys at that acid trip of a restaurant..." Bernard scowled; he knew Leveret was being sarcastic. "...but I got a reputation to keep up, and like, if someone sees me there..." He whistled from high pitch to low, obviously indicating a fall. "...I might as well tattoo 'nerd' on my forehead, ya know?"

Bernard sighed. "What, as if you're so stellar now?" He was certainly upset. If Leveret didn't want to go, he could have at least been a little nicer about it. Or at least sound like he wasn't completely full of himself.

"Ha ha, aren't you the joker," his friend mocked. "But seriously, I can't go."

And this angered Bernard even more. "No, Lev; you won't go," he corrected. "If you think you're just so fly that you're incapable of going to a child's restaurant to hang out with your best friends, then you need to check yourself, dude."

And that was that. 

"Look, I gotta go," Leveret said. "See ya later."

He hung up the phone, and after a moment of silence on the other end Bernard did the same. 

"Lev's not coming," he said, to which Pazi frowned. "Yeah. You sounded mad at him," she inferred. 

Her brother looked away. "Yeah, well, he's just being a jerk," he muttered. "I don't know why I even tried."

Pazi gave a Hm, and cuddled back atop Bernard. "I'm sad he's not coming," she said. "But at least Vixen is. And I like Vixen." 

Bernard peered back down at her. "You like everyone, Pazi," he laughed, placing a hand atop her opposite shoulder.

She giggled. "Yeah, I know," she said, as she beamed up at her brother. "But I like you the most." 

Bernard shone a pretty dumb-looking smile, and he responded, "Well, I like you the most." And it was true; he really did. He loved his sister, beyond what many his age would ever like their siblings. The two had a special bond that few kids ever found, and Bernard was thankful that he and his sister had such a relationship. And she loved him back, with what he was sure was more love than he possessed. 

Pazi cuddled closer, happiness emanating from her being. "I love you, Bernie," she spoke. Bernard only grinned, knowing that now was not the time to retort. 

"I love you too." 

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