"Hey there pals," the bear bellows, "welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria!" The kids all cheer. "Now," he pauses, "it's time to pay a visit to Pirate Cove! Meet FOXYYYYY!"

 

I hate this job. I really, really, hate this job. They think I can't feel. They think I can't think. Well I can. All of us can, Freddy, Bonnie, that stupid grinning boy, and, and, and..... Chica. Chica. Chica. Chica. C.H.I.C.A. Chica. She's the reason I can bear this stupid job. Entertain kids. Yes, they will laugh at you, yes, they will poke you, taunt you, pull you, push you; but entertain them all the same! Sometimes I wish he had never given us the 'gift'. I wish I was still just a mere child, happy, before that game. That game that ended my life, ended all of our lives. That game. 

 

"FOXYYYYY!" I can hear. Suddenly, I realize I should be out there. "I know you hate these kids, this job, but just give it all you got okay?" I whisper to myself. Checking my hook, I step outside, only to be greeted my the sound of mocking laughter. 

 

"Hey Mommy! Mommy!" I can hear a boy urge, "Look at this weird fox! Look at it's hook, it's so weird! And ugly!" A growl surges in my throat. I must stop it. No, control it. The boy starts to poke Freddy, he starts to react. "No Freddy!" I mouth; it is too late. He snaps. So do his jaws, taking a huge chunk out of the boy's head. Part of me screams in pain equal to that of the child. Most of me growls with happiness. He deserved it. He called me ugly. He deserved it. "Oh by the way," Freddy smiles, "you're going down for this." I gape at him. "Don't stare like that, or I'll break your stupid jaw!" He threatens. I don't stop. He grabs it, and splits is apart, blood surges everywhere, my blood, my HUMAN blood. The guard sees. He screams. "THAT FOX IS A MURDERER! HE HAS BITTEN THIS CHILD! HE SHOULD BE SHUT DOWN AND LOCKED UP, AWAY FROM ANYWHERE HE CAN INJURE OTHERS!" 

 

"No!" I think, but it is too late. The guard grabs me, ripping my costume in the process; shoving me behind my curtain, and placing an "OUT OF ORDER" sign next to it. Chica looks at me despairingly. "CHICA!" I cry out, she turns away.

 

"Say goodnight Foxy," the guard whispers.

 

 

Lights Out

 

'Fredbear's Family Diner!' read the tarnished sign above the doorway of the building. I couldn't wait to get in; I'd been waiting all my short life to see the animatronics. My friends, Tommy and Alice, had been to Fredbear's before, and they talked about it constantly. Now their parents were taking them back, and I was going for my first time. Once my mother had unbuckled me from the far, me and my friends rushed towards the door, only to be stopped by a dark-skinned man with lilac hair. He couldn't have been more than eighteen, but he was so tall that he nearly reached the top of the doorway.

The monster that took away everything

"Woah, slow down little finch!" he said to me. His voice was soothing, and you couldn't help but trust him.

I should have known

"Flirting with the kids now Vinny?" Mocked a guard who looked slightly older than the purple boy.

"Shut up, bastard," the purple boy replied. Then he turned to me, "How old are you?" he asked, his blue eyes shining with what I now know was malice. 

"Six," I replied proudly, "nearly seven."

"Funny," he said, and he grinned, showing his pearly white teeth. Now I would find his smile disturbing but back then, it reassured me. "I'm sixteen, nearly seventeen."

Suddenly I heard robotic voices starting from inside the restaurant, so I darted inside. I saw a yellow chicken, a purple bunny, a red fox, and my favourite at first side, a brown bear. 

"I'm Freddy Fazbear, but my friends Bonnie, Chica, and my pal Foxy call me Fredbear!" the bear said. "Now it's time to sing a song! Which song should we sing kids?"

I looked at Tommy and Alice, and we shouted some suggestions.

"London Bridge it is!" Freddy announced, and although nobody suggested this song, we all cheered and sang along.

Like we've been doing for over twenty years

Now it was the chicken, Chica, speaking,

"Ya'll must be hungry huh? I've got some pizza cooking, so don't worry kids! If you wanna go on a pirate adventure, why not visit my good pal Foxy in Pirate Cove?" her arm made a jerky movement towards a purple curtain covered in stars. Tommy, who always liked to get there first, raced ahead to see Foxy. Alice walked beside me, "Foxy is my favourite," she whispered. She shyly looked up at the fox, who began to speak;

"YARRRR! I be Foxy the Pirate Fox, do you want to join me' hearty pirate crew?"

"Yes!" squealed Alice, but Tommy was drawn to something different; The Show Stage, where Bonnie was speaking.

"Who's ready to ROCK?!" Bonnie shouted. "Sing it Freddy!" Bonnie began to play his crimson guitar, the same colour as the blood the day I- 

No, it hurts too much.

"Isn't Bonnie the best?" Tommy exclaimed, "He's so cool!"

I nodded my head in agreement, but secretly, Freddy was for me. We sat ourselves down at a table with two others on it; a blonde girl who was drawing pizza on her napkin, and a boy, also blonde, who was sitting expressionless in his seat.

Suddenly, a gold version of Bonnie came through, handing out pizza, The bunny sat down at our table, taking its mask off. It was the purple boy.

Not him. Not him. NOT HIM

Much to the purple boy's amusement, the blonde girl started to devour her pizza within two seconds of arrival, and looking back, I swear he muttered 'Chica' under his breath as she ate. 

"Hey there kids," he said, "wanna go check something out?"

"Yeah!" I said, foolishly. "But I don't think my Mommy will let me."

"She won't notice," he assured me, "let's go!" 

All of us got up, even the blank-faced boy, and started to follow the rabbit into a bright room.

Why did I trust that monster

Once in the room, he brought out a long knife. I started to sense something wrong.

"What's that for?" asked the blonde girl,

"For slicing." 

"Slicing what?" Tommy asked,

"You."

"Sorry? Are you crazy, what is your name anyway?" The blank boy said,

"Vincent. Remember that name, remember me, always."

He went for Tommy first. Tommy tried to fight, but it was no use. In a flash of silver, and then red, Tommy was lying on the floor, with no ears, his eyes misting over. After some horrible crunching sounds, Tommy was stuck in Bonnie, a metal skeleton replacing his human spine. "I'm choosing all your favourite characters," Vincent laughed, " so get to really join in with the fun."

The blonde girl screamed, drawing Vincent's attention to her. She tried to scramble away, but he was too quick for her, wrenching her jaw apart in an explosion of blood and slime. Soon, her body was like Tommy's, except she was Chica.

Next it was Alice, who tried to run. Vincent sawed through her hands and legs, leaving her just a torso and head. He made huge cuts on her body, and snapped her jaw apart.  Her eyes were glazed as she was shoved into Foxy.

The blonde boy, however, offered no resistance. He just slumped in a corner as his body was ripped up. He barely moved when Vincent gorged out his eyeballs. He was placed in a gold version of Freddy, Golden Freddy.

I was the only one left, I knew what this meant. I knew I would become Freddy. So I laughed. Those laughs turned to screeches of pain and terror when Vincent cracked my neck, cut through my jaw, and when the endoskeleton pierced my skin, pushed my teeth out, and slowly removed my eyes, replacing them with blue plastic.

"Better turn the lights out." Vince said, and that's the last thing I ever heard before I blacked out.


Now all of us are here, rotting, waiting, always, for our revenge.