Five Nights

Flashback of Suffering

[Lovely drawing is Freddy Fazbear by Simina Cindy.
Ty's POV, Flashback-1998]

I slowly woke up. I was tied up with rope, as was Foxy. "What- what's going on?" I asked, continuing to look around. I've never been wherever this is... Was it even still in the restaurant? "Freddy happened. He hit you on the side of your head with his mic." Foxy explained. "That explains the headache." I immediately replied. "Yeah. I couldn't do anything." Foxy said. " 's alright. Who knows what he would've done. Me mum's prob'ly worried sick." I said.

After a few seconds, that damned bear walked in through the door. "Freddy, you used to be the REAL definition of 'friend'." Foxy echoed with his booming pirate voice. I looked into the bear's deep, black eyes. They were white with black ringed around them, like Jake from Adventure Time. He was holding a cigar.

"I know. But listen Foxy, the two faggots I perform with onstage all the time is the real attraction here. A'ight? So y'see, a little fox isn't." Freddy boomed. He sounded like William "Bill" Carver from The Walking Dead Game. I saw him lunge his hand towards me, the one with his cigar in it. I felt a burning pain in my left eye, losing sight in that one.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. The bastard burned my eye!!

I screamed in pain. Foxy tried to attack Freddy but he couldn't because of the ropes restraining him. "Hey, kid. Guess what?" Freddy said, looking me eye-to-eye. I spit on him. "Go fuck yourself." I growled. "I'm not even the real Freddy." He whispered. He took off the mask, revealing a man with purple paint all over him. "What the fuck?" I whispered.

He opened a door to reveal the real Freddy Fazbear lying motionless on the ground. He switched on and looked around. The imposter hooked his fingers around my left eye and pulled it from the socket, ripping it from its cord. I yelped in pain as I watched him hold the eye in which it still had the cigar burned into it. I blinked my eyelids and felt air where I usually felt my left eye.

"I hope you're happy with what's happen-" The imposter was interrupted by Foxy ripping free from his restraints and scratching some paint off of the fake Freddy as an attempt of trying to stab him, but instead, it was revealing his real colour as gold. "Fredbear." Foxy said as he observed the gold tint. The imposter ran out and Foxy escorted me to my apartment. I lived only three blocks away, so it wasn't a far walk.

As Foxy carried me back to my house, I sobbed in pain. "In the short time I've known you, you're a brave kid. A great one too." Foxy said. "Thanks." I muttered, holding my left hand over the empty left eye socket. Foxy knocked on the door to my apartment and set me on my feet. I hugged him before he left.

I would probably be dead if it weren't for him. I knew he was cool.