"We Are Your New Friends, Don't You Believe That?"

"No! I don't want to go!"

"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer. Ha ha ha!"

"Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"

"On THREE! One... two..."

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...Where am I?

The child looked around the dark environment. The dusty air clouded the atmosphere, infecting the child's lungs as he gave a heavy cough. Where was he? His memories were quite foggy as to what had happened before he got to where he was.

He tried to feel around to get a sense of his bearings. Where was he? The last thing he remembered was being at... a birthday party? Was it his birthday, or was he there to celebrate someone else's? Whatever the case, he remembered feeling abject terror.

But, that can't be right, he thought, birthdays are supposed to be times of happiness and cake, where friends get together, eat pizza, and listen to colorful characters sing-

The characters.

For some reason, thinking about that gave him the shivers. What characters, and why was he so uneasy about them? He couldn't remember a thing. Whatever the case, he knew he felt uncomfortable then around them, just as he's uncomfortable now in this dark room all alone.

"Help! Someone, please, help!" the child cried out. "I don't want to be alone again!" Wait, again? When was he ever‒?

Suddenly, a long creek filled the empty space, illuminating the room that the child realized he was in and ending with a thud that echoed through the room. "Hey!" someone shouted. He turned his head to the source of the new light and sound, and what he found shook him to his core.

In front of him, he saw a figure with light shining around him. As it grew closer, he saw that the figure that called him was actually what seemed to look like an anthropomorphic bear. Its fur was a golden hue and smelled like roses despite looking synthetic. Through it he could barely see metal and plastic which acted as his skin. The yellow of the bear clashed with the aubergine hat-and-bowtie combo that he wore. His eyes sparked a blue hue, though it currently wasn't sparkling with whimsy or lightheartedness. It almost seemed kind of angry.

It took almost all of the boy's energy and will to not mess up his shorts.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing here?" the bear asked. Its voice was deep and goofy, probably fitting for a technicolor anthropomorphic bear. Despite that, his tone and inquiry were genuinely commanding and stern. The child had no idea what to make of it. He sat in silence and fear as he and the bear stared each other down.

"Let me say that again," the bear then sternly repeated his question with an impatient face: "Why. Are. You. Here?"

"P-p-please," the kid whimpered, "don't hurt me." Why am I scared of him hurting me?