Pain. The only thing I could feel at the moment. I guess the good thing about having little voices in your head that tell you you to keep running is that you listen to them. Often I probably would've given up, if not for my friend's voices in my head telling me to keep going. Telling me to find a exit and get out of here. This hell. What place am I talking about you ask? Well no other than the place called Freddy Fazbears Pizza. The so called place that's supposed to be where friendship and happiness and alike happen. Yeah, that place. The place where I had to watch my friends die. The place that I swore when I got out was gonna burn along with the murderer. The place where the bite of 97 happened, the whole reason me and my friends were stuck in this hell. Getting picked of one by one. The place where I'm about to die. Was it always like this you ask? No, I used to be able to see my friends alive. I used to be able to see my mom's face. Now,I'm facing the face of death. The Purple Guy. The killer. As,I took my final breath, I remembered what it was like before this happened. The good times.
