The Real Story Of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Gone Pt.1

I awoke from my slember in a puddle of sweat. Another nightmare...

Unfortunately, my already small maternity tee felt even tighter when damp. Starting to think of it, I don't think I packed wisely for the trip. Even though I am only in my 2nd trimester, I was rapidly outgrowing my clothes. My favorite "I Luv My Bump" tee, which I was wearing for the twin's third trimester, was already getting to be quite small for my large belly. Hope it's not triplets in there...

Anyhow, I had scheduled a tour at Fazbear's Fright yesterday, therefore excelling in my mission. I told Drake I was just getting a little "mommy time". Yeah, like I'll be doing ANY relaxing whatsoever.

According to the site, the tour begins at 11:00 pm and goes until 1:00 am. The supervisor I talked to had said I would get to see the night guard for the attraction, and that if I paid an extra $9.99 he would let me stay with the night guard until his shift ended at 6:00 am. Of course, I took the offer. I may be able to find something, something useful.

"Annie, did you pee yourself again?" Drake muttered in his sleep. "The bed is soaked. Learn to control your bladder, Miss Pregnant Lady."

I rolled my eyes and smacked Drake with a pillow. I got up and looked at the time on my phone. 7:00 am. Realizing I could get a few more hours of sleep, I laid back down and snuggled in Drake's arms.
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16 HOURS LATER
I looked at my phone. 10:59 pm, perfect timing. I got out of the rental car and ran up the steps of the run down building. You could tell the place used to be an old take-out, but was remade into a horror attraction. Much to my belief, the place was packed. I wasn't surprised. Fazbear's was the talk of the town lately.

Alot of people looked at me funny. Most of them were teenagers, young couples, and journalists carrying cameras. I guess being a 30-year-old pregnant lady didn't help me stay as unnoticed as I had wanted.

Finally, around 11:06, a short, stubby man walked into the cramped room and put on a devilish face. "Greeting, and welcome to Fazbear's Fright!" he boomed. There were some cheers from some college boys and a few snickers from a group of sorority girls. Yep, definitely didn't fit in.

"What you are about to witness will terrify you! It will take your innocence and rip it to shreds! Your tour guides will be here shortly. Go to the one with the sign that has the number that is stamped on you ticket." he continued.

I looked down at my ticket. Number 7. If they were doing the tours one at a time, then this could take awhile.

At around 11:30, Tour number 7 came, and I was paired with the group of sorority girls from before. Great, just great.

The tour guide was a small, pimpled teen with unruly curls. He had practically no facial hair and spoke in a pubescent tone. "Before we begin the tour, I would like to warn you of some precautions Fazbear's Fright enforces.

"Probably should go, preggers." One of the girls whispered in my ear. I took a deep breath and ignored her.

After the precautions were read, the guide proceeded with the tour. He had said that whoever ordered the "Extra Night", aka to watch the night guard during his shift, would just stay with him. Unfortunately, the girls had ALSO ordered the "Extra Night". Just my luck, huh?

The guide showed us through the building, which pretty much consisted of old paper plates and costume heads. I made sure to take pictures and write notes as I went through.

At first, I was unamused, but then we came upon IT. By it, I mean the animatronic.

"Meet Springtrap." the guide said. "Be careful, he bites!"

The girls started giggling uncontrollably. I looked behind me and saw that they were teasing one of their members for being scared.

"Why don't you give it a hug, Diane?" the main teaser snarled.

The girl, Diane, wiped her eyes and gave her peers a nasty look. "Shut up, Nancy."

I shook my head and looked back at the animatronic, Springtrap. It was like none of the characters I remember. It looked as if it was a bunny, golden in color. It looked quite normal, despite the putrid scent and the flesh-looking substance that was peeking through the costume. I could have sworn it turned it's head at least a centimeter, but I couldn't be sure.

Before I knew it, it was 12:00, we had reached the end of the tour. Following the orders from before, the sorority girls and I stayed with the tour guide, while the rest of the tourists left. We then proceeded to a room that had not been shown in the tour. In the room was a young man wearing a "Fazbear's Fright Staff" polo and hat. He looked like a normal person, but had an utterly terrified expression on his face.

We entered the cramped room and sat on a sofa nestled in the back corner. The night guard was sitting at an old-fashioned desk in front of the window that led out into the main hall.

After the guard and the manager talked for a bit, he left and the night guard sat in his overstuffed office chair. He gave us a petrified look and mouthed the words "sorry"

Suddenly, a small voice whispered into my ear. "I told you, but it's too late."

The power then shut down.