The Real Story Of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Why?

I swerved into the site and ran to Annie. Before I could reach her, Drake stopped me.

"They won't let you go." He choked out. "The police, they're taking her to the hospital."

"Why the hell are they doing that?" I asked a little louder than I should have.

"Debbie, she's in labor." He whispered.

I stared down at my feet. How could she give birth at a time like this? How could this child survive on her very first memory being a demon posing as her mother?

Then, I had an idea.

"Let them take her." I told Drake. "To the hospital. She needs to give birth."

"Are you-"

"I know what I'm doing." I interrupted.

I got in my car and followed the ambulance, holding a kicking and screaming demon Annie inside. Drake trailed behind me, with wailing twins.

When we reached the hospital, Drake and I ran up to Annie's room. He told the receptionist I was a cousin. We went to room 203 and found Annie, handcuffed to the bed, squirming all over.

"He must pay! He must die! They must pay! They must die!" She chanted repeatedly.

After about 10 minutes of Annie chanting, she felt a contraction.

"AAH!" She cried. The demon snapped her head over to Drake and I. "The child! She will be named Marie Annette!"

I stood, mouth gaping open. "Why-why should we? What do you want with her, you-you monster? You were innocent once, you know that? Remember! Remember your life! Remember how you used to be! Now please, leave this woman alone! Look how much pain you caused her!"

Suddenly, Annie's expression changed and her eyes turned a light gray.

"I was a dancer. A really good one." She muttered. "My mommy used to brag to all her friends how good I was. I miss my mommy."

I sat down on the bed next to her, nurses moving aside in awe. "I know, sweetie. Now, can you tell me your name?"

"Marie. Marie-Annette." She said, pushing Annie's hair behind her ears. "He thought it would be funny, you know? Having a 12 year old be a puppet, called Marionette. He said it was like I never got a new name. It made me sick to my stomach."

Marie looked at me with deep, sad, curious eyes. "You know, you look a lot like one of my friends back where I work. His name was Miguel, or, as he likes to call him, 'Balloon Boy'."

I put my hand to my mouth and began sobbing. Marie knew Miguel! She knew where my brother was.

"Before, before you go. Can you do two things for me, Marie?" Marie nodded and closed her eyes. "Okay, first, can you tell me if he's okay?"

Marie blushed and started giggling. "Well, actually, a few months ago he proposed to me. Apparently, it was his 32nd birthday, and he was MADLY in love with me. According to him, I am now 49 years old. Your brother is really good at math, you know?"

"Yeah. He was quite the mathematician." I giggled, wiping the tears from my eyes. "Now, last thing, will you promise to me, to always make sure Miguel is safe? Please?"

Marie smiled and crossed her heart. "I swear. I love Miguel, Debbie. I promise to take care of him. Now I must go back to the attraction before he gets mad. Plus, Miguel is there. Oh, and by the way, tell Annie good luck on her birth. It hurts!"

And then, Marie-Annette was gone.

I turned to Drake. "You said you needed baby girl names, right?"

Drake nodded.

"Well, how about Marie-Annette?"