The Real Story Of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

A Daughter Is Her Parent's Joy

Blackness. Everything was black.

Then, everything was bright.

"Push Anne!" I heard a voice saying. I recognized the voice. It was Debbie.

"Wha-"

"No time to explain, but your giving birth! Trust me, just push!" Drake said, holding my hand.

I nodded and pushed like I was instructed. The nurses must have given me the epidural, because I couldn't feel a thing. Then, the room went silent.

"Don't let her see," I heard one of the nurses whisper.

"Let me hold him." I said bluntly. "Now."

"But-"

"I said let me hold him. I want to hold my son before you put him in a casket."

The nurse sighed and handed me the baby. I looked at his face. He was extremely pale, but I could see a hint of blonde hair on his head. Dillon...

Then, the nurse cleared her throat and handed me another baby, Ashton. He was like his brother, blonde hair and pale skin. They were beautiful.

"Honey, I don't think-"

"Shut up, Drake. I know what I'm doing okay?" I interrupted, tears streaming down my face.

I let the nurse take Dillon and Ashton. Then I closed my eyes.

"One more push, Anne." The nurse said. "Then this will all be over."

I pushed. Then, she was here.

The baby wailed, and I sighed with relief. My daughter was alive.

The nurse handed her to me. She had deep blue eyes and blonde hair like her brothers. I could tell she would be gorgeous.

"Marie-Annette." Drake said, caressing the baby's head. "Her name will be Marie-Annette."

I looked at Drake with a confused expression.

"It's a long story." Debbie laughed. "You need some rest, dear."

I nodded and closed my eyes.
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There was a funeral. It was brief, there wasn't much to say about babies. We payed our respect, and headed back to Debbie's where she had a spare room made up for us.

When we reached the condo, I put Marie, who was apparently named after a spirit who had a crush on Debbie's brother, to bed and found Debbie left a copy of her latest magazine issue, "Haunted Horrors: Pizzas and Bears, Not Great Pairs." on the table.

The article told the basic story of the murders that took place within the pizzerias and my experience. She had already sold 116 copies since this morning.

Reporters had already begun calling me and emailing Debbie for more about me. More about this case. The media was apparently torn whether this is a hoax or not.

If only they knew.

While I poured myself a cup of coffee, I felt a small tug on my skirt. I looked over and saw Ashley, holding an old looking newspaper.

"What's that, sweetie?" I asked, bending down to reach her level. Ashley smiled and pointed to an ad in the newspaper.

"Mommy, Anna and I want to go here for our birthday." She said, eyes still fixated on the paper.

I smiled and took the paper. My eyes did not deceive me, the paper was old. I read the ad Ashley was talking about, and felt all the blood drain from my face.

"Where did you get this." I asked bluntly.

Ashley giggled. "A man, mommy. In the lobby. An old one."

"Honey, go get Ms.Debbie please." I choked out.

"What's the problem?" Debbie asked, already coming out of the room.

I rushed over to her, shaking like mad.

"An old man gave my daughter an ad for the original Fredbear's diner, the one where the original murders occurred. There after my girls now, Debbie. Do you know who this man is?"

Debbie gulped.

"Not only do I know him, I thought I killed him the other night."