The Real Story Of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Mrs. Johnson

"Happy birthday dear Harold..."

I readied myself, sucking in as much air as possible.

"Happy birthday to you!"

I blew at the candles with all my might, until my lungs began burning. But it was worth it. Finally after all these years, I had blown out all candles at once. Even though there were now 16 of them. Man, if only Mama could see me now.

"Happy birthday, my boy." Papa said, slapping his hand on my shoulder. "16 already? It feels like just yesterday when you were push-"

"Alright I think that's enough Donald," my Aunt Linda interrupted, on the verge of bursting out into giggles. "I think he's had enough embarrassment from you for the day."

I smiled, stifling a small laugh for the rest of my family. I may have seemed happy at the time, but I wasn't. Ever since I was small, I had always hoped and prayed that Mama would become healthy again, and would make it to at least one of my birthdays. But this year, I realized that would never happen.

When the party had died down and all my relatives had left, I sat down next to Papa on the couch.

He looked up from his paper and smiled at me. "What is it, Harold? Don't tell me you had another 'vision'."

"No, not a vision." I hadn't had another vision since I was 8. They seemed to stop when I turned 9. I concluded they were just a phase, but still, I got a weird feeling in my stomach anytime I thought about them.

But that wasn't what I was asking about.

"Papa, I want to go see Mama."

Papa stared at me, smile gone. He began rubbing his forehead. "Get in the car."

"Wha-"

"I said get in the car, Harold. I'm taking you to see your mother."
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"Welcome to the Denver Behavioral Hospital, are you here for visitation?"

"Rachel Johnson." Papa said bluntly.

The receptionist didn't move, just looked at my father like he was pulling some kind of prank.

"Sir, you do know she is in serious mental health, correct?"

"Yes, now let me-"

"I really think you sho-"

"I said, I would like to see my wife. Now if you don't let us through those gates, I will tell your manager and get you fired right on the spot. Got it?" Papa said.

The receptionist silently gave us tags and let us into the brain trauma ward.
We reached the door and she swiped her key card. She left shortly after.

"Harold?" Papa said, placing his hand on the knob. "I want to remind you that the accident, well, your mother is very sick."

I nodded, and he opened the door. We walked into a small padded room. There were no windows, only a bright fluorescent light.

In the center of the room lay an older woman, confined by a straitjacket, motionless.

"Mama?" I croaked out.

Mama didn't move.

"Mama, it's my birthday." I croaked again.

Still, there was no movement.

"Rachel?" Papa said, touching her shoulder.

She didn't even flinch.

I rushed over to Mama, rolled her over, and found that her face was a shade of gray, and had blue lips.

"Ma-" I couldn't even finish the word. I fell to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably. Mama was gone. My one reason I still had hope. Hope for the future.

I bolted out of the room, never looking back. I ran and ran until I came to an old brick building. The sign above the door read "Fredbear's Family Diner". I decided to go in, for no exact reason, but I had this strange urge that I was MEANT to be there. Like something was waiting for me inside.

I sat down at an open booth and looked at the menu. On the cover was a golden stuffed bear, probably the mascot of the place.

Suddenly, I heard a police radio say they were looking for a teen boy who had run away from the behavioral hospital. That is when I panicked.

I ran to the first door I could find and snuck in, locking the deadbolt immediately after. It was dark, so I fumbled my way around until I found a light switch. The lights flicked on and what I saw was straight out of a horror movie.

There were bear costumes everywhere. The same that had been in my visions as a young child.

Before I could freak out, I overheard Officer Fredrick talking to the waitress.

I knew what I had to do, even if I didn't want to.

I threw on an extra Freddy suit, took a deep breath, and walked into the diner. Children ran from their families' booths, all crowding around me.

I cleared my throat and tried to put on the most convincing mascot voice I could.

"Well, hey kids!" I choked out. "I'm, I'm, your good friend Freddy Fazbear! So great to...see you."

The kids leapt with joy, whooping and hollering.

"I love you Freddy! Can I call you Golden Freddy? Because your gold?" A little girl asked, embracing the suit.

I suddenly got a weird feeling throughout my body. Much like a craving. But for what?

"Golden Freddy, huh? I like that name, Golden Freddy. Now what's your name sweetie?"

"Marie. Marie-Annette." She giggled, shaking my enormous paw.

I overheard the other children groaning. Saying I was picking favorites. Maybe I was, it sure felt like it.

The urge became stronger. I don't know why. I was much to old for this young child. Why did I want her so much?

"So, um, Marie, would your parents mind if you, uh, come to Freddy's Castle for awhile?"

"I don't think they would. Can my friend Gianna go-"

"No." I practically yelled. I cleared my throat. "No, Marie. You are the only one. Your the...Princess."

Marie began giggling. "Ok. Let's go!"

Marie held my paw as I led her to the costume room. I locked the door behind us.

I could tell Marie was beginning to feel uneasy. "Are you sure this is a castle, Golden Freddy?"

"Yes, Marie." I said, staring at the child through the mesh in my suit. "It's your Castle now too, Marie."

"I think my mommmy is-"

I reached out and held the door shut with my arm. I couldn't let her get away from me. She was apart of me now. She was my princess.

"MOMMY!" Marie screamed.

I covered her mouth with my paw, until she bit me and I had to let go. She was reaching for the door, about to unlock it, and the next thing I knew Marie was lifeless on the ground, a Fazbear microphone lodged into her brain.

Suddenly, I began sobbing. I didn't mean to kill her. Two things I loved died today. Why doesn't anyone want to be with me? Why am I so alone?

That is when the real mascot walked in. He stood, mouth gapping open at the sight of what used to be Marie-Annette. He turned back towards the door, but before he could escape I knocked him in the head with a chair.

He was unconscious, not dead.

I quickly changed out of the suit, placing it on the real mascot. I cleaned up the blood from Marie and put her on my back.

I sneaked out the employees entrance and ran into the woods with Marie.

This is when I figured out what my cravings had been.

They were cravings for MURDER.