The Story of the Puppet

Part 1

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My little boy, Billy wanted to have his birthday at Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. He wouldn't stop nagging me.
"Come on mummy, pleeaaasseee??" He whined.
"Billy, no how many time do I have to tell you?" I sternly reply. He looked at me sadly and walked into his room.

It was Billy's 7th birthday and he wanted it there? At that creepy pizzeria? Ummm, it's not like I have anything against that place but, the animatronics creep me out a bit and I've tried to steer clear of that place since 'The Bite of '87'. I just don't understand why he wants to go to that place so desperately. I guess I feel bad for him. Well he isn't going to be this young forever. Why not then. I guess I will throw his birthday party at Fazbears. Sigh.

"Hey, Billy! Come back here I've got something to say!" I call out to him. I watch him grumpily walk into the lounge and says a grumpy 'what'
"Well, I have thought about you birthday aaaannddd I thought maybe, that you could celebrate it at... Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria!" I say. The look of excitement hits his face like a train.
"OH MY GOODNESS MUM ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" He yells.
"Shhh be a little more quiet or else Mrs Geofferies might come to our door and complain," Billy giggles at this comment. "But, yeah I am serious. Are you excited?"
"Hell yeah I am!"
"I'm gonna make it this Saturday okay? One day before your actual birthday," I say.
"Okay mummy thank yooouu!" Billy says as he hugs me tightly. I smile at his actions. "Oh hey mummy?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you,"
"I love you too sweetie. Hey don't you have homework?" I ask him suspiciously.
"Uhh... Maybe?" He says sheepishly.
"Well maybe you should go finish it?"
"Okay yes mum!" He yelled as he ran off to his room.

I shake my head. He's such a happy child. He is also my only child, and I don't plan to have more. Not without my partner. He died a few years ago in a car crash, no one ever found out who was involved in the accident, because it was a hit run. I still cry about that now and then.

I walk to the telephone to call Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. 1888-FAZ-FAZBEAR I type in. A person picked up the phone.
"Hello! Welcome to Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria! How can I help you?" He said in an overly excited voice.
"Uh, I wanted to have my sons 7th birthday here. Is there a spot free this Saturday?" I ask.
"Uhhhhmmm...YES! Yes there is. How many kids are you inviting?"
"About five children,"
"Okay sure. I'll book you in now. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No no, that's all thank you, bye!" As soon as I hung up I started to get a feeling of regret. Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to having his birthday there.