The Real Story Of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Daddy

My endoskeleton rattled.  My heart would be pounding, if I still had one.  He was coming, he was going to get me, he was going to kill me, I was going to die, again.

I had to do something.  Anything.  Anything to stop him from hurting anyone else.  Stop him from killing any more innocent children.

I ran.  I ran towards the door.  I have done this night after night, but have never succeeded.  I am always too late, and he slams the door in my face.  None of the others are brave enough to run like I do, they just inch closer and closer, too scared to actually face the monster who took their lives.

Looking ahead of me, I realized I was going to make it.  I was going to get in!

I reached the room and looked into the chair, but nothing.  He wasn't there.  My dad wasn't there.

Quietly, I moved my robotic limbs down the hall, looking for him.  Why wasn't he in the security room?  I passed Brandon, or, "Bonnie".

"He's, he's not there," Bonnie whispered, curled up in the corner of the hallway.  "The purple guy isn't there."

Myself, Chica (Candace), Bonnie (Brandon), Freddy (Fredrick), and Marionette (Marionette) decided to call my father "Purple Guy" due to the fact that when he murdered each of us, he was wearing the Fredbear suit with his signature purple hat and tie.  It took away some of the heartache of calling him our murderer.

"I know, Brandon.  I'm going to look for him."  I muttered, continuing down the hallway.  The others must have realized the news as well, as they were all cowering in corners. 

Suddenly, I heard a rattle coming from backstage, and ran towards the door.  Inside was purple guy, holding a big, bloody knife.

"Wha- what are you doing with that!" I whispered, my physical state not allowing me to speak any louder.

Purple guy just smiled, clutching the knife until his knuckles turned white.  "Oh, Foxy, you've always been my favorite."

"My name isn't Foxy!  You know that!  It's Mark!  Your SON!" 

Purple guy walked towards me, placing the knife of one of the empty suits.  "Foxy, Foxy, Foxy. You know you've ALWAYS been my favorite. I got you a present Foxy."

"Present?  The only present you could grant me would be your death-"

"Shh, Foxy.  Your siblings will be frightened!  Listen, like a good fox does."

Trembling, I leaned against the door, not daring to speak another word.

"Now, your present.  I know you've been lonely, a lonely, lonely fox.  I want you to have LOTS of friends, so, now you do!" Purple guy then burst into laughter, the kind of laughter that would place you in a mental institution.

"No," I whispered.  "No, no more friends!  No!"  I screeched, a loud scream erupting from my vocals.

All purple guy did was smile at me, and then left the room.  I ran to the stage, hoping what he had said was only a lie to make my fear increase.

But when I reached the stage, five lifeless bodies lay on the ground, the floorboards stained a crimson red.

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~THAT MORNING~

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"Annie!" 

"Cherie!"  I squealed, wrapping my arms around my best friend.  

"Thank you for inviting me to you birthday party!  My mommy said to give you this card, we didn't know what you would want so we just got you a gift card to Dara's Toys, is that okay?"

"Everyone buckled, girls?" Mom asked, looking back at us.

"Yes!" we all cried in unison, ready for the fun to begin.

Today was my eighth birthday party, and instead of getting a new jumprope, I chose to go to the best pizzeria in town, Freddy Fazbears!  My friend Jessica had been bragging about how her party was so awesome there last month, so I asked my mommy and daddy if I could have a party there and they said yes!  But I did't invite Jessica, because my mommy said we don't hang out with people who are mean.

Finally, we arrived at the pizzeria, and my five friends and I hopped out of the van and bolted for the doors.  Inside it was magical!  There were colorful floors, flashing lights, and even arcade games!  There was a big banner over head stating "Grand Opening!"

"Do you want to go check out Freddy over there while mommy and I get the pizza ordered?" Daddy asked. 

I shook my head.  "No, I want to see Foxy.  Jessica said that Foxy was the bestest, and that he could TALK!  She said that when she asked him if he liked Barbie, he said he LOVED Barbie!"

Daddy shook his head and chuckled.  "Go ahead, then.  Check the show times to see when he will be out."

My friends and I checked the billboard with the showtimes and frowned.  Foxy wouldn't be out for another hour!  

Cherie and I passed the time by playing a game of air hockey, while the other girls danced with Freddy.

"Annie?" Cherie asked, pulling at one of her bouncy red curls.  "I have a question."

I looked up from the score board and smiled.  "What do you need, Cherie?"

"Do you feel like there is something, bad, happening here?" She whispered.

I laughed.  "Cherie, that's just you!  It's my birthday!  Don't be a debbie-downer!"

Cherie shrugged.  "I'm going to go have some pizza."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my quarters.  As I headed back to our booth, I bumped into a girl that looked about a year or two older than me.

"Watch where your going!"  The girl muttered.

"Debbie!  Get over here so you and your brother can meet Foxy!  He's coming out in less than a minute!" The girl's mother called.

Foxy!  Finally, the wait was over!  It was time to meet my idol!

I met up with my friends and we all began giggling as we waited for the fox to appear, well, everyone but Cherie.

"Annie, I-"

"Cherie!  It's my BIRTHDAY!  Lighten up a bit!" I said over the loud noises at the stage.

Then, he appeared.  Foxy, the amazing fox Jessica couldn't stop blabbing about was here!  I could almost touch him!

Cherie's worries seemed to fade away, as she too was  mesmerized by the fox.

"Hello, kids!" A robotic tone spoke, as Foxy waved his arm.  "How is everyone today?"

"GOOD!" The entire room spoke.

Suddenly, Cherie ran up to Foxy.  "Do, do you like ponies?"

"Yes, I do like ponies!" Foxy replied.

Cherie threw her arms around Foxy.  "I love you Foxy."

"I love yo-"

That is when my mom shielded my eyes.  All I heard was screaming and wailing.  "CHERIE?!" I screamed.

No reply.

My mom pulled me out from the crowd and back to our booth.  I looked around, confused as to what happened.  My friends were no where to be seen.

While my mommy and daddy were busy, I ran back to the stage, but before I could see what had happened, a large man in a golden Fredbear suit came up to me.

"Hello, friend!  Want to come with me?" he asked.

"My mommy told me not to go with strangers, even bears, sorry mister!" I squeaked, running back to the booth.

All I know after that is something bad happened, really bad.  Mommy and daddy were taking me to Aunt Lucy's for the night.

"What about Cherie?" I asked on the car ride there.

"Cherie, Cherie is gone, Annie."