"Hey e-e-everyone, and we-elco-ome to Fre-eddy Fa-azbe-ear's Pizza! So le-et-t's strike up the ba-a-an-nd! o-one-e... two-o-o... (Kill me)... thre-ee-ee!!" Freddy said from the main stage. I sighed. A few minutes passed by. "I-s eve-e-eryone enjo-oy-oying some-e deli-ic-icio-cious (delicious flesh) pi-iz-zza-a-za-a-a?" Freddy asked the children. "Yes, Freddy!!" They all cheered in unison. There were a few "I love you Freddy!!" And "Rock out Bonnie!!"s here and there, and I was in solitude, deeply thinking about what will happen. I started crying. Or thought I was. I took my hand and wiped my eye, and I saw a mixture of blood and mucus. I peeked through the curtains, and saw the others that were possessing robots leaking the same thing. An odor that smelled of decaying flesh filled the air. "Mommy, do you smell that?" A little girl asked her mom. "Ugh, smells like a corpse left out in the heat.. I'm going to complain to management. Want to come with?" The girl's mother asked. "Yes please." The girl replied. When the clock hit midnight, I stepped out of my Cove and went to the west hall corner to find a newspaper article pinned up on the wall. It read: LOCAL PIZZERIA THREATENED WITH SHUTDOWN OVER SANITATION, SAID TO CLOSE BY YEAR'S END.
Local pizzeria, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has been threatened again with shutdown by the Health Department over reports of foul odor coming from the much-loved animal mascots.
Police were contacted when parents reportedly noticed what appeared to be blood and mucus around the eyes and mouths of the mascots. One parent alikened them to "reanimated carcasses". After a long struggle to stay in business after the tragedy that struck there many years ago, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has announced that it will close by year's end.
Despite a year-long search for a buyer, companies seem unwilling to be associated with the company.
"These characters will live on. In the hearts of kids, these characters will live on." -CEO
Oh God, no..." I said. Autumn came over. "What's wrong?" She asked. I handed her the article, which she read, and started to sob. "Now we'll never be free!" She wailed. I tried to calm her down, but she kept crying. Then I realized it was October. We only had about two months left together. "Don't worry, we'll find who did this to us someday, an we will, I promise ye, get our revenge. I'll make sure of it." I promised. And that's exactly what we were going to do.
