The name is Peter, Peter Gatsby, I was born on March 4th, 1978. My father wasn't around much when I was a kid, he always said that he was busy, or he had something to do. Man, it really ticked me off, but what could I do? I eventually found out. I remember that day like it was yesterday. November 23rd, 1987 there was a killing at the local kids pizza place, where my father worked, Freddy Fazbears. Well that's when the bodies were found by the police. I'm sure my father killed them long before, probably late 1986. I knew he did it, he disappeared after that, leaving me and my brother. My brother, Parker Gatsby, was born December 3rd, 1985. Anyways he left Parker and I alone, our mother left us sometime after Parker was born because of our father, so we were left alone. It was definitely messed up, I was 9 at the time and Parker was about 2. I had to take care of him, which wasn't really all that hard since I've been doing basically everyday, so it made no difference. Our parents were gone, we were left alone. It's a cold, harsh world out there.
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The Guilt In Ourselves
FanfictionThis is the long story of a man named Peter Gatsby, born March 4th, 1978. He was the son of a famous serial killer known for the murders at Freddy Fazbears. This is his long, and difficult journey.
