Protection Overload

Chapter One

Elizabeth Rogers. It's a normal name, yes. But is my life normal? Not so much. I'm 15 years old, and my only friends were killed a long time ago, in a place that was supposed to be a friendly place. Where everyone laughed, ate pizza, and sang with the gang: Freddy Fazbear, Chica the Chicken, Bonnie the Bunny, and Foxy the Pirate. I will never forget that day: My sixth birthday.

Flashback

"Happy Birthday to you!" My friends had shouted. I closed my eyes, thinking of a wish and blowing out the candles. Cheering erupted and clapping surrounded me. "What'd you wish for, Lizzy?" One of my friends, Ashley asked. She was one of my first friends I made on my first day of Kindergarten. She had the most pretty violet eyes, some said that she was a gift.

She had blonde, curly hair that went to her shoulders. "Well, I wished that we'd be part of the Freddy Family as long as it's open." Everyone cheered in agreement as we turned to the stage, Freddy and the gang getting ready to preform. "Hey everyone! Freddy here. My gang and I are back from a quick break, but now we're back." Freddy said. Chica stood by her keyboard as she nodded in agreement. She stopped. Chica glanced around until her eyes landed on me.

"My my. Hey Freddy! We got a birthday guest!" She cheered. Freddy and Bonnie joined her in glancing at me. In the corner of my eye, I thought I saw a flash of purple, but when I looked over, there was nothing. I turned back towards the stage, and the hang was staring at me, like they had just said something. "I'm sorry. What?" Foxy laughed from inside of Pirates Cove. "Aye. They be askin what ye wish fer?" I laughed at Foxy's language.

"I wished that we could be part of the Freddy Family for ever and ever." I cheered. The animatronics managed a smile as they started up a song. My friends and I got up and started dancing, one of my friends standing by Foxy, showing off the hook he got. About halfway through the song, a golden version of Freddy tapped Ashley's shoulder, asking her I she wanted to get a prize from the Prize Corner. She agreed and soon the same thing happened to my other friends, leaving me and the kid who was standing by Foxy.

I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. "Hey. I was wondering if you knew where my friends went?" The boy just stared at me, then turned his gaze back to Foxy, shaking his head. I walked away and started looking for the golden version of Freddy. He couldn't have just disappeared. "Lizzy? It's time to go Hun." My mom said to me. I turned around and realized that I wasn't in the stage area anymore, I was somewhere else, and it smelled bad. I walked closer to the smell and almost gagged. A door labeled 'Parts and Service' was cracked open. I opened it slowly and nearly passed out. Lying in the suits of my favorite animatronics were my friends. Their white, lifeless bodies staring up at the ceiling.

I looked around and noticed a red and white ball cap. 'Thomas' I thought to myself. I turned and saw Michael, his blue eyes a shade of grey and his hair covered in blood. I ran out of the room and to my mom and brother, clutching my brothers shirt as I cried. "Lizzy? What's wrong." I felt like if I said something about it, I would've started crying more, so I said, "My friends, I can't find them." Their parents came over and asked me questions, and I have them the same answer everytime: "A golden Freddy came up to them and asked if they wanted a prize from the Prize Corner." I stayed in my brother's arms as mom talked to the management.

We went home that day, and ever since then, I have never set foot in the Pizzeria. We'd drive by it on the way to school, and I'd glance at it, seeing the animatronics waving out the window, wanting us to come back. A couple weeks later, I saw a newspaper with a headline that caught my attention: "Five Children have gone missing after a birthday party was taking place on March 11. Management has been made aware and any suspicious activity is to be reported to authorities immediately." I grabbed the newspaper from the table and ran upstairs. I closed my door and grabbed scissors, cutting the article out and placing it on my corkboard.

I sat on my bed, taking a deep breath, and realized I had sat on something soft. I stood and turned around. On my bed where I was just sitting, was a little plushie of Freddy Fazbear. His little eyes were looking up at me. I picked him up and sat down, looking at him. I pulled him in a hug and cried, laying down as I hugged him and falling asleep with him.

End of Flashback

I sat at the dining table, another newspaper in front of me as my brother Ryan made breakfast. " You're only 15, Lizzy. You don't need a job at this age." I continued looking through the newspaper and looked up at Ryan. He had short brown hair, almost military style, and had brown eyes. "I wouldn't be looking for a job if mom hadn't taken all the money that dad had left for me so I could go to college." I looked back at the newspaper, continuing my searching.

My eyes landed on a specific job offer. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Come be a part of the Fazbear family today! Work 12 AM to 6 AM! $120.00. Call us at 1-800-FazBear! This was it. This was the job. I mean, yeah it was from 12 AM to 6AM, but hey, there would be other people with me, right? I ran and grabbed the phone, Ryan looking at me like I was crazy, but went back to cooking. I dialed the number. It rang a couple of time before someone picked up. "Hello? This is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, names Scott. How can I help you?" Hm. This guy sounds polite. "Hi! My name's Lizzy, and I was calling about the job offer?" The guy on the phone cleared his throat. "Congratulations! You got the job!" I frowned, honestly confused. "Really? That's it? No interview?"

The guy chuckled. "I'll talk to you when you come by later." Alright then. "Thank you so much! When do I need to come by?" The guy thought for a moment. "How about in an hour? That way I can show you around and you can meet the people your working with?" I smiled and thanked him, hanging up and putting the phone back. "So?" Ryan asked me as he put a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me. "I got a job a Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" He looked at me worriedly, like something had happened.

"The guy on the phone, Scott, wants me there in an hour so he can show me around. Can you take me?" He nodded and put his plate in the sink, rinsing it off and putting it in the dishwasher. I finished my food and did the same thing, and ran upstairs to get a change of clothes and a towel. I jumped in the shower and thought to myself: Dad would be proud of me!"