?'s POV
"Hi! My name's Christine. This is my story of what I know as Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It used to be a very happy place. That was, of course, before the Accident and the bite of '87. I don't mind the stories though. They are not always true. Like the one of the animatronics walking the halls, searching for a way out to take revenge on the person who made them like they are now. They can't ever find any nightshift people because of that. I decided to take the job since I didn't believe the stories. Now listen closely. This story is happy, yet sad. The animatronics became my friends not my foes. See if you can survive all five nights."
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I walked into the pizza place, shifting my backpack. I went to the back desk after relocking the door. I checked my bag then took out my flashlight and went to the stage. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were all there. I looked up at them with awe, not noticing their eyes that moved to look at me. I set my backpack down on the stage and hauled myself onto it. I walked around them all, looking them over curiously. Freddy and his friends weren't very happy at being inspected like this, especially since they were dirty and really wanted to be clean. I finally looked at how dirty they were. I frowned at how dirty they looked. I reached into my bag and got out some of my cleaning supplies. I reached up on my tiptoes and took off Freddy' s hat. Freddy was about to attack me to get it back when he noticed I was starting to clean his hat. I cleaned his hat, bowtie and microphone before I moved onto Chica. I gently cleaned her beak and then her cupcake and plate. Chica was very happy. I took off her bib to clean it.
"Be right back!" I told them.
I walked into the kitchen and cleaned the bib as Chica silently complained to Bonnie and Freddy. I came back and they went back into position. I put Chica' s bib back on and looked satisfied. I went to Bonnie and cleaned his bowtie. I tried to take his guitar to clean it but he wouldn't let go. I didn't even notice his grip tightening. I satisfied myself with cleaning what I could. I couldn't replace his broken guitar strings though without getting it out of his hands. I turned to jump off stage when a paw grabbed my shoulder, making me yelp. I turned to look at who it was. Freddy was blinking at me. Chica and Bonnie were turning towards us. I looked at them with fear, cowering under Freddy' s paw. Then, Freddy smiled at me.
"Thank you." He said with a slightly glitched voice.
"You can talk?" I breathed with wide eyes. "You're alive?"
Bonnie nodded.
"We are most certainly alive." Bonnie said in a slightly higher glitched voice.
Freddy let go of me. I rubbed my shoulder slightly. Their joints squeaked with rust. Bonnie held out his guitar.
"Here. You were going to clean it. You can clean it now." He said.
"Thanks." I replied.
I sat down and cleaned the guitar and replaced the strings. I tuned the guitar and handed it back to Bonnie who took it happily. Bonnie played a little tune, looking absolutely pleased. Chica thanked me for cleaning her bib and beak. The little cupcake snapped it's teeth happily.
"So the rumors are true." I mused.
"What rumors?" Chica asked.
"That you guys are alive and walk around the halls at night. I actually believe them now. I don't see why you guys are so scary though." I said.
"Maybe it's because we are angry that we are constantly being ignored. Nobody ever pays attention to us anymore. You are the first one in years." Freddy said.
"Awww. That's horrible." I cooed.
Just then my head jerked up when I heard a weird whining noise and mettalic thumps. In the whining I could just make out words.
