(3rd Person's POV)
Ronaldo is a wanted man of Washington DC, known to be the man behind the murder of 1987, Aron the Third puts a price on his head worth $100,000. He lurks in the shadows since then, saving his head from the knives and guns of many who dares to seek him.
30 years since the murder of 1987
The new president, Donald Trump increases his bounty to $1,000,000,000 dollars, now almost the whole nation seeks for him...
(Ronaldo's POV)
I wander in the sewers, safe from the bountyhunters, i have not eaten for 12 years, i look pale, i have no clothes, and i have no freedom. I found a light far from the sewers, i walked to the light and as i came closer, i started hearing voices and which led me to a water factory, i said to myself "The Heck! the water we drink comes from sewers!? Eww...", as of now, i just kept watching them..
1 hour till now...
They finally left, i went inside the factory looking around for at least anything, i saw a brown mask under a blinking light, i came closer and noticed it was a freddy mask, i grabbed it, i felt chilling boices whispering throughmy ears saying, "Wear the mask..." i doubt about wearing the mask, but the voices grow louder if i refuse, to end the pain i quickly wore the mask, a pain of needles strikes my head, i tried removing the mask but it won't do any good, a suit starts growing on my body, i can't do anything and then a whisper ends it "Welcome back..." i passed out on the ground, feeling unconsious...
(A Worker's POV) |:)
I heard a loud metallic fall at the machine room, i ran back to the room, noticing a weird robot laying down on the ground, "Uhhh... Hello?" i tried calling the robot out, thinking if its working, "Hel-lo?" i took a few steps closer to the robot i reached my hand to the robot hand, touching it, felt cold like snow, i released my hand but suddenly, it moved and held a grip for my hand, its head turns to me and its bloodshot eyes looks deep in my eyes, he spoke in the deepest voice no-one could ever do "You... must P-pay the P-price!"
I tried releasing his grip on my hand but i can't do it, i closed my eyes, ready to be eaten by a robotic demon.
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FanficA story about the mysterious massacre of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria in 1987, you are named as (your username), a new day-shift worker of the Pizzeria, you know nothing about the massacre, every answer ends with an ending... ...
