Rachel's Perspective: One day, me and my son went to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It was his sixth birthday. His dad was supposed to pick us up but he was 30 minutes late. Since my stupid Government Phone ran out of minutes, I had to use a Pay Phone to contact my husband, Chris. I inserted 50 cents into the Pay Phone booth next to the counter. He picked up the phone. "Hello?" He said in a drunk tone of voice. "Chris, you were supposed to pick us up a half hour ago." I said. "Sorry, the traffic is really terrible out here. I'll be there as soon as possible." He said. I knew he was lying. I heard the bar noises on the other end of the phone.
I turned around to notice that my son, Calvin was missing. all that was there was his Freddy plush he won lying on the ground. I decided to look for him in the arcade first. Then over by the stage. I set off on my way.
Calvin's Perspective: I ran to the stage over by some other kids. I just sat there staring at those dumb animatronics, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy singing this stupid remake of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star". "Freddy's Freddy's is such fun, say Chica Chicken and Bon Bon. But I think that there's way more, just go beyond those doors!" Freddy sung in his so-called "kid friendly" voice.
Freddy looked strange. Not that this was new, but he seemed more... Yellow and dingy than usual. And he looked like his eyes were too small for his eye sockets. He even pointed to this Parts and Service room and leapt off the stage. Three boys and a girl followed him to the room. Being a stupid six year old, I decided to follow as well.
Rachel's Perspective: I looked through the whole arcade three times and still haven't found Calvin. I tried my best to stay calm and walked over to the stage. Strange. The Freddy animatronic was gone. Must have gone to repair or something. More strange than that, I still couldn't find Calvin. I buried my face in my hands trying my best not to cry, but I just couldn't hold it back anymore.
Calvin's Perspective: We walked into the dimly lit parts and service room just to find a bunch of suits and spare parts of animatronics. He grabbed something off of the table in the back and started walking around. After adjusting my eyes to the darkness, I realized that it was cake. Freddy was passing out cake to all of us kids. Something told me not to accept it, but my six year old instincts were too strong to overpower. I grabbed my piece of cake excitedly and took a bite. After about three minutes, I started to feel woozy. I remember falling to the ground.
