Well since you seem to want to know all of us I may as well tell you that almost all of our stories start off the same way. There are just little differences in our death day so I guess I'll start mine off for you reader.
So you must already know about how the other two have come to be and my start was not to different from the demons, but their is a few small details that were different. So lets begin this tale of mine. It was back in the fall of 1992 and my sister and I were walking to Fredbears. Where she was going to help me get over my fear of the robots by talking with the manager that was her close friend to see if some of the employs could talk with me about the robots to help me show that their not scary. As I sat and played with my favorite toy truck at one of the tables near the stage. I saw my oldest brother and his four friends sitting at a table and they had their knifes out. I could hear them talking about girls and new knifes they wanted. I tried to not lesson, but I heard my brother laughing about the time he had stabbed my arm with a dull knife and I was stuck with a case for a few mouths, and after he talked about how much I screamed and cried him and this friends laughed in amusement. I felt a few tears fall from my cheeks as I held my left arm remembering it all too well. As my sister who was only a two mouths younger then me was walking back with Golden Foxy next to her. She saw that I was crying and then she walked up to see what was wrong. As I explained to her about our brother and his friends laughing I was able to get a glimpse of Golden Foxy staring at them and I could see his eye was flickering between its white with blue to a black with a glowing white pupal. As I looked up at him I didn't feel scared by him, even though his eye kept changing and he was one of the scarier animatronics out of the bunch.
As Golden Foxy got down on one of his knees he looked at me with a look of care. "So ye sister told me that ye be a whey bit scared me and me crew of mates. Well how would ye like to join us for the day ta see that we all not be so terrifying. Unlike the sea beasts that live deep in the blue depths." As he spoke I could tell that something was off about him. It almost seemed like he knew what is was like being scared of the animatronics. As I looked up at my sis then at him I asked in a rather scared tone. "Can my sister join us on the day?" "Only if the wee lass wants ta be part of the golden crew." Golden Foxy said as he looked at me then my sister. So that's what had happened we walked around for him for a while and I still was scared but near the end of the day I was comfortable around them. As the day of the end started to apper I knew that we would have to be heading back to our house with our older brother and drunk father. What I didn't know was that our bother had other plans for my fears. "So the little runt is still scared of this stupid, old, metal junk piles?" The three of us turn to see our brother with a few of his friends walking up to us wearing some masks that you can buy at the small gift stand for the tickets you can win. "Leave him alone Nightmoral and take off those masks off your going to scare him more." Told Lilly to them as she stood in front of them and I stood behind her and Golden Foxy shacking slightly. Before he could say anything Golden Foxy spoke up and stood in front of Lilly like he was protecting us. "Land lover ye be freighting the wee lad with ye skinned masks." "Oh go and rust in the rain you cheap pirate trash." Nightmoral said as he attempted to push him aside, but Golden Foxy stood his ground and looked down at them with a almost death like glare. "Move out of my way you stupid foxy." Growled Nightmoral as he walked past Golden Foxy and then grabbed my wrist tightly and started dragging me to the stage. As he started Lilly grabbed my arm and tried pulling me back with me helping her.
Sadly he over powered us and one of his friend tipped Lilly and they tried blocking Golden Foxy, but he used his speed to go past them and pulled me away from Nightlmoral. Picking me up and holds my in his one arm with out a hooked hand. "Lad you best be thinking twice before trying to hurt me new crew member." Growled Golden Foxy as he stared down at Nightmoral. By now a few people had seen what was going on, but not doing anything they pulled out a few camra's and started to record. As lilly got up and stood next to Golden Foxy two of Nightmoral's friends grab her pinning her to the ground and she let out a small wince of pain. I heard this and was done. I could take getting beat up, scared and burned with cigarettes by our father, but when it comes to people hurting my sister that's where I draw my line. As I jumped down from Golden Foxy's arm I grabbed then back of the coat of one of Nightmoral's friend who was wearing a Spring Bonnie mask. As he turned around to face me I felt something in me snap and I clinched up my right hand and put all my power into my arm. I threw a punch at him and I some how cracked the mask and he stubbed back rubbing his cheek under the mask. Everyone seemed to be looking at me as I grabbed my sister and held her close to me. Then I felt something hit me in the back of the head knocking me out cold. When I finally came too I was not in the pizzeria anymore I was laying face down on cloud. As I slowly moved up I felt my whole body burn up with pain and I fell back to the "ground" with a flop whimpering in pain as I wished for it to leave. I rested there thinking about what had happened and if my sister was ok. It was hard but after what felt like forever I started to get up and move slowly I didn't know where I was, where I was going, but I knew one thing. I needed to find my sister and help protect her. As I slowly and painful moved I soon walked up to a large golden gate door. As I slowly moved my way up to it I was greeted by a man in a white rope. "Welcome to heaven little one." He said in a joyful and sweet tone. "Wait what?!" was all I could say as I looked at him dumb founded.
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Heavenly Eyes
Non-FictionAnother story but this time things seem to be lifted up more then dragged down.