Memories

Chapter 1

I woke up, I was being pulled by a big hand. All I could see were white eyes in the dark room. It felt like I knew where I was, but didn't at the same time. I screamed, the deep voice that was holding onto me spoke and said, "Whoa kid, calm down, it's okay."

A cowgirl voice spoke, "Are they ok?"

A voice a little higher than the deep voice. "Freddy, they're freaking out."

A pirate voice tried to calm me down as well,"Matey, calm down."

I was crying,I knew where I was, Freddy, that name, my memories of what happened. Freddy picked me up and cuddled me. I struggled to push away. I fell to the ground, hitting my head, and went unconscious, the last thing I heard was,"What happened?"

I woke up and looked around, I was on a bed, but it wasn't a bed, at least not supposed be one. I sat up and saw Freddy, he looked at me and smiled "You're awake." I heard Chica's voice as she walked into the room.

"They're awake?!"

Bonnie came in with his guitar in his hand. Bonnie is my favorite. I love his guitar, and his colors. I tried to give him a hug, but it hurt, I grit my teeth. Bonnie saw my trouble and came to me instead. I smiled as he hugged me. Foxy came in and my face contorted into a terrified look, the memories of what happened filled my head and I screamed. Freddy noticed I was looking at Foxy with terror. Freddy pushed Foxy out of the room. All I heard was, "That can't happen again."Foxy went back to pirate cove sadly.

I felt bad about screaming and whispered, "Sorry."

Chica grabbed my hand and I looked into her pink plastic eyes.

"It's ok, it's not your fault."

She wiped my tear away and walked to go talk to Foxy. Bonnie left as well, I fell back asleep.

I woke up and it was dark, Freddy was still in the room, "Freddy?"

Freddy answered, but it was a voice deeper than Freddy's,"I'm not who you think I am," he laughed a little girl laugh.I wandered why if his voice was so deep. He was working and he saw I was trying to look at it.

"Would you like to see what I'm working on?" I nodded my head. He moved out of the way, I saw Bonnie, but it wasn't Bonnie. It was golden, not his purple color that I love so much, he was torn and smelled horrible. The other bear was golden as well.

Then a memory filled my head. A bad memory, one I wish I never saw. It was my birthday, I was happy but wanted Bonnie to play. Instead, a golden bunny and a golden bear sung up on stage. But Foxy was there. Playing with other kids, I walk over and his pirate voice asked, "So, are you the birthday matey?" I nodded my head slightly. There was a line on the ground keeping the kids at a safe distance from Foxy's sharp hook and teeth. In my head I asked, why didn't I listen? It's all my fault. I went closer to Foxy, passing the line. All of a sudden people were screaming, the bunny and the bear were still singing, my head hurt terribly. I went out, I woke up and heard a high pitched beep, beep, beep. I woke up in a hospital bed.