Break the Rules!

Hello.

Hello, to whoever has the pleasure of reading this. But if you're just another person, I'd strongly advise you to hand this to the officials. He'll find you.

And now that the right person is reading this letter, he wanted me to clarify I'm writing this. But the one who is sending the message isn't me. He said I could put warnings or anything alike wherever I want, throughout the whole letter. I could even ask for help. And I know that he'll be reading this over my shoulder as I write and then after I'm done writing, so I won't give him what he wants.

I can write basically anything I want. There's just a few rules I need to follow. I'm not allowed to write down his name, neither his first nor his last one. I'm supposed to have one thing clear at the end of this. And I should not do anything dumb, or there might be blood on this.

When I first got the job at Freddy's, I thought it was a prank.

I was dumb enough to not believe a guy that threatened my life and literally cut me up right away.

Let's get one thing out of the way: I like working the Nightshift. It would be even nicer if he didn't show up every night to threaten my life, because then I'd just have the robots to try and kill me.

Last night, we actually talked. Well, we talked every time, but I think I can get somewhere until he gets bored.

It's fine that there is a bit blood everywhere now, I've lost more in the past few days.

And he just told me to finally get to the point, he's impatient. I get it tho, I get impatient too. But I usually don't cut others up when I do so.

My fate is written, I think. He showed up at the first night of my new job. He immediately threatened me, but I thought someone was pranking me.

And then, the next night, he showed up again.

For each night he seemed to have something new in store.

Then he followed me home and even to school.

On every inch he could reach at any given time, there are cuts and bruises now.

Now he's starting to get bored. I don't know how much longer I can last. He told me so, he's watching me. If he was like this as a father too, I don't pity Chris for being dead. I'm scared. But it's fine. Whatever is going to happen, is bound to happen.

Bye, Maran