Her mom didn't want her to come back, and, her last birthday here was her twelfth. I gave her a gift, sculpted by paw; I moulded a small, clay figure of herself. By my calculations, and every time I saw her. Also, she was gone for a whole year. Foxy malfunctioned, and, he bit her arm. He was so sorry, and, was mad at himself for a very long time...
Her mom didn't let her come, until her 12th birthday, her last birthday here, with us... I told her to open it if she misses us too much, or, if she feels most sad. She hugged me, and, I hugged back. I wiped a tear from her eye. I never forgot the day... It was very lonesome ever since...
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The truth behind FNAF
FanfictionMost assume that we're evil. Read this to find out the truth.
