I Know The Cause...(Original Fnaf Story)

~Chapter One: When Life Was Good~

1 July 1973
6:35pm

It's my first time speaking to you. I am aware it is quite odd to buy you before my son's birthday instead of getting him a gift, but I assure you I have greater plans in store. I will let you in on it later, but please allow me to address the matter at hand. This diary will eventually end up in the hands of Henry Emily, my accomplice in our future business! Fredbear's Family Diner! Where Fantasy and Fun comes to Life! (Thanks Henry).
Besides the point. It's my son Micheal's sixth birthday next week, and the gift I have been working on for months is nearly complete. I call him... Fredbear. He was originally drawn as a prototype design of the main animatronic at our future business. But I felt compelled to make him as a gift for Mikey, and to test my technician skills. Micheal is a hothead, constantly getting into fights with his peers and losing his temper with his little sister Elizabeth. I can barely talk to him for longer than 10 minutes anymore due to how short his patience has become. That's why I will through this doll. Fredbear will be my way of being there for my son whenever he needs me. He has a microphone and voice box where I can communicate with him from home, and from my future office at Fredbear's Family Diner.
Anyway, my wife is calling for me to come out for dinner. I will continue to write to you when I have the chance.

Goodnight.

2nd July 1973.
12:10pm

Hello once again, I may as well start calling you Henry as you are going to be read by him soon enough. The instalments on Fredbear's are coming along quite nicely, should be up and running around 22nd of July. Perfect for Micheal's after birthday surprise we do every year!
Sadly though, I'm not sure if Klara is going to be there. She has been so preoccupied with work that I am unsure if she's going to be able to attend. I don't feel as close to her as I once did. It's as if work has become more valuable than her own children! Then again.. I'd rather that then her nitpick at every detail of our lives like a broken record. God, it's not like I'm gonna murder anyone! I'm just trying to make our children's lives the best they can. It aggravates me to my core that she out of all people would have the audacity to make our children feel so upset because everything just has to be PERFECT.
I should stop. Micheal needs to be picked up from school early because he's feeling unwell, I need to make him feel the love she can't even provide.

Later Henry.