Five Nights

Flashback of Darkness and Pain

[Photo above is Gracie, by me.
Ty's POV]

I sat on the couch with my arm around Gracie while she leaned up against me as we watched the movie Superbad. I honestly loved this flick, one of my favourites. "Fuckin' pussy, Michaels. Michaels, if you make this shot, we are no longer friends ya pussaaaaay." BANG! "Fuck me." "OH!! SUCK. ON. MY. NUTS. SLATER." The scene played. Gracie and I cracked up. I zoned out for a moment, thinking about what haunts my dreams. The pain and suffering I went through on that very day.

[Flashback- Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, August 21, 1998- Ty's POV]

I opened the doors to the new restaurant, the one I've heard many rumours about. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I heard it reopened again. "C'mon, Mum!" I called back to my mother. "Don't run, Ty." She replied.

"Mum look at the pirate!" I called again, pointing to a stage with a fox on it. "I see him." My mum replied. "Can we go watch him?" I asked. Mum took a second to think. She got down on one knee and put her left hand on my shoulder. "Tell ya what, I'll go get us some food at a table, and YOU can go watch the pirate. Okay?" Mum finally explained. I bobbed my head up and down excitedly. Mum chuckled. "Okay, Ty, go see him." She finally said. I ran over to go see the pirate. "All ye little scallywags with yer sodie-pops, and pizza are bound to come back for another adventure with Captain Foxy, right?" The pirate echoed. "Yeah!" The crowd of children I was caught up in replied. "Alright, kiddies, be sure to also watch my friends perform." Foxy said, pointing to three animatronics.

As soon as Foxy stepped offstage, he went to a table. He seemed to just stare down at a picture. He looked kind of sad. He sighed and put the picture in a pocket on his tattered pants. I walked over to the table and sat beside him. Foxy didn't seem to notice. "Uhhh... Mister?" I asked, waving my hand in front of his face. He snapped out of his trance, as if I'd reversed some sort of hypnosis. "Uhh, yeah?" He immediately said, finally turning his head towards me. "Are you okay?" I questioned. Foxy sighed. "No... I'm just kind of sad I have to refer to THOSE assholes as 'friends'." He finally said, pointing to the main three animatronics. "Why?" I asked. "Bonnie and Chica are fine, but Freddy, that bastard thinks..." Foxy was interrupted by looking behind me in fear and shock. "What're you staring a-" I blacked out by being slapped across the face with some weird object. It felt like a microphone.