not an official cstory about me

My name is Freddy, owner of Freddy Fazbears's pizza. I'm 28 years old. My father, Freddy passed down his name, and the restaurant to me. The thing is, I hate this place, for two reasons. one reason, I'm positive this place is haunted, the spirits only come out at night. It's creepy. and the second reason, I hate children. My father makes me dress up as FREDDY THE BEAR. Our annoying mascot that I hate. the thing is, I have an amazing voice. But when I told my dad, he only wanted to use me for the restaurant. so I would dress up and sing to all the little kids that came here. I'm miserable here, but I can't disappoint my father. he's counting on me to run this place until I DIE. I can't handle the pressure. And this is the story of how I cracked under pressure.

An adult Jeff the Killer falls in love with an old enemy and has the problem of him not being able to maintain the creepypasta with in him.

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