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<strong>Five</strong> <strong>Nights</strong><br />
<strong>at</strong> Freddy’s<br />
AMIR SHER
Copyright © 2015 by Amir Sher<br />
All Right Reserved.<br />
In cre<strong>at</strong>ing this book we assert its rights under the "Fair Use"<br />
doctrine pursuant to United St<strong>at</strong>es copyright law and the<br />
equivalent in other jurisdictions. This book is the sole cre<strong>at</strong>ion<br />
and responsibility of Amir Sher.<br />
Illustr<strong>at</strong>ions by Ela Sher<br />
Editing and story contributions by Elane Lorenzo<br />
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Disclaimer<br />
This book is an unofficial fan fiction based on Scott<br />
Cawthon’s "<strong>Five</strong> <strong>Nights</strong> <strong>at</strong> Freddy's" video game series. All<br />
aspects of the "<strong>Five</strong> <strong>Nights</strong> <strong>at</strong> Freddy's" games th<strong>at</strong> are used in<br />
the book, including characters, their names, loc<strong>at</strong>ions, and other<br />
fe<strong>at</strong>ures of the games explained within this book are<br />
trademarked and owned by Scott Cawthon.<br />
Permission to publish this book for no profit was granted by<br />
Mr. Scott Cawthon.<br />
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For my son Eithan who introduced me to Freddy Fazbear and his<br />
anim<strong>at</strong>ronics band.<br />
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Preface<br />
This book is a fan fiction based on Scott Cawthon’s “<strong>Five</strong> <strong>Nights</strong><br />
<strong>at</strong> Freddy’s” video games.<br />
While the purpose of the player is simply to survive through<br />
the nights, the cre<strong>at</strong>or of the games left clues about a mysterious<br />
background story th<strong>at</strong> may have happened throughout the years<br />
around the Fazbear’s restaurants.<br />
As the story is not explicitly told in the games, fans of the<br />
games developed their own proposed versions and theories.<br />
This is my version of the story.<br />
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Part One<br />
The Purple Guy<br />
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CHAPTER 1<br />
Fredbear’s Family Diner, 1973<br />
J<br />
eremy’s eighth birthday was supposed to be his happiest<br />
day. He knew Mom and Dad would buy him the purple<br />
bicycle he wanted so much, and he knew he would meet with all<br />
his friends and e<strong>at</strong> cake together, but nevertheless he was very<br />
anxious.<br />
Something about these Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, with their sharp<br />
endoskeleton teeth and nasty smiles, gave him the chills.<br />
Ever since his first visit to Fredbear’s Family Diner, <strong>at</strong> Tom’s<br />
birthday party, he could not forget how scared he was when those<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics got on stage. For anyone else they were cute<br />
singing mascots, but for him they were monstrous.<br />
There was Bonnie - a lavender rabbit anim<strong>at</strong>ronic, with his<br />
red guitar. Chica - a yellow anim<strong>at</strong>ronic chicken who carries a<br />
pink cupcake. Foxy - a large red anim<strong>at</strong>ronic fox, with a hook for<br />
his right hand, and an eye p<strong>at</strong>ch over his right eye. These hideous<br />
cre<strong>at</strong>ures were orchestr<strong>at</strong>ed by none other then Fredbear - a<br />
yellowish-brown bear anim<strong>at</strong>ronic, who wears a purple top h<strong>at</strong><br />
and a bowtie, while wielding a microphone in his right paw.<br />
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The last time Jeremy was in Fredbear’s Family Diner, he was<br />
able to avoid the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. But today was his birthday! He<br />
knew they would get him up to the stage and dance around him.<br />
Last night he even had a terrible nightmare about Fredbear<br />
who was biting his head while all the kids were dancing and<br />
laughing…<br />
When Jeremy and his parents entered the diner they were<br />
greeted by a man dressed in a golden Fredbear costume. Golden<br />
Fredbear put a purple party h<strong>at</strong> on Jeremy’s head and showed<br />
him to his table, in front of the stage.<br />
The other kids came shortly after, with their presents and wide<br />
smiles. Jeremy almost forgot about the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, and was<br />
playing with his friends, until Fredbear got on stage, followed by<br />
Foxy, Chica and Bonnie.<br />
The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics band started to sing and play, and suddenly<br />
Jeremy felt a big furry hand clutching his shoulder. It was the<br />
Golden Fredbear guy, who grabbed his hand firmly and pulled<br />
him up to the stage.<br />
Jeremy closed his eyes. He remembered his nightmare and<br />
suddenly it felt so real.<br />
The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics surrounded him and played a birthday song<br />
for him.<br />
“They’re just puppets …” Jeremy told himself. “They can’t<br />
harm me. They are cute and innocent…”<br />
He tried to crack a smile, but all he remembered was Fredbear<br />
biting his head in his nightmare.<br />
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Suddenly Fredbear grabbed his hand. Jeremy tried to pull his<br />
hand away but the grab was tight and firm!<br />
Jeremy felt his tears pouring down his face and cried, “Please!<br />
No! Let me go!”<br />
Fredbear looked <strong>at</strong> him and Jeremy felt his sinister eyes<br />
burning through his soul. Fredbear’s hold grew tighter, and<br />
Jeremy felt his hand become wet from swe<strong>at</strong> and blood.<br />
Jeremy pulled his wet hand away and pushed Fredbear’s face<br />
with his bloody hand, leaving a red palm print on the brown<br />
bear’s head.<br />
Jeremy looked around and saw his friends staring <strong>at</strong> him with<br />
amusement, some of them were laughing and pointing their<br />
fingers <strong>at</strong> him. Then he realized he wet his pants and everybody<br />
could see the growing stain!<br />
His friends’ laughter grew louder as Jeremy jumped off the<br />
stage and ran to the front doors.<br />
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CHAPTER 2<br />
Fredbear’s Family Diner, 1983<br />
J<br />
eremy was excited to finally drive alone, unsupervised, in<br />
his purple 1976 Chevy El-Camino. He entered his car and<br />
drove aimlessly around the empty streets.<br />
It was Sunday morning and the streets were calm and quiet.<br />
He felt like the captain of his bo<strong>at</strong>, sailing across red, orange and<br />
yellow autumn leaves.<br />
Suddenly he stopped <strong>at</strong> the corner. On his left he saw<br />
Fredbear’s Family Diner. He did not know how and why his car<br />
led him to this place. He had not stepped a foot in there since his<br />
horrible eighth birthday, and suddenly the memories came<br />
rushing back.<br />
Through the front window he could see a birthday party going<br />
on.<br />
He was about to drive away, when he saw a child emerging<br />
from the front door and collapsing in the parking lot.<br />
This image reminded him of Fredbear’s holding and crushing<br />
his hand. His heart skipped a be<strong>at</strong>.<br />
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He turned off the engine and got out of the car. While he was<br />
pacing towards the little boy, he was not sure whether he felt<br />
more sorry for him or more angry.<br />
The boy was crouching on the asphalt, sobbing. His hair was<br />
ginger and his skin was pale, but his eyes and cheeks were red<br />
and wet from crying.<br />
Jeremy put a firm hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Don’t cry,<br />
Don't cry!” He said, partly comforting and partly commanding.<br />
But the boy continued.<br />
Jeremy’s voice became more restless. “Stop crying!” He did<br />
not want the boy to be ridiculed by his friends. He did not want<br />
the boy to be afraid. “Don’t be a wuss!”<br />
Jeremy looked up and saw Fredbear staring <strong>at</strong> him through the<br />
glass doors.<br />
Jeremy’s hand moved from the boy’s shoulder to the back of<br />
his neck. “Stop crying! They are just stupid puppets from a<br />
stupid diner!”<br />
The sound of crying was gradually replaced by a sound of<br />
choking. The boy struggled to release Jeremy’s firm hand, but<br />
Jeremy was stronger, and he was not even paying <strong>at</strong>tention to the<br />
boy. He saw Fredbear’s eyes, he remembered Freddy’s grip, and<br />
he tightened his grip, until a blistering silence woke him up.<br />
The boy cried no more. His arms dangled to his sides like a<br />
lifeless puppet.<br />
Jeremy looked <strong>at</strong> the boy’s dead red eyes. “Good,” he<br />
whispered, “I told you to be quiet!”<br />
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He started to walk back to his car, and suddenly stopped and<br />
turned around. “I can’t leave the body here,” he thought, “I have<br />
״.it to hide<br />
He grabbed the body and moved quickly to the back of the<br />
diner. He felt Fredbear’s eyes following him, burning a hole in the<br />
back of his head.<br />
He wanted to hide the pale body in the green, smelly<br />
dumpsters, but then he saw the back door was left open. He<br />
peeked inside. It was some kind of a storage room. A perfect<br />
place to hide a body.<br />
He crouched inside, dragging the body behind him, kicking<br />
the door almost completely closed.<br />
The room was dark except for the sunshine th<strong>at</strong> peeked<br />
through the small crack he left <strong>at</strong> the door. The sunshine hit a<br />
colorful wooden box on the floor, below the shelves. It was big<br />
enough to hide a small child.<br />
Inside the box was a puppet, a marionette, lying lifelessly <strong>at</strong><br />
the bottom. The puppet had a white face with black, hollow eyes,<br />
rosy red cheeks, purple stripes stretching from the bottom of its<br />
eyes to the top of its mouth, and red lipstick painted on in an<br />
exagger<strong>at</strong>ed pucker. It was part of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics show, and<br />
was usually hanging on the stage.<br />
Jeremy lifted the pale boy and squeezed him into the wooden<br />
puppet box. He closed the box quietly then quickly left the<br />
storage room.<br />
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He strode back to his car, forcing himself to walk instead of<br />
run, as to not raise any suspicion.<br />
“No one will find the body,” Jeremy thought to himself while<br />
starting the car. But someone did.<br />
Fredbear followed the sounds to the storage room. The room<br />
was empty when he entered, but the marionette box was out of<br />
place.<br />
The ginger mother fainted when she saw Fredbear carrying<br />
her pale, dead boy in its big, furry arms.<br />
It took three months until Fredbear’s Family Diner went out of<br />
business. No one would come and celebr<strong>at</strong>e <strong>at</strong> the scene of a<br />
crime. The Fredbear franchise was sold to a new company,<br />
“Fazbear Entertainment,” along with the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics show.<br />
The new company fixed and retrofitted the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics,<br />
focusing mainly on the star of the show. He was also given a new<br />
black h<strong>at</strong>, black bowtie and a new name - “Freddy Fazbear”.<br />
The murderer was never found. The only two eyewitnesses -<br />
Freddy Fazbear and the Marionette - remained silent.<br />
But ever since the pale body squeezed against the Marionette<br />
inside the wooden box, every night, exactly <strong>at</strong> midnight, the<br />
Marionette opens its eyes and remembers a man with a choking<br />
hold and a purple car.<br />
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CHAPTER 3<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
eremy woke up <strong>at</strong> 11am, grabbed a half chewed piece of<br />
bacon from the refriger<strong>at</strong>or, took the newspaper from<br />
outside his neighbor’s front door, dragged his feet back to his<br />
house and dropped on the stained couch.<br />
He scanned the classified ads in the local newspaper. He<br />
desper<strong>at</strong>ely needed a job.<br />
He did not have much experience in anything. He usually was<br />
fired after a week or two, but it was never his fault, not if you<br />
asked him anyway. But he was willing to work hard this time, he<br />
really needed the money.<br />
“Now, wh<strong>at</strong> can I do?” he thought, as he flipped through the<br />
crisp newspaper.<br />
“I can flip hamburgers, no problem.” He marked a “V” on an<br />
ad.<br />
“I need to find something with arcade games, yeah. I’m very<br />
good <strong>at</strong> video games; it will be gre<strong>at</strong>,” he murmured to himself<br />
and continued searching.<br />
Suddenly his eyes landed on an ad with a familiar name.<br />
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HELP WANTED<br />
Grand Reopening!!!<br />
Vintage pizzeria given new life!<br />
Come be a part of the new face of<br />
Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza!<br />
Wh<strong>at</strong> could go wrong?<br />
$100.50 a week!<br />
To apply call:<br />
1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR<br />
“I can do this job,” he thought, “I’m not afraid of the stupid<br />
bear robot. I wonder wh<strong>at</strong> the job’s about.”<br />
He called the number. Apparently they needed a night guard.<br />
It’s easy money, just sitting around in the office, w<strong>at</strong>ching security<br />
cameras. Piece of cake. The guy on the phone gave him a quick<br />
interview and told him to be there tomorrow night.<br />
Jeremy felt excited. He was going to get a uniform, and put<br />
some law and order into Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. And the robots,<br />
well, they were just kids toys.<br />
Jeremy arrived <strong>at</strong> Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza <strong>at</strong> 11pm. A middle<br />
aged guy with a mustache opened the door and let him in.<br />
“Hi, are you the Phone Guy?” Jeremy asked.<br />
“Oh, no. He’s the management, I’m just the day guard. My<br />
name is Lars, Lars Capego<strong>at</strong>.”<br />
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“Hi, I’m Jeremy Fitzgerald. Nice to meet you,” Jeremy said<br />
politely and looked around.<br />
They were standing <strong>at</strong> the entrance of a large room near a<br />
stage. Three new versions of performing Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were<br />
standing motionless on the stage with their eyes open - Toy<br />
Freddy, Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie. They looked somewh<strong>at</strong><br />
similar to the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics he remembered, but their colors<br />
were brighter and their texture looked smoother, even in the dim<br />
light of the stage.<br />
At the far end of the room he saw a red and yellow carousel,<br />
and some arcade games <strong>at</strong> the corner. A balloon boy puppet was<br />
standing near the carousel, holding colorful balloons in one hand<br />
and a “Balloons!” sign in the other hand.<br />
At the corner on the left, was a glass counter with plush<br />
versions of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, posters of the four Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics,<br />
and a huge blue and purple music box. The music box was<br />
playing repe<strong>at</strong>edly “Pop! Goes The Weasel”.<br />
“OK Jeremy, welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza,” Lars said<br />
unenthusiastically, “Let me show you around. Follow me.”<br />
“So, this is the Stage Area, where the new Toy Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics<br />
perform,” Lars pointed towards the stage, “The Game Area is<br />
over there, with the carousel and arcades, and this is the Prize<br />
Corner, with the music box,” Lars looked over the Prize Corner<br />
and then pointed a finger towards a room entrance <strong>at</strong> the far<br />
end, “Th<strong>at</strong> room is the Kids’ Cove, where the little kids play.”<br />
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Lars started to walk past the stage, down the hallway. Jeremy<br />
followed him closely.<br />
“The restrooms are on your right, and in front is the Parts/<br />
Service room,” Lars said as he turned to look <strong>at</strong> Jeremy. “This is<br />
where we keep the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics for parts, you shouldn’t go<br />
in there,” Lars said and turned left down the hallway.<br />
“On your right and left are the Party rooms, and the office is<br />
<strong>at</strong> the end of the hallway,” Lars said imp<strong>at</strong>iently and entered the<br />
office.<br />
A folded purple uniform was laying on the table. Lars grabbed<br />
the uniform and threw it <strong>at</strong> Jeremy. “You can change in the<br />
restroom. I’ll wait here,” he said.<br />
Jeremy took the purple uniform with excitement. He liked the<br />
sense of authority the uniform made him feel and he also liked<br />
the color very much.<br />
He walked back to the restroom, changed quickly and looked<br />
<strong>at</strong> himself in the mirror. He liked it. He made a gun shape with<br />
his right fingers and pointed <strong>at</strong> his reflection with a sense of self<br />
importance.<br />
Lars was waiting restlessly in the office. When Jeremy finally<br />
returned, Lars jumped off the chair and let Jeremy take his place<br />
behind the desk.<br />
Jeremy s<strong>at</strong> down and stared <strong>at</strong> Lars, expecting him to continue<br />
his orient<strong>at</strong>ion.<br />
“Well,” Jeremy asked, “wh<strong>at</strong> do I do here?”<br />
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“Umm… Look… Well…” Lars staggered while peeking <strong>at</strong> his<br />
w<strong>at</strong>ch nervously. “I have to go now. Umm… I’m in a hurry…<br />
But your phone guy left you a message in the machine.” Lars<br />
pointed <strong>at</strong> the answering machine on the desk.<br />
“He’ll explain everything. Just listen to the messages every day<br />
and he will upd<strong>at</strong>e you on anything you need to know.”<br />
Jeremy nodded and noticed how Lars was peeking anxiously <strong>at</strong><br />
the hallway, as if he were waiting for a ghost to appear.<br />
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“Look… Umm… You’ll be fine. Just… just… listen to the<br />
tape, and… don’t be afraid.” Lars left the office quickly and<br />
disappeared into the dark hallway.<br />
“Wh<strong>at</strong> a weird, fearful man,” Jeremy thought.<br />
He looked around the office.<br />
The office had a large, dark entrance with two triangle<br />
warning signs on the wall above the entrance. On both the left<br />
and right walls there were large vents, and a LIGHT button<br />
positioned above each of the vents. The walls appeared to be<br />
made of grey concrete covered with blue and green-tiled strips of<br />
wallpaper. On the left wall there was a poster which read<br />
"CELEBRATE" and fe<strong>at</strong>ured the new Toy Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics band.<br />
The right wall fe<strong>at</strong>ured children's drawings of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics.<br />
The floors were made of black and white tiles. Monitors were<br />
positioned against the wall with thick wires connected to them.<br />
In front of him was a desk with some papers, a fan, a flashlight<br />
and an answering machine. On the floor next to him was a big,<br />
empty Freddy Fazbear head.<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> the answering machine and pressed PLAY.<br />
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CHAPTER 4<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
T<br />
he tape started to play and Jeremy heard the familiar voice<br />
from his job interview.<br />
“Uh, hello and welcome to your new job <strong>at</strong> the new Freddy<br />
Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the<br />
things you can expect to see during your first week here and to<br />
help you get started down this new and exciting career p<strong>at</strong>h.”<br />
“Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard<br />
about the old loc<strong>at</strong>ion, you know. Uh, some people still have a<br />
somewh<strong>at</strong> neg<strong>at</strong>ive impression of the company. Uh...th<strong>at</strong> old<br />
restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to<br />
reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun<br />
and above all, safety,“ Jeremy listened carefully and remembered<br />
the body he dumped in the puppet box. He smiled.<br />
“They've spent a small fortune on these new Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, uh,<br />
facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk<br />
around during the day. Isn't th<strong>at</strong> ne<strong>at</strong>?” The phone guy cleared<br />
his thro<strong>at</strong> and continued.<br />
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“But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of<br />
criminal d<strong>at</strong>abase, so they can detect a pred<strong>at</strong>or a mile away.<br />
Heck, we should be paying them to guard you.”<br />
“Hmm… Interesting…” Jeremy thought.<br />
“Uh, now th<strong>at</strong> being said,” The Phone Guy continued, “no<br />
new system's without its...kinks. Uh...you're only the second<br />
guard to work <strong>at</strong> th<strong>at</strong> loc<strong>at</strong>ion. Uh, the first guy finished his week,<br />
but complained about...conditions. Uh, we switched him over to<br />
the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right?”<br />
Jeremy thought about Lars and how he was so eager to leave.<br />
“Uh mainly he expressed concern th<strong>at</strong> certain characters<br />
seemed to move around <strong>at</strong> night, and even <strong>at</strong>tempted to get into<br />
his office. Now, from wh<strong>at</strong> we know, th<strong>at</strong> should be impossible.<br />
Uh, th<strong>at</strong> restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while<br />
our engineers don't really have an explan<strong>at</strong>ion for this, the<br />
working theory is th<strong>at</strong>...the robots were never given a proper<br />
‘night mode.’ So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the<br />
wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are,<br />
and in this case, th<strong>at</strong>'s your office. So our temporary solution is<br />
this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged<br />
to be wound up remotely. So just, every once in a while, switch<br />
over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few<br />
seconds. It doesn't seem to affect all of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, but it<br />
does affect...one of them.” Jeremy lifted his head and listened to<br />
the distant sound of the music box.<br />
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“Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier<br />
solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system,<br />
something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without<br />
his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've<br />
given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You<br />
can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want.<br />
Eventually anything th<strong>at</strong> wandered in, will wander back out.”<br />
Jeremy looked down <strong>at</strong> the empty Freddy Fazbear head on the<br />
floor.<br />
“Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern<br />
design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors<br />
for you to close, heh. But hey, you have a light! And even though<br />
your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So,<br />
don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think th<strong>at</strong>'s it.<br />
Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the<br />
Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up,<br />
piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow.”<br />
The tape stopped and in an instant it was all quiet, too quiet.<br />
Dead quiet. Jeremy could hear only his heavy bre<strong>at</strong>hing and his<br />
heart pounding.<br />
Suddenly he remembered. The music box! It stopped playing!<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> the monitors, trying to find the Prize Counter video<br />
feed.<br />
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“BANG! BANG!” He heard a dull banging sound coming<br />
from the left air vent. “Wh<strong>at</strong> was th<strong>at</strong>?!” he asked himself, while<br />
waving around the flashlight.<br />
He continued to zap quickly through the camera feeds. “Here<br />
it is, CAM 11, The Prize Corner!” He saw the silent music box<br />
through the monitor, and as he reached his hand to wind the<br />
music box, the box started to open, and slowly coming out of the<br />
box was the puppet, the same puppet whose box he used to hide<br />
the ginger boy five years ago!<br />
Jeremy could not spare a second. He pressed the “Wind Up<br />
Music Box” button, and the box began to play “Pop Goes the<br />
Weasel”. The puppet returned to the box, but the banging from<br />
the left vent grew louder!<br />
He put on the Freddy head, turned on the vent light, and<br />
waited.<br />
His heartbe<strong>at</strong>s synchronized with the banging sound, and after<br />
a while it was hard for him to tell whether it was his heart, the<br />
mysterious bangs, or both.<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> the monitors. All the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were in their<br />
places.<br />
The old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, Freddy, Foxy, Chica and Bonnie, were<br />
laying <strong>at</strong> the Parts/Service room. The new robots, Toy Freddy,<br />
Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie were standing motionless on the<br />
Show Stage.<br />
Toy Foxy, also known as Mangle, was sitting <strong>at</strong> Kid's Cove.<br />
Mangle appeared to be disfigured and mutil<strong>at</strong>ed, being almost<br />
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entirely an endoskeleton, except for its head, both of its hands,<br />
and one of its feet, which remained <strong>at</strong>tached to its endoskeleton.<br />
Jeremy could not hear the banging sound anymore. He wound<br />
the music box again and spent the rest of the night bre<strong>at</strong>hing<br />
and pointing his flashlight into the empty darkness.<br />
At 6am he heard bells, signaling the end of the night and his<br />
first shift.<br />
He felt tired, but relieved. "It wasn't so bad,” he thought.<br />
"Actually it's quite easy. Lars is just a coward, there is nothing to<br />
it. Just some robots making noises. Kids stuff."<br />
He thought tomorrow was going to be easy, but nothing could<br />
prepare him for wh<strong>at</strong> would happen next…<br />
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CHAPTER 5<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
eremy arrived <strong>at</strong> the pizzeria just in time to begin his<br />
second night shift. He wore his purple uniform and s<strong>at</strong><br />
behind the desk.<br />
The light on the answering machine was flashing. He was<br />
ready to listen to the new message and hoped there would not be<br />
any new surprising instructions. He pressed PLAY.<br />
“Ah...hello, hello! Uh, see, I told you your first night wouldn't<br />
be a problem. You're a n<strong>at</strong>ural!<br />
Uh, by now I'm sure you've noticed the older models sitting in<br />
the back room. Uh, those are from the previous loc<strong>at</strong>ion. We just<br />
use them for parts now. The idea <strong>at</strong> first was to repair them...uh,<br />
they even started retrofitting them with some of the newer<br />
technology, but they were just so ugly, you know? The smell...uh,<br />
so the company decided to go in a whole new direction and<br />
make them super kid-friendly. Uh, those older ones shouldn't be<br />
able to walk around, but if they do, the whole Freddy head trick<br />
should work on them too, so, wh<strong>at</strong>ever.”<br />
Jeremy looked <strong>at</strong> the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics through the Parts/<br />
Service camera feed, and grinned.<br />
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“Uh...heh...I love those old characters. Did you ever see Foxy<br />
the pir<strong>at</strong>e? Oh wait, hold on...oh yeah, Foxy. Uh, hey listen, th<strong>at</strong><br />
one was always a bit twitchy, uh...I'm not sure the Freddy head<br />
trick will work on Foxy, uh. If for some reason he activ<strong>at</strong>es during<br />
the night and you see him standing <strong>at</strong> the far end of the hall, just<br />
flash your light <strong>at</strong> him from time to time. Those older models<br />
would always get disoriented with bright lights. It would cause a<br />
system restart, or something. Uh, come to think of it, you might<br />
want to try th<strong>at</strong> on any room where something undesirable might<br />
be. It might hold them in place for a few seconds. Th<strong>at</strong> glitch<br />
might be in some of the newer models too.<br />
One more thing - don't forget the music box. I'll be honest, I<br />
never liked th<strong>at</strong> puppet thing. It was always...thinking, and it can<br />
go anywhere... I don't think a Freddy mask will fool it, so just<br />
don't forget the music box.<br />
Anyway, I'm sure it won't be a problem. Uh, have a good<br />
night, and talk to you tomorrow.”<br />
Jeremy sighed and looked through the camera feeds again.<br />
This time there was someone missing. Old Foxy!<br />
Jeremy lifted the flashlight, and as he pointed the light towards<br />
the dark hallway the flashlight slipped through his fingers and<br />
dropped to the floor. The b<strong>at</strong>teries popped out of the flashlight<br />
and rolled away under the desk.<br />
He heard footsteps coming from down the hallway.<br />
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“Come on! Where’re the b<strong>at</strong>teries? Hurry up!”<br />
He tried to reach for the b<strong>at</strong>teries, but they were too far away<br />
under the heavy desk.<br />
The footsteps grew louder.<br />
He gained all his strength and pushed the desk about 2 inches.<br />
He tried to reach for the b<strong>at</strong>teries again. He could feel them <strong>at</strong><br />
the tip of his fingers.<br />
The footsteps grew louder, and the sound of the distant music<br />
box started to fade away.<br />
He stretched his fingers as far as he could. “Got it!”<br />
He grabbed the b<strong>at</strong>teries and stuffed them quickly inside the<br />
flashlight. He turned on the flashlight and pointed the beam into<br />
the hallway.<br />
The light illumin<strong>at</strong>ed Foxy’s head, with his p<strong>at</strong>ched eye and<br />
sharp teeth. Foxy was closer than he thought, just one step from<br />
the office.<br />
Foxy froze looking <strong>at</strong> Jeremy. A cold terror ran through<br />
Jeremy’s body. Suddenly, Foxy turned around and walked back.<br />
It was silence again. “The music box!” Jeremy gasped.<br />
Jeremy scrambled to the monitors and wound the music box,<br />
just before the puppet popped out.<br />
He s<strong>at</strong> back and took a deep bre<strong>at</strong>h, followed by a sigh of<br />
relief. His forehead was covered in swe<strong>at</strong>.<br />
He put his elbows on the desk, rested his face on his palms and<br />
closed his eyes. He wished the time would pass fast.<br />
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He did not know how long he was sitting with his eyes closed.<br />
It felt like ages.<br />
Suddenly he saw the Puppet staring <strong>at</strong> him with his shining,<br />
sinister eyes. He was only an inch away from his face!<br />
The puppet opened his mouth as if he was about to swallow<br />
him. When his mouth was wide open, the Puppet’s face became<br />
the ginger boy.<br />
“You’re gonna die!” the ginger boy said, and Jeremy screamed<br />
in panic.<br />
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And then he woke up. His palms and forehead were cold and<br />
swe<strong>at</strong>y and his heart was be<strong>at</strong>ing out of his chest.<br />
He looked around. The ginger boy and the Puppet were gone.<br />
“Was it all a dream?” he thought. “It all seemed so real.”<br />
He spent the rest of the night fighting to keep the<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics away from the office, and after long hours he<br />
finally heard the sweet sound of the 6 o'clock bells.<br />
He was just about to leave when the telephone rang. He let the<br />
machine answer.<br />
"Uh, hello, hi, this is me, the entertainment guy,” said the<br />
strange voice on the phone. He sounded like he was talking<br />
through his nose.<br />
"Well, I'm a little sick, and…and…” a sneeze. "So I can't come<br />
to the birthday party today, sorry. Uh, but I'm sure you can find<br />
someone else in there to wear the bear costume. Sorry. Bye now."<br />
Jeremy stood by the phone and thought for a while. "Yes, I<br />
should pay these guys a visit during the day."<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> the flashing red light on the answering machine<br />
and pressed the DELETE button. It was no longer flashing.<br />
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CHAPTER 6<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
eremy took a Golden Freddy costume from the Parts/<br />
Service room on his way out.<br />
He needed a rest before he came back as a party entertainer.<br />
He <strong>at</strong>e some cereal with milk for breakfast and took a nap on his<br />
stained couch. It was a good dreamless sleep th<strong>at</strong> boosted his<br />
energy.<br />
At noon he entered the pizzeria, wearing the Golden Freddy<br />
costume. He did not say a word and only waved <strong>at</strong> the children<br />
playing cheerfully around him.<br />
The new Toy Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, were<br />
taking their positions on stage. Lars was standing near the Prize<br />
Corner, wearing the purple guard uniform. He did not pay<br />
<strong>at</strong>tention to Jeremy and apparently did not recognize him.<br />
The birthday party started exactly <strong>at</strong> 1pm. Jeremy showed the<br />
kids to their se<strong>at</strong>s in front of the stage, and gave them pointed<br />
colorful party h<strong>at</strong>s. Some of them carried plush toys of the<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, which they won <strong>at</strong> the arcades and took from the<br />
Prize Corner.<br />
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The birthday boy had a golden paper crown on his head and<br />
he seamed very pleased.<br />
The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics started to sing birthday songs. Jeremy,<br />
dressed as Golden Freddy, clapped his hands over his head and<br />
stirred up the kids to join in with the claps.<br />
Toy Freddy pointed <strong>at</strong> the birthday boy, and Jeremy grabbed<br />
his hand and helped him to climb to the stage.<br />
The birthday boy took one clumsy step and fell on his face.<br />
Some of the kids laughed and pointed their fingers <strong>at</strong> him.<br />
Jeremy looked down <strong>at</strong> them with anger. He helped the boy<br />
up, the boy smiled with embarrassment and rubbed his pants.<br />
The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics continued to play and sing, and the boy joined<br />
them.<br />
Jeremy looked back <strong>at</strong> the boys in the crowd. Something about<br />
their laughing and finger pointing reminded him of the shame<br />
he felt when he was crying and wetting his pants on a very<br />
similar stage. <strong>Five</strong> of those kids, three boys and two girls, lost<br />
interest in the show and sneaked to the Game Area.<br />
Jeremy stepped down from the stage and approached the kids<br />
who were playing the arcades away from the other children and<br />
parents.<br />
“Hello kids!” he exclaimed, trying to mimic a bear voice.<br />
“Do you want to e<strong>at</strong> a cake?” he bent over and asked in a low<br />
voice, as if he were making an exclusive offer, just for them.<br />
“Yes!” The kids cried together as a choir.<br />
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“Follow me,” he whispered and started to walk. When he<br />
entered the hallway he looked back. The five kids followed him<br />
like sheep towards the empty Party Room.<br />
The birthday cake was sitting inside a white cardboard box, in<br />
the middle of a long table.<br />
Jeremy grabbed a knife and signaled the kids to come close to<br />
the cake.<br />
“Be quiet kids,” he whispered. “We don’t want the other kids<br />
to come and e<strong>at</strong> our cake, do we?”<br />
The kids nodded excitedly and giggled. He knew they would<br />
be the type of kids who would r<strong>at</strong>her e<strong>at</strong> the whole cake and<br />
leave nothing to their friends. The kind of kids who would be<br />
happy to w<strong>at</strong>ch their friends suffer.<br />
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The kids moved closer and stood around the cake. Jeremy<br />
slowly opened the cake box, and as the children leaned in<br />
expectantly, Jeremy raised the knife and with a few swift motions<br />
stabbed the very surprised kids.<br />
He did not have a second to waste. He wiped the blood off the<br />
knife with a paper towel, stuffed the dirty towel in one of the<br />
kids’ pockets, and dragged the bodies to the nearby Parts/Service<br />
Room, one by one.<br />
He laid the bodies beside the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. The<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were laying still, like the dead kids. He then figured<br />
the mechanism to open the endoskeleton of the robots.<br />
“No one will ever find them here,” he thought as he stuffed the<br />
kids inside the robots.<br />
After three minutes there was not a single trace of the five<br />
kids. There were only five old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics - Freddy Fazbear,<br />
Foxy, Chica, Bonnie and a very old version of Golden Freddy.<br />
Underne<strong>at</strong>h the costume he was still wearing, Jeremy felt swe<strong>at</strong><br />
rolling down his forehead and stinging his eyes. He removed the<br />
Golden Freddy head and wiped the swe<strong>at</strong> off with his sleeve.<br />
He looked up and immedi<strong>at</strong>ely his eyes darted to the security<br />
camera on the wall. He knew exactly wh<strong>at</strong> he needed to do next.<br />
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CHAPTER 7<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
eremy put on the Golden Freddy mask once again and<br />
returned to the Stage Area.<br />
Lars was standing <strong>at</strong> the end of the room. Jeremy slowly<br />
approached, doubled over and clutching his stomach.<br />
“Hey man, are you all right?” Lars asked the costumed man<br />
with concern.<br />
“No… I need your help… please,” Jeremy said, pretending to<br />
be in gre<strong>at</strong> pain.<br />
“I don’t feel well… it’s my stomach… I need you to cover for<br />
me,” Jeremy said in a low tone of voice.<br />
“Wh<strong>at</strong> do you mean?” Lars asked and seamed a little worried.<br />
“I have to go home and rest, or maybe see a doctor, I don’t<br />
know, I don’t feel well and I need someone to replace me,”<br />
Jeremy said pleadingly.<br />
“Look, you only have to wear the costume and bring the kids<br />
to the party room after the show and cut the cake. The<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics will do the entertaining.”<br />
“I… I don’t know…,” Lars stuttered.<br />
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“Look man, you’ll get my paycheck. I… I really have to go!”<br />
Jeremy insisted, doubled over.<br />
“OK, I’ll do it,” Lars said and sighed.<br />
“Gre<strong>at</strong>! Thanks man, I appreci<strong>at</strong>e it!” Jeremy said as relief<br />
washed over him.<br />
“I’ll leave the Golden Freddy suit in the Service room. Give<br />
me five minutes,” he said and moved quickly to the Parts/Service<br />
room.<br />
He ripped off the costume hurriedly. Underne<strong>at</strong>h he was<br />
already wearing his purple guard uniform. He put on a purple<br />
guard cap and lowered the brim over his eyes. He then left the<br />
room and hurried to the office.<br />
Inside the office he looked through the camera feeds. He<br />
rewinded the tape of the Parts/Service camera and pressed<br />
PLAY.<br />
He w<strong>at</strong>ched himself opening the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics and hiding<br />
the bodies inside the endoskeletons, while being dressed as<br />
Golden Freddy. The camera captured his face clearly, after he<br />
had removed the Golden Freddy head and wiped his brow.<br />
He rewinded the tape again and started to record the currently<br />
empty room, thereby replacing the incrimin<strong>at</strong>ing video. He then<br />
went on to carefully screen all the security footage to ensure th<strong>at</strong><br />
his face did not appear in any of the videos.<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> the camera feed of the Parts/Service room<br />
again, and saw Lars putting on the Golden Freddy suit.<br />
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He smiled smugly to himself and sneaked quickly out of the<br />
pizzeria, carefully avoiding the cameras, walking only in their<br />
blind spots.<br />
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CHAPTER 8<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
eremy returned to the pizzeria in the evening. Lars was still<br />
<strong>at</strong> the office.<br />
“Hi Lars,” he said, “how are you doing?”<br />
"I... I don't know." Lars sounded confused.<br />
"Wh<strong>at</strong> happened?" Jeremy asked in an innocent voice.<br />
"There was this birthday party today...and... and... I was left<br />
alone, and...well... Some kids are mis-missing,” Lars stammered.<br />
"Wh<strong>at</strong> do you mean?" Jeremy acted surprised.<br />
"They were <strong>at</strong> the party, but <strong>at</strong> some point they left the show<br />
and… and… no one saw them again."<br />
"They probably left the pizzeria and went somewhere else.<br />
You know, kids. It's not your fault,” Jeremy said in a comforting<br />
voice.<br />
"I don't know,” Lars said. “Some of the parents talked about<br />
the m… m… murder of the kid th<strong>at</strong> happened in the old diner<br />
four years ago. They were panicked. And the police were here<br />
about an hour ago. They asked me some questions and told me<br />
not to leave town.”<br />
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"Don't worry. The police will find them." Jeremy smiled<br />
knowing the police would be mislead by the recently edited<br />
footage.<br />
“Did they look <strong>at</strong> the security tapes?” he asked.<br />
“No, I don’t think so,” Lars said with excitement and looked <strong>at</strong><br />
Jeremy as if a new hope had brought him back to life.<br />
“Well, I’m sure they will, if they don’t find the children by<br />
tomorrow,” Jeremy said and p<strong>at</strong>ted on Lars’ shoulder. “Perhaps<br />
I’ll look into it myself tonight, if our robot friends let me.”<br />
Jeremy took a se<strong>at</strong> behind the desk as Lars started to leave.<br />
Suddenly Lars stopped and looked over his shoulder.<br />
“You had better w<strong>at</strong>ch those old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. They seem<br />
aggressive tonight, even more than usual,” Lars warned as he<br />
disappeared into the dark hallway.<br />
Jeremy thought of the dead children inside of the old robots,<br />
and wondered…<br />
The answering machine was blinking. “Gre<strong>at</strong>, another<br />
message,” he thought and pressed PLAY reluctantly.<br />
“Hello, hello! See? I told you you wouldn't have any<br />
problems!” The Phone Guy said with a phony enthusiasm.<br />
“Did...uh... Did Foxy ever appear in the hallway? Probably<br />
not. I was just curious. Like I said, he was always my favorite.<br />
They tried to remake Foxy, you know? Uh, they thought the first<br />
one was too scary, so they redesigned him to be more kid-friendly<br />
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and put him in Kid's Cove. To keep the toddlers entertained, you<br />
know... But kids these days just can't keep their hands to<br />
themselves. The staff literally had to put Foxy back together after<br />
every shift. So eventually they stopped trying and left him as<br />
some 'take apart and put back together' <strong>at</strong>traction. Now he's just<br />
a mess of parts. I think the employees refer to him as just ‘The<br />
Mangle’. ”<br />
“Oh, hey, before I go, uh, I wanted to ease your mind about<br />
any rumors you might have heard l<strong>at</strong>ely. Uh, you know how<br />
these local stories come and go and seldom mean anything. I can<br />
personally assure you, th<strong>at</strong> wh<strong>at</strong>ever is going on out there, and<br />
however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our<br />
establishment. It's just all rumor and specul<strong>at</strong>ion... People trying<br />
to make a buck. You know... Uh, our guard during the day has<br />
reported nothing unusual. And he's on w<strong>at</strong>ch from opening ’til<br />
close.”<br />
Jeremy smiled <strong>at</strong> the answering machine and thought how this<br />
guy had no idea.<br />
“Okay, well anyway, hang in there and I'll talk to you<br />
tomorrow.” The recording stopped.<br />
Lars was right. The old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were much more active<br />
in th<strong>at</strong> night, and their frowning faces showed anger and hostility.<br />
Nevertheless, Jeremy was more experienced and less fearful<br />
than he was on his first night as a guard. He could anticip<strong>at</strong>e<br />
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every move they made, and drove them away using the lights, the<br />
mask, and the music box.<br />
But now, each time he w<strong>at</strong>ched them through the security<br />
cameras, they looked back in anger, as if they were saying “We’re<br />
gonna get you next time!”<br />
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CHAPTER 9<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
T<br />
he next day, the pizzeria was crowded with police officers.<br />
Policemen and volunteers circled the pizzeria and looked<br />
for clues around every tree and trash can.<br />
Police investig<strong>at</strong>ors questioned every adult and every child who<br />
was present during the birthday party.<br />
Crime scene specialists dusted every arcade game and every<br />
piece of furniture, looking for fingerprints. Before they left they<br />
took the security tapes, in order to w<strong>at</strong>ch and analyze them in the<br />
lab.<br />
Jeremy returned to the scene of the crime before midnight,<br />
wound the music box, s<strong>at</strong> on the chair with his legs up on the<br />
desk, and played the blinking answering machine.<br />
“Hello? Hello? Uh, hey there, night four! I told you you'd get<br />
the hang of it!”<br />
Jeremy continued to listen while w<strong>at</strong>ching the angry<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics through the camera feeds.<br />
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“OK, so uh, just to upd<strong>at</strong>e you, uh, there's been somewh<strong>at</strong> of<br />
an, uh, investig<strong>at</strong>ion going on. Uh, we may end up having to<br />
close for a few days... I don't know. I want to emphasize though<br />
th<strong>at</strong> it's really just a precaution. Uh, Fazbear Entertainment<br />
denies any wrongdoing. These things happen sometimes. Um...<br />
It'll all get sorted out in a few days. Just keep an eye on things and<br />
I'll keep you posted.”<br />
Jeremy heard steps coming down the air vent and put on the<br />
Freddy head.<br />
“Uh, just as a side note though, try to avoid eye contact with<br />
any of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics tonight if you can. Someone may have<br />
tampered with their facial recognition systems - we're not sure.<br />
But the characters have been acting very unusual, almost<br />
aggressively towards the staff. They interact with the kids just<br />
fine, but when they encounter an adult, they just...stare.<br />
Uh...Anyways, hang tight. It'll all pass. Good night!”<br />
At 6am, after a long night with blood thirsty Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, the<br />
bells finally rang.<br />
At exactly the same time, in another part of town, loud heavy<br />
knocks on Lars’ door woke him up in panic. It was the police.<br />
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CHAPTER 10<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
fter w<strong>at</strong>ching the security camera feeds from the time of<br />
the party, including the tapes, which clearly showed Lars<br />
putting on the bear costume, and a man in a bear costume<br />
stabbing the children, the police arrested Lars Capego<strong>at</strong>.<br />
Lars insisted th<strong>at</strong> he was innocent, only replacing the<br />
entertainer who suddenly fell sick, and th<strong>at</strong> the entertainer must<br />
have been the murderer.<br />
The police almost believed him, but it turned out the<br />
entertainment guy really was sick, and he was not <strong>at</strong> the pizzeria<br />
<strong>at</strong> all. His doctor and his mother confirmed he was laying in his<br />
bed the whole day.<br />
Lars was unable to tell the police where the children were, and<br />
wh<strong>at</strong> he did with the bodies. The police continued to search for<br />
the dead children, while interrog<strong>at</strong>ing the sleepless and hopeless<br />
Lars Capego<strong>at</strong>.<br />
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CHAPTER 11<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
eremy felt optimistic when he came back to the pizzeria in<br />
the evening. He figured Lars had already been arrested by<br />
now.<br />
He s<strong>at</strong> by the desk and listened to the daily message from the<br />
Phone Guy.<br />
“Hello, hello? Hey, good job, night five! Um, hey, um, keep a<br />
close eye on things tonight, ok? Um, from wh<strong>at</strong> I understand, the<br />
building is on lockdown, uh, no one is allowed in or out, y'know,<br />
especially concerning any...previous employees. Um, when we get<br />
it all sorted out, we may move you to the day shift, a position just<br />
became...available. Uh, we don't have a replacement for your<br />
shift yet, but we're working on it. Uh, we're going to try to<br />
contact the original restaurant owner. Uh, I think the name of<br />
the place was… Fredbear's Family Diner or something like th<strong>at</strong>.<br />
It's been closed for years though, I doubt we'll be able to track<br />
anybody down. Ugh, so just get through one more night! Uh,<br />
hang in there! Goodnight!”<br />
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Jeremy smiled and put his feet on the desk. “They’re gonna<br />
promote me to the day shift!” he thought as he waved the<br />
flashlight.<br />
The flashlight beam moved lazily across the dark hallway<br />
before suddenly landing on Foxy’s face, who stood in the hallway<br />
and stared <strong>at</strong> Jeremy menacingly with his mouth open, revealing<br />
a very sharp set of teeth.<br />
Jeremy moved from the desk with his newfound confidence<br />
and came closer to the hallway. He shined the light directly into<br />
Foxy’s eyes and cried “Come and get me, boy!”<br />
Foxy released a bloodcurdling scream and turned away.<br />
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The next morning the police continued the search for the<br />
missing children.<br />
At midnight, just as Jeremy entered the office wearing a fake<br />
smile and a purple uniform, the police called off the search in<br />
the pizzeria. They came to the conclusion the kids were taken<br />
away from the pizzeria, and the investig<strong>at</strong>ion focused on Lar’s<br />
interrog<strong>at</strong>ion.<br />
Lars, who was deprived of sleep, started to tell stories about<br />
hiding kids all over town. He was not sure himself whether he<br />
was telling the truth. Perhaps he was just hallucin<strong>at</strong>ing. He just<br />
wanted to sleep and be left alone.<br />
Jeremy waited for all the police officers to leave before playing<br />
the answering machine.<br />
“Hello? Hello...uh...wh<strong>at</strong> on earth are you doing there, uh did<br />
not you get the memo, uh, the place is closed down, uh, <strong>at</strong> least<br />
for a while. Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the<br />
back, a yellow one, someone used it... now none of them are<br />
acting right. Listen j-just finish your shift it’s safer than trying to<br />
leave in the middle of the night. Uh, we have one more event<br />
scheduled for tomorrow, a birthday. You’ll be on day shift, wear<br />
your uniform, stay close to the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, make sure they<br />
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don’t hurt anyone okay, uh for now just make it through the<br />
night, uh when the place eventually opens again I’ll probably<br />
take the night shift myself. Okay, good night and good luck.”<br />
“Finally!” Jeremy thought in excitement. “I am a day guard!”.<br />
At the end of his night shift Jeremy hurried home and rested<br />
for a couple of hours.<br />
He was still sleepy when he woke up, but he had to be on time<br />
for his first shift as a day guard.<br />
He drank a cup of strong black coffee, put on his purple<br />
uniform and drove back to the pizzeria.<br />
Of course he did not know this was also his last day <strong>at</strong> “Freddy<br />
Fazbear’s Pizza”.<br />
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CHAPTER 12<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
J<br />
eremy strutted like a peacock around the stage area and<br />
observed the kids who were pouring into the pizzeria, to<br />
celebr<strong>at</strong>e their friend’s birthday party.<br />
Some of the parents were too afraid to send their children to<br />
Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, in light of the recent incident. But,<br />
nevertheless, there were enough children to crowd the Game<br />
Area.<br />
“They trust the new security guard!” he thought and smiled.<br />
He knew this day would be perfect. He would not let any kid,<br />
or any Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic for th<strong>at</strong> m<strong>at</strong>ter, ruin his euphoric mood of<br />
self-accomplishment.<br />
At 11am the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics band climbed the stage and<br />
prepared for the show.<br />
The regular entertainment guy, dressed like a Golden Freddy,<br />
circled around the children and urged them to find se<strong>at</strong>s in front<br />
of the stage.<br />
The Toy Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics started the show and sang their<br />
repertoire of birthday songs.<br />
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Suddenly Jeremy heard soft whispers in his ears, “Purple<br />
Man!”. It was a child’s voice.<br />
He looked around confusedly. The children were laughing and<br />
singing. Nobody was looking <strong>at</strong> him, but still he heard the creepy<br />
child voice, “Hey, Purple Guy!”<br />
It seemed the voices came from both everywhere and nowhere<br />
<strong>at</strong> the same time. He was not sure.<br />
“Purple Guy!”<br />
In search of the voice, he turned around and walked slowly<br />
towards the Parts/Service Room, where all the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics<br />
and spare parts were stored. It was also where the dead missing<br />
children were hidden.<br />
He looked inside the room. The robots were lying motionless<br />
like rag-dolls, but their heads were turned towards him and their<br />
eyes were gazing furiously <strong>at</strong> him. They smelled like de<strong>at</strong>h and<br />
he suddenly felt cold.<br />
“It is you, Purple Guy!”<br />
He heard the creepy voice again, this time it was clearly<br />
coming from behind him. He turned around and walked quickly<br />
back to the stage area, still searching for the voice.<br />
“Purple! Purple Guy!” The voices were all around him again.<br />
Suddenly he started to hear the familiar song, “Pop! Goes the<br />
Weasel,” coming from the Prize Corner. He saw the menacing<br />
Puppet dancing on the music box, his arms waving around like<br />
some invisible puppeteer was pulling his strings.<br />
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In the meantime, the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics continued to play and sing<br />
cheerfully on the stage; no one else seemed to hear the music<br />
box.<br />
He came closer to the Puppet, and suddenly the music<br />
stopped. The Puppet stopped dancing and only stared <strong>at</strong> Jeremy<br />
with its resentful cold eyes, and pointed his wooden hand towards<br />
the entrance of the Kid’s Cove.<br />
Jeremy continued to walk slowly towards the Kids’ Cove. The<br />
voices grew louder.<br />
“Purple Guy!”<br />
He peeked cautiously inside the room. It was empty. Too<br />
empty. He felt th<strong>at</strong> something was missing.<br />
“The Mangle!” he thought. “Where is the Mangle?”<br />
“Come here, Purple Guy!” He heard the eerie voice coming<br />
from inside the Kid’s Cove. It was louder than ever.<br />
He stepped inside the room with trembling legs. It was quiet.<br />
Suddenly, he heard a bloodcurdling scream.<br />
He looked up in horror. The Mangle was hanging upside<br />
down from the ceiling. His deformed face loaded with sharp<br />
teeth suddenly swung down towards Jeremy.<br />
From th<strong>at</strong> point Jeremy neither heard nor saw anything. He<br />
only felt blood pouring down his eyes. He could not feel his legs.<br />
He fell unconscious, face down.<br />
The Mangle landed on its feet besides him, spitting out wh<strong>at</strong><br />
appeared to be a chunk of Jeremy’s bloody head.<br />
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CHAPTER 13<br />
Freddy Fazbear Pizza, 1987<br />
T<br />
he owners of the pizzeria called the incident “an<br />
unfortun<strong>at</strong>e accident,” but this time the public was not<br />
convinced. The rumors about ghosts haunting the place sounded<br />
more reasonable.<br />
Reports about head-biting robots in the local newspapers,<br />
along with front page articles about the Fazbear Pizza serial<br />
killer, quickly amounted to just too much bad publicity.<br />
The violent incident involving the Mangle led the owners of<br />
the pizzeria to believe th<strong>at</strong> the Toy Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics malfunctioned,<br />
and therefore all the Toy Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were quickly scrapped.<br />
Nevertheless, no one ever came back to the pizzeria, and all<br />
future birthdays orders were canceled.<br />
A month after the biting incident, the pizzeria shut down<br />
completely.<br />
The building remained empty. The owners could not find a<br />
buyer. The grass around it grew wild, and most of the windows<br />
were shuttered by local teens who developed “The Fazbear<br />
Game of Courage”, in which the winner would be the one who<br />
stayed inside the dark and empty pizzeria the longest after<br />
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midnight. No one was brave enough to stay more than 45<br />
minutes.<br />
The photos of the missing children, hanged by their parents<br />
on a board outside the entrance of the pizzeria, slowly faded<br />
away, becoming colorless, faceless pictures of some past<br />
unfortun<strong>at</strong>e kids.<br />
Six years after the “Bite of ’87”, a new “Freddy Fazbear<br />
Pizza” reopened.<br />
The owners thought six years would be enough time for most<br />
people to forget about any wrongdoings and ghost stories.<br />
The restaurant was opened <strong>at</strong> a new and much smaller<br />
loc<strong>at</strong>ion.<br />
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The owners, who lost a lot of money with the old pizzeria,<br />
could not afford a bigger place, and imposed a strict savings<br />
regimen on the employees, including budgetary use of electricity.<br />
After scrapping the Toy Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, the owners decided to<br />
go back to the old Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, and had to repair, clean, repaint<br />
and retrofit them so they would be suitable to perform on stage.<br />
It took a long time to get rid of the de<strong>at</strong>hlike stench they<br />
somehow gained in the old Parts/Service room.<br />
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Part Two<br />
Awakening<br />
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CHAPTER 14<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, Mike’s 1 st Night<br />
M<br />
ike Schmidt was a freshman college student. He was the<br />
captain of his football team in high school, chairman of<br />
the students committee, and first student in his class.<br />
The owners of Fazbear Entertainment wanted to brand the<br />
new place as very secure and safe, so they were excited when<br />
such a successful student applied for the security guard position,<br />
even if it was just a temporary summer job.<br />
Mike was going to start his new job on Monday. In the week<br />
before Mike’s arrival, the assistant manager of the pizzeria, who<br />
had also given Mike his phone interview, worked as a night guard<br />
and recorded instructions for the new employee using the office<br />
answering machine.<br />
Mike parked his car near the entrance of Freddy Fazbear’s<br />
Pizza and examined the dark building. It was smaller than the<br />
one he remembered from his childhood.<br />
He stepped into the empty restaurant after closing hours, as<br />
instructed during his phone interview.<br />
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The air inside was hot and humid.<br />
Trying to adjust to the darkness, he squinted his eyes and<br />
looked around.<br />
He was in a large room which appeared to be a dining area.<br />
The room was furnished with six tables lined up in three rows,<br />
ready for parties. The tables were dressed in white and sprinkled<br />
with confetti p<strong>at</strong>terns. Black chairs lined the tables on both sides.<br />
As he walked around the quiet room, he could only hear the<br />
tapping of his shoes against the blue and red tiled floor.<br />
He stood in front of the Stage Area. Three Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were<br />
standing frozen on stage - Freddy Fazbear, Chica and Bonnie.<br />
They held their instruments and posed like they were in the<br />
middle of a show, but they were still and silent and seemed to<br />
ignore his presence.<br />
Mike continued his explor<strong>at</strong>ion around the dim dining area.<br />
On his right was a door leading to the restrooms. On the left of<br />
the stage was a door with a sign th<strong>at</strong> said “EMPLOYEES<br />
ONLY”.<br />
He looked inside curiously. It was a small room which was<br />
used to store spare Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic parts. Heads and body parts<br />
belonging to Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were laying around the<br />
room. An empty endoskeleton was laying on a small table. The<br />
room gave him the creeps, so Mike returned quickly to the<br />
Dining Area.<br />
Next he checked out the “Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove”. Instead of a door, the<br />
entrance to the “Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove” was a large, cylindrical, purple-<br />
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colored curtain, covered in stars and sparkles. A sign placed in<br />
front of the curtain read “SORRY! OUT OF ORDER.”<br />
He cautiously pulled the curtain a little and curiously peeked<br />
inside. The room was dark except for a pair of bright white eyes<br />
staring <strong>at</strong> him. He felt uncomfortable and backed away.<br />
He continued to feel the bright eyes on him as he was pacing<br />
in the dining area towards the office.<br />
From the Dining Area two dark hallways led to the office.<br />
Near the entrance to the eastern hallway was a kitchen door. He<br />
decided he would save the kitchen for l<strong>at</strong>er. He walked through<br />
the western hallway instead, and passed by the door of a supply<br />
closet. Children’s drawings of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics decor<strong>at</strong>ed the<br />
walls.<br />
The floor was littered with papers and trash.<br />
“I guess they did not hire a cleaning person yet,” he thought<br />
and frowned in disgust as he accidentally kicked a paper cup th<strong>at</strong><br />
was laying on the floor.<br />
The hallway ended with an opened entrance to the office on<br />
his left.<br />
The Office was a small, compact room.<br />
Against the wall stood a desk, on top of which s<strong>at</strong> a few<br />
electronic monitoring devices, a fan, and a telephone answering<br />
machine. Wires ran up to the ceiling from the monitoring<br />
devices. The desk had two drawers, and underne<strong>at</strong>h it a big<br />
speaker covered by a spider web.<br />
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On either side of the desk were large glass windows, as well as<br />
two wide open doors th<strong>at</strong> led to the shadowy eastern and western<br />
hallways.<br />
A black, worn out cushioned chair stood against the table. A<br />
clean purple uniform was ne<strong>at</strong>ly folded on the chair.<br />
“I guess th<strong>at</strong>’s mine,” he thought and changed quickly. The<br />
clothes fit perfectly, but he felt a little silly wearing a purple<br />
uniform.<br />
Next to each opened door was a panel with two square<br />
buttons. The upper buttons were labeled “DOOR”, and the<br />
lower buttons were labeled “LIGHT”.<br />
The wall behind the desk was adorned with a poster of<br />
Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy Fazbear on stage, the top of which<br />
read "CELEBRATE!" in large letters. Next to the poster were<br />
drawings, which were seemingly drawn by children.<br />
The floor tiles were black and white checkered, m<strong>at</strong>ched by<br />
the same p<strong>at</strong>terns on the walls.<br />
Mike s<strong>at</strong> down slowly on the chair. It was quite comfortable.<br />
He rocked slightly on the chair and inspected the monitoring<br />
devices.<br />
The main monitor displayed some kind of schem<strong>at</strong>ic map of<br />
the building with marks of security cameras in each room.<br />
A panel of 10 buttons numbered CAM1 to CAM10 enabled<br />
switching between the security feeds displayed on the main<br />
monitor.<br />
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A small monitor, underne<strong>at</strong>h the main one, displayed a power<br />
usage indic<strong>at</strong>or. It read, “Power left: 99%,” and as for usage only<br />
one bar, the minimum, was displayed.<br />
The light from the monitors made his wide dil<strong>at</strong>ed pupils<br />
contract and lose their dark sensitivity. Mike looked through the<br />
windows on his left and right. It seemed pitch black outside and<br />
he felt like the darkness was pouring through the windows and<br />
starting to envelop him. For the first time this night he felt lonely,<br />
and once again creeped out.<br />
He reached his arms towards the LIGHT switches on his left<br />
and right. The eastern and western hallway lights turned on.<br />
He felt relieved as the light from the hallways illumin<strong>at</strong>ed the<br />
office. He let the light wash over him and it felt like a refreshing<br />
breeze after strolling through the pizzeria in the suffoc<strong>at</strong>ing dark.<br />
But his feeling of relief soon turned into nervousness, as he<br />
looked <strong>at</strong> the bottom monitor which now showed “Power left:<br />
94%.”<br />
He immedi<strong>at</strong>ely turned the hallway lights off and wondered<br />
whether the place had enough energy to last until sunrise.<br />
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CHAPTER 15<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, Mike’s 1 st Night<br />
J<br />
ike s<strong>at</strong> in the poorly lit office for a few minutes and stared<br />
<strong>at</strong> the power usage indic<strong>at</strong>or, until he realized the<br />
answering machine light was blinking.<br />
The voice from the phone broke the disturbing silence.<br />
“Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to<br />
help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked<br />
in th<strong>at</strong> office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a<br />
m<strong>at</strong>ter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm<br />
here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine.<br />
So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?”<br />
Mike nodded <strong>at</strong> the answering machine and kept listening.<br />
“Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the<br />
company th<strong>at</strong> I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing,<br />
you know. Um, ‘Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical<br />
place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come<br />
to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to<br />
property or person. Upon discovering th<strong>at</strong> damage or de<strong>at</strong>h has<br />
occurred, a missing person report will be filed within ninety days,<br />
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or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned<br />
and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced’”<br />
“De<strong>at</strong>h?! Wh<strong>at</strong> de<strong>at</strong>h? I’m just guarding an empty restaurant!<br />
Wh<strong>at</strong> is he talking about?!” Mike thought and remembered some<br />
rumors about the old Freddy Fazbear Pizza.<br />
He started to shiver, although the air was hot and humid.<br />
The tape kept on playing.<br />
“Now th<strong>at</strong> might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing<br />
to worry about. Uh, the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic characters here do get a bit<br />
quirky <strong>at</strong> night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing<br />
those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a b<strong>at</strong>h?<br />
I'd probably be a bit irritable <strong>at</strong> night too. So, remember, these<br />
characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we<br />
need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.<br />
So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh,<br />
they're left in some kind of free roaming mode <strong>at</strong> night. Uh…<br />
something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for<br />
too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the<br />
day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing<br />
th<strong>at</strong> the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you<br />
know?”<br />
Mike remembered th<strong>at</strong> incident. His friend Jack was <strong>at</strong> th<strong>at</strong><br />
birthday party and for years he was telling stories about the robot<br />
who walked through the party room with a blood-dripping jaw.<br />
Everybody was panicked and flew out of the restaurant, which<br />
was soon after shut down.<br />
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“Uh, now concerning your safety,” the voice from the phone<br />
continued, “the only real risk to you as a night w<strong>at</strong>chman here, if<br />
any, is the fact th<strong>at</strong> these characters, uh, if they happen to see<br />
you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll<br />
most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume<br />
on. Now since th<strong>at</strong>'s against the rules here <strong>at</strong> Freddy Fazbear's<br />
Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy<br />
Fazbear suit. Um, now, th<strong>at</strong> wouldn't be so bad if the suits<br />
themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and anim<strong>at</strong>ronic<br />
devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine<br />
how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those<br />
could cause a bit of discomfort...and de<strong>at</strong>h. Uh, the only parts of<br />
you th<strong>at</strong> would likely see the light of day again would be your<br />
eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask,<br />
heh.”<br />
Mike gulped. “He must be joking,” he thought.<br />
“Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But<br />
hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll ch<strong>at</strong> with you tomorrow. Uh,<br />
check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if<br />
absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. All right, good<br />
night.”<br />
The recording ended and the office became dark and quiet<br />
again.<br />
It was 2am. Mike was usually asleep <strong>at</strong> th<strong>at</strong> time, but the<br />
adrenaline th<strong>at</strong> was flowing in his blood kept him awake and<br />
alert.<br />
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He looked <strong>at</strong> the Show Stage through the security monitor. He<br />
was relieved to see the three Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics still standing on stage.<br />
He switched to the Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove camera feed. Foxy was there<br />
behind the curtain.<br />
Back to the Show Stage. Someone was missing! “Bonnie!” He<br />
cried, “Where is Bonnie?!”<br />
He switched to the western hallway camera and spotted<br />
Bonnie moving along the hall. He heard the approaching<br />
footsteps from his left and pushed the button to close the door.<br />
After the door slid down, Bonnie began to determinedly bang<br />
on it. He held his bre<strong>at</strong>h and waited.<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> his w<strong>at</strong>ch and <strong>at</strong> the power monitor. “I have<br />
enough power to hold the door, yet I have more than half a night<br />
to pass,” he thought and wished time would speed up.<br />
The banging on the door eventually stopped. He waited for a<br />
while, until he heard receding footsteps and then he looked <strong>at</strong> the<br />
Show Stage again. All three Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were back on stage.<br />
As The Phone Guy predicted on the tape, the rest of the night<br />
was quite quiet.<br />
Foxy made one <strong>at</strong>tempt to storm the office, after Mike forgot<br />
to check on him <strong>at</strong> the Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove, but the electric door again<br />
proved its worth by holding back the raging robots.<br />
Finally, the 6am bell rang and Mike’s first shift was over.<br />
On his way home the adrenaline th<strong>at</strong> rushed through his body<br />
started to wear off and he felt exhausted. He needed sleep, and if<br />
The Phone Guy was right, the following nights would be tougher,<br />
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so he needed a good rest and he needed to be prepared both<br />
physically and mentally for the upcoming nights.<br />
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CHAPTER 16<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, Mike’s 2 nd and 3 rd <strong>Nights</strong><br />
J<br />
ike woke up feeling refreshed. He <strong>at</strong>e a healthy meal, went<br />
for a 5 mile jog in the park, took a hot, relaxing shower and<br />
read a few chapters in his favorite detective book.<br />
When the time came he put on his guard uniform and drove<br />
to the pizzeria. He felt energized and strong enough to deal with<br />
any bone-crushing Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic.<br />
The answering machine was already flashing red when he<br />
entered the office and s<strong>at</strong> in the chair.<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> the now motionless Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics through the<br />
security monitor and pressed the PLAY button on the answering<br />
machine.<br />
“Uhh, Hello? Hello?” said the familiar voice on the phone.<br />
“Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two,<br />
uh, congr<strong>at</strong>s! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy<br />
and his friends tend to become more active as the week<br />
progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek <strong>at</strong> those<br />
cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper<br />
place. You know…”<br />
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Again, Mike checked on the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics through cameras<br />
1A and 1C, as The Phone Guy suggested. The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics<br />
were still motionless st<strong>at</strong>ues.<br />
“Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off<br />
stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark<br />
though, so, hey, I guess th<strong>at</strong>'s one more reason not to run out of<br />
power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using<br />
your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and<br />
those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So ifif<br />
you can’t find something, or someone, on your cameras, be<br />
sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few<br />
seconds to react... Uh, not th<strong>at</strong> you would be in any danger, of<br />
course. I'm not implying th<strong>at</strong>. Also, check on the curtain in Pir<strong>at</strong>e<br />
Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in<br />
th<strong>at</strong> he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long<br />
periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being w<strong>at</strong>ched. I don't<br />
know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh,<br />
talk to you soon.”<br />
“Yes, I have everything under control,” Mike thought and<br />
looked <strong>at</strong> the Power Monitor th<strong>at</strong> showed 94% power left. “Th<strong>at</strong><br />
would be enough,” he thought as his pupils dil<strong>at</strong>ed and his eyes<br />
adjusted to the darkness.<br />
He took another glimpse <strong>at</strong> the security monitors. The three<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics on the stage were still motionless, but suddenly, as<br />
if a magical powder was sc<strong>at</strong>tered on them, they moved their<br />
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heads all <strong>at</strong> once towards the camera and looked straight <strong>at</strong> him.<br />
Those eyes gazing <strong>at</strong> him, staring, put goose bumps on his skin.<br />
He quickly switched the monitor to the Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove. Foxy was<br />
still there, hiding in the shadows behind the purple curtain.<br />
Somehow he felt more intimid<strong>at</strong>ed by Foxy and was relieved to<br />
see him calm.<br />
Back to the Show Stage camera. “Bonnie is not there!” he<br />
nervously murmured and switched to the Dining Area camera.<br />
He caught Bonnie running past the Dining Area towards the<br />
eastern hallway. He heard the footsteps on his right and lowered<br />
the door before Bonnie could get inside the office.<br />
Bonnie be<strong>at</strong> on the door as the power was draining fast.<br />
After some time it was quiet again.<br />
He was challenged again a couple of times during the night by<br />
Foxy and Chica, but his instincts grew stronger and his shift<br />
finally ended with 12% remaining power.<br />
He knew he could do better. He set a target for himself to<br />
finish the next shift with <strong>at</strong> least 15% power.<br />
He also knew th<strong>at</strong> one day he would have to face Freddy<br />
Fazbear, who until now remained quite inactive.<br />
Mike’s third night already felt like routine.<br />
Again, he s<strong>at</strong> behind the desk, he looked carefully <strong>at</strong> the<br />
security monitor, and he pressed PLAY on the answering<br />
machine.<br />
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He welcomed the voice of the Phone Guy. It made him feel<br />
like he had company in the dark room and was not alone.<br />
“Hello, hello?” the Phone Guy cried cheerfully.<br />
“Hey you're doing gre<strong>at</strong>! Most people don’t last this long. I<br />
mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now.<br />
I'm not implying th<strong>at</strong> they died. Th-th-th<strong>at</strong>’s not wh<strong>at</strong> I meant.<br />
Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things<br />
start getting real tonight.<br />
Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught<br />
and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try<br />
playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance th<strong>at</strong>, uh,<br />
maybe they’ll think th<strong>at</strong> you're an empty costume instead. Then<br />
again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try<br />
to...stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how th<strong>at</strong> would<br />
work. Yeah, never mind, scr<strong>at</strong>ch th<strong>at</strong>. It's best just not to get<br />
caught.<br />
Um... OK, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side.”<br />
The recording was shorter than he hoped for, but he knew he<br />
had to be more focused now on the raging Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics.<br />
As the Phone Guy wisely foresaw, things got really busy this<br />
night. The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics stormed the office more frequently, and<br />
even Freddy tried to pay him a visit once. However, Mike’s senses<br />
sharpened too, and he even met his personal goal. He left the<br />
office <strong>at</strong> 6am with exactly 15% remaining power.<br />
At the end of the third night he felt quite confident with the<br />
job, and he even began to like it. He thought the job was good<br />
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for building his character and strengthening his instincts and<br />
senses.<br />
His feelings towards the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics also changed from<br />
being scared and intimid<strong>at</strong>ed by them to almost emp<strong>at</strong>hizing<br />
with them. Wh<strong>at</strong> if they were not trying to kill him, but r<strong>at</strong>her<br />
trying to deliver some message?<br />
Unfortun<strong>at</strong>ely, his feelings of optimism and confidence<br />
crumbled on the nightmarish fourth night.<br />
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CHAPTER 17<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, Mike’s 4 th Night<br />
J<br />
ike entered the office on his fourth night and s<strong>at</strong> behind the<br />
desk.<br />
He decided to set a new target - to end the night shift with <strong>at</strong><br />
least 17% power. He knew it would be very challenging,<br />
considering the increased activity of the angry robots, but in<br />
order to improve and achieve excellence he had to set<br />
challenging goals all the time and never settle for mediocre<br />
performance.<br />
The red light on the answering machine was blinking. He was<br />
happy to listen to the Phone Guy again, but he wondered wh<strong>at</strong><br />
else could this guy teach him th<strong>at</strong> he did not already know.<br />
He pressed PLAY and listened carefully.<br />
“Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day four. I knew you could do<br />
it!” The Phone Guy sounded a little stranger than usual. Mike<br />
heard anxiety in his voice.<br />
“Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message<br />
tomorrow,” a banging sound was heard in the tape, “It’s-it's been<br />
a bad night here for me… Um, I-I'm kinda glad th<strong>at</strong> I recorded<br />
my messages for you, uh, when I did,” The Phone Guy sounded<br />
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even more anxious now, and the background banging sounds<br />
grew louder.<br />
“Uh, hey, do me a favor. Maybe sometime, uh, you could<br />
check inside those suits in the back room? I'm gonna try to hold<br />
out until someone checks. Maybe it won’t be so bad. Uh, I-I-I-I<br />
always wondered wh<strong>at</strong> was in all those empty heads back there.”<br />
A music started to play on the tape. Mike recognized th<strong>at</strong> tune<br />
which he heard last night during Freddy’s <strong>at</strong>tempt to break into<br />
the office.<br />
“You know… oh, no!” the Phone Guy cried. Mike heard a<br />
moaning sound, followed by an Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic’s loud screech and a<br />
st<strong>at</strong>ic noise. The tape stopped.<br />
Mike s<strong>at</strong> for a full minute without moving, only staring <strong>at</strong> the<br />
answering machine in panic. Swe<strong>at</strong> started to pour down his<br />
face.<br />
“Wh<strong>at</strong> happened to the Phone Guy?!” he thought. He knew<br />
the answer but he wished he were wrong. He wished he could<br />
think of an optimistic scenario in which the Phone Guy was alive<br />
and well and would continue to send him his friendly tapes.<br />
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CHAPTER 18<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, One Week Earlier<br />
T<br />
he Assistant Manager, Guy S. Fritz, s<strong>at</strong> calmly in the small<br />
office and was ready to begin his night shift.<br />
His friends and coworkers liked to call him The Phone Guy,<br />
because he preferred to communic<strong>at</strong>e with other people through<br />
the phone, r<strong>at</strong>her than direct face to face convers<strong>at</strong>ion.<br />
He was glad he could find a new, young guard to take his place<br />
in keeping an eye on the facility during the nights.<br />
It was not th<strong>at</strong> he did not like being in the restaurant <strong>at</strong> night.<br />
He even enjoyed teasing the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. Being alone in the<br />
dead quiet and dark place actually helped him to concentr<strong>at</strong>e<br />
and think about how to make the “Freddy Fazbear Pizza”<br />
experience even more enjoyable.<br />
The big problem was th<strong>at</strong> he hardly ever had a chance to<br />
sleep. He was exhausted. The long night shifts left him extremely<br />
tired, and during the day he had to go back to building the<br />
business. There was no time to rest.<br />
The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics did not bother him th<strong>at</strong> much any more.<br />
Surely they tried to <strong>at</strong>tack him, like they did with any adult<br />
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during the night, but he was extremely experienced and knew<br />
how to avoid them.<br />
It was as if he had a six sense. He s<strong>at</strong> behind the desk with his<br />
eyes closed, and could almost feel when one of the robotic<br />
cre<strong>at</strong>ures <strong>at</strong>tempted to make a move on him. He could identify<br />
any footstep, and could predict precisely when an Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic<br />
decided to leave its position and move towards the office.<br />
He would wait with his finger on the door button until the<br />
very last second when he would shut the door right on the<br />
mechanical face of the pred<strong>at</strong>or who tried to approach him.<br />
The new guard, Mike, was scheduled to begin working on<br />
Monday. The Phone Guy had already recorded three orient<strong>at</strong>ion<br />
tapes to help the new guard pass the lonely nights securely in the<br />
dark pizzeria.<br />
He was about to start the recording of the fourth tape, when<br />
he heard strange and unfamiliar footsteps coming from the<br />
eastern hallway.<br />
He opened his eyes and looked <strong>at</strong> the camera feed from the<br />
eastern hallway. He saw a man moving slowly towards the office.<br />
The Phone Guy could not recognize him. The hallway was too<br />
dark and the man was wearing a baseball cap th<strong>at</strong> put a shadow<br />
over his face.<br />
He had a bad feeling about this man. He closed the door just<br />
before the man could enter the office. He did not want to be<br />
surprised by a stranger. He could handle the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, but<br />
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he did not know wh<strong>at</strong> to expect from a strange man in the<br />
middle of the night.<br />
The stranger stopped <strong>at</strong> the door and looked straight into the<br />
security camera. It was too dark to see his face, so the Phone Guy<br />
risked some energy loss and turned the eastern hallway light on.<br />
The stranger cracked a smile <strong>at</strong> the camera.<br />
It took him a few seconds and then it struck him. His jaw<br />
dropped in surprise and he immedi<strong>at</strong>ely opened the door and let<br />
the stranger into the office.<br />
“Je-Jeremy? Is th<strong>at</strong> you?” The Phone Guy asked in amazement<br />
and stood up, facing the stranger in the dim light coming from<br />
the ceiling lamp.<br />
“Of course it’s me. Who did you expect? Foxy?” Jeremy<br />
smirked.<br />
Jeremy looked thin and pale as a ghost. He wore a worn out<br />
purple le<strong>at</strong>her jacket th<strong>at</strong> was two sizes larger than his current<br />
size, and a purple baseball cap th<strong>at</strong> covered his bitten head.<br />
“I thought you were in the hospital. The last time I saw you,<br />
you were still unconscious. When were you discharged?” The<br />
Phone Guy asked, still not believing he was talking to a man who<br />
lost part of his head.<br />
“They released me from the hospital about a year ago. I was in<br />
a coma for two years, and stayed <strong>at</strong> the hospital for another three<br />
years of surgeries after I woke up,” Jeremy said in a bitter voice.<br />
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“My doctor said I was a medical miracle,” Jeremy continued,<br />
“but last year was no picnic. I had to learn how to talk and walk<br />
all over again.”<br />
“I am sorry about th<strong>at</strong>,” The Phone Guy said quietly and<br />
lowered his eyes. He could not look <strong>at</strong> Jeremy’s eyes. He<br />
somehow felt responsible for Jeremy’s accident with the Mangle.<br />
“But you look fine now. Your doctor was right. I’m happy for<br />
you, kid,” he put on a fake smile and added, ”If there is anything<br />
I can help you with, just let me know.”<br />
“Actually, there is,” Jeremy said, “I want my old job back.”<br />
“Your old job back? Are you sure? I mean, with your<br />
condition…”<br />
“I’m fine now!” Jeremy cried “I can w<strong>at</strong>ch over those<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. You don’t have to tre<strong>at</strong> me like a disabled person.<br />
I’m in perfect shape.”<br />
“Yeah, well…” The Phone Guy murmured. “But why do you<br />
want to be so close to them after wh<strong>at</strong> they did to you? You know<br />
how dangerous they can be, and in this place it’s not getting any<br />
easier.”<br />
“I am not afraid of them, not anymore. I’m not a child and I<br />
can prove it!”<br />
“You don’t have to prove anything to anyone,” The Phone<br />
Guy tried to calm him down.<br />
“Look,” Jeremy said in a lower voice, “I need the money and I<br />
need the job. I like this job, even after wh<strong>at</strong> happened to me, and<br />
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I don’t think you could find anyone who would like this job as<br />
much as I do.”<br />
“In fact we already found a night guard. He starts next<br />
Monday, so the job is not available right now. But perhaps I<br />
could find you some other job. A part time job <strong>at</strong> the counter …”<br />
“I don’t want to work <strong>at</strong> the counter,” Jeremy interrupted. “I<br />
h<strong>at</strong>e to work with those irrit<strong>at</strong>ing kids, I had enough of them.”<br />
“Well then, I’m sorry,” The Phone Guy said and s<strong>at</strong> down in<br />
the chair. “There isn’t anything I can do for you right now, but I<br />
promise to call you if anything comes up.”<br />
Jeremy continued to stand behind the chair. He then put his<br />
hands inside his jacket pockets and looked <strong>at</strong> the security<br />
monitor.<br />
“They seem calm tonight,” Jeremy said as he looked <strong>at</strong> the<br />
feed showing Freddy Fazbear standing motionless on the stage<br />
with his microphone in his hand.<br />
“They are just warming up,” The Phone Guy said. “They will<br />
be active pretty soon, so you better get out now before the party<br />
begins.”<br />
Jeremy turned around and started to walk towards the eastern<br />
hallway until he heard The Phone Guy call him from behind.<br />
“Hey Jeremy, wait a second.”<br />
Jeremy turned and faced The Phone Guy again.<br />
“You remember Lars, don’t you?” The Phone Guy asked.<br />
“Yeah, sure. He is still in jail, isn’t he?”<br />
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“Yes, he is. Poor fellow. I just visited him in jail last week. He<br />
still claims th<strong>at</strong> he is innocent and is convinced th<strong>at</strong> he was<br />
framed,” The Phone Guy said and looked into Jeremy’s eyes.<br />
“Well, th<strong>at</strong>’s interesting,” Jeremy said, “but as I recall the<br />
security cameras showed him killing those kids.”<br />
“Yes, but he asked me to help him find a specialist to look over<br />
the tapes. He believes the security tapes were edited, perhaps by<br />
someone who had access to them. Do you know anything about<br />
th<strong>at</strong>?”<br />
“No,” Jeremy said imp<strong>at</strong>iently, “but I think Lars is crazy. I<br />
never liked him. He is just playing with you, so I wouldn’t waste<br />
my time with him.”<br />
“Well, perhaps you are right. We’ll see. Be careful on your way<br />
out,” The Phone Guy said and went back to his se<strong>at</strong>.<br />
Jeremy walked along the eastern hallway. He had a bad feeling<br />
about The Phone Guy. “I think he h<strong>at</strong>es me,” he thought and<br />
continued to walk towards the exit. “Could he know wh<strong>at</strong> I did<br />
with those kids?”<br />
Jeremy stopped, turned around and started to walk quickly<br />
towards the Backstage room.<br />
The Backstage was dark. He took a small flashlight out of his<br />
pocket and looked around the room. Empty Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic heads<br />
were laying around on the floor and on the table. This vision<br />
reminded him of the Mangle’s face as it jumped on him, flashing<br />
its sharp teeth. After a brief pause, he continued scanning the<br />
walls. He finally found wh<strong>at</strong> he was looking for.<br />
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The electricity box was behind a Chica head. He moved the<br />
head to the side and opened the box. He switched all the levers<br />
to the OFF position, closed the box, and quickly ran to the exit.<br />
Just before he left the pizzeria he could hear the mechanical<br />
bodies of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics coming to life on the stage.<br />
The Phone Guy s<strong>at</strong> with his eyes closed and listened to Chica<br />
marching down the western hallway. He opened his eyes and<br />
looked <strong>at</strong> the power monitor. His heart missed a be<strong>at</strong>. The power<br />
monitor showed only 15% power left, it was only 2am and he<br />
had a long night ahead of him!<br />
“The electricity box! Someone tampered with the electricity<br />
box! I am running on auxiliary power,” he thought as he w<strong>at</strong>ched<br />
the power going down to 14%.<br />
He blocked Chica before she could jump <strong>at</strong> him.<br />
He knew he did not have much time to lose and every second<br />
counted.<br />
He started a new voice recording. He talked fast into the<br />
phone, ejected the tape and put it in his pocket. He then opened<br />
a le<strong>at</strong>her briefcase, took out a notebook and stashed it in his<br />
other pocket.<br />
He ran to the Backstage through the eastern hallway. Chica’s<br />
head was not blocking the electricity box anymore. “It had to be<br />
Jeremy,” he thought as he pulled the levers back to the “ON”<br />
position.<br />
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He heard Freddy coming down from the stage. He took out<br />
the notebook and the audiotape from his pockets and hid them<br />
inside Chica’s head.<br />
He knew Freddy was fast, so he burst into a run back to the<br />
office. He had to go through the western hallway. Freddy had<br />
already entered the eastern hallway and Bonnie climbed down<br />
the stage, on his way to the western hallway.<br />
He s<strong>at</strong> down on the chair and caught his bre<strong>at</strong>h after his<br />
fastest sprint ever.<br />
Time was running out, so he immedi<strong>at</strong>ely started the<br />
recording on the answering machine. He felt it might be his last<br />
recording. The power monitor showed only 5%.<br />
He knew Freddy was very close to him on his right side, and<br />
he could hear Bonnie’s footsteps getting louder from the west<br />
side.<br />
He lowered both doors.<br />
The power monitor showed 4%.<br />
He started to speak into the answering machine.<br />
“Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message<br />
tomorrow.”<br />
Bonnie started to bang on the western door.<br />
“It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad<br />
th<strong>at</strong> I recorded my messages for you,” he cleared his thro<strong>at</strong> and<br />
continued “uh, when I did.”<br />
Foxy also disappeared from the Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove’s camera feed.<br />
“Uh, hey, do me a favor.”<br />
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The banging on the door grew louder.<br />
“Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in<br />
the back room? I'm gonna try to hold out until someone checks.<br />
Maybe it won’t be so bad. Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered wh<strong>at</strong> was<br />
in all those empty heads back there.”<br />
Freddy’s jingle “Toreador’s March” chimes began to play<br />
through the right door.<br />
“You know…” he continued the recording and suddenly the<br />
power monitor reached zero percent and both doors shot up.<br />
The last image he saw in the dim office light was Freddy’s<br />
sharp teeth closing on him with a loud screech.<br />
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CHAPTER 19<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, Mike’s 4th Night<br />
J<br />
ike continued to sit still and stared <strong>at</strong> the silent answering<br />
machine after listening to the last horrible message from<br />
the Phone Guy.<br />
In contrast to his motionless body, his mind was racing.<br />
He suddenly felt so alone, he no longer had the Phone Guy to<br />
guide and accompany him through the nights. This thought<br />
depressed him, but he struggled against drowning in worry.<br />
Depression would paralyze him, and he was in no position to be<br />
paralyzed, not <strong>at</strong> this place during the night.<br />
He remembered the company’s legal introductory greeting<br />
th<strong>at</strong> the Phone Guy read to him on his first night. The part<br />
about filling a missing person report upon the discovery of de<strong>at</strong>h<br />
after the premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached. If<br />
the Phone Guy was indeed dead, the company would make him<br />
disappear and deny any wrongdoing. Th<strong>at</strong> is why no one spoke<br />
about a de<strong>at</strong>h th<strong>at</strong> might have happened a week ago.<br />
Mike struggled to leave the neg<strong>at</strong>ive thoughts behind and<br />
focus on his next moves. He had to be focused. Apparently, the<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were dangerous after all, and if the experienced<br />
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Phone Guy could not handle them, he would have to be extra<br />
cautious from now on.<br />
He thought about the Phone Guy’s message. He said<br />
something about checking inside the suits in the back room.<br />
Mike decided he would check the Backstage room. He left the<br />
office through the left door, but as he walked through the western<br />
hallway he heard footsteps approaching him. The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics<br />
woke up already and he would not be able to protect himself in<br />
the Backstage. He turned around and hurried back to the office.<br />
He ran into the office and jumped into the chair just in time to<br />
block Foxy’s entrance.<br />
Foxy banged on the door for a while and left.<br />
Mike looked <strong>at</strong> the West Hall corner through camera 2B. The<br />
door was still closed. He w<strong>at</strong>ched Foxy leaving and then he<br />
noticed something different. He was not sure, but something<br />
changed in the West Hall corner.<br />
“The Freddy poster!” he thought.<br />
He noticed the poster on the wall was different. Instead of the<br />
regular brown Freddy Fazbear poster there was a different poster.<br />
The figure in the poster looked like a Golden Freddy. As he<br />
looked <strong>at</strong> the strange poster he heard a girl’s laughter in the<br />
distance.<br />
Mike was not sure if wh<strong>at</strong> he saw and heard was real or just a<br />
hallucin<strong>at</strong>ion. He closed his eyes. When he reopened his eyes the<br />
vision he saw made him jump out of the chair in panic.<br />
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Golden Freddy was standing in front of him in the office,<br />
within reaching distance! He looked like a yellow version of<br />
Freddy Fazbear with black holes for eyes. His jaw was hanging<br />
wide open and his head was tilted to the right. He did not move.<br />
The doors had been closed and Mike had not heard any<br />
footsteps before Golden Freddy appeared in the office.<br />
“It must be my imagin<strong>at</strong>ion,” Mike thought and so he decided<br />
to ignore the Golden Freddy. He looked <strong>at</strong> the security monitors,<br />
forcing himself to focus on them r<strong>at</strong>her than on the Golden<br />
Freddy he sensed behind his back.<br />
After a minute he looked back. Golden Freddy was gone. The<br />
poster in West Hall corner was regular Freddy Fazbear again.<br />
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Mike was unable to meet his power target. The events of the<br />
fourth night put him off balance; they made him lose confidence<br />
and focus. He did not trust his instincts anymore, therefore he<br />
used more light and closed the doors more often than he had to.<br />
The Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were not getting any quieter either. He did<br />
not have any dull moments th<strong>at</strong> night.<br />
Worst of all, <strong>at</strong> exactly five minutes before 6am, the power<br />
went off completely!<br />
Mike was left alone in the dark. The doors could no longer<br />
close. He heard footsteps approaching from his left. He did not<br />
want to end up like the Phone Guy, but there was nothing he<br />
could do to stop them!<br />
He remembered the Phone Guy’s suggestion to play dead. He<br />
was bre<strong>at</strong>hing heavily, but struggled to hold his bre<strong>at</strong>h. He s<strong>at</strong> as<br />
rigid as a st<strong>at</strong>ue in the chair and closed his eyes. He did not want<br />
to make a sound.<br />
He heard Foxy coming up behind him as he felt swe<strong>at</strong> pouring<br />
down his eyes and neck. The swe<strong>at</strong> was tickling but he did not<br />
dare move.<br />
The bells began to ring… it was 6am!<br />
Mike opened his eyes with relief and could now bre<strong>at</strong>he freely.<br />
He was alone in the office again. He barely survived the fourth<br />
night.<br />
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On his way home he remembered the message about the<br />
Backstage room. He decided he would arrive <strong>at</strong> the pizzeria a<br />
few minutes early this evening, and look for any more clues the<br />
Phone Guy might have left him.<br />
He was also hoping he would learn more about wh<strong>at</strong><br />
happened to the Phone Guy.<br />
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CHAPTER 20<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, Mike’s 5 th Night<br />
J<br />
ike arrived <strong>at</strong> the pizzeria thirty minutes before his fifth<br />
night shift began.<br />
He went straight to the Backstage room. He did not know<br />
wh<strong>at</strong> he was looking for, but he was hoping to find some kind of<br />
clue th<strong>at</strong> would help him uncover wh<strong>at</strong> happened to the Phone<br />
Guy.<br />
The Backstage was filled with Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics parts. Mainly<br />
empty heads and some endoskeletons.<br />
He remembered the Phone Guy mentioning the empty heads.<br />
He lifted a Bonnie head, turned it over, and put his hand<br />
inside. He felt nothing unusual. The head was empty.<br />
He continued searching inside other heads until he found<br />
something inside a Chica head. He took out a notebook and an<br />
audio tape.<br />
He was excited with his new findings and walked quickly to<br />
the office, where he could read the notebook and listen to the<br />
tape.<br />
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When he entered the office he was surprised to see the<br />
answering machine light blinking.<br />
An optimistic feeling of a new hope flooded him. The Phone<br />
Guy must have been alive and well. He almost forgot about the<br />
tape and notebook the Phone Guy left him in the Backstage<br />
because he was eager to listen to the new recorded message in<br />
the answering machine.<br />
He smiled to himself and pressed the PLAY button.<br />
When the tape started to play he quickly wiped the smile off<br />
his face and opened his mouth in perplexity.<br />
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The voice on the phone was not the Phone Guy’s voice. He<br />
was not sure if it was even a human voice. It was a deep, garbled,<br />
demonic-sounding voice.<br />
“It was probably made by one of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics,” he<br />
thought to himself, “or maybe the Phone Guy is trapped inside<br />
one of them?” he wondered.<br />
He recalled the notebook and the new tape he was holding.<br />
He looked <strong>at</strong> the notebook in the faint ceiling light. The title<br />
read “Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics Model 2.x Hacking Guide.” The notebook<br />
was about ten pages long, printed in old yellowish paper, and had<br />
some coffee stains on the cover.<br />
Inside were some pictures of anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, mechanical and<br />
electrical schem<strong>at</strong>ics, some computer code, and some textual<br />
explan<strong>at</strong>ions.<br />
He was not sure why the Phone Guy would leave him this<br />
notebook. He hoped the new tape from the Backstage would<br />
shed some light on it.<br />
He took out the tape from the answering machine and<br />
replaced it with the newly found tape and pressed PLAY.<br />
“Uh, Hello!” he heard the familiar voice of the Phone Guy.<br />
His voice was the same but he talked quicker than usual, like he<br />
was in a rush.<br />
“I-I don’t have much time. The power is running low.<br />
Someone tampered with the electricity box. Listen carefully,<br />
uh… Jeremy was the old guard, the one th<strong>at</strong> was bitten… Uh,<br />
don’t trust him. He might be dangerous. You may need to use the<br />
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Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics to help you. If you found this tape you must have<br />
found the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics Hacking Guide. It will teach you how to<br />
reprogram the robots. You can only do this before they become<br />
active. But be careful. Uh, the company prohibits unqualified<br />
employees from tampering with the robots. You would probably<br />
get fired for messing with Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics’ AI, so only use the guide<br />
as a last resort.”<br />
Mike opened the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics Hacking Guide again and<br />
started to read it carefully. He was able to find out how to access<br />
the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics’ processor unit from their backs, and how to<br />
change their artificial intelligence levels.<br />
After he finished reading the notebook he looked <strong>at</strong> the<br />
security monitors. The robots were still inactive and standing <strong>at</strong><br />
their regular positions.<br />
Suddenly, he heard footsteps coming from the West Hall. It<br />
could not be the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. Through the open left door<br />
emerged a pale thin man, wearing a purple Freddy Fazbear<br />
Pizzeria uniform.<br />
“Who are you?” Mike asked the pale man.<br />
“I am the night guard and you are sitting in my chair,” Jeremy<br />
said in an angry tone.<br />
“You are Jeremy, aren’t you? I’m Mike,” Mike offered his hand<br />
for a handshake.<br />
Jeremy ignored Mike’s hand. Mike pulled his hand back.<br />
At this point Mike noticed Jeremy was leaning on a stick th<strong>at</strong><br />
he seemed to be hiding under his right arm.<br />
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At first Mike thought Jeremy was supporting himself with a<br />
cane, but when Jeremy brought the stick closer to Mike’s face, it<br />
became clear. At the end of the stick was a very sharp blade; it<br />
was an axe.<br />
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CHAPTER 21<br />
New Freddy Fazbear Pizza,<br />
1993, Mike’s 5 th Night<br />
“F<br />
azbear Entertainment would like to thank you for your<br />
service,” Jeremy said imp<strong>at</strong>iently as he gestured with the<br />
axe towards the door. “Your job here is over. Go away now!”<br />
Mike gazed <strong>at</strong> the sharp axe blade. He sensed Jeremy was mad<br />
enough to use it, and he did not want to take any chances.<br />
“Th<strong>at</strong>’s okay,” Mike said as he jumped off the chair. “I don’t<br />
like this job and I was going to quit anyway. Enjoy it.”<br />
Mike turned and looked <strong>at</strong> the security monitor. The<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were still dormant.<br />
The temporary silence was almost immedi<strong>at</strong>ely broken by the<br />
sound of Jeremy striking the floor with the long wooden axe<br />
handle. Mike knew he could not test Jeremy’s p<strong>at</strong>ience any<br />
longer.<br />
He exited the office through the left door and heard Jeremy<br />
yelling from behind, “Don’t let Freddy bite you on your way out!<br />
Ha ha ha …”<br />
Mike rushed his steps. He only had a few minutes before they<br />
would become active. He knew reprogramming the<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics could only be done while in dormant mode.<br />
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As he approached the Show Stage he saw the exit door. He<br />
could leave the building and forget all about Jeremy and the<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. But really, he could not. He felt responsibility<br />
towards Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, the Phone Guy, and even the<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics. He could not leave this place in the hands of a<br />
psycho. He was still the night guard and his shift was not over<br />
yet.<br />
Mike climbed onto the stage and got behind the motionless<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics.<br />
He opened a small, concealed compartment in the back of<br />
Freddy Fazbear’s neck, which revealed a small numerical keypad<br />
and a one-line screen. He entered the five digit combin<strong>at</strong>ion code<br />
he memorized from the manual. The screen then read “ENTER<br />
AI LEVEL”.<br />
The current Artificial Intelligence level was ten. He knew<br />
entering the maximum number of twenty would make the<br />
Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics smarter and more cunning, perhaps even capable<br />
of keeping Jeremy in the office and stopping him from doing any<br />
more harm. He was about to enter “20.”<br />
Just then he was sure he could hear a faint voice coming from<br />
Freddy’s mouth. It was not the usual metallic, robotic voice, but<br />
r<strong>at</strong>her a soft voice, a childish voice.<br />
He leaned around to look <strong>at</strong> Freddy’s face. It was then th<strong>at</strong> he<br />
felt there was something more than just a robot controlled by a<br />
central processor unit. He sensed there was something inside<br />
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Freddy th<strong>at</strong> wanted to control the robot. Something or someone<br />
with a mission.<br />
He entered “0” and closed the control compartment. The new<br />
settings would make the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics less controlled by the<br />
CPU. He took a gamble. He did not really know how it would<br />
affect the robots or if they would be able to protect him against<br />
Jeremy.<br />
He applied the same settings to Chica and Bonnie, and moved<br />
quickly to the Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove, where he programmed Foxy.<br />
He left the Pir<strong>at</strong>e Cove through the purple curtain and almost<br />
bumped into Jeremy, who was holding his axe.<br />
“I told you to go away!” Jeremy cried angrily, “Wh<strong>at</strong> are you<br />
doing with my Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics?”<br />
“Uh, nothing man,” Mike said and backed away, “I was just<br />
making sure they were OK before I left.”<br />
“No! You did something. I saw you in the monitor,” Jeremy’s<br />
eyes were red like they were on fire. He held the axe with both<br />
hands and pushed Mike with the wooden handle.<br />
Mike stumbled backwards and fell on his back.<br />
Jeremy jumped on top of him and raised his axe high, like he<br />
was about to bring down the axe with all his powers onto Mike’s<br />
head.<br />
Suddenly, Jeremy heard a whisper. It was a voice he heard<br />
before. “Purple man! Purple Man!”<br />
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He looked up. He was surrounded by four Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics.<br />
Freddy was standing in front of him, Chica on his left, Bonnie on<br />
his right and Foxy behind him.<br />
“You are a bad man, Purple Guy!” the voice came from all<br />
around him and it sounded like a choir of children.<br />
Jeremy panicked. He pushed his way between Freddy and<br />
Bonnie and ran across the Dining Area. He stopped near the<br />
stage and looked back.<br />
The four Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were chasing after him. Their jaws<br />
were wide open.<br />
Jeremy stood with the axe in both hands. He took a deep<br />
bre<strong>at</strong>h and raised the axe above his head.<br />
Freddy jumped on him with a loud screech. Jeremy swung his<br />
axe and hit Freddy’s head. A crack opened in Freddy’s neck and<br />
its head became loose and tilted to its right side. Some wires were<br />
exposed through the crack and electricity sparks jumped out<br />
from them.<br />
Freddy continued to move towards Jeremy.<br />
Jeremy raised the axe again and dealt a blow to Freddy’s face.<br />
Freddy’s head dropped to the floor and the rest of its body<br />
followed.<br />
The other three Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics moved closer, surrounding<br />
Jeremy. Jeremy swung the axe around himself and hit all three<br />
robots in the chest. They backed away a little and then came<br />
forward again.<br />
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Jeremy yelled and swung his axe in all directions frantically.<br />
After a few seconds all four Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics were laying in pieces<br />
on the floor.<br />
Jeremy bre<strong>at</strong>hed heavily and looked <strong>at</strong> the pile of robot parts,<br />
wires, and fabric on the floor. He started to laugh.<br />
Mike stood about ten yards away and yelled <strong>at</strong> Jeremy, “Wh<strong>at</strong><br />
have you done!?”<br />
Suddenly Jeremy stopped laughing. Mike stared <strong>at</strong> the broken<br />
robot parts and he could not believe wh<strong>at</strong> he saw. Four white,<br />
semitransparent ghosts of children, three boys and a girl,<br />
appeared to crawl out of the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics’ parts and began to<br />
flo<strong>at</strong> around Jeremy.<br />
Jeremy screamed, dropped his axe on the floor, and bolted<br />
towards the Backstage room. The ghosts followed him.<br />
Jeremy entered the room and closed the door behind himself.<br />
Suddenly two more ghosts appeared in the room.<br />
A boy ghost rose from inside the peeled and faded Puppet box<br />
th<strong>at</strong> was resting in the back, and another girl ghost came out of<br />
the old Golden Freddy robot th<strong>at</strong> was laid in the corner.<br />
The four ghosts from the Dining Area joined their friends as<br />
they walked through the solid closed door.<br />
Jeremy screamed in fear and looked around. He needed a<br />
place to hide from the ghosts, somewhere he would feel safe. He<br />
saw an old worn out Bonnie suit. He opened the suit and<br />
squeezed inside.<br />
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He felt safer now. He hoped the ghosts would mistake him for<br />
an Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic and leave him alone.<br />
He looked through the Bonnie suit eye holes. The ghosts were<br />
still in the room. The Puppet ghost flo<strong>at</strong>ed closer to Jeremy and<br />
looked him in the eyes. Jeremy remembered the ginger boy he<br />
killed many years ago.<br />
The ginger ghost smiled and said “Goodbye, purple man!”<br />
The other ghosts flew around him and came closer and closer.<br />
Jeremy felt suffoc<strong>at</strong>ed. The Bonnie suit became very tight. He<br />
felt metal springs and wires squeezing his body. His head felt like<br />
it was inside a nut cracker. He tried to open the suit but he could<br />
not.<br />
The suit became tighter and tighter. He could not bre<strong>at</strong>he.<br />
The pain in his head became unbearable. He felt blood in his<br />
eyes and he could not see anymore. Finally his skull cracked and<br />
he fell face down on the floor.<br />
Mike opened the door and saw a Bonnie suit laying on the<br />
floor in a pool of blood.<br />
Six ghosts circled the body and when Mike entered they<br />
turned and looked <strong>at</strong> him.<br />
Mike froze. He could not move.<br />
The ghosts looked <strong>at</strong> each other and suddenly they all flew up<br />
through the ceiling and disappeared.<br />
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CHAPTER 22<br />
Fazbear’s Fright: The Horror<br />
Attraction, 2015<br />
D<br />
an arrived <strong>at</strong> the office on time and knocked on the door.<br />
“Come inside!” yelled a voice from the other side of the<br />
door.<br />
“Hello Sir,” Dan said, “I am here for the job interview. We<br />
talked on the phone. I’m Dan.”<br />
“Sure,” said the guy behind the desk, “sit down. My name is<br />
Mr. Barrie, but you can call me Fred. I am the manager of<br />
Fazbear Entertainment.”<br />
Fred was wearing a ne<strong>at</strong> suit and a golden w<strong>at</strong>ch. His middleaged,<br />
grey hair was cut short and his face was tanned.<br />
Dan s<strong>at</strong> down in front of Fred. His right knee was shaking<br />
nervously. He did not like job interviews.<br />
Fred leaned forward and looked into Dan’s eyes.<br />
“Wh<strong>at</strong> do you know about the job?” he asked.<br />
“I-I-I know it’s a new amusement park <strong>at</strong>traction, and you are<br />
looking for an actor or an <strong>at</strong>traction oper<strong>at</strong>or,” Dan said and<br />
looked around. Posters of freaky animal puppets were hanging<br />
on the walls and a giant bear head was resting on a trophy<br />
pedestal.<br />
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“Do you remember Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, back in the<br />
nineties?” Fred asked. He then stood up, walked around the desk,<br />
and s<strong>at</strong> <strong>at</strong> the edge of it in front of Dan.<br />
“Well, I was just a baby when the pizzeria was closed,” Dan<br />
said, “but I remember some horror stories they used to tell us <strong>at</strong><br />
summer camp.”<br />
“Yes,” Fred smiled, “they tell a lot of stories, but I think none<br />
of them are as scary as the real story.”<br />
“You see,” Fred continued, “this place is not just an<br />
amusement park <strong>at</strong>traction. It is a horror <strong>at</strong>traction, and the<br />
most scary one, because it is based on real mind-blowing events.”<br />
Dan gulped and tried to steady his shaking right knee.<br />
Fred looked <strong>at</strong> Dan’s shaking knee and continued.<br />
“When we finish building the <strong>at</strong>traction, in about a week, it<br />
will look exactly like one of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza restaurants.<br />
As a worker in Fazbear’s Fright, you will play a character and act<br />
as a security guard in the pizzeria during the <strong>at</strong>traction’s opening<br />
hours, but in order for you to get into character, you will be<br />
required to work as a real night guard during the first week,<br />
between 12am to 6am. Are you up to it?”<br />
Dan was silent. He thought about the job offer. He needed the<br />
money, but there was something about this place th<strong>at</strong> made him<br />
uncomfortable.<br />
As he was about to give his answer he heard a knock on the<br />
door.<br />
“Yes,” Fred said and the door opened.<br />
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A delivery man peeped inside.<br />
“Sir?” said the delivery guy, “your special order is here. It’s in<br />
the storage room.”<br />
“Gre<strong>at</strong>!” Fred said in excitement and clapped his hands<br />
together.<br />
“Follow me boy,” Fred signaled Dan and walked quickly out of<br />
the office. Dan stood up and followed him.<br />
On their way to the storage room Fred did not stop talking.<br />
“You see, most of the artifacts from the old restaurants,<br />
especially the Anim<strong>at</strong>ronics, were destroyed. We had to build<br />
everything from scr<strong>at</strong>ch and made it look like it was old and<br />
retro. But after a long explor<strong>at</strong>ion we succeeded to salvage one<br />
truly genuine artifact.”<br />
They reached the storage room.<br />
The storage room was quite dim, with only a small light bulb<br />
lighting the room from the ceiling. In the middle of the room<br />
stood a large wooden cr<strong>at</strong>e, about 7 feet tall.<br />
Fred took a crowbar from the wall and started to pry open the<br />
wooden cr<strong>at</strong>e.<br />
“It is an authentic old version of the Bonnie Anim<strong>at</strong>ronic. We<br />
call it Springtrap.”<br />
The cr<strong>at</strong>e burst open and the door fell on the dusty floor.<br />
Inside the cr<strong>at</strong>e Springtrap opened its eyes and smiled<br />
sinisterly. Jeremy already got used to his new body, but he had<br />
not seen any light for more than twenty years.<br />
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