Andrew loved going to Freddy's pizzeria. It was his favorite place. It was the place were he felt like himself. His parents took him there every day. Andrew would run about the place, playing in the arcade, eating the delicious pizza, but most of all he would watch the live performances of Freddy's band. He knew all the songs by heart! There were Freddy Fazbear, the main singer, Bonnie the bunny the electric guitarist, and Chica, the backup singer. He loved the place so much. He would talk to the animatronics as if they can hear him. But this was when they were not singing of corse. Andrew never wanted to go home. Because at home it was different. It was loud. It was lonely. The family recently had a baby sister. They named her Sarah. She was the little ray of sunshine. Was very patient, never complained, was giggly and cheerful. The parents blocked out Andrew completely. Or thats what Andrew felt anyway. He would stay in his room, doodling pictures of Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. He felt like he really connected with them. He wanted friends like them. But sadly he didn't really have any friends. Thankfully The pizzeria was right down the street. The family would walk down the street at friday evening for a little treat and even if they are there, they still pay attention to Sarah. But Andrew didn't care. He was where he felt was home.
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Sarah's crying rang through the home. Andrew was in his room as usual, drawing the Freddy gang. He examined the picture and smiled at it. It was him and the gang, holding hangs and smiling right back at Andrew.
"Mommy look!" Andrew ran up to his mom, holding up the picture. His mother was giving Sarah some green paste. She looked at it quickly and looked back at Sarah.
"Thats great honey!" She said as always.
"Yeah! We are all friends! See?" He pointed at the animatronics.
"Thats very cute sweety! Which one is your favorite?" She asked.
"I like Freddy! I want to sing just like him someday. And have my own band!"
Sarah let out a nasty cry.
"Ohh looks like someone is full?" Mother asked cheerfully as she undid the little table. She picked her up gently and held her, walking to the living room. Andrew looked after them. Turning to the fridge, he grabbed a magnet and hung it up on the fridge. Maybe then she could see it better.