It was just another Saturday with my friends at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza with my friends, John and Brennan. We were only 12 at the time. I'm 39 now. The day was October 16th 1987. The robots were still able to roam then. Foxy was talking to some kids around Pirate Cove. "Yarr, ye landlubbers be safe" and "Let's sail the seven seas", that kind of stuff. Freddy and Bonnie were over at some other tables, but Chica came to our table.

"Are you enjoying the pizza?" she asked, using one of the many preset questions she had.

"Yeah," I replied before wiping a string of cheese from my mouth.

"I'm glad, because you're next, next, ne- eating my favorite kind of pizza!" Chica glitched, attempting to cover up her disturbing message. John flinched worse than I had ever seen him do before. Chica laughed and walked over to another table. I looked slowly over to my friends.

"Anyone else hear that?" I asked.

They nodded in agreement. We were pretty disturbed, but it was almost closing time and we had over half of a $6.00 pizza left. We didn't want to leave, so we stayed. Freddy looked over to us and waved.

"Hi kids! Having a good ti-ti-time?" he stuttered, his voice also glitching.

We waved back and nodded. He disregarded us and made an announcement.

"Hey kids! It's a half hour until closing time! Wrap it up, you only have a little bit longer to live, li- stay with us! We're sorry to see you go, but you can always come back tomorrow for more fun with us!" he laughed in his usual happy tone.

We then decided pizza wasn't worth it. We got up to leave, but then Brennan screamed. I looked over and my jaw dropped. Time seemed to slow down as Foxy clamped his teeth down on Brennan's forehead and tore his frontal lobe out and chewed it up!

"That's some tasty children, ildren, ildren- pizza!" Foxy chuckled in his terrifying pirate voice. Everyone ran around and panicked, including me and John. Brennan fell over and began to have spasms on the floor in pools of blood. The animatronics lifted their hands up and removed their heads. All that was on their shoulders was their endoskeletal face.

"Let's eat!" Chica said in her cheerful voice. They all began to pursue customers and bite them. This is known as the Bite of '87, but all that stuff about one kid getting his frontal lobe out is garbage. 17 fucking deaths, and Brennan lost his frontal lobe. He's still alive, but mentally impaired. John fought bravely against Freddy, God rest his soul. The rampage contined for a while. I ran and hid in the security room. I found a camera. I checked around and saw the massacre. It was awful. I slammed my doors shut as quickly as possible. Chica was at my right window.

"I'm hungry! Can I have a bite of your flesh, fl- delicious pizza?" she called, banging on the window. Freddy was there too.

"You can't be here, friend! That's against the rules!" he said.

"What the hell are you?" I shouted.

Foxy ran down the hallway and slammed himself against my door.

"WATCH YER' LANGUAGE, BUCCANEER!" Foxy screamed, smashing his hook through the door. Bonnie also came down the left hall.

"Who's hungry?" he asked, hitting my window in an attempt to get in.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. Why me? Why John? Why Brennan? I sat there crying for hours, until the clock said 5:00 AM. The power went out and all of the robots left except for Freddy. His eyes lit up and his song began to play. He stared at me with a horrible intensity. It played for what seemed like years. It cut out suddenly, and his eyes disappeared. The alarm sound went off for 6:00 AM, and Freddy just left. He was an inch away from me, but he just left. I got up and dashed for the door. I never went back to Freddy's. I have nightmares about it five nights a week. My advice to you; never go to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.