Written by Christian
*August 7th, 1997 - 10 years after incident - Michael Schmidt's POV*
It was just another normal, pleasant day at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Nothing bad was supposed to happen, no one was supposed to get hurt... It was all supposed to be another good day of entertaining the children.
As I and many of Freddy Fazbear's fans knew, the animatronics at the restaurant were some of the highest technology available. Their artificial intelligence gave them the ability to walk around the restaurant and speak to the customers with their friendly voices, and they could even sing and dance too. Everyone loved Freddy and his friends, and Freddy and his friends loved everyone. At least, that's what it seemed like.
There was one person that didn't like the animatronics, and that was the victim. He was a security guard at the restaurant, watching the animatronics and making sure nothing went wrong. Every morning after work, he'd go out and say that the animatronics were evil, bloodthirsty machines, and that Freddy's was an unsafe environment. Normally, his boss would've fired him, but that greedy old man was so desperate for a guard that he kept him on the job.
The security guard came in shortly after 8pm on that fateful night, preparing for what would be his final shift. A lot of kids were in the restaurant at the time, and one of them was having a birthday. It certainly wasn't the place or time for the incident. As the guard was about to head down to his office, Freddy got up on stage and started singing some funny little tune that was dedicated directly to the guard. It was so odd to the guard that he stayed to listen, just to see what the bear would say. Then the song finished, and all hell broke loose.
Out of nowhere, Foxy the Pirate jumped on top of the guard and bit down on his forehead, his metal fangs shattering the front of his skull. The fox ripped out a large chunk of the guard's brain and chewed it up, glaring around at the screaming children, brain juices dripping from his mouth as he and Freddy watched them run away from the restaurant. No one but me heard that hellish laugh that came from Freddy that night, and since then I have never returned.
They say the guard is still alive, although he's now a vegetable in a hospital bed. Foxy had tore out his frontal lobe, rendering him entirely unable to do anything. Not that it matters anymore of whether or not he does anything, since he went into a coma shortly after the incident.
The news says it was a malfunction in the animatronics, and Freddy's was not to be charged. This didn't really change the fact that their reputation had suddenly gone downhill. People still go to the restaurant to enjoy pizza and time with Freddy and his friends, even though Foxy was retired after the incident. But no one knows about that hideous, devilish laugh that Freddy made that night, or what Freddy is really like, or that Foxy is still active, or that what goes on during the night hours is much worse than what happened on August 7th, 1987. No one, that is, except me.
That's right, I'm the newest security guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and I've just started my second five nights at Freddy's.