My life has been nothing but a mess. I've tried, really, really hard to have a normal life, but it just can't be that way. Pure horror, and grief, that's been my life. My name's Sara, and I've done nothing but grieved over my best friends death for most of my life… but I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start from the beginning.
Let's start off in the year 1985, I was about ten when it all started. My friend Emily and I went to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria, we were best friends, we were inseparable. My dad had taken us, and we wandered off on our own and explored around. She always loved watching the band, I always loved Pirates Cove. Foxy was always my favorite, he was a loner, kinda like me. He wasn't really included with the whole band, but I enjoyed him a lot more than the other animatronics. I don't know something about the way he never minded being the only one in this area of the restaurant. He was proud to be a pirate, and I know it seems stupid to be saying this stuff, I mean he's not alive after all.
That's what I always thought at least….
It was getting late, and we had to go home soon. The thing was, after a while of being away in Pirates Cove, my dad came for us, and it was time to go home. I realized me and Emily split up, she was off watching the band, so we decided to go off to find her. The thing was, she wasn't there. Maybe she was in Pirates Cove and I just didn't see her. We went back, but couldn't find her. Where was she?
We checked around the building, she was no where to be found. We decided to call her parents, then the police. They had the whole building cleared out, and filed a lost child report. Emily. Where did she go? Weeks, and weeks went by. No one could find her, no one knew if she was dead or alive. I wanted to keep hope that she was still out there, somewhere, but my dad told to just give up on it. Freddy's was the last time I ever saw my friend. I grew up miserable and a little unstable with out her around, I never talked to anyone or hung out with anyone, I let my life go by without her. Emily wasn't coming back.
Freddy's Pizzaria wasn't either, after the incident, the restaurant moved locations, they scraped the old animatronics, and got brand new ones. They moved there for a while. It wasn't until like December 1987 they moved back. They had the old animatronics back and decided to pretend like nothing happened. I was about twelve going back to the grand re-opening. My dad didn't think it was a good idea to go, but I wanted a little bit of closure. We decided to go, I didn't have too much fun there, but I decided to cheer myself up by going to Pirates Cove.
I went down to Pirates Cove, I wanted to see Foxy, I smiled for a little, I guess now we both really understand what it's like to be lonely. I looked up for a little at him, I wanted to ask if he knew where Emily was, but that would be silly. I stood there for a little, looking up at him, he just kept talking about Pirates Cove and other things he normally said. The way he was programmed.
I felt something wet fall down my cheeks, I was crying. I couldn't help it, Emily, Emily… Where are you Emily? I didn't know what to do. I covered my face with my hands, crying, really badly. I started feeling really dizzy, and wobbled. I didn't notice what I was doing until it happened. I heard one of the workers to not get so close to Foxy, and then it happened. I felt a large shadow hang over my head, I looked up and saw Foxy. His entire mouth was over my head. He chomped down hard, and took apart the front of my head. I fell to the ground, all I heard next were frantic screams, and panicked customers. Everyone was running and trying to call for help. I saw my dad running for me. I blacked out.