Chapter 1
LOCATION: Fredbear's Family Diner
Immobilization isn't fun. Lacking limbs isn't fun. Lacking the ability to move anything but my eyes isn't fun. Having no purpose except for a disguised security camera to protect this storage room - is that fun? You guessed it- no, it isn't fun in the slightest. I'm nothing but a replacement for the bear on the stage. Well, a bare start of a replacement; I don't have anything aside from my camera-installed eyes, wiring and basic endoskeleton framing. Oh, and some form of cognitive thought. Yeah, not sure what they enforce into these AI chips, but damn, we're pretty advanced for animatronics - especially for the ripe age of 1983.
I'm a spare Fredbear endoskeleton head. I'm nothing but a back-up for the famous Fredbear. We're made the same- we both have cognitive thought, we both perform… well, he does. I'll be lucky if I ever see the bright, flashing lights of this diner again. I digress. Anyway, I'm a endoskeleton head stuck on this table. I've been here for quite a while. As soon as I was made, bam, I was plopped right onto this table. I haven't moved an inch since; not like I can, anyway. I'm forced to stare at this blank, grey wall and forced to listen to the ecstatic children cheer when they hear, "Fredbear's here, kids!"
Hey - can you keep a secret? I've seen some pretty twisted stuff go down in this room. Well, sorta. I can't really make sense of any commotion. Plus, there's only so much I can see from this hell-spawn of a table.
Believe me when I say this- I witnessed a murder. A gruesome, premature murder. A man in purple came in here, dragging a child along the ground as he did so. The child was screaming, kicking and crying which was hardly hearable over the music from the diner. That made me feel sick to my non-existent stomach. The man, after locking the backstage door, raised the child into the air and stared at the empty Fredbear suit next to me. The kid, still screaming at the top of the poor thing's lungs, kicked and cried. Unfortunately, that worked to no avail for the little guy. The purple man pressed the kid into the Fredbear suit with unrealistic force. The little kid screeched in pain and fear which was apparently humorous to the purple man. I could hear the metal wiring in the suit scraping against the child's bones. Blood oozed out of the suit as the child's screaming suddenly cut off. If I could've, I would've reached out and bit the man in purple's head off - but I couldn't. All I could do is watch the purple man laugh as an innocent soul was brutally murdered. The man, after much, much, much more sickening laughter, used a filthy mop to wipe away the blood; to wipe away the evidence; to wipe away his sick, twisted, horrendous little game. I saw another kid get locked in here, come to think of it. This kid had a grey and black-striped shirt. He was locked in by some older kid. The little guy was bawling his eyes out, screaming, "Let me out!" and os on- maybe he's frightened of animatronics, or maybe he's frightened of the blood-stained Fredbear suit with hair poking out of it. Thank God he wasn't killed, too.
If I ever see a man in purple roam around, he's going to regret his very existence. I'm going to make sure that no matter what this innocent child is avenged and that this man's guilty, evil laugh will be heard no more. I'm going to make this guy's life a living hell.
Well, I will at some point. As soon as I'm granted mobility. Come on, Fredbear. Break down already - I've got a man to exterminate.
"It did what?"
"It seriously injured the kid, boss. The bear ripped out the kid's entire frontal lobe."
"Oh, fuck… fuck. Are you fucking kidding me?"
"N-no, sir. We're being sued over this. There's no way we'll win- you know how the court system is."
"Fucking hell. Holy fuck, no, this isn't happening. This was my dream, Baran. This was how I provided every-fucking-thing for my family. Without this, I'm nothing. I-I'm fucked, Baran. I'm fucked!"
End chapter.