I remember always coming here as a child. Little did I know I would be forced to live here forever, trapped in this suit. All because I didn't believe in the magic of this place anymore. I was sixteen when the accident happened. And the way the newspaper always talked about us being kids. I was the oldest victim. The two youngest of us were fourteen. But that was years ago. If we were still alive, I'm sure we would have children of our own. I wouldn't have brought my kids here though. Not after what happened to the others. I was the fourth one. First came him, then that other boy, then the girl, then me. I felt so bad for them. But when trapped in a place like this, it was easy for them to make friends with each other. They were on the stage together. But here I was, alone. So lonely. It wasn't easy staying behind this curtain. I didn't get to talk to them as much. I mean, I could've, if my joints worked well. But these old sockets don't work unless I will them to do so. Which is usually when Freddy wants me to move.
I guess this is where I tell you about all of us. Our names before...then after. I'll take you person by person. Just because I'm not close with the other animatronics doesn't mean that don't know their stories too. I knew that much. So, I'll start with the first of us. Liam Smith was the first young fourteen year old victim. I actually was there with my family when he was kidnapped. The Purple Guy really lives up to that name. He wore a purple suit, and a purple baseball cap. But enough of that. I could care less about him. Liam was on his way to a VIP visit with his sister when they got split up. After, no one ever saw Liam again.
The next victim in line was the other fourteen year old boy. James Lear was his name. Smart kid. I remember hearing about this in the news. Again the speculation was the Purple Guy. And again, they would've been right. Maybe they should've caught him. Then there's a chance that the last of us would still be alive. They never went into details about the murders. That's one of the things that bothers all of us the most. They could've made people more aware of what was going on. And of course, even after all of this, this place is still open. I don't get that, but at least we keep things lively. That's all that matters, right?
The next victim was Vanessa Bee. She was right in between the ages of the boys and I, fifteen. She was actually a friend of my friend. I never knew her before our time here, but the way my friend used to talk, she was very nice. And last but not least, there was me. My name was Neal Taylor. I was sixteen, as I said before. This is the only detailed murder I can tell you. I don't remember it very clearly now, but I know enough of it. I was stabbed a few times, before Purple Guy decided to stuff me in my suit. Once in it, he stabbed me a few more times before I actually felt myself take my last breath. It was all a very weird experience. And I don't remember seeing my life flash before my eyes, but then again, it's been a while.
So that brings us here. Present day for you, years later for us. Now, I can tell you who became who. Liam is now known as Freddy, James as Bonnie, Vanessa as Chica, and myself as Foxy. It was strange at first, not knowing how to move or where I was exactly. Then hearing the voices of the others, and trying to decipher where they were as well. After a while, we became able to do a lot of things. Moving was one. I wandered around a bit before the joints in my suit started to stick. I just wish I knew how to fix it. A little oil might not hurt. But I am out of order now. I can't blame that on my rusty joints, though. I'm shut down for a very different reason. Something that I didn't even do! I don't clearly remember that year, day, or moment either. All I know is that that is when the place decided to shut down for a while, before becoming more "kid-friendly." The Bite of '87 is something that is hard to forget. After that, I never knew what happened to the others. They all got moved and broken. We were replaced with newer versions of ourselves, and we were left to rot, break, and wither away. That's one thing they should've remembered to check.
The biggest things that were wrong with the whole replacement thing was the fact they tried to fix us before replacing us. That was a bad move on their part, especially if there was an animatronic that had learned how to really play his part. The part of a revenge-filled pirate. I remember old pirate stories that helped me gain the confidence to actually act the way I have. Anyway, we eventually learned how to not only control our original forms, but the new ones as well. We even got so good over time that we were able to have control of both. Even if the others couldn't always control their other forms, I was still the full force of Foxy. And now it was even better, because I was able to move a lot better now. But eventually they decided that they didn't want to run the business anymore. They sold us off to an amusement park. They made us into another attraction. Well, I shouldn't say they sold us exactly. They had burned the original places due to all the faulty things wrong with us.
Once we figured out how to be the ghosts of a ghost of an animatronic, we continued to go after people. One person in particular; the Purple Guy. He had come to visit us a lot over the years. We finally got the chance to get our revenge. With the new suits they made for workers to wear, there were faulty springlocks. So on his run away from us, Purple Guy decided that hiding in one of those suits would keep us away from him. Nothing prepared any of us for what really happened that day. We watched as the Purple Guy laughed, thinking he had us fooled. But that definitely wasn't the case. They had warned the employees that the locks would trigger with the slightest miss-movement. So, as he was standing there laughing and trying to work the suit, one of the springlocks triggered. Purple Guy was left to slowly bleed out.
After a couple of weeks, the Safe Room was cleaned and the owners tried very hard to hide the fact that someone had died in one of the suits, and the attraction opened. Another week later, and we noticed the slight twitching in the suit in which the Purple Guy had met his fate. After a while, the suit powered on, and stood up. Finally able to move, Purple Guy gave himself a new name and then decided he might as well try to make friends with us for the time being. He called himself Springtrap, due to the fact that that was how he met his end. We all worked together to get the place to close down so that way we could stay at peace, and not have to work so hard to not be free. Or as free as we could be, anyway. They granted us the pleasure after a few months. Eventually they shut the place down, and we tried to live in peace. But little did we know, that it was all going to change again.
We were moved to a new place, and I realized that it was just like the original location. Was someone going to try and bring it back? All of the models that were ever used ended up here. The originals, our toy counterparts, Springtrap, Balloon Boy, and even the Marionette. I guess it wasn't all of us. But it was the more popular ones. We were fixed up by a man and his family, and given new locations. We later learned that this would be a museum, and they wanted it in memory of everything that had happened years ago. They knew all of the information on us! I didn't know how to react to this. All I knew, is that this idea could go either way. I just hope it works out for the best.
One day, the man came in and walked around a bit. He shut all of the blinds on the windows, and then sat down in the main part of the building. What he did next made us all feel somewhat alive again. "I want to guys to feel at home here. Please only control the original forms on yourselves. We don't need all of the animatronics roaming about. You may startle people at first, but I'm sure they will grow to like you. Now, if you will, I would like to see you guys. Please come out. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy." I made my way to the stage, and looked at the others. They looked back at me, and then straight ahead to the hall that lead to the refurbished kitchen. The first of us to move was Chica. After, we all slowly followed behind her.
"What do you want from us?" Chica asked him. We all knew that we were still ourselves, but I don't know if he did. Chica stuck with talking in the voice of the animatronic, and we all turned back to the man.
"I only want you to have the recognition you deserve. It's a very sad tale...what you all went through. And if you'll allow me to, I'd like for you to finally have a place you don't have to hide in. A place you can call home. A place where I will make people see who you really are. And you don't have to use the animatronic suits to talk to me."
"How do we know we can trust ye?" I asked, using Foxy as my rock.
"How come you feel you need to ask all these questions?"
"Because of the past." I was a little surprised to hear Freddy pipe up. It's not everyday you get that one to talk.
"How about this? I'll slowly work on gaining your trust, then after that, we can decide what to do...together. Do we have a deal?"
We all turned and looked at each other, before looking back to the man. "Deal." It wasn't long after that before we became close to the man. We even met his wife. He told us that he also had a daughter, but she refused to come and take part in "childish" things. But he did tell us that she was nice and smart, when she chose to be.
"Freddy? Chica? Bonnie? Foxy?" We traveled out to meet the man, and he had gifts laying on the table. For Freddy, a new top hat and bowtie. For Bonnie, a new bowtie. For Chica, a ribbon for her hair, a new bib, and a new cupcake. And for me, a new eyepatch and hook. We thanked the man, and he smiled at us. Little did we know, later on we would learn about the secret he was keeping from us. We continued to meet with the man, and one day, he brought his daughter in. He gave her a tour of the place, and she never once uttered a word. And when she did, she referred to us as "crappy old buckets of bolts" and walked away. The man apologized to us in her favor, and was on his was. We overheard them arguing, and the man told her that we knew exactly what she said because we were indeed alive. She just called him crazy, and started getting ready to leave. I went to meet the others, and they weren't moving. I took it upon myself at that moment to go and stop her.
"Where you be goin', lass?" I said as I walked up to the man. She froze in her tracks and turned around.
"See? I told you. There's magic in this place if you just believe it. Well, not just magic. Do you remember the stories I used to tell you about the old pizzeria I went to as a kid? These were there."
"So these are the animatronics from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza? These are what you always talk about?"
"Indeed." I turned as I saw the others join us, and then looked back to the girl.
"We used to be little youngins ourselves. Well, teens to be exact," I added.
"What happened?" She's the first one to ask us that.
"Do you remember the accidents I told you about? The children and Purple Guy? The murdered children are the reason why these animatronics move."
"Children? Ye do realize we were teens, right?" I asked carefully.
"Really? Why did people make it seem different?" the young girl asked.
"We don't know," Bonnie said. Him and the others seemed a little uneasy talking to the girl.
"Oh! As I'm sure you guys are aware, this is my daughter. Why don't you introduce yourselves?" the man asked stepping aside.
"My name is Chica."
"My name is Bonnie."
"My name is Freddy."
"And I be Foxy."
"That's nice." The girl really seemed very uninterested, even though she asked us so many questions.
"Why don't you go wait in the car?" the man asked turning to her. She turned and walked away, leaving is be.
"What be yer name?" I asked, hoping she would answer.
"You're smart. Why don't you figure it out?" She smiled and walked out of the building.
"That young lass of yer's is something," I said turning to the man.
"That she is. I don't think I ever told you guys this, but my name is Josh. That, and there's something else I need to tell you. Why don't you have a seat?"
"Alrightly. Fire away, Mr. Josh," Chica chirpped.
"This is my last day here with you guys. I have a problem, and I need to go get treatment. I don't know how long I'll be away, but I've asked Molly and our daughter to watch over you and this place," Josh said looking at us.
"That's so sad," Chica said, looking to us.
"Aye, the lass is right. We sure are going to miss you. But best of luck. I hope yer back soon," I told him, not knowing how to show how I really felt.
"Freddy? Is something wrong?" Josh watched Freddy twitch, and his jingle rang out around us. Freddy remained silent, and got up. We watched as he walked away slowly, whispering nothings to himself.
"I'm sure he be fine, laddy. We'll make sure he stays alright."
"Thank you. Oh, and about my daughter's name. It's Brogyn."
"We'll keep an eye on your family too," Bonnie said.
"Don't worry! Everything is fine with us!" Chica yelled.
"Thanks again guys. I should get going now. Hey, I'll see you on the flip side!" We watched him leave, not knowing when he would be back. And to be completely truthful, Freddy's little "malfunction" was because of the news Josh gave us. Freddy was so used to having him around. I just wonder how it's actually going to be...
