I've waited for decades.
Long ago, I made a promise that I was never able to keep. To this day, I regret that.
The year was 1983, and I was a simple golden animatronic. Fredbear's Family Diner, as the place was called back then, was wildly popular when it opened. Birthday parties were always fully booked, and kids would push to see Spring and me. I sang and he played his guitar, and we loved every second of it.
Our suits had special mechanisms that allowed someone to wear them. The mechanism was used when we had to walk around or talk to people. It was a relief having a person do the talking for us, as some of the little kids were terrified of our natural voice.
Four years later, the popularity finally died down, so the owner commisioned four new animatronics. a bear, a bunny, a chicken, and a fox. A new stage and a curtained cove wad built, where they would perform. The bear, Freddy, and the bunny, Bonnie, were built to be our counterparts, and I guess the owner wanted them to be our twins. But Freddy was always more like a best friend to me, and Spring felt the same way about Bonnie. No, the only brothers around here were Spring and me. We would do anything for each other. Chica and Foxy, as the other two were called, were nice too, but the pirate fox was a loner. We were all so happy, but this charmed life wasn't to last long.
With the addition of a band and a pirate, business roared, with even more people than when we first opened. One kid in particular stood out to me. He was always scared of how we looked, but at the same time, he loved us. He adored me in particluar, getting a Fredbear plush and watching all of my performances. He got plushies of the whole gang, talking to them as if they were us. I even talked to the boy once, and he seemed like a wonderful kid, if a little fearful. I had odd dreams about him, where I was the Fredbear plush, giving him advice. In the dreams, I saw he had a very mean older brother, revealing why he was scared of us. His brother would pretend to be Foxy, jumping out and scaring him. It wasn't fair to the kid, as he was only six or seven. I felt that these dreams were real somehow, in a strange way.
One fateful day, the kid had a birthday party at Fredbear's. His brother brought three of his friends, and they tortured the poor kid. They insulted, scared, and made fun of the poor kid,and his birthday was ruined. I was performing when they picked up the struggling kid and carried him to the stage. His horrible brother said, "Hey guys, I think the little man wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" The teens cruelly laughed, and lifted the struggling boy up to my face. I realized his head was in my open mouth, and I tried desperately to shut down, to stop my jaw closing.
CRUNCH
Blood spurted, and part of his head was crushed. Parents ran, kids screamed, and the employees hurried to the spot. He was rushed to the hospital, while the teens, shocked, just stood there, unable to grasp what they had done.
When night fell, I saw the boy for the last time in my dreams. All was dark, except for the boy's figure, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, andme. I could hear his brother saying, " Can you hear me? I don't know if you can hear me." I could tell that even though he was cruel to his little brother, he still cared for him. "I'm sorry." Guilt filled me as I realized it wasn't only his brother that needed to apologize.
You're broken.
The darkness grew and made Foxy disappear.
We are still your friends.
Chica faded away.
Do you still believe that?
Bonnie was gone.
I'm still here.
I was the only one left.
I will put you back together.
I started to wake, but I thought to myself, "I promise."