Golden Freddy caused the Bite of '87…
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"Hey, kids! Guess what time it is?" Freddy asked a large audience of kids. It was a special birthday celebration for a little girl who had begged her parents for days to have her celebration here, at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
I stood just off stage, waiting for my cue. I knew I would be on at any moment now.
"Let's welcome Goldbear to the stage!"
I just hate my name. Why can't people call me Golden Freddy? Or even just "Freddy"? It drives me crazy sometimes… Right, my introduction.
"Hello, everyone! How are you today?" I pause and wait for the kids to reply. "That's great! Let's sing a song for our special birthday party. One, two, three…" I play the "Birthday Song" through my sound box as I examine the crowd. After the song plays out, I notice something odd. The birthday girl has her hands on the edge of the stage, and looks as if she wants to climb up. No. I think. That is against the rules.
"Where do you think you're going?" I ask the girl. She stares at me in wonder. "Please do not climb on the stage. That's against the rules." I tell her. She backs down as her parents lead her and her friends over to the party tables. Good.
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An hour later, I watch as the guests leave and the girl's friends hug her goodbye. I turn to look at Freddy, and he gives me a wink to tell me I did a good job. I was just recently brought out of storage, and I hope for it to stay that way.
Suddenly, I become aware of a noise like fabric rubbing against the ground. I snap my head around in time to see the little girl reaching for my mask. No… I think as my AI takes over and I lose control. Then the world fades to black, the girl's screams echoing in my ears…
Hey, guys! Thank's for the reviews! Basically, after the Bite happens, Golden Freddy or "Goldbear" is taken back into storage and his endoskeleton is ripped out of him and stuffed in the music box to make sure he can't hurt anyone else. However, his spirit (the one who was thinking) is still in the endoskeleton. This will lead into one of my other theories…and I might finish this story here or on my profile. Thank you for reading!
