I had always loved going to Freddy Fazbear's pizza since I was a just a kid. Something about it was different. Employees were almost always genuinely happy. The animatronics were defiantly the main attraction. They seemed different. Something about them was just so genuine. Many people rumored them to be "alive," though this just became a joke, for some, that was until something changed not only the company, but us, forever.

September 13th, 1983

It was another amazing day at Freddy's. I was but 12 at the time. We had gotten out of school, and my friend Noah, had invited me and several other friends to a party. We all laughed and enjoyed ourselves, our parents keeping a close eye. The animatronics on stage had just finished another song, and we all clapped and laughed as they bowed. It was comical the way they moved, lumbering and slow, but they always felt so friendly. There were two of them, both being this vibrant "golden" color. One a large, almost round bear, and the back up a slightly shorter rabbit, with long outstretched ears. They began to step off the stage, as this was the time they were allowed to roam and "Chat" with the kids. Noticing how there were many kids at one table he cam over to OUR table! It was incredible for me! It happens a lot but there was always this feeling of unadulterated joy whenever they came to your table.

"Everyone having a good time?" The golden bear animatronic asked in its deep, and robotic, yet kind voice. We all cheered and gave our respective yells of happiness. "Good! Now what's the occasion, or are we just here to see ol' Freadbear again?" The bear inquired to us. "Uh, i-it's Noah's Birthday!" I called out, almost defensively. 'Why am I afraid even if I was here to visit?' I pondered, looking down ashamedly. "Oh?" the bear called out inquisitively, "Is that so Noah? How old are ya this year" His voice soothing to us all, like a gentle giant's. "I… I'm twelve this year sir!" Noah piped up near the end of his sentence, becoming gleeful instead of nervous. He had always been one to make sure he was respectful. "Well you sure are getting big mister! I think that means you should be getting something a little extra, Don't you?" The bear seemed to speak in riddles sometimes, maybe that's why I enjoyed this place so. "What do you mean Mr. Freadbear?" Noah pried further to see just what the bear was asking. "Why CAKE of course young boy! What kind of child doesn't like cake?" As the bear finished his sentence, his mouth stretched into a genuine, yet toothy grin. The entire table erupted into joy as the bear walked back to retrieve the "gift" from the kitchen. "Now remember to share everyone, and make sure to have lots of fun at Freddy Fazbear's!" The bear finished before he began walking back to the stage. "We will" we all collaboratively shouted towards the bear, each of us wearing a grin larger than our own faces. I looked back to my mother, holding her purse in her arm, smiling warming towards me. I gave a quick wave as the show was about to begin.

It had been about two hours since the "extra gift" Freadbear gave us. We weren't the only ones in the diner, but we sure did act like it. There was a group of boys, most likely around 15, and another younger boy, around our age. They seemed to be harassing him. I couldn't tell if it was a game or not, but we were all to small and too afraid to do anything. We tried to block it out, but then, it became to much to block out. "Oh what's that? You wanna go see Fredbear UP CLOSE? Well come on boys let's help him out!" The oldest, wearing a black jacket with blue jeans said malevolently, as he and his posse hoisted up the small boy. He began to yell, and while most of it was unintelligible, I heard him say things like, "Please, I CAN'T GO THERE," and "I know what I saw!" He kept screaming the entire way down. I wanted to stop them; the poor kid was being tortured. They kept getting closer and closer to Fredbear and he kept screaming louder and louder, but no-one did anything.

They finally reached The stage and the younger boy said something I was unable to make out. "What's that?" The eldest said again, "Hey guys, I think the little chicken wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!" He hissed. They began to hoist him higher. "On three..." one of them said with poison in his voice, "One... Two… THREE!" They pushed the younger boy's head into Fredbear's open mouth, sticking his head between his jaw. Tears were streaming down the boys face, wetting the inside of the animatronic. Suddenly time seemed to stop as a piercing creaked echoed through the diner, just before the power CRACK as the jaws closed on the young boys head. A shining, crimson liquid began to pour from the bear's mouth, his kind loveable nature seeming to be replace by that of a killers, from my perspective. The boys who placed him there were just as confused and scared as us. They began to call out "What is wrong with you?" The eldest replied, "This wasn't supposed to happen!" he repeated the phrase, his anger and hatred replaced by fear and concern. I sprinted for my mother unable to form sentences. "M-m-Mom… we need to leave… now." I was scared and in shock, how could something like this happen? "Don't be silly honey! Go on and enjoy Noah's party!" She clearly hadn't noticed what had happen. She must have been distracted talking to one of the other mothers there. "S-Something, h-happened." I managed to slur out my sentence. She looked up to the stage, seeing the horror that happened upon us. She let out a scream as she dragged me out towards the car. The image etched upon my brain.

Freddy Fazbear's closed down, the child died shortly after in the hospital, and investigation went on to see what could have possibly caused such a massive malfunction. But the restaurant was closed for quite a while, but underwent massive changes before it reopened the next year.