Five Nights in Hell

Chapter I

'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza'

It's been a while since people have actually enjoyed coming here. I used to love coming to this place with my family. The animatronics used to always cheer me up. I was always motivated to get up on the stage and dance with them. I was a well behaved child, however, so I obeyed the rules and simply watched them.

Who am I? Frank, Frank Francisco. Though, I suppose you may call me Freddy Fazbear. Everyone does. Though I don't blame them, since they don't know the full story. That day. That specific moment. I remember it like it was yesterday. No matter how many wires and metallic screws went through my brain when I was stuffed into a suit, that day is permanently stuck in my mind.

It was my birthday. November 18th of 1986.

I wanted to celebrate it at Freddy's. Like I said, I loved the place, so wanting to go there on my birthday wasn't really a surprise. I brought along my four friends, who were all just as excited and eager as me.

Brandon, Carmen, Felix and George. Those were their names. My best friends.

It all started when we sat down. The only parents with us were my mom and dad, along with Brandon's mom who decided to tag along so she could have a quick chat with my parents. We were all roughly the same age; seven, though George was eight.

"Honey," spoke the calm voice of my mom. "Vanessa and I are just going outside to get a breather. You can start opening your presents, if you'd like." she said, as hugged me; something that I returned as I nodded, watching her walk outside with Brandon's mom.

"Oh, oh, oh! Open my present first, Frank!" squealed Carmen, who was literally jumping up and down on her seat. I chuckled lightly and nodded, reaching for the present which I guessed was Carmen's. She was the only girl, and I couldn't imagine any of the others wrapping my presents up in pink. I picked it up and began to read the tag.

"To Frank, happy birthday! I hope you have a really great day becau-"

"D-Don't read it out loud!" Carmen shouted, blushing heavily. I was baffled as to why she didn't want me to read it out loud, though as I continued reading I understood, a light blush meeting my cheeks.

"Ooh, someone's got a crush!" snickered Felix, who was still a troublemaker. I saw Carmen hide her face in her blonde hair, as Brandon pushed Felix a little too hard.

"Shut up!" he said. "Stop embarassing them!" Brandon said, before relaxing and sitting firmly in his seat. I knew the whole reason why he was suddenly so deffensive. It was his little crush on Carmen. He obviously didn't like the thought of me going out with her instead of him.

I began to rip open the wrapping paper, when we were greeted by none other than Freddy Fazbear himself.

"Hey, kids!" he greeted, though something was off about his voice. But at the time, I was too excited to care. Freddy was always my favorite animatronic.

"Hello, Freddy!" we all greeted back in unison, though I remember saying it a little louder than the others.

Freddy turned towards me. "So, you're the birthday boy, huh?" I nodded. "Say, how about you follow me out back? We've all got a little surprise for you!" he said as he slowly approached George. "Don't tell him," Freddy whispered in his ear "but it may or may not include cake!" he finished, causing George to laugh.

Freddy began walking towards a door, with 'EMPLOYEES ONLY' written on it. We were too excited to care. It was just as we all stepped in, that I noticed the lack of the other two animatronics on the show stage. I noted that Pirate Cove lacked Foxy as well, though that was the last thing I saw as everything went black.

I awoke shortly afterwards. I couldn't move. I was panicking, looking around at my surroundings. I saw Freddy holding Carmen. But Freddy wasn't the animatronic I loved. He was simply a man dressed up.

I could see Carmen squirm and scream, though the gag she sported proved the attempt useless. I saw tears running down her cheeks. I wanted to do something. I needed to do something. But I couldn't. All I could do was shout, but I also had a gag. I was petrified. I doubt I would even be able to move if I wasn't tied up; the mere shock running through my body would probably immobilize me. I shook my head violently as I finally understood what was going on. I couldn't seem to spot the others anywhere.

I saw blood everywhere. The walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the Freddy costume the man was wearing. I saw Bonnie, Foxy and what seemed to be a yellow version of Freddy sitting next to the exit, covered in blood and mucus. What was about to happen shouldn't of happened.

Carmen's screams died down as she was forcefully stuffed inside Chica. I saw the endoskeleton snap her neck as several wires pierced her eyes, too many screws and cogs penetrating her head. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. Before I knew it, there was no trace of Carmen left besides the fountain of blood dripping from Chica.

I saw Freddy, the real Freddy, the animatronic, sitting idly and leaning against the door we had entered. My breathing intensified as I finally began to cry.

I'm next.

I shudder at the memory. The man disguised as Freddy was eventually found, though our bodies were not. The souls of my friends and I possess the animatronics now. Brandon was stuffed inside Bonnie, Carmen with Chica, Felix with Foxy, and George with what we all nicknamed Golden Freddy. I had never seen that animatronic before in my life.

Brandon was always the cocky, tough guy of the group. I was slightly reassured that he hadn't changed when he was murdered. Carmen was so gentle and nice, she would show kindness to anyone. She didn't deserve to die. None of us did. But the thought of someone so sweet and kind getting brutally murdered in one of the most horrific ways after doing nothing wrong just makes my blood boil so much that-

"Freddy, calm yourself. You don't want to short circuit." spoke Brandon.

I sighed. We all referred to ourselves by our respective animatronic now. Bonnie and I were the only ones that didn't change. Chica was still with us, though she never spoke and always remained silent and stared at the floor when she wasn't being forced to perform like the rest of us. Golden Freddy, who was a social butterfly when he was alive, hid himself from the world as he sat emotionless and effortless in the kitchen. But Foxy. When Felix died, something snapped.

He was so short tempered now. He would growl and scoff all the time. But things weren't so bad. That is, until The Bite of '87. He couldn't control himself. He was furious. Mad. He bit off the frontal lobe of a five year old girl's brain. Foxy was put out of order, and the curtains closed permanently for both Pirate Cove and Foxy. That day, Foxy went from incredibly short tempered to dramatically depressed. Every night I would wake up from sleep mode to the sound of weeping and sniffs coming from Pirate Cove. I wanted to go and comfort him, but after the incident in 1987, I just couldn't.

The pizzeria was announced to be closing down soon. We were all baffled at the news. We would be shut down. Dismantled. We would never see the light of day again, even as an animatronic. Sudden anger built up in all of us, even me, and I was usually so calm and collected. For the meantime, the pizzeria was receiving night guards. Each one of us had to take our anger out on something. We all viewed the guards as the enemy, someone who was a threat, someone who was likely to rob children of their lives like that man did to us. We couldn't allow it. We wouldn't allow it. The staff thought we were killing them because we thought they were endoskeletons without their suits on. Hah. If only that was the real reason.

Every one of the guards were terrible at their jobs. Half of them wasted their power so quickly I was getting tired of showing up at their left door. One of the guards managed to get to the third night, though he was done for after not checking on Pirate Cove.

But then there was this other guard. What was his name again? Mike Schmidt? Yeah, that was it. There was something different about him. He wasn't scared, he didn't scream. Sure, he jumped when Bonnie or Chica showed up, but it was just simply instincts. Heck, he would hardly ever waste power and he could slam the door shut before Foxy could get to him. It was like he was trained, like he was a professional at this. The rare times he finally drained his power, and I showed up, he got lucky. Just as I was going to kill him, like his race did to me, the clock turned to 6AM. I knew I had to get on the stage before the staff arrived, so I simply glared at him as he wiped the sweat off his brow.

Mike was actually the closest thing we had to a friend.