Prologue

"Are you ready to hear our next song, kiddos?"

"YAAAAYYYY!"

Back in 1982, When I was three years old, my favorite place in the world was a pizza restaurant called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Living very close to it, my family visited very, very often. I loved everything about it from the pizza to the games to all the friends I had made. But my favorite part of it all?

The animatronics.

Freddy the Fazbear, Chica the Chicken, Bonnie the Bunny, and Foxy the Pirate Fox were my idols. When I first met them, I was amazed. The way they moved, talked, and acted made them all feel so REAL. They gave me the most fun I had ever had up to that point in my life. I loved them with every fiber of my being.

To others, Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy were just fancy robots, but to me, they were close friends. Even though they never spoke to me, I thought about them nearly every day and how much I wanted to go back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and be with them, to experience the pure enchantment before I got too old.

Five years later, being eight, I still loved going to Freddy's. One day I was playing with this girl named Anna by Pirate's Cove, one of my favorite parts of the restaurant. We were chasing around Foxy, who was holding a bucket of his pirate gold. Anna was fast, but Foxy was faster.

My parents also seemed to really like her. She was a really friendly and happy kid, and I was glad I'd made friends with her.

Pretty soon I had to leave. I said good bye to Anna, as did my parents. We drove home and I prepared for sleep. My parents were watching television. When I went to bed, I heard a gasp from my mom downstairs.

Creeping down the staircase, I saw my mom clutching her chest panting "He bit her… bit her…" as my father comforted her. On the TV, I saw an image of Foxy. For some reason, Foxy didn't look like he normally did. His mouth was all red and splotchy.

I went back upstairs to my bed and fell asleep like I normally would. When I woke up the next morning, I asked my mom "Can we go back to Freddy's today?" She just pursed her lips and sat down on the couch. She cupped her face in her hands and sat there, silent for about a minute.

"No… You're too old for Freddy's now. Eat your breakfast, Mike."

"But-"

"I said eat your breakfast!"

Maybe she was right. I am too old. I don't really see many other kids my age playing at Freddy's anymore. I sit down and eat my oatmeal. Then I remember. There is a person my age who plays at Freddy's. Anna.

Thinking about it now, I never saw Anna again.