"Dadeh! Dadeh!" Cried Stephan only six years old.
"What's up kido?" Jerry, Stephan's dad replied.
"Can we go now? Can weh go?"
"Well… I don't see why not. I mean, it is your birthday! So go and get your stuff and we'll head off!"
"Yay daddy! Can I bring my friends?" Asked Stephan.
"What do you mean? Your friends are gonna meet us there." Stephan held up his toy Bonnie, Freddy, Chica and Foxy. Now his father understood.
"Well, I guess so… but you know, if you leave your friends here, then they'll meet you at the party and be much bigger!"
"Ohh! Okay!"
Jerry got the car ready and put in Stephan's booster seat. He also packed in some of Stephan's favorite toys including his fazbear toys in case he got board. Stephan stepped inside the car and didn't say anything for the whole trip.
"What's up buddy! You've been so quiet! Is something wrong?" Stephan was thinking of what to say.
"Well my toys said that they would hurt me. And now that there gonna be big, well, do you think it'll hurt even more?"
"They said what? What do you mean? Wow Stephan. You sure have a wild imagination!" They were both quiet for the rest of the trip. Jerry didn't understand what Stephan meant. He was worried for his son.
"They said they'll bite my head off." Stephan said just as they arrived.
