- 911 what is your emergency? … Hello? …Can you talk?
- S-A-V-E T-H-E-M.
*death phone noise*
- Hello? Sir? Somebody quick! Send people to *static sound*…! There's not a second to loose.
_FRITZ SMITH_ …
- Hello! Hello! And welcome to the Freddy fazbear pizza-a-a-a-a-a…
The smell. It was so strong. Every time they came close, you would just get overwhelmed by this smell of… metal and rottenness. Like something have died in there. It might for all I known. I almost did. Many times. They keep trying to get me. I don't know what they would do if they finally did. The other night… Freddy was close. Too close. It was just in front of me, his dead eyes just starring. Waiting. A scrapping sound came from behind. I looked around for just less than a second and when I turned back. It was closer than any animatronics ever got to me. The smell was so strong that my noise hurt. I could feel my heart beating in my chest, stronger and stronger. My blood pumping trough my body faster and faster. Adrenaline rush making my hand and legs shaking. I never taught anyone could be that scared and not die. The holes… the eyes… were black and soulless. Inside two frail lights were starring. The fur was yellow and defray… And I remember… blood. Yes. It must have been. Red, dark, sticky and smelly blood. Licking trough the eye and the mouth. Than, suddenly, pain. Horrible, incredible intense pain. As if your inside were shred out of your body and the blood. My blood. Was dripping everywhere… than… than black. Nothingness. And… than… I… I don't remember. It's cold. So cold. I don't see anything. I don't know where I am nor why I'm here… can somebody hear me? Help me… please… I'm so afraid. I'm so scared…. Don't let me here alone. With them.
_FRITZ SMITH_ … Is no longer able to work at the pizzeria. Ironically, is shift there has never ended.