Did you ever ask yourself in a nightmare if you were dreaming and the answer was no, so you accepted everything following as a normal part of your life?

I can't remember any of my dreams longer than a few minutes after I wake up, but the nightmares stay forever. I always ask myself if I'm dreaming when something bad happens in my life, but the answer is always no, you're not dreaming.

When my parents divorced I also asked myself if this was maybe just a bad dream. Suprise, it wasn´t.

My name's Mary, I'm 16 and the oldest "child" in my family. My little brother Kevin is

6 years old and my sister Lisa is 4.

Lisa and Kevin aren't really my siblings. Kevin is the son of my mother and her new husband Jerry, who works for a big company and rarely shows up. They adopted Lisa when she was just a few months old, don't ask me why they had to stuff another kid into this household.

Kevin is a pretty big jerk for his age, Lisa is the exact opposite. She could write single words since her fourth birthday. The first word Lisa ever wrote was "PIZZA" (I´m so proud of her) and she kind of re-drew it from a pizza-carton in "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza", a Pizzeria for little children. They play funny songs all day and they have some kind of electric,dancing animals.

Well and that's where my worst nightmare starts, at this restaurant.

I have been celebrating my birthday in that store since I was like 3 years old. Since the divorce of my parents I didn't visit it until my brother turned 4, and Jerry suggested that it would be a great idea to celebrate it at Freddy's, and all of his friends were invited. I couldn't remember much of the place when I first entered it after all those years,but I felt happy for some reason. This place means that everyone is happy, singing songs, eating pizza and cake and only returns home when it gets dark. The following years we celebrated all birthdays of Kevin and Lisa in this restaurant, but I didn't come with them. I loved my siblings but I couldn't survive a whole day between about two hundret shouting and running kids.

But not this year.

It was the 7th birthday of my brother and I promised him to go to his birthday party (he held my smartphone in one hand and a glass of water in his other. I had no chance), so I dressed up in my darkest clothes to look as scary as possible. I hoped kids don't talk to scary looking people. At least I didn't wear the smoky eye stuff my mother bought me.

(I screwed up drawing a line with the eyeliner like seven times...)

When we arrived at the restaurant there were already three moms with their little children waiting inside.

There were colorful party hats on every seating place,confetti lay on the ground and in the background a happy song was playing. The employees told the mothers they could leave now, they had everything under control. I looked at them but nobody noticed me. The staff consisted of two women, both with brown hair tied back into a horse tail. One of them had a pink ribbon around her neck. The male employee was a man in his mid-twenties, hardly trying to look happy even though his working uniform was way to small for him to be able to breath.

I turned to the stage at the other side of the room. Three big creatures stood up there, holding several instruments. A purple rabbit, a brown bear and a yellow duck wore a bib that read "LET'S EAT".

Yes, I liked the duck.

Time after time the other children gave Kevin some presents wrapped up in gift paper and decorated with many loops.

They ate pizza, annoyed the employees and played games. Nobody really talked to me, so I could just hang around and stare at my smartphone.

The guy who worked here even gave me a cup full of a clear liquid and gave me a wink.

„That's no water. Makes the children more bearable."

It was Vodka.

Why do they even have that at a children's restaurant?

Another hour passed until I noticed I had to use the bathroom. I didn't really feel the alcohol, so nobody noticed my drinking.

I started to wander around in the place and observed the animals a little more. They were robots in costumes,no doubt. They moved pretty smooth but didn´t walk. I remembered them walking around when I was smaller. Why didn't they walk now? They just moved their arms, heads and eyelids. By the way, a robot who was able to walk and move like this had to be fucking expensive. Why didn't they care a little more for them? Their fur was dirty and the light in the left eye of the bunny was flickering.

I set off to search for the bathroom again when I nearly bumped into the duck. It was standing in the middle of the way.

„How did you-" I stuttered and looked back at the empty place at the stage.

„So...you DO move."

The duck didn't answer.

„Creepy."

I didn't want to talk to a robot so I turned to go back and ask where to find the bathroom.

„Do...you want to...have a pizza?"

A voice behind me asked and I froze.

Shit this was getting weird. I glared back at her,from the voice I could say it was a her, and spotted the Pizza carton in her wings.

„Where the fuck did you get that from?" I asked and already knew she wouldn't answer. Or at least that's what I thought.

„From...the kitchen."

Her voice was a little more stable.

Like she just got used to talking again.

That damn thing was a lot bigger than me, her purple eyes seemed to be bound to my face.

„Okay I did NOT expect that. You can understand me?"

She nodded.

„So what kind of robot are you?"

„My name is Chica. I work at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and my job is it to smile, sing and tell the children something about all the good food we are selling here."

I had taken a closer look to her beak when she spoke. There was something inside but I couldn't identify it. Maybe a tounge? And also there was something...something red at the tip of the beak. Of course it could just have been this red tomato stuff they put on the pizzas, maybe she had imitated eating one or a child had slapped a slice of pizza into her face to feed her. But this red was too dark to be tomato stuff and it also was dried.

I slowly began walking backwards.

That Chick is so fucked up creepy I had to get lost NOW.

I stumbled after a few steps and panicked slightly, so I turned and was about to just run away.

If there hadn't been a fourth animal blocking my way.

This one was even bigger than Chica, his fur was torn and hung down in dirty strips.

You could see the partly rusty metal Exoskeleton under the costume.

Only this sight scared the shit out of me, it looked like the Terminator coming home from war.

Rips covered it's face and one of the yellow glowing eyes was covered by a black eyepatch. It had many sharp teeth lurking out of its far-too-big-to-be-appropriate-for-children mouth.

But the scariest thing was the hook he had instead of a right hand.

A fucking spiky hook.

It twitched a little and I jumped back.

„Hello...friend?"

The fox asked and I squeezed past the Duck back to the Dining area. A room full of kids was better than robotic Horror animals.