Introduction
March 24, 1986
I was heading to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for my friend's party. When I arrived at the place, a creepy guy in a golden animatronic suit greeted us. I honestly don't recall much, but I noticed something strange, something unusual about the guy. Through his suit, I could see some of his exposed skin, and it wasn't normal. Not at all. The skin was purple! Then, the guy led us backstage. I protested, but one of my friends dragged me along with her. Once we were backstage, the purple guy grabbed one of my friends and started to shove her into a Chica suit. She screamed in pain and agony, and I could hear the dreadful sound of flesh ripping from bone. Soon, blood started leaking through the suit, and spilling all over the floor. I quickly dove behind a chair so that the guy wouldn't be able to stuff me. I heard more screams and ripping noises, and when they ended, all my friends had all turned into animatronics. I decided that I was safe, but I was wrong. A knife flew toward my neck, and I was dead before I knew it.
Nov. 13, 1987,
Ugh. Today is supposed to be another party for some kid. I hate kids! I mean, they throw cupcakes at you, they stuff pizza up your mouth, they call you insulting names, they pull on your ears, and they are just plain obnoxious! God damn it! Bonnie was practicing guitar backstage, Freddy was practicing the same song he sings every time kids have a party here, Foxy was swinging from a ceiling lamp, and I'm assuming that Chica was in the kitchen, stuffing her face with pizza. And I? Here I am, complaining about my stupid job. Today would be my 110th time attending a party. Just the thought of more kids made me want to shoot myself. Back in animatronic school, I was always teased and made fun of because I was smart. Animatronics back then were kind of supposed to be stupid. Fortunately, I found 4 other animatronics that were rather intelligent as well. Still, I don't know why Chica didn't stick with the dumb guys. To be honest, she isn't exactly the brightest.
Suddenly, I heard some kids shouting, and to my horror, saw 20-some kids burst into the pizzeria. "Hi k-kids..., and w-welcome to Freddy Fazbear's p-Pizzeria." I stammered. "Hey! Look at that yellow bear! It looks so dumb!" One of the kids shouted. I clenched my jaw together to prevent myself from biting her. Besides, I was GOLD, not YELLOW! The same kid kicked me, and now I had a dent in my leg! I ABSOLUTELY DESPISE THAT ABOMINATION! So here I am, leading a mob of rowdy kids around the place. They screamed, they shouted, and they sang. Yep! Just as I expected! God damn it! I was going to have to stick with them for the rest of the day! I desperately tried to get them seated, but they would not obey. That lasted until I decided that I had the audacity to shove one of them against the wall. The rest of the kids stared at me in shock, and they all immediately scrambled into their seats. Once I managed to get all of them seated at the tables, I sneaked backstage. Then, I realized I wasn't alone.
One of the quieter kids had followed me backstage. "Um, I don't think you should come back here. Some of the other animatronics can be q-quite dangerous." I said to him. He looked up at me in surprise. "Are you Golden Freddy?" He asked. "Yes...Why?" I questioned. "I heard that you could teleport around." He said. "Well, I c-can, but don't tell anyone else, or I will stuff you into an animatronic suit!" The poor guy must have been terrified. "U-umm... O...k! I-I w-wont!" He ran off to join the rest of his gang. I decided that it was time to bring out some cupcakes, but right before I could act, I heard a chomp, followed by many shrill screams. I then heard people running around and a couple slams of a door. I knew something had gone wrong, so I teleported to the Show Area. I shouted "WHAT THE HE..." My words were cut off by a trembling Chica. She pointed to Pirate Cove. The same girl who had insulted me before now lay on the stage, dead. There were deep bite marks on her forehead, and blood was pooling around her body. "Oh, um, Foxy?" I called. "Why did you just kill someone?" No reply. I teleported backstage, where Foxy was, trembling with anger and fear.
He looked horrible. He had blood all over his jaws, and there was a piece of flesh stuck in between his teeth. " Dude, are you alright?" I asked. "Sh-She called me stupid and weird!" He finally blurted out. "Then... I just LOST IT!" I patted his back. "Fine with me. That girl insulted me when she came in." "But... Where do we go now? This place is probably going to shut down after the whole bite incident!" He spluttered. "We get revenge... On whoever made this happen. On whoever killed us and stuffed us into these dumb suits. ON THE NEXT NIGHT GUARD! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" I laughed evilly. I knew that the person that murdered us was going to be one of the next night guards because I was psychic. Just then, Bonnie's voice sounded. "Nice plan. I would love to murder that guy" I turned around. Bonnie, Freddy, and Chica were all standing behind me. Freddy said "Well, his new job starts two days later, so why don't we just have some fun in the one free day we have off?" Chica nodded. "Let's have a pizza eating contest!' She added. We all started coming up with ideas for the fun day we were going to have tomorrow.
Nov. 14, 1987,
Foxy sprinted down to Backstage to wake me up. "Hey man, just a reminder, we're having strawberry cupcakes for breakfast." I liked anything strawberry-flavored, so this news woke me up. "Cupcakes?" Foxy nodded. "Yes, Bonnie and Chica are going to make them." Cool! I teleported to the kitchen, where Bonnie was cracking eggs, and Chica was making a mess of the frosting she was mixing. After a while, the warm scent of strawberry cupcakes wafted through the kitchen. Chica handed a piping bag full of strawberry icing to me. She had frosting all over her face. "Puh ithing on te cufcaks" She said over a mouthful of frosting. I gave her a skeptical glare, and I walked off to finish the frosting process. Bonnie handed me the tray of cakes, and I carefully frosted each and every of them in a swirling pattern. To top them off, I set a little strawberry on each. Suddenly, Foxy swung down from a ceiling lamp and stole two of my cupcakes. "Hey!" I shouted. He stuffed the cupcakes into his mouth. "Shry, em ust hngre!" He choked out. "Hey Foxy, don't talk with your mouth full." Freddy demanded. "Ok everyone, breakfast time!" Bonnie yelled over Freddy.
It was a great morning. We had a mini cupcake eating contest, and Chica won as always. Freddy won second, and Bonnie, Foxy and I tied. I think Chica may have stuffed herself a little too much because she started lagging a bit when the games were about to start. First, we had a cake-making contest. Freddy is usually judge, but he had eaten a little too much this morning, so he handed the job over to me. "I'm excellent at eating contests, but I'm absolute rubbish at cooking." Chica said. "Eh, don't sweat about it. This is probably the only free day we have." Freddy reassured her. I announced "Ok, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, GO! Bonnie was the best cook out of all of us, so she knew what it took to make a good cake. Eggs, unbleached flour, milk, sugar, baking soda, and butter. Foxy was doing okay, but he left out the baking soda and the butter. Freddy only left out the butter, so he was actually doing pretty well. Chica, well I don't exactly know what she threw into the bowl. To be honest, I was dreading tasting her cake. After 30 minutes, Bonnie had already finished baking her cake. Foxy had slightly undercooked his, and Freddy had opened the oven in the middle of the baking, so his had collapsed. Well, Chica had totally forgotten hers, and the cake burned.
When the frosting process started, Bonnie started coating her cake with a fluffy, smooth, buttercream frosting, and she started piping perfect little roses onto it. The, she piped a picture of all of our gang onto the cake. Foxy had smothered his cake with a lumpy, sugar-based icing. Freddy had glopped runny, watered-down frosting all over his uneven cake. Then, I heard a mixer whizzing shrilly, and I saw globs of foul-smelling, watery, frosting fly out of a bowl, splattering everywhere. "CHICA!" Freddy screamed. "Umm, pizza?" I sighed. Chica's cake had come out looking like crap. "Cake time!" Freddy announced eagerly. First off, I had to taste Bonnie's cake. It was deliciously sweet, with the buttercream frosting melting in my mouth. Yum! My world felt hazy and woozy. The cake was so good that it put me in a daydream! "Golden Freddy." A voice sounded. "Earth to Golden Freddy!" I snapped out of my dream and saw Freddy standing over me. Next I was to taste Foxy's cake. It wasn't horrible, but it was flat and soggy in the middle. The icing tasted ok, but I didn't like the texture. Freddy's cake was well, ok. The cake had caved in, and the texture of the frosting was vile, but the flavor was pretty nice.
And for the moment I had been dreading, I had to taste Chica's revolting concoction. "Um...G-guys? I don't think I can do this." "Come on, dude! You'll be my main man if you eat it!" Foxy excitedly shouted while swinging from a lamp. "O-ok! H-here goes" I shut my eyes and stuffed a spoon of rubbish into my mouth. Immediately, a feeling of nausea and dizziness overwhelmed me, and I vomited all over Chica's unfinished pizza slice. The stuff was slimy and nasty! I don't know what that chicken put in the cake, but there certainly wasn't anything good in there. I felt terrible! "GOLDEN FREDDY!" Chica screamed furiously. "Oh yeah, sorry", I said, wiping my mouth, "but you made that cake!" She hung her head in dismay. Bonnie gave me some of her homemade soda to drink, and I felt much better. " Ok, everybody, listen up!" I shouted, "And the winner of the cake contest is... Bonnie!" Everyone was happy for the rest of the afternoon, except for Chica, whose pizza was now topped with my half-digested breakfast!
