NOT EVERYTHING IS A GAME…
…is the last thing I heard on the day of the FredBear`s incident. Let`s back up a little. That day I had a fight with my mom and I just left to go somewhere, it didn't matter where, just not there. I decided I would go to the local FredBear`s diner, do they even have a non-local one? A man in a purple suit (if you asked me he looks rich) I thought he was tailing me, but the second I thought that he jumped into a black Mustang (Those were very popular). I started to jog because the diner because it was 3.7 miles exactly from my house, as I said I had a fight with my mom so I couldn't ask her to drive me. I got there, it was the scariest thing anyone could have happen to them. The man, the purple suited man was standing there right behind me, my body would move. I stood there as he slowly walked towards me with a crooked smile, I had tears gushing down my face as I saw his knife. I remember feeling like I was stabbed more than once, but it was just the pain spreading. Then I fall and lay on the cold hard ground right next to FredBear`s. Is hut my eyes and hear a whisper like "Not everything is a game".