You will hear diferent perspective of the Freddy Fazbear Pizza history. Let's start with me, cause I'm the root of all of this.
Well, I was born in 1940. My mother was raped by a man, she calls him 'my dad'. But, he's a bastard. He never knew the mistake he made, which was ME.
My mother made an excuse, saying that her and my "dad" have been "divorced" for a while, and that he will be back soon with mommy.
Eugh, "mommy".. that awful word. Makes. Me. SICK.
So, 5 years later, the man came back, and took away my mom...
I hate him so much...
But, when she came back, she was beaten, and pregnent again.
She said my "little brother" had a fracture from the beating... I started crying. He was my brand new baby brother, and he was gonna be living in hell with that freacture.
But, when he was born, mom named him... eugh, it's been so long, I can't remember... But, I think it was something like... "Fritz Oragama". It's a stupid name. But, this is, "phone guy".
When he was born, it was the happiest moment of my life. So, I cried when I held him... the innocent, Fritz, here in my arms. Soon enough, when he was grown up, he kept making fun of me cause I loved the color purple. There's nothing wrong with that, right?
-to be continued-