This is what has come of my friends saying I should flesh out and continue "Tortured."

Hope you like it. :P R&R!


They call me "Freddy."

That's not what my name is, though.

That's the bear's name, mine is Lisa.

When the nice man got a scary look on his face, he hurt my friends, and then he hurt me.

Then it didn't hurt anymore.

The next thing I knew, I was on the stage, and there were other kids calling me "Freddy," but that isn't my name.

At night, when the lights go out, I can move around, but I can't talk anymore. Then I realized what happened.

He killed us.

Then he put us inside Freddy, and his friends.

Now, we were them.

I wasn't scared anymore; I had gotten over that after the first night, when I realized I could move around.

He still works there, during the day, but I think he noticed us staring at him. I saw him washing blood off of his hands last night.

Another of the animatronics in the back room woke up.

I'm not scared anymore.

Now I'm mad.

Mad at the man in purple for hurting my friends, for killing them and putting them inside these characters that we loved.

I used to watch the T.V. show, now I'm inside Freddy.

And the kids still call me that.

But my name's Lisa, and purple used to be my favorite color.

They still call me "Freddy."


Well, it feels a little weak... I still hope you liked it, and look forward to the chapter about Bonnie! I haven't figured out what to call it yet. :P

XAX, out, PEACE!