[ - Part 1: The Chronicle of Freddy - ]

[Accessing database...]

[Accessing memory core…]

[Accessing logs…]

[Opening Log One - Before…]

Save them...

Help them...

Save him...

Try as I might, I can't.

Hello there, my name is Freddy Fazbear. I am an animatronic who works at a pizzarea named after myself. During the day I work alongside two other animatronics. Their names are Bonnie the Bunny, and Chica the Chicken. We are part of a band, and perform for the scant few children who's parents bring them here. I am supposed to be the leader of our little group. Although during the night, this couldn't be farther from the truth.

Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyways, we perform for the children that come. We make enough to pay the bills, but barely. According to some newspapers I see the adults reading, many people are surprised we haven't shut down yet. I worry about that sometimes, especially with what goes on here after hours, but everything seems to be fine. The floors have been replaced many times, and the walls have been bleached more times then I can count, but either no one has caught on, or no one cares.

There used to be another animatronic that would perform for the children. His show was a separate one, but the children loved it just as much. His name was Foxy, the Pirate Fox. He would walk around and talk to the customers. Both the children and the adults. He would start up a conversation with them, until it got to the point where the kids started to squirm. Then he would turn towards them and ask if it was anyone's birthday. We never knew how, but he always wound up at a table with at least one birthday child. He would then lead the children off to the Pirate's Cove, where they would then go on a treasure hunt. The first child to find the treasure won a coupon, which they could then turn in to get a free bowl of ice cream. Sometimes, a child would walk up to Bonnie, Chica and I and ask us if we could help him or her. We traded off the privilege.

You see, during the day we used to be able to walk around. We weren't confined to the stage like we are now. I've heard Mr. Fred Bear, the manager and my father, talk about letting us walk around again. He thinks it'd be good for business. Although every time he mentions it his brother, John Bear, the creator of Bonnie and Chica reminds him of the "incident" that occurred when we were allowed to wander around. As if it was our fault. He's the one who was messing around with the programming anyways! He should have never tampered with him in the first place! Although I suppose it is too late now...

Sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself yet again. You see, ever since I had a "falling out" with my brother I haven't been able to speak. That's why I'm recording these logs and storing them in my database. If anyone ever asks me my story, I suppose that I can just point them here. I need to focus on telling it right, or I may miss out on crucial details...

Fritz Smith jumped up as he heard a noise. It sounded like banging. He looked at the door on his left and saw that it was holding. He then looked to the window. He really wish he hadn't. It was pitch black on the other side. He would have activated his door light, but he had to mess with the wiring on that to keep the door shut without draining power. Just as Fritz turned away something caught his attention. There was a pair of blood red lights floating out there in the darkness. The lights went away after a few seconds, and thumping was heard shortly afterwards. Fritz turned back, then jumped again as he heard something scraping against the window. He looked to see a rusty metal hook slowly scraping it's way across the window. The hook had some kind of black liquid coating parts of it, and left a trail of it across the window.

Visibly shaken, he turned back to the laptop that was sitting on his desk. He was about to continue reading, when the sound of sparks flying drew his attention to behind him. He turned around, and looked at the large animatronic bear slouched against the wall. He had a large gash in his chest, which exposed his endoskeleton inside his suit. He was missing his left arm from the shoulder socket down, and had black fluids spilling onto the carpet. There were two cords running from the bear. One went to Fritz's laptop, and the other went into an outlet in the wall. The bear's blue eyes were very dim. He slowly raised his head and looked to the window, and then to Fritz.

"Hang in there Freddy, come morning I'll get my toolbox and come fix ya." Fritz said softly.

Freddy's eyes started glowing a touch brighter. He then moved his head back to the floor in it's resting position. Fritz turned around and continued to read the log.

The reason why we aren't allowed to roam around during the day is because of something that happened in the year of 1987. You see, the day of the "incident" there was a child who came here for his birthday party. He had yellowish-white skin and red hair. He was quite the large child, and none too bright either. Normally, that wouldn't have been so bad, but this child brought some friends with him. The friends were worse then he was. They seemed very bored as we sang to them, they wolfed down the pizza without so much as a thank you to anyone, and they took the salt and pepper shakers at the table and started to spray people with it! Foxy saw this, and went over to put a stop to it, as he was the closest one. The children started throwing things at Foxy. It quickly escalated from forks and spoons, to plates, and then to the small stools they were sitting on.

Foxy had quite enough, and called us over. Bonnie, Chica, and I came over, grabbed the children by the ear, and led them over to their parents. I told them that if their children acted up again they would need to leave. They scolded their children, and one by one made them apologize. The birthday boy was last. He asked Foxy if he was okay. Foxy responded by saying that his eyes got a bit damaged, but other then that he was fine. The birthday boy said that he was sorry, and offered Foxy a slice of his pizza to help make up with him. It was a heartwarming moment for all of us.

Foxy accepted, and kneeled down to eat it. The birthday boy held it up for him. Foxy leaned forward to take a bite, when all of a sudden the birthday boy pulled the slice of pizza away. It must have been a joke he played before, because the other children started laughing. They must have guessed that Foxy would see the pizza being pulled away, and been very confused by it. What they didn't know, is that to Foxy's damaged eyes the yellow skin looked a lot like cheese, and the red hair like pepperoni. Foxy never saw the pizza being pulled away. He kept leaning toward until he hit something soft, then he took a bite. Unfortunately, this was no pizza, but instead was the child's head. A loud crunch was heard as Foxy's jaws snapped shut, and the kid fell to the floor. The mother of the child started screaming, and immediately fainted. Panic insued.

From there everything became a blur as paramedics rushed in, trying to save his life. They quickly brought him to the ambulance, and from there the hospital. The whole time Foxy just sat there, jaw open, in the pool of blood the child had left behind. He kept muttering to himself phrases like, "I didn't know", "Why didn't I see him?", and "How could I let this happen?". The place was evacuated and shut down very shortly. Bonnie, Chica, and I brought Foxy backstage. We started cleaning him in silence, then Bonnie and Chica began to talk amongst themselves. I never was able to understand them when they spoke, and they never understood me when I did. Accursed incompatible programming languages. I perked my ears up as I heard Foxy speak. His voice was barely louder then a whisper.

"Freddy... Why did this happen?"

"I don't know... Wait a moment..." I responded.

I was cleaning some blood that had dripped onto his back when I noticed that there was a panel that was slightly ajar. I opened it up, and saw inside Foxy's database. It had been tampered with. I knew exactly what happened then.

"Stay here Foxy, I'm getting our Father."

Foxy simply replied by nodding.

I walked out of the backstage in a very brisk manner. I looked around for my father, when I spotted him talking with the parents of the hospitalized child. I heard a few words being exchanged, mainly those of speaking of bringing my father to court. They then promptly stormed off. Mr. Fred Bear shook his head sadly, then turned towards his office when he spotted me. I waved him over.

"Freddy, I'm sorry but I'm a bit busy dealing with this situation." He said in an exasperated tone.

"Father, I know what happened, but more importantly, I know why."

Mr. Fredbear instantly perked up at that.

"Follow me backstage, I need to show you something." I said as I walked back towards Foxy.

I led him backstage and pointed out the panel I had opened, and explained that it was slightly ajar when I first saw it. He nodded with understanding. I chose my next words very carefully, and spoke them softly.

"This here was no accident. It was sabotage."

Author's Notes:

Hello everyone! My name is Arbiter, and this here is the first chapter of my first fanfic here! If you've gotten this far I hope you liked it, and a review letting me know how I'm doing would be great! :) I will be updating this at the very most once a week, bit hopefully I can do it quicker.

Just to avoid some confusion, Foxy and Freddy were built by Mr. Fred Bear, and refer to each other as brothers and Fred as their Father. Bonnie and Chica were built by John Bear, with Bonnie being a boy and Chica being a girl.

That's all for this time. I hope you enjoyed! :D