"Who wants some birthday cake?" The brown bear animatronic chuckled. He walked around the building, carrying in his hand an enticing plate of chocolate cake.
"Fredbear! I want some cake, over here!" A child yelled from across the room, but the bear was already serving a child cake.
Fredbear began walking clunkily away from the child, who was already wolfing down his slice of cake. The animatronic was large, about 6'5 feet tall, and sported a black top hat and bowtie. His features were blocky, but he was advanced for his time. He could sing, he could talk, and he served cake. He was the star of the show.
He heard a child's voice, which his programming told him to follow. He was attracted to sound, so that he could locate the children and entertain them in the easiest and most efficient way possible.
"I hope you have a great day at Fredbear's Family Diner!" Fredbear said as the child grabbed a slice of cake.
As he began walking away from the young boy, he heard the sound of another child. It was distant, but he could hear it. It was coming from outside the diner. He began walking towards it, but his objective was overwritten by a much louder voice shouting "Fredbear!"
The robot turned, disregarding the boy crying outside of the diner.
The boy watched through the window as the bear began serving another child. Tears blurred his vision as he turned away and continued to cry, slumping against the wall of the building. He hid his head in his hands and tried to stop himself. He should be a big boy. Big boys don't cry.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a loud motor, followed by the screeching of tires and the click of a door handle. The boy looked up and brought his hands up to his eyes, wiping away the tears. In front of him was a man, exiting the violet car that had come to a stop in front of him.
"Hey there, pal, what's wrong?" The man asked in a comforting voice as he approached the child. He was lanky, almost a giant, the boy thought, and looked to be in his mid-to-late 20's. He had a narrow face and tidy, combed black hair. His eyes were a greenish-grey colour and piercing, but the most striking detail about him was his vibrant purple shirt, buttoned to the top.
"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asked as he came closer, he had a look of curiosity on his face but there was...something else. An emotion the young boy didn't recognise.
He backed away from the tall man a bit. His mother had always warned him not to talk to strangers, and he'd always listened.
"What's your name, kid? Where are your parents?" The man continued to question him.
"I'm...Sammy," Sammy replied eventually. The man seemed nice enough. He just wanted to help him.
"Hi, Sammy. I'm William, or Bill, for short," William greeted. "So why are you out here all on your own? Where are your parents? Are they in there?" William gestured to Fredbear's, where the star of the show was still serving cake.
"No...it's my friend Scott's birthday, but…" Sammy wiped his eyes, "He didn't invite me. I think he's mad at me for something, but I don't know why!"
"Oh, well that's no good," William tutted. He looked thoughtful for a moment, then his face lit up again. "I know what would make you feel better. How about a hug?" The man offered, spreading his arms wide, with a gleeful smile on his face.
"No...no thank you. I'm okay now," Sammy said, quickly standing up. The man's overly friendly behaviour was setting off alarms for him. His parents had told him all about strangers offering him hugs and candy and other nice things. They told him they weren't nice people. They wanted to hurt him. He began to walk swiftly down the empty street, when the man stood in front of him again.
"Are you sure? Hugs always make people feel better, you know!" He insisted, inching closer to Sammy.
"N-no! I'm alright, really. I-I'm just going to go home now. Thank you," Sammy refused in a trembling voice. His walk quickened as he sped around William's lanky form and continued to make his way back home at a quick pace.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands wrap around his torso, and roughly pull him backwards, causing him to cry out in surprise. He thrashed about, trying to squirm free of the hands that wrapped around him like a giant squid, ensnaring its prey, and dragging it down into the depths of the sea.
"You little brat…" William growled as his hand covered Sammy's mouth to quieten him and his free hand forced him down onto the cold, hard ground. "You had to make this hard, didn't you?" His hands wrapped around Sammy's frail throat and began to squeeze hard. Sammy gasped for air and wildly swung his limbs at William.
"I didn't want to do this Sammy, I didn't. I wanted this to be over quickly as well. But you had to make it hard for me," William snarled through clenched teeth, his eyes wide with a wild rage.
"I'll at least make it quick for you. I think you've already suffered enough." William pulled a pocket knife from his back pocket, holding Sammy down with his other arm. Sammy's eyes widened at the sight of the weapon, and then William brought it down, into his chest, and in one quick motion, brought it out again and released Sammy from his grasp.
Sammy sputtered as he felt himself grow weak and the blood pour out of the wound in his chest.
William stood up straight and stared silently at Sammy for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he turned his back and returned to his violet coloured car, started it up and drove off, leaving Sammy to die.
"Help…" Sammy called weakly. His vision darkened, and he could feel his body turning numb. Tears ran down his face. "Help...please..." he repeated, in the hope that a grown-up, or one of his friends, or anyone would find him on the ground, dying, and save him.
But he died alone.