Hello, Morgan Freeman here. I am going to tell you the story of a little girl named

Emily, and her fascination with robots and how they work. This is going to be...

A lemon of a ride. So strap yourselves in.

1990. A year of a new decade, a year of new inventions, and a year of love. At least

for our little protagonist.

CHAPTER ONE: MARILYN

The Manson house. Little Emily was in her room drawing pictures of robots

that she thought looked cool. Scattered around her room were papers of robots

drawn on them, robots such as Wall-E, The T-1000, and various other robots

from different franchises. A booming voice came from downstairs, "EMILY! GET

YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Wide-eyed, she gets up with haste and makes her way

to the first story of the 2 story house. As she walks into the kitchen, in front of

her was a man in a wife-beater shirt, a woman with a bruise on her eye, a teen-ager

with a dumbell in his hand lifting it, and a baby with food over it's mouth. "Sit down

and eat your food, you little shit." Emily has a seat, ajacent from her father who

just spoke. Below her chin was a plate, on it, mashed potatos, a slice of Papi-Juan's Pizza,

and some Sweet Peas. That was touching the Pizza. As was the Mashed Taters'.

"Bruh, are we gonna see the fuckin' piece o' shit Cougers get wrecked by our town's

Cannibal Cats?" retorting to his son "I SAID TO CALL ME "DAD!" NOT "BRUH" YOU

FUCKING DISGRACE TO THE MANSON FAMILY! But yes, we will." The woman looks at Emily

"Emily, dear, eat your food." The man in the wife-beater looks sternly at his wife. "Sharon...HER

FUCKING NAME IS "MARY!" NOT THAT DUMBFUCK PUSSY NAME "EMILY!" "Tears stream down Sharon's face

"O-Okay, h-honey..." Emily picks up her fork, and dips it into the mashed potatos, and scoops some up,

and guides it into her mouth. It's tasty. She then picks up the Papi-Juan's Pizza slice

and slides it into her mouth, and bites down, ripping the China-made dough and cheese

from the main body in the form of a cat tearing a mouse in half. "So, you fucking white haired blue-eyed

freak of nature, are you coming with us to watch the game?" She looks up to her father.. "N-No.. I'm g-" "WHAT?!

ARE YOU SOME KIND OF FUCKIN' PUSSY?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE AMERICAN! NOT ONE OF THOSE FUCKING

PUSSY SKANK EUROSHITS WHO LOVE THAT PUSSY SOCCER SHIT!" Tears welling up in her eyes, voice cracking "I-I..

Need to be excused.." She gets up, and calmly walks off to her room, quivering with fear and dispair.

She flops onto her bed and burries her face into her pillow, and the screams of sadness hopelessness

streams into her pillow, but are easily heard if you were in the same room. But,

from her TV, a voice comes on. "Hiya, kids! Com down to Freddie Fazbear's Pizza! Bring your friends!

Chat with our friends as well! Foxy the Pirate Fox, Chica the Chicken, Bonnie the Bunny, and myself! Freddy Fazbear! We'll

all have a good time! I can promise you that! Just tell your parents it's on MapleBarry Stree on the left of

Ardvark Road! And you'll see it! Oh! That's all the time I've got, I gotta go!" Cheers of children are heard in the

background. Little Emily, only 10 years old, thrusts up onto the floor and speaks with absoloute fury: "I have had it

with this horrible place! I'm going to Freddie Fazbear's! No one will stop me! If they try.." She takes a rat tail

comb and makes stabbing motions. "I'll stab them! I won't let my happiness escape this time!" She opens her window,

and makes her way down the small roof that was in front of it, and gently hangs down from the edge, and drops down.

"Ow. SNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG... d-damnit.. that hurt.."

As she stares into the black abyss of the dark, she takes a deep breath and steps forth into the night. Hoping to make

it to Freddie Fazbear's Pizzaria. The journy to becoming a happier person, has begun.