It was April 19th, 1987.
Our Land Rover turned into the small parking lot in front of the restaurant my son, Ethan, was always talking about, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I was taking him there for a friend's birthday party. I was so glad to get into the lot because Ethan was kicking my seat from behind and that is not exactly the best activity when you have to get on the freeway. "We're here, Ethan. Now remember, I won't be able to watch you for the whole time so no more than 3 slices of pizza." I told him. Pizza was his favorite food and 3 pieces seemed fair to him so I decided to see how good he would be. "Yes dad." Came the cheerful reply.
We got out of the car and walked inside. I looked up at the stage and saw a bunny, a bear, and a chicken singing and playing guitar on stage. There was also a mechanical pirate fox telling stories to kids to the right of the stage. I saw Ethan's friend and the other kids over by the table. "There they are. Here, take the present. If you need me then I'll be at that table over there." I told him. "Have fun." "Bye dad." He said.
15 minutes later, I heard Ethan scream. I looked up and saw something that made my blood run subzero degrees. The mechanical fox was biting my son's head. The sight of blood on the floor almost made me faint. But I reacted quickly. I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my switchblade, and the 4 inch blade flicked open. Then I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out my Taser. It was one of those Tasers that shoot out the electrodes and dig in to any target. I got up off the chair, ran over to the "Pirate's Cove" where the fox was, and dug the switchblade into the fox's chest. Then I pointed the barrel of the Taser at the fox and squeezed the trigger. There was a zapping sound, and 25 seconds later, Ethan was on the ground screaming in a pool of blood, and the bloody-mouthed fox was down on the ground, lifeless. I guess the Taser must have caused the animatronic skeleton to break and dysfunction.
I pulled my son away from the fox and ran over to the pay-phone, where I called 911.
"911 emergencies."
"Uh, hi, my son's head is severely mutilated."
"Ok, sir, is he breathing?
"Umm—Yes, but the breaths in between are small.
"All right, can you tell me your location?"
"I am at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. It's at the corner of 7th Ave and 147th Street in Seattle."
"Got it. We'll send paramedics."
"Bye now." I hung up the phone and 5 minutes later, there were paramedics.
To be continued..