Hello once again. Well, here we are. I've been waiting for this for a while. Rewriting this series. Now, there will be some MAJOR changes from the last one (if anyone remembers it.) For example, story details will have changed and the protagonists name has also changed. If you read the old version, these changes would be clear, but more than likely this will be viewed as a whole new fic entirely. Either way, I hope to make it good. Anyway, enjoy!

Summer. Most would find this season as a happy, exciting and overall enjoyable time. It is a time of vacation and relaxation. I am not most people. I am Troy. Troy Hunter. In my childhood, I lived a normal and happy life. We were an average family. But something, not sure what, changed that forever. Before I knew it, my mom had left and my Dad became angry and depressed. Throughout my teenage years, I was practically neglected by him.

This year, my uncle had come back from Australia for his sons birthday, we had been invited. It was my cousin, Gary. He was only about five years old. They wanted to go to this pizzeria for kids called "Freddy Fazbears Pizza." The name alone was enough to make me cringe. My father reluctantly agreed to go and here we are now.

It looked like nothing special on the outside, but stepping inside revealed the true horror within. Dozens of screaming children, graveyards of insects, questionable stains painting the walls and the most beat-up animatronics the world has ever seen. This was going to be a long day alright. Stuck with my Dad, who doesn't even give me the time of day, and two people I've never spoken to for years. Gary seemed to enjoy the sight, so I guess it's doing something right.

We sat at our table and watched as Gary ran around in awe at his surroundings. I sit at the table for a minute while we just sit in silence, then decided to take a look around. I get up without saying a word and head for the stage. Jesus, these things looked worse up close. They smelled terrible and were covered pizza and... mucus? Do these things even get cleaned? Apparently they have names too. The bear was Freddy, the bunny was Bonnie and the chicken was Chica. Not that it made them any more interesting. Examining their movements, I could see that they twitched and glitched every now and again. These people really just don't give a shit do they? I'd seen enough.

There wasn't much more to see. There was a door labelled 'Backstage', another door that lead to the kitchen and another stage that was out of order. It doesn't surprise me that a place like this lost a whole stage, but I wonder what it was for? I walk closer to try and peer through the purple curtains, only to hear a voice behind me. "Hey, buddy, you can't be here, see the sign? The shows over there." This guy looked like he hadn't slept in weeks, I almost feel sorry for him. "Alright alright , I'm moving. I don't wanna miss this trainwreck." He rolls his eyes and walks down the corridor beside the stage. "Troy, Freddy is gonna sing for me! Come on!" I forgot how ear-piercing Gary's voice was. I nod and walk into the crowd to watch the 'show'.

Surprise surprise, it's the same as every other song. Mind-numbing and annoying as their voices kept glitching out. Screw this, I need to get out of here. I head to the restrooms and soak my face in water. "How did you get yourself into this mess?" Unsurprisingly, my reflection in the mirror doesn't answer. Walking out of the restrooms, I see the corridor past the kitchen. There appears to be another room at the end of it, so both corridors connect to the same room. Why? I decide to do a little snooping to find out. Everyone was distracted by the birthday song, so now was a better time than ever.

I slowly walk down the hallway, looking make to make sure nobody was looking. I step into the mysterious room. It looks like some kind of office. There were a lot of monitors, so maybe it was a security office. Why would a place like this need security cameras and... blast doors? I could tell from the way the doors were raised up that they were the type to resist explosions. Was this place preparing for war? I look at the poster on the wall, even when they're advertised they look depressing.

While staring at the poster, someone suddenly grabs me and I feel something prick my neck. I struggle and try to scream, but they had my mouth covered. Immediately I begin to feel drowsy and tired, must have been a sedative. Before I knew it, I was on the floor, with the figure of a man looming over me. "This is going to be a long night for you, Hunter."

And there you have it. I'm cutting it a little shorter than usual, but that's just for first impressions. Future chapters will most likely be longer. What so ya think so far? I'm interested to know if this version is an improvement to far, but as long as it's good then I'm happy. If you have any questions regarding... well anything really, feel free to ask. See ya!