It was around 9:40 on a Tuesday night. The sky was pitch black. And I was about to embark on my second Russian killing spree.

Okay, it was technically my first, since my first mission with this "50 Blessings" organization wasn't very violent. Once I realized I was in the turf of heavily armed, probably drunk Russians, I decided to knock my targets out. However, "50 Blessings" did not approve of my ways and threatened that I would suffer if I didn't kill my targets next mission.

Anyways, I was approaching the place where I was supposed to attack. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, which I thought was a children's place. But before I was about to enter, I heard the sound of songs and singing coming from the inside. I peered through the window, and as I suspected, a children's birthday party was going on. "50 Blessings" could burn my car if they wanted but I sure as hell wasn't killing Russians during a kids party. Thinking about how I would do this, I came up with an idea.

Basically, if I waited long enough and pretended to be a security guard, I would kill fewer Russians and not have to worry about me suffering in the future if I didn't do the mission. So I ditched my animal mask and entered the building.

"Hey, who is that guy over there?" one of the party attendees said. I definitely knew these guys were Russian by their accents.

"Probably one of the nightguards." replied one of his buddies. The guy didn't say anything else and went back to what they were doing before I entered. I walked to the back of the pizzeria, which is where I figured the security station would be. I was correct. I entered and sat on the seat. It was going to be a while before the party died down, so I relaxed.

30 minutes had passed by. I noticed that there were fewer Russkies in the building now, so I went back inside to the main area. I noticed that most of the remaining Russkies were either drunk or playing a game, probably Poker. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Time to make my move. I walked back into the main area. There were fewer Russkies than I imagined, probably seven. Making work of them was easy. In no time, I was left alone in the place with those animatronics on the stage. I was about to leave, then I remembered something.

"Aw shit, the cameras."

I rushed back inside, and I noticed something on my way to the security room. It was if the animatronics moved a bit. But I just went on to the security room. I hurried to find where they kept the footage from the cameras, found it, and deleted it. I was about to leave, then noticed that one of the animatronics was in the left hallway. It was staring me down with its robotic eyes, looking as if I was its next prey. From what I could tell, it was the band's guitarist, Bonnie.

I hid in the security room for 2 hours, with both doors closed. Then, One of them came to visit me.