Nov. 13, 1987.

It started with a child who wanted to celebrate his 10th birthday at his favorite restaurant. A child who was now bleeding to death and suffering from near-fatal head trauma in the back of an ambulance.

The boy insisted he spend his birthday at the now infamous Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, despite the press now surrounding it. Just barely two weeks before hand, 5 children had gone missing. Witnesses say they saw a yellow Freddy Fazbear suit lure the children further into the building, never to be seen again. Over half the boy's guests didn't even show up, their parents to fearful to bring them.

Yet, the newly 10 year old didn't seem fazed. He ran around, both with his friends that actually came, and the animatronics, and seemed to be having a blast.

"Mike, we'll be doing the cake soon!", A woman, Mike's mother, yelled out.

The boy waved his hand in acknowledgement and headed over to Foxy, a slightly tattered fox animatronic, and jumped on his stage. He sat down and appeared to be talking to Foxy. Some parents looked at Mike with something akin to a sneer. Others focused wary glances at the other 3 animatronics who where wandering about.

While the other children and parents walked over to the table, the afternoon took a sudden turn. It happened quickly, Mike's expression turning to worry, a series of sparks shooting out of Foxy, then a strangled scream.

After the "Bite" happened, the pizzeria was closed for several weeks, though the reputation never got any better. Reports continuously flew in from parents reporting a foul smell coming from the animatronics. As well as reports of mucus and goopy blood around the eyes and mouth. Eventually the place was forced to close down after the years end.

The boy, Mike, was in a coma for two years, waking up on his 12th birthday ironically. Shockingly, he did not remember the event, and his mother's worry that remembering would trigger some sort of attack, he would never know of it.

Even so, his childhood was plagued with trouble. The damage wrought to his frontal lobe had cost him his grades, many friends, and a generally normal life. He could hardly ever pay attention, found no reason to do his school work, and the sense of right and wrong was lost to him. As well as having erratic Frontal Lobe seizures that caused him to yell out, or just not respond at all. Visiting the nurses offices, and having to leave school for the hospital became frequent, and with his mother working a full time job, Mike was unable to be homeschooled.

Now he found himself, 22 years old, just about 23, desperately searching for work. It was late October, and he found himself sitting on a park bench at night, scouring the paper for work. He found it hard to focus on a lot of the articles, but continued persisting as best he could. He had tried to find a job to pay for an engagement ring for his beloved.

An ad for the reopening of a pizza place stuck out to him. Mike vaguely remembered going there often as a child, but the memories where barely there at all.

HELP WANTED

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Family pizzeria looking for security guard to work the night shift.

12 am to 6 am.

Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.

Not responsible for death/dismemberment.

$120 a week.

To apply call:

1-888-FAZ-FAZBEAR

After reading the ad, Mike pulled out his phone and began to dial.

What could go wrong?