"Granny! Granny!" I called, looking over at my guardian for the day. Behind her was my older sister Zamora who was carrying my baby brother, Asher in her arms. I giggled and smiled as my new shiny shoes clicked against the crumbly concrete.

The colorful sign on the front door greeted me as I jumped up at the pushed in handle. Finally, I was big enough to actually shove it open and dash into the restaurant.

"Ellie! Ellie! Wait up!" Zamora called from behind me. She looked out of breath but wasn't holding Asher anymore. Her thick curly hair fell in her eyes and covered the frames of her blue glasses. It was Sunday and she was wearing her favorite blue dress that reminded me of the ocean.

"C'mon! We don't want to be late!" I smiled, looking at my reflection in the tinted glass. Staring back at me was a light haired girl with a frilly, purple dress and violet rimmed glasses.

Still smiling, I turned to a kind looking man standing at podium like structure. He was wearing a purple cap and a pretty purple uniform with a bright golden badge. I liked him. After exchanging a few words with my grandmother he brought out what looked like a stamp.

"What is this for?" I giggled again as the stamp was pressed firmly against the back of my hand. It tickled alot.

"Oh...this is in case you get lost. But that never happens here. It's a precaution." The man said, stamping my sister's hand as well. I didn't understand what 'precaution' meant but it seemed important.

"Zammie? What does precaution mean?" I asked my older sister who looked at me in slight confusion.

"Uh...'precaution' means 'safety'...I think." She pondered aloud. I nodded before looking up to my grandma. She gave me a few tokens, along with Zamora, before shooing us away.

Zamora squealed and grabbed my hand before yanking me over to a stage. I was pretty annoyed, seeing as though I wanted to go play some of the games but Zammie wouldn't let me go. When I finally got a look around I was a bit shocked at what I saw.

Tons of kids were pressing each other against the stage, all of them too short to climb up. Most were dressed in Church clothes but some were dressed casually. I looked behind me to see multiple children with party hats sitting at tables. One was holding a balloon and wearing a crown that said 'Birthday King'.

I wasn't sure why, but I walked over to the boy. He was a few years older than myself and I wasn't sure why he was just staring at the stage.

"Hi there. My name's Eleanor, but you can call me Ellie. What's your name?" I asked, poking him in the shoulder. He looked at me in slight confusion before giving me a smile.

"My name's Mike, and it's my birthday! Ellie. Do you wanna join?" He asked, handing me his balloon. I nodded furtively and took his balloon with a grin. A second later he strapped a party hat around my head.

"Let's go! We're gonna miss the show." He smiled, grabbing my hand before pulling me up to the stage.

"What are you doing?" I whimpered, trying to pull my hand away. His grip only tightened.

"We get to see Freddy Fazbear!" He laughed, pulling me over to a group of little kids. I looked to my right to find Zamora talking to a red haired girl with dark green eyes. They seemed to be friends.

I glanced upwards to see a towering figure that looked like a bear wearing a top hat. To his left stood a pudgy duck with it's wings slamming at the keyboard in front of it. To the left of them both was a huge purple bunny with a big red guitar. He was instantly my favorite since he was purple, and purple was my favorite color. I giggled and smiled as they performed before the curtains closed, signalling the end of the show.

"Hey...look!" Mike exclaimed, his grip tightening even more around my wrist. I glanced up see him pointing at something.

In the darkest corner of the stage someone was standing there. I immediately recognized the person as the guy who had stamped my hand. He was talking to a group of about 6 children; including my sister and her new friend.

"Zammie! Zammie!" I cried as the man pushed aside the curtain and began to coax the kids inside. One by one they went in and didn't come out. I continued to tug at Mike's hand, begging him to help me get over there...but he kept staring.

"MIKE! MIKE!" I cried as I yanked on his arms. My eyes were blinded by tears as I continued to pull. I took a glance at the man who was trying to lure my sister in the back. He grabbed her arm and she screamed.

I wasn't exactly sure what happened next, but I could feel Mike's grip lessen from my wrist. I remember grabbing my sister and pulling with all my might. I remembered how the man lunged at me from behind the curtain. I remembered the world going dark.

I wasn't sure how I got there...but it was dim and cast in shadows. I felt safer than I probably should have. Next to me was Mike, and next to him was Zamora. She was dazed and staring off into space.

"L-look." Mike whispered, pointing at a figure in the darkness. I felt my heart rate explode as the curtain was ripped open by the man. In that one second of realization, many things happened.

Mike grabbed my hand again, and held his grip so tight I thought he'd break it. Zamora curled into a ball at Mike's side and... I saw the man's eyes.

They were dull, lifeless, and angry...like the moving animal things on the stage. He took a look at me and his gaze faltered. For one second he looked sad and remorseful...but it was gone as soon as it appeared.

"GET OVER HERE YOU LITTLE CUNT!" He screamed, lunging for me. He grabbed my leg and pulled harder than anyone had ever done before. There was a sickening 'pop', and then severe pain spread through my leg.

Mike wouldn't let go and wrapped his arms around my chest. Zamora, did the same for Mike. I tried to kick the man in the face but each one missed. Despite the fact we were holding each other with all of our strength, Mike's grip began to slip and I felt myself being dragged over to the man.

His hands grabbed at my shoulders and pulled me up to face him. Once again my eyes were blinded by tears but I could see his angry black eyes. At that point...I automatically knew it was over.

"It's a precaution..." he grinned with malice as he wrapped his fingers tight against my throat. I gasped, trying to get away, but he was too strong.

Somewhere in the struggle I heard a scream and a warning but my vision was going dim. Blood began rushing past my ears as the burning sensation in my lungs became almost unbearable.

Ready for it to be over I closed my eyes. A second later I was on the floor gasping for air, and sounds were becoming clear again. With shaky vision I glanced up to see the man standing there...but something was wrong.

Latched across his head was a mechanical beast with his teeth digging into his skull. I watched in horror as it's grip grew tighter and tighter. Red spilled from the open wound and into the beast's mouth where it dripped onto the floor and into it's fur. Strangled cries began to erupt from the man's mouth which was dripping with his own blood. An instant later, the beast freed his mouth from the man's head with a small chunk of flesh in his jagged teeth.

The thing turned to meet meet us, splattering blood and viscera across our clothes and faces. Zamora screamed and ran out of the room before anyone could catch her. Mike tried to pull me along as well but I was too dazed from what I had just witnessed.

The beast looked me dead in the eyes. He was furry like the other animals but his fur was tinted red. He had one paw with sharp claws and a hook as his other hand. Across one eye was an eyepatch, which he flipped upwards with his hooked hand. I watched with wide eyes as he gave a slight, almost sad nod, before disappearing behind the curtain and into our previous hiding spot.

I swallowed and looked up to Mike who was in the same daze as me. Blood was smeared across his face and clothes from where he's tried to wipe it off. He swallowed hard and slowly walked out if the room with me limping in tow.

When we got back to the stage area everyone was gone. Mike and I were dazed, confused, scared, and seemingly alone. I heard my grandmother call my name and looked up to see her examining me for injuries. When she found my leg she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. Mike let go of my hand and stood there... alone.

I kept my gaze on him...even as the doors closed behind me.