A/N: Hey everyone, I've decided to make a FNAF oneshot series, in the perspective of either night guards or a child who fell victim to the Purple Guy, and later the "Bite of '87" victim. Anyways, here's "The Golden Files"!

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own FNAF.

Part 1: The Golden Files

October 13, 1984

Another boring day at work, another day of children screaming at you to sing another song. "Fredbear's Family Diner, est. 1978!" This place is just creepy, and I've been working here ever since it opened, about 6 years ago, and every single day it gets even creepier. Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Fritz. Fritz Smith. By day, I'm inside a yellow bear costume with my friend, who's in a yellow bunny, singing to kids and serving pizza. But, by night, I watch over the pizzeria, because they say that the suits are haunted, but how? I'm in one every day. As I walk into the pizzeria (I get a night off every Friday), I hear men talking about the new animatronics. Why did they not tell me about this? I walked up to them and asked them about it. "Well," said one, "They have somewhat dangerous, sharp tee-"

"DON'T TELL HIM THAT!" the other one hissed. "What he meant to say was, Bonbun is getting a crank-up springlock endoskeleton system, and there is another, new rabbit. His name is "Bonnie Bluebun." Fredbear will get the same endoskeleton system as Bonbun, but replaced as an animatronic, and there are two new bears. One is "Freddy Fazbear" and the other is… uh, sorry, I can't make this one out. I think it's possibly a black version of Fredbear, but we're not sure, so it's in the back room. Then, there's "Foxy the Pirate" and "Chica Chickacluck."

"Well, the kids are almost here. Better get in my- Oh, yeah, nevermind." What could go wrong?

January 13, 1987

Well, today's my son's fifth birthday party. Me and him said no, but his brother, Alexander, who is named after his mother, and my wife, Alexandria, said yes. He's terrified of the animatronics, especially Foxy, and Alexander invited his friends, who are responsible for his fear by scaring him. Jonathan, my son who's birthday it is, only got one friend to come, a sweet little girl named Emma. Well, the car's here. Blah, blah, blah, singing, blah, blah, blah, games, blah, blah, blah. It's finally time to open presents. Alexander's friends all did practical jokes, but Emma gave him a plush.

"Be careful with him. My dad calls him "Finger trap," because sometimes he snaps your finger," Emma said.

"Now, time for the song…," Alexander said, with an evil grin. "Happy birthday to you…" They put on animatronic masks. "… To Jonathan, happy birthday to you."

"Now," said Alexander, "I think he wants to give Fredbear a BIG kiss!" Just then, he and his friends picked him up. Fredbear then said, "OK, kids, here's the birthday boy! L-l-l-l-let's start the show!" Then he sang, "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" as if to warm up. Right when Jonathan got his "kiss," his head got stuck in Freadbear's mouth.

"Wait, oh shit," said Alexander. I would scold him, but I wanted to say that, too. Just then, Fredbear went, "Here's the bir-r-r-r-thda-a-a-a-ay b-b-b-b-b-o-o-o-o-o-y-y-y…"

CRUNCH!

Blood everywhere. A little bit of flesh on the floor. Just then, I swear I saw pink. Jonathan's face was purple.

January 15, 1987

Two days had passed, and his face was still purple.

"H-hello?" he said, opening his eyes. He had white pupils, and his sclera was black instead of white. From then on out, Alexander called him, "Purple Guy."

So, the "Bite of '87" and the Purple Guy explained. There will be about 4 or 5 more "Fazbear Files," so if you were intrigued, keep an eye open. Later!