OK GREAT! This is my reason for this account, its gonna get gorey, it's gonna get sad, and its full of child abduction, rape and murder. All the makings of a Five Nights at Freddy's Back story. Mwhahahahaha I love it love it love it. This is my own version of the story with only one line having made this story. The bite of '87. I began brain storming and as it came about I just couldn't put it on my main account its too taboo. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. If you don't like this kind of thing then save yourself some trouble and hit that little back button and move on, I am not looking for people to be like ohhhh you're sick blah blah.

Anyway, I don't own FNAF so enjoy it freaks :p

My name is Micheal, or it was. When I was little, I remember going to this amazing pizzeria. It was 1980, it had just opened up a few blocks from my house. I was so excited because I was just old enough to ride my bike down the road by myself. My mother would give me money for my friends and I to get pizza and enjoy this new dinner and a show for kids. So many other kids were there with their parents. I love it.

My home life was much less fun. My father was a drunk most of the time, my friends pretended not to notice at first but ever since he started to hit me they stopped coming over. He lost his job at the factory and barely leaves the house anymore. I started going to Freddy's more and more as it was a safe place to be away from him, the characters helped me escape. I started doing homework there to prevent going home for as long as I could.

After a while my mother couldn't give me money anymore to buy pizza or even a soda. She had to get a job to keep us a float. Whenever she came home she would still do all the things she normally did too like cooking and cleaning. One night she was would late working over time but my father didn't believe her and he slapped her. They argued loudly for a long time, I stayed away longer and longer each day. A man started to ask me what was wrong and what he could do to help. I didn't want to tell him, I felt like it was my fault and telling him would just cause more trouble.

He bought me soda and pizza, and even ate with me on his breaks. He was a mechanic for the robots and he told me that he helps Freddy and the gang talk. One day he asked me if I wanted to meet Freddy and the gang after the pizzeria closed. I trusted this man, he was kind and bought me pizza, and he said he made a special program just for me. I was delighted.

I left with all the other kids but waited in the back for when he would let me in to see the characters at night. I was so excited and wondered what the man had done to make it special for me. The man opened the door and looked excited as well as he led me in.

Inside was much creepier then during the day. I hesitated as he pushed me on to the stage. I looked back at him and he reassured me everything was going to be ok and he brushed his hand on my face. I froze at the odd touch and he told me I was such a handsome young man. I was growing even more uneasy as my excitement began to dwindle.

He offered to get me a soda to relax, I was on stage alone with Foxy for a while, he never moved. It made me sad as I reached out to touch his fur. It was softer than I expected I looked into his eyes as they drew me in. A hand grabbed my shoulder and I screamed. The man covered my mouth and said that if I was loud we would both get in trouble. I relaxed and apologized. The man gave me my drink and laughed with me as he told me more stories about the place. He was the owner's brother, he didn't have any kids of his own which was why I was so special to him.

I was beginning to feel sleepy and rubbed my eyes. He smiled and asked if I wanted to see where he fixed up the gang. I nodded and he took my hand leading me to the back. He locked the door behind him.

(Trigger warning Child rape and murder)

He stood by the door the florescent light making the room flicker. He was sweating and my vision was getting fuzzy. I dropped my drink and he pushed me to the ground I was too weak to resist. I laid there my body too heavy to do anything. He began to remove my clothes. I whimpered for him to stop and the feeble attempt to push him off only made my heart race more.

He smiled and kissed my neck, he ran his disgusting tongue on my body and I tried to hit him again. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I was out of breath trying to stay conscious. I cried out but my voice was weak and I was so tired I couldn't understand what was happening. My mother would come looking for me. I tried to threaten him with my father's name but he seemed less interested and he covered my mouth with duck tape and wrapped by arms in wires from the room. He put something on my backside and I heard the zipper from his pants.

I barely looked back when the next thing I knew he was penetrating me. Over and over, my body screamed out and he used me for hours, just when I thought he was done he would grab me and pinch or bite me all over. It was humiliating and I couldn't fight back at all. How could this be happening to me? All I could do was stare into the empty eyes of Foxy.

Just when I thought he was done he flipped me on my back and put his hands around my neck, he was going to kill me, I tried to fight but I was just too tired. I gave up and let him finish me, I don't remember anything but feeling cold for a long time.

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For a while I could feel myself be moved, the sounds of music but it was fuzzy. For a long time I didn't know where I was or what was happening. The first time I woke up I realized it was dark. I was surrounded by a purple curtain. Nothing felt right. It felt heavy, I couldn't move. Half lidded eyes made seeing hard, where in the world was I? I was sure the man had killed me, his face remained in my mind but his name was lost to me.

After a few times this happened I began to realize something, I was on stage with Foxy, I could hear his voice singing day after day. I think anyway. One night when I felt more awake I tried to move it was bulky and hard but I managed, I was in Freddy's Pizzeria, but I was so sure the man had killed me. Why did no one come get me? Couldn't they see a 9 year old boy sitting on stage? I crawled off the stage and made my way to the bathroom, I felt dirty. I glanced down at my feet to see they were not mine. I screamed but instead a metallic screeee came from my mouth instead. I looked at my hands, a hook an a paw. I raced to the bathroom and stared in the mirror, I wasn't with foxy… I WAS FOXY. The metallic screeee sounded again and I closed my mouth, I stared at my reflection moving over and over again. What was happening to me?

I returned to my place behind the curtains, I couldn't be out of place in the morning, I still didn't know what was happening.

For a while the shows were fun, I was a shy kid but not as Foxy, I was the star. For a while it was great, but then I missed my mom and dad. But I found that the place was locked up tight at night. They must be so worried about me. I tried working on my speech but every time I did it was either the programmed speech or that awful screeeee.

Finally I gave up, being here wasn't too bad, I got to roam at night and every day I got to see kids like me enjoy the show. But I wished I could just visit my mom and make sure she was safe.

5 years later.

It was a normal day like any other, the clean up crew talked to me frequently so I always knew when there was a party going on. The man who was adjusting my gears was telling me about this little girl who was coming in, she was turning 5 today. She had never been here and that we had to make it extra special. I internally groaned. Parties always involved a special piece in the show where the birthday child got to come up on stage and be our first mate. The title was meaningless and he wished he could change the script, it was old and often it irritated him so much he had made attempts to glitch up the programing, he made Foxy stutter, it would frighten the child but not for very long. My speech ability has not improved. He closed up the back of my head and I waited for the show to start. Our jaw felt loose enough to let me move it. Maybe I could have a little fun today.

It was then the curtains opened, the birthday girl was with her… my parents?! I hold the animatronics in my fury, the gears groaned and his mouth didn't open as he spoke. I let go and watch as she hesitates. WHAT WERE MY PARENTS DOING WITH HER?! The story unfolds before me as our head never turns away from them, my mother has some grey streaking in her hair, she has aged since I died, much more than I would have expected. But my father looks more put together than I recall the last time I saw him, could it be that he quit drinking? What was happening? The announcer claimed her as their daughter. I didn't have a sister. This thing replaced me. I was tossed aside, did they even care that I died? I growled taking over my new form entirely much like I did when the lights went out at night.

"Little lady, what be yer name?" I have control now, my voice is still Foxy's but it's my words.

"Elizabeth." She smiled with her missing teeth she would almost pass for cute.

"Lizzie is it? And where be your parents?" I kneeled close to her the staff begin to grow anxious knowing this isn't part of the show.

She points to my parents and they look excited for her. My mechanical head slowly creaks to face them. My mother looks so proud, even my dad tears up with joy, for a moment it felt like they could see me. I let the show goes on as planned for a moment until I ask if she has any siblings that would like to join her. I need to see them, I need to know they miss me.

"It's only me, mommy and daddy. And they love me very much." She smiled and waved.

They didn't seem sad about that. They seemed very happy. Too happy.

The music ripped to a stop and the whirring machinery ground and loudly clanked as it fought me. Our jaw dropped and we took a bite of her face. The audience was dead silent for a moment before my parents rushed the stage attempting to pull her from our jaws as other parents grabbed their children and ran hysterically from the dining room.

I remember the feeling of her tiny skull crunching between my jaws, the sticky feeling of blood flowing down my jaw and into my circuits. She was completely limp, I was sure that this girl would never replace me. We took her from those people who abandoned us. When I released her my mother was cradling her form. Did she cradle me like that, or did she wish not to see me? Did she even know? Or care? As the sadness filled me I heard her scream that the girl was still alive. Damn. I was sure I killed her.

Hope you guys liked it I am planning on more chapters I might even just finish it all tonight and put it in segments. PLEASE REVIEW!