"Mom! Why do we have to go here? The other pizza place down the road serves better food!" "We're not going here because of you, we're going because your sister likes it, and it's her birthday so she gets to decide the fate of the day." My mom is driving herself, myself and my older sister to the pizza restaurant that she has loved since she was seven. The restaurant is called: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. I guess the animal-like animatronic entertainers that functioned there had a big impact on her childhood, touching her heart and filling it with joy. Either that or she likes the taste of the pizza they serve there. It's probably the pizza.

We go here every 14th of Febuary every year to eat pizza, listen to crappy music and...well, eat more pizza. I don't pay much attention to the place so I don't know what they do there. Perhaps I should introduce myself, in case some life form from the future happens to stumble upon this journal I am writing in. Hello, my name is Max. I am an 18 year old radio engineer. And I am thouroughly pissed off. I guess I don't have a choice so I will just have to endure the boredom.

After a few more minutes we arrive at the place that my sister described. We hop out of the car and enter the place. At first sight, we are blinded by a dazzling gleam of pink, blue and yellow spotlights. As soon as our eyes adjust to the bright environment, even my mom sees how I couldn't like this place. True that it's a normal place that serves pizza, but the walls are rusted, the floors and ceiling is cracked and all the animatronics are withered and old.

Immediately, a big, yellow, pizza stained robot bear comes up to us and says: "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's pizza!" Will you be eating here or taking away?" I look into the robot's mouth to see a human face inside of it. Huh, I guess they have invented wearable robot suits that they originally made 30 years ago. The suit points to a table so we walk over to it and sit down. My sister and my mom start to talk about girl garbage like who the hottest boy in her class is and what type of lipstick is the most attractive. I am obviously not amused by this so I ask my mom: "Hey, I'm getting bored, can I look around the place?" She agrees so I get up from my seat and walk off around the place.

There's not much to see in the place, but I know that when we sit down in a restaurant, mom and sis talk non stop about teenage crap like lipstick and nail polish. I walk over to one of the employees and ask them if there's a place in here where I can do stuff. He said that the place is so old that nobody minds if you go even in the kitchen or managers office. Taking his words, I decide to go into the kitchen. There's almost nothing in here. Just some old cooking stations and broken faucets. I am about to leave, but then I hear a voice. It's not a human voice though, it's all metallic.

It said: "H...he...he...h...hel...he...hel...p-p."

I turned my head around, I see nothing. The voice speaks again, but very timidly. "Hello?" I ask the empty space in the room. The voice moans again. I can hear it clear enough to determine its place. I follow the repeated moans of it until I come to a dark corner of the room. I can't see anything in it, but I can still hear the robotic moans of the voice. I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone. I switch it to the torch function and shine it down on the corner. What I see next, almost stops my heart.

I don't know what it is, but it terrifies me looking at it. It is a deformed metal skeleton with various white and pink body parts all in the incorrect places on it. On the end of the thing is what looks like a plastic fox head. It is lying there, emotionless.

"Hey! Get away from that thing!" I hear a voice say. I jolt my head around and see a man in an employee suit. "Why? How did it get so torn up? What even is it?" I ask him. "Just, get away from it, It's none of your business!" He says grabbing my arm and pulling me away from the thing. He shoves me out the door and slams it shit with me and him on the other side.

"What was that about?" "Just, don't go near that room again okay?" "TELL ME WHY! At least tell me what that thing is!" "Uhg, fine. They call it the Mangle." "The Mangle? What happened to it?" "IT'S NONE OF YOUR BEESWAX!" He shouts shoving me away from the room and stomping away.

As soon as he is out of my sight, I peek through the window to the kitchen, staring at the withered creature. "Max! Pizza's here!" I hear somebody shout. I turn around and see my mom beckoning for me to come back to the table. I walk over to her and sit down in my chair, beginning to munch on the stale pizzas in front of us, but my mom slaps my hand away from the meal. "Ow, what was that for?" "We need to sing happy birthday to your sister before we start eating!" "Mom, she's 17 years old now. I think she' setting a bit old for 'happy birthday'. And besides, you sing the song when the cake comes out, not the main course!" "I don't care! It's my birthday, so I say you sing it now!" My sister buts in. Emily can be a real pain in the ass sometimes, but I guess I can't touch her now.

"Happy birthday to youuu,

Happy birthday to youuu,

Happy birthday dear Emily,

Happy birthday to you." We sing softly to her.

"Hooray!" Emily cries out with joy, but I know that she is doing it sarcastically. "Now can we eat pizza?" I ask mom and Emily. "Fine, howe in Max." We all eat the pizzas in front of us after her acceptance. They taste new, but the ingredients on it are still half frozen. I am surprised this place is still in buisiness. I can't even be bothered to finish my serving, so I start a conversation with them. "I took a little look around the place and I found something really weird in the abandoned kitchen." "Oh, and we are soooo curious to know what you found." My sister lies.

A man in a purple shirt then comes up to us and says: "Hello there, I couldn't help but notice that somebody's birthday is going on now." "Yes, it's my birthday." My sister replies. "I work with the manager, they have a special room for kids and teenagers under the age of 19 if you would like to come and see it." "Hmm, okay then!" "Wait sweetie..." My mom interrupts. "...I think I should come with you." "Sorry Ma'am, but the party room is only for birthday boy/girls and their friends." "Then why are you allowed in?" I interrupt his statement. "Ha, ha, good one sir. Employees aren't allowed in there either, but you don't know where the room is so I have to show you it." "Well, I'll come too, she's my daughter so she's my responsibility." "Allright, if you say so. Now...Follow Me."