I am Harley Colburn. I am a tall, lanky boy with dirty blonde hair. I'm jittery, and scared. I have a deathly phobia of the dark and I'm not sure if what I'm told is true. Are there actually spirits haunting the local Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria? I was terrified, yet fascinated. Nonetheless, I was determined.

Chapter one: initiation.

1987

I was twelve that year. I was walking around the Pirate Cove at Freddy Fazbear's when I heard Foxy start to sound...odd. He wasn't acting his old pirate self. " d-d-don't run, or you'll have to w-w-walk the plank!" It wasn't just me who was noticing, either. Other adults were getting up and taking their children out of the restaurant. Foxy was making threatening gestures to the people near the stage. One man went up to Foxy to shut him down, then something terrible happened

All too fast, the man's frontal lobe was bitten clean off by Foxy the pirate, the fox from Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria. I was there to witness the whole thing. After foxy bit down on the poor man's head, I saw men rush to help. After they finally got foxy's jaw off of his head, the man fell to a crumpled heap on the floor. Foxy's jaw broke upon impact, and he started to glitch in an unsightly way. That was the last I saw of Foxy.

1998

I am 23 years old, am I'm looking for a job. Nothing big, just something like an assistant or maybe a janitor even. What I got was way out of line:

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Security guard spot open for night shift

Assistant security guard open for night shift

$120.00 a week.

First come, first serve basis, so hurry!

Something inside screamed run, run far away and never come close to this place again. The other said that I really need the money. I went the stupid route and went to sign the assistant contract.

Once I was signed up, I was shown where I would work. It was a tiny 6x10 room stuffed with monitors, 2 chairs, and a teensy fan that swished side to side as if it was the best in the world. The paint was nice and it was well decorated, but something about this place seemed...deadly-no,no...creepy, yea that's the word. It seemed like the only reason the job is open is because no one else will actually take it. I wonder why?

"You'll be here five nights, then you get your paycheck" the manager said. "Yes sir" I replied, more curious than I wanted to be right now. I was given my uniform and was told to be here at 11:30 sharp,where I would meet the other security guard who took the job.

11:00

I was driving toward Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria when a thought struck me. What if..maybe...the suits are haunted? Stop it Harley, you're going paranoid. I took a few deep breaths before I finally got out of the car to meet my partner.

His name was Mike Schmitt. He was around 30 and he looked about as clueless as me as to why no one would take this job. "4 bucks an hour just to sit and watch cameras? That's easy money!" Mike had said. We walked inside and got set up while the manager locked us in for the night