This is a story I wrote for a friend. I don't own this game and I don't claim to.

"Mom!" I yell. She appears at the stairs. "Mom! I'm ready! Can we please go now?"

My mom smooths her hair down. She looks at me and gives a knowing smile. "We'll get there on time, Nick. I just need to find your little brother and then we can leave."

I groan. "Mom, do I seriously have to take Richie with me? It's my birthday."

"Nick, we went over this already," she says, "I don't have anyone at home to watch him and I can't get a babysitter on ten minutes notice. Nick, I know that watching your brother isn't your ideal activity, but please try. Freddy's is a big place. I'm only asking for you to keep an eye on him. You can have fun with your friends and watch Richie at the same time."

I sigh. Mom will have her way. I know I probably sound like a whiny jerk, but I just don't want to have to spend my tenth birthday watching my annoying little brother. Richie's only 4, so he's at that age where he wants to always be in my face. I know it looks cute, but having to deal with that kid every day is just ugh.

Anyway, Mom finally gets Richie and packs us in the car. I'm pretty excited to get there, even though I've been to Freddy's about six times already. My mom's a night watchman there, so she gets this employee discount, so I've gotten to go there for each one of my birthdays. It's a pretty nice place: you get to see a show, eat food, play games, even draw pictures if you like.

We pull up and my mom signs us in. Already Richie is acting up. I pull him away from the other kids he's bothering and say goodbye to Mom. She has to go home and sleep in before she has to pick us up. Working the night shift seems like a hard job, but Mom sure is able to do it.

Mom leaves and I drag Richie away from the front desk guy he's bothering. "Hey, Nick!" Andrew and Lisa are standing at the doorway next to a smaller girl. I grin. My two best friends are here.

"Hey guys," I return, "Are you ready to have a party?"

"Only if you're ready to lose to a princess," grins Lisa. I smile back. Lisa is nothing like a princess. She's the most hardcore girl I know. Last year, she beat up three of the meanest sixth graders. She is NOT someone you'd want to mess with.

"Looks like Richie's having fun," commented Andrew, my other friend. I groan and pull Richie away from the very annoyed front desk person.

"My mom's making me watch him," I explain as my brother attempts to pull my arm off.

"You are not alone, my friend," sighs Andrew as he glances over at the little girl holding his hand. Tess is only seven, and she's the biggest crybaby I know. She'll cry at fairs, school, even parties. Why oh why must our parents ask us to babysit?

"We're still going to have fun, you know," says Lisa. Andrew and I grin. "That's the plan," I say.

Andrew, Lisa, and I are eating pizza and Tess is whining about the show being too loud when I notice Richie isn't with us. "Guys, do you see Richie anywhere?" I ask. Andrew shrugs. I sigh and we all get up to search for him. I'm telling you that kid wants to ruin my life.

We look all over the stage area but we can't find Richie. Then we search the arcade and food area, but still no sign of him. Now I'm getting pretty nervous. Suddenly, I see him. He's trailing behind a guy in a furry costume. For the life of me I can't understand why this place wants its workers to wear those darn things. They're ugly, they smell like moldy pizza, and they scare kids more than entertain them.

Anyway, I've got to get Richie to stop bothering everybody so I storm after him. I catch up just as they round the corner of some back room. I'm about to give out my tenth apology today for Richie's behavior when I see that the man has a knife. Of course I start screaming but only Andrew, Lisa and Tess show up. Then they start screaming. I can't remember anything past that point, and I can't say I want to.