After some planning, thinking and more planning, I made up the name "Fazbear Fright." I spent more money making the place look run down, then making it look good, which is bull to me. I got in touch with my two friends who helped me fix and destroy the place and asked them if they wanted to watch the place at night, they said they would as long as they were paid ten bucks an hour.
A few days after decorating the place someone called saying they were one of the workers who had worked there, he said his name was Mike Schmit, and he told us that there was a secret room that was sealed up decades ago but then he said "maybe you could do what we could not." Then the phone line went dead. surprisingly, he was right, about the room. Inside we found an old golden animatronic suit. With a jolt I realized it was the golden Bonnie suit from my nightmare. I waited until my friends left until I opened the mouth to check the insides of the suit, and sure enough, there was a decayed corpse inside the suit. When I checked the insides the suit twitched.
I let go of the mouth, too horrified to move or speak. "...He- hE- HeLl-hELl-HeLP mEEeEe…Th-hE-tHe paa-ain-pain...thi-thir-irty-thirty ye-yea-ars-years...mY nA-aME-Me-NAmE iS-Is VspIriNngCtErNaTp..." it glitched. I screamed and I ran out of the room and building leaving everything there, including my car and house keys. I had to walk all the way home and use the hidden house key under the mat because I refused to enter the building until the day time.
I didn't sleep at all that night, with the image of the living corpse inside the suit burned into my mind, how could I? After four to five hours of staring at the ceiling, I got up and went to my kitchen and got some early breakfast. I stared at the dull Cheiros in silence. After about another ten to twenty minutes of silence and staring I took a bite and looked up, there I saw five black children, and when I say black, I mean the actual color black, like the night. The only white on them was their eyes and teeth. "...Help us..." one said, "...Help us be free from the man behind the slaughter..." another said. "...Help us be free from the truth that only you will know..." The third said. "...Come to us, you will know when and where..." The fourth said. "...Do not trust the walking corpse..." the fifth said. "...Help us, help us, help us..."A sixth said, one I didn't notice was there. "I'll help you, but help me too! Please!" I tried to say, but they were already gone.