It was five days until the party.
He was with his little plushies from Fredbear's Family Diner. Those are stupid, his brother had said, but they were his friends.
Yes. These are my friends.
He smiled. Even if the Foxy one did have its head ripped off, it was still his favorite. He felt as if it was warning him that something was about to happen... and then it came to him. The door was locked.
He's locked you in your room again.
The voice seemed to come from the plushies, and he picked up the Fredbear one and hugged it comfortingly. Maybe the door isn't locked, Fredbear, can you help me get out?
The door wouldn't open, and he fell down and began to cry.
Tomorrow is another day. came the voice comfortingly. Tomorrow is another day.
