Colonel's ears perked up as he heard the keys in the door. Casey walked in, the sun setting, she had take-out food in one hand, and keys in the other. She pat Colonel's head briefly before walking into the kitchen and setting the food on the counter. She reached into the fridge and grabbed a can of wet dog food, but Colonel was trying to get to the take-out on the counter. Casey chuckled softly, pushing her dog's muzzle away from the take-out on the counter and towards the wet food, which after a few glances at the take-out bag, Colonel decided he wanted. Casey took a seat at the bar-stool, and unpacked the take-out. As she munched thoughtfully on a french-fry, she decided it needed some ketchup. Samuel always wanted ketchup on everything… a voice in her mind said quietly. She opened the fridge and grabbed the ketchup, but before she could close the door, something caught her eye—Samuel's 6th Birthday cake… the same voice in her mind recognized it before she could. She set down the ketchup bottle before picking up the container with trembling hands. Colonel cocked his head and walked over to comfortingly nudge his head against her. One piece of cake was in the small plastic container. Casey popped off the top to look at it.

This was supposed to be Samuel's piece, before he disappeared…

She looked at the pastel colored cake. It had a light purple colored frosting, and a vanilla interior. On the decent sized piece, there was a corner of Bonnie's face drawn in frosting that had been cut in half when they cut the cake. The cake had said "my 6th Birthday at Freddy's" but the words were cut off so that it just said "my 6th". Casey couldn't stand to look at the cake any longer. She slammed the top back on and shoved it all the way to the back of the fridge. She sat down crossly, and finished the french-fries. She moved onto the burger, she took a couple of bites, but suddenly didn't feel hungry anymore. She tossed the burger and the empty tin of dog-food. She pulled on some comfy clothes and tied back her hair before laying down in bed. Colonel followed, laying his broad, tan and black head on her belly protectively. Colonel's ears twitched and he growled softly. Casey noticed and pet his head.

"It's alright boy, there's nothing to worry about. We're going into the station tomorrow to interrogate that freak."

Colonel relaxed slightly at her words, but he hesitated before closing his eyes, his lip curling once and a while before he drifted off to sleep. Casey fell asleep also, she was so worn out she fell asleep not even a second after Colonel did. Casey opened her eyes, but she was not at home, she was at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Mike's phone call seemed heavily distorted as it played out over the sea of kids crowded around the stage. She walked over to the crowd of children, her legs seeming to move of their own accord. As she drew closer to the children, she smelled a sharp, metallic odor. She realized, all the kids were mutilated or had a lethal injury. She looked down at the ground in front of her, and saw the purple-iced cake, but instead of the words, "My 6th Birthday at Freddy's" it said "IT'S ME" in bold, dark purple letters. Casey started to panic, her chest rising and falling at an alarming rate. She stepped over the cake and began to approach the stage. On stage, the usual band made up of Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie, was missing, instead there was a present box, and a small music box sitting in front of it. Her body seemed to move on its own, as if she was a puppet, and someone was pulling her strings. She picked up the music box with trembling hands, and as she wound the music box, the background noise of crying children and the distorted Mike's phone call faded to silence. A black and white figure rose from the present-box. It was like the other animatronics, it had rosy, pink cheeks, and a glossy plastic-like finish. The marionette's face was just an inch away from hers, and she stared into its black eyes. Suddenly, there was a scream-like noise coming from the puppet, and the other animatronics, new and old, filed in from the stage wings and began to make the same screeching noise. Casey wanted to cover her ears. She wanted to run. She wanted to cry. She tried to move but some invisible force held her fast and she couldn't move or speak. The marionette grew closer to her, until its glossy white mask was touching her forehead. It raised its arms above its head, and it looked like it was going to bring its whip-like arms down on her.

Casey woke up with a start, her chest heaved, and she buried her head in her pillow and sobbed. She sat up, tears running down her face, and began to collect herself. She was a strong woman, she couldn't break down like this, not right now. She had to be strong. For Samuel, the other kids, and their parents who were going through the same thing she was. She reached out for the German shepherd, but she realized, her beloved Colonel was not next to her. She looked around the room before something caught her eye that threatened to draw a scream from her. The sliding glass door that led from her room to her balcony outside was shattered. On her wall in large, bold letters, spray-painted in a dark, almost black purple, were the words, "IT'S ME". She suddenly noticed a burning sensation in her arm, where there was a tiny mark, almost as if she had just received a flu shot. Someone wanted her to be asleep. Someone had broken into her home, and written this terrifying message. Casey slowly reached into her night-stand, and pulled out her gun and taser. She realized the door to her bedroom was open, and she slowly crept out of her room. Her home was almost in perfect condition, it looked as if nothing had happened. A few of Samuel's toys littered the ground of the living room, and there were a few papers lying about, but otherwise, her home was neat and tidy. She walked into the kitchen, when she almost had a heart-attack, and she let out a slight shrieking noise. On her kitchen counter, where she was eating take-out a few hours before, was a large, empty eyed suit. It was gold in color, and it sat limply on her counter, its arms dangling off the edge. After she realized it was the Golden Freddy suit, she realized that whoever put it there, was not the man she had caught earlier. Upon closer inspection of the suit, she realized that it bore some stains that were lazily scrubbed at. Is that… blood?! She thought, in a panic. She shoved the suit off her counter, and out of one of its empty eye sockets, a can of dark-purple spray paint bounced out. She picked the spray bottle up and set it on her counter. She was about to inspect the rest of the house, but before she could say or do anything, she turned to inspect the front entrance of her home, and found something that made her blood run cold.

Thanks for sticking with this story! I hope you're enjoying it! 3 - Rose