Mike was dumbstruck, to put it lightly. The...things...seemed to have an intelligent conversation with him. They said they were going back to their "places" right before he left. He thought back to his trips there as a kid, a hazy memory coming back.

The car pulled up to the brand new restaurant, pulling into a front row parking space. Mike was nearly hopping with anticipation to get into the place he'd heard about for weeks. Now he was finally here and about to meet the "Freddy Fazbear Band". Along with some other surprise that hadn't been mentioned in the newspaper ad. Mike practically dragged his parents through the doors, jumping to the front desk.

Eventually, (two minutes) they settled into their seats in the dining hall. Hidden speakers blared out, "Okay kids! Let's have a big welcome to...The Freddy Fazbear Band!"

The red curtains retracted, revealing three robots. Robots resembling three of the people Mike remembered from his shift.

No. That was impossible. It simply could not be-people were people, not robots! Mike felt like he was stuck in some weird story written by a creepy fanboy.

The memory snappeed back in full force-this was a moment where he met his childhood hero, after all.

Freddy ended the song about the joy of creation. He asked, in a completely non-robotic voice, "Alright kiddos! I think it's time to call out another friend of where is he? Here, lets call him out!" Freddy mimicked an inhale, before shouting, "Foxy!" Bonnie came up after this to say, "Aw, c'mon! I know you can do better!" This time, nearly all the kids joined in. A pirate-y chuckle was heard through the restaurant. "Alright, I think he's almost out! One more time!" Now, every kid was in on it. A small stage opened up, one Mike hadn't noticed before. All attention was now on the smal stage to the left.

"Yar har har har! A red fox animatronic popped out onto the stage, resembling a pirate. He had a black patch over his eye and a hook on his right hand. "Ahoy, me mateys!" He yelled in a voice young Mike would come to adore. "Would any of ye landlubbers like ta join me scurvy crew?" Mike dashed as fast as his little legs would carry him. Foxy happened to notice him first. "And what be yer name, lad?" Mike's eyes sparkled, and Foxy hopped down from his stage to come to rest on a knee. "Mike, Mr. Foxy!" Mike was nearly jumping with excitement. "Aye, that be a fine name! Ye'll make a great first mate!"

As soon as he said this, he set a tricorn hat on Mike's head. Mike's mouth put out a smile bigger than ever before, and he spontaneously hugged Foxy. The animatronic froze for a moment, but accepted the hug gingerly.

Mike had the greatest day of his life that first time he went to Freddy's. But that all changed on that one fateful day...

Mike snapped back to the present. His head throbbed at the memory, but he was able to shake it off before he remembered that day. He glanced at the clock, reading 11:44. He decided to grab some employee discounted pizza at Freddy's.

The place might as well have been empty, for all the people were there. He stepped into the lobby and got an up-front table. Then, he heard that voice-more robotic and stuttering than the last time he'd gone, but there. O-o-okay kids! L-let's give a-a-a-a bi-i-ig welcome to- the Freddy

Faz-z-zbear Ban..." The voice shorted out before finishing the entire message. A small groan greeted Mike's ears. He recognized it immediately.

"Mr. Fasbar?" Mike called out. Mr. Fasbar answered, "Ah! Mike! How are you?" He asked, now in a much more joyous voice. Mike smiled at the voice. It even sounds like Freddy's, doesn't it?

"Fine sir, just grabbing some free pizza and seeing what's happening." Mike then stole a glance at Pirate's Cove. He frowned at the "out of order" sign.

"Sir, what happened to Pirate's Cove? I remember it being in perfect working order when I was a kid." David lost his smile at those words.

"Well...that's a sad story I won't bore you with today, Mike. Maybe later." The look as he said it told Mike it was useless to press.

"Well, I suppose I'll leave you. I've got to fix that blasted speaker again." He walked off backstage. Mike got the urge to follow him, to see what was back there. But right as he was, the curtains opened, and Mike decided to wait. The characters' suits looked terrible. Stained and dirtied, they were even coming apart in some places. The voice boxes appeared undamaged though, as they sang.

If they weren't singing those same songs, they could have been an actual band. They played well, and the pizza was okay. Mike lef after about thirty minutes. He really needed to prepare for tonight.