Five Nights At Freddy's

Part 2: An Origin Story

Chapter 8: The Death Of Alex Brody (1984)

A gentle breeze ran through the crowded parking lot of the popular family restaurant. The building stood out wide and was painted white, a purple awning hung from the front of the building, Above stood the words in purple letters: FREDDY FAZBEARS PIZZA. Next to the building stood a large sign on a pole displaying the face of a cartoon bear that was Freddy Fazbear. The place had opened the year 1981 and since then has been a big hit in Aeston, people across the east cost would flock to the town hoping to see the amazing animatronic characters preform their classical songs.

Inside the restaurant, the large mechanical brown bear name Freddy with his bow tie and top hat walked around the restaurant. This Freddy was different from the one in 1993 though, he was taller and displayed two black buttons on his chest, and his head was shaped more oblong. His loud stomps echoed throughout the building, in the bears right hand he held a platter that held a Strawberry cake equipped with a candle that was lit. The bear made its way to one of the dining room tables where several kids sat with their parents ready to get a taste of the delicious cake. The bear stopped in his tracks and looked down at the children, his eyes clicked and slowly with a mechanical buzzing sound placed the platter on the table. The children cheered and began to dig into the cake with their bare hands as their parents shook their heads. While everyone was having a good time inside the place outside by the pizzeria stood a little boy, this child was 8 year old Alex Brody. He peered into the restaurant through the glass window, watching. The kid couldn't enter the restaurant as he did not have a parent with him to accompany him. Alex had always had a hard time making friends, he was usually an outsider always looking in, and now here he was looking through the window of Freddy Fazbears Pizza as the bear continued to deliver cake to all the children inside, he watched as little boys and girls danced around the bunny who played on his electric guitar. He watched as the chicken knelt over by a little girl and gave her a hug, he watched as the children all held hands and sang, enjoying their friendship. He couldn't take it anymore, he burst into tears, they poured down his cheeks and stained his black and white striped shirt, as he let out all his sadness the little tyke was oblivious to the black 1980's Chevrolet Malibu pulling up near the curb.

Inside the vehicle sat a man. This man was just no ordinary man, this was no average man though, throughout his whole life he had been ridiculed, outcasted and non excepted from others for his differences. He would strike out against others, feeling that the world owed him something for all his suffering. The man peered through the windshield of his car, watching the little boy break down. The man smiled, it was an disturbing, maniacal, awful smile. With that the man stepped out of the car, and began to walk towards the little boy, both his hands stuffed in the pockets of his leather jacket. As the boy continued to cry he heard a voice, it was soothing and friendly. "What's the matter little boy?" Alex turned around to see the man standing behind him. Alex wiped the tears from his face. "Everyone inside is having fun while I'm out here all alone." He said sniffling. The man frowned. "I see, so you feel alone, outcasted, and not accepted?" The boy stared at the man. "Well yeah, I just want one friend, someone to see that I even matter in the first place." The man smiled. "Well I can be your friend, I don't have any myself so maybe we can both fix that?" The boy smiled back. "Yeah, I can be your friend too." Alex said looking up at the man. The man smiled wider. "Hey I have a surprise for you, close your eyes and count to ten, when you open your eyes I'll have a present for you." The boy squealed in happiness. "Ok." "But do it very slowly." The man said chuckling. With that the boy began to count slowly "one, two, three," The man then quickly then dug into the pockets of his jacket, he felt what he was looking for in there, he had been saving it for the right time use it. The man pulled out a large chef's knife that gleamed in the sun. "Four, five, six, seven." The man began to walk slowly towards the boy until he was so close to him that they would both touch. The man looked from left to right, making sure to see there were no witnesses, there were none, with that the man pulled back his left arm, knife in his hand, and with a quick motion slashed toward the boy. "Eight, nine, te-" The boy was quickly interrupted to the quick pain of a knife entering his chest. He opened his eyes wide, and looked down, a chefs knife was seen digging into him, he looked up to see the man staring back at him a huge smile on the man's face. Alex then began to scream in pain, the man grabbed the kids back with his right arm and dug the knife deeper into his chest, blood spewed from the wound the knife had made. Alex screams turned to gargles and coughs as he began to spit up his own blood. A white light filled the boy's eyes, the man let go of the kid. He sprawled onto the concrete of the sidewalk. Took one last breathe, and died.

The man stared down at the dead kid, he had just murdered his first child, and the feeling, the feeling inside of him, it was amazing, he felt powerful, but that great feeling then turned to fear, he had to get out of there quickly, the people inside the building would have noticed the child's screams by then. The man quickly got into his car, started it up and drove away from the place, though this would not be the last time he would ever come to Freddy's, he would be back, back for more pain and carnage.