Hello, Morgan Freeman here. I am going to tell you the story of a little girl named
Emily, and her fascination with robots and how they work. This is going to be...
A lemon of a ride. So strap yourselves in.
1990. A year of a new decade, a year of new inventions, and a year of love. At least
for our little protagonist.
CHAPTER ONE: MARILYN
The Manson house. Little Emily was in her room drawing pictures of robots
that she thought looked cool. Scattered around her room were papers of robots
drawn on them, robots such as Wall-E, The T-1000, and various other robots
from different franchises. A booming voice came from downstairs, "EMILY! GET
YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" Wide-eyed, she gets up with haste and makes her way
to the first story of the 2 story house. As she walks into the kitchen, in front of
her was a man in a wife-beater shirt, a woman with a bruise on her eye, a teen-ager
with a dumbell in his hand lifting it, and a baby with food over it's mouth. "Sit down
and eat your food, you little shit." Emily has a seat, ajacent from her father who
just spoke. Below her chin was a plate, on it, mashed potatos, a slice of Papi-Juan's Pizza,
and some Sweet Peas. That was touching the Pizza. As was the Mashed Taters'.
"Bruh, are we gonna see the fuckin' piece o' shit Cougers get wrecked by our town's
Cannibal Cats?" retorting to his son "I SAID TO CALL ME "DAD!" NOT "BRUH" YOU
FUCKING DISGRACE TO THE MANSON FAMILY! But yes, we will." The woman looks at Emily
"Emily, dear, eat your food." The man in the wife-beater looks sternly at his wife. "Sharon...HER
FUCKING NAME IS "MARY!" NOT THAT DUMBFUCK PUSSY NAME "EMILY!" "Tears stream down Sharon's face
"O-Okay, h-honey..." Emily picks up her fork, and dips it into the mashed potatos, and scoops some up,
and guides it into her mouth. It's tasty. She then picks up the Papi-Juan's Pizza slice
and slides it into her mouth, and bites down, ripping the China-made dough and cheese
from the main body in the form of a cat tearing a mouse in half. "So, you fucking white haired blue-eyed
freak of nature, are you coming with us to watch the game?" She looks up to her father.. "N-No.. I'm g-" "WHAT?!
ARE YOU SOME KIND OF FUCKIN' PUSSY?! I THOUGHT YOU WERE AMERICAN! NOT ONE OF THOSE FUCKING
PUSSY SKANK EUROSHITS WHO LOVE THAT PUSSY SOCCER SHIT!" Tears welling up in her eyes, voice cracking "I-I..
Need to be excused.." She gets up, and calmly walks off to her room, quivering with fear and dispair.
She flops onto her bed and burries her face into her pillow, and the screams of sadness hopelessness
streams into her pillow, but are easily heard if you were in the same room. But,
from her TV, a voice comes on. "Hiya, kids! Com down to Freddie Fazbear's Pizza! Bring your friends!
Chat with our friends as well! Foxy the Pirate Fox, Chica the Chicken, Bonnie the Bunny, and myself! Freddy Fazbear! We'll
all have a good time! I can promise you that! Just tell your parents it's on MapleBarry Stree on the left of
Ardvark Road! And you'll see it! Oh! That's all the time I've got, I gotta go!" Cheers of children are heard in the
background. Little Emily, only 10 years old, thrusts up onto the floor and speaks with absoloute fury: "I have had it
with this horrible place! I'm going to Freddie Fazbear's! No one will stop me! If they try.." She takes a rat tail
comb and makes stabbing motions. "I'll stab them! I won't let my happiness escape this time!" She opens her window,
and makes her way down the small roof that was in front of it, and gently hangs down from the edge, and drops down.
"Ow. SNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG... d-damnit.. that hurt.."
As she stares into the black abyss of the dark, she takes a deep breath and steps forth into the night. Hoping to make
it to Freddie Fazbear's Pizzaria. The journy to becoming a happier person, has begun.
CHAPTER 2: Not quite
Ready for Freddy, Emily makes her way to the Pizzaria, almost skipping in delight, but doing that in this
part of town would probably get her shot and/or molested. As there are many a danger in this part of the
town. She passes through the ghetto, which consited of drug deals, gun deals, and sex deals, and card deals.
"Hey! Lil' white bitch! Wanna hop on mah 12 inch dong!" Said a sort of skinny black man. "Nigga you ain't got no
12 inch dick, you a fuckin' muffen fo' a dick." Retorted a fat sassy black woman. "However, we should get ta'
scrappin' ho' ass fo' big brudda." "..PLEASE DON'T! NOO!" As the two close in on her, a man drops down from the building that was behind her.
In mere seconds, the two thugs drop down, beaten and bruised. "Hey, kid. Are you alright?" Emily looks up to see a man
in a red and blue costume, with black spider web trimming. "SPIDER-MAN! Thank you!" says Emily with a hug for the hero. "Heh, that's me! Tell me,
why are you here all alone?" "...Well... I was going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.. Could you take me there?! Please!" Emily looks up to him with
starry eyes "Sorry, kiddo. I gotta get you back home. Your parents must be worried sick! I'll have you back in a jiffy!" Emily frowns.
"That's sending me to my doom, my family is horrible. My dad calls me a shit, a slut, and a sick perversion of nature that should be crucified."
Emily can see Spider-Man's mask slink down a little."Wow.. I...Alright, I guess I'll take you to the Fazbear place!" "YAYYY! Thanks again, Spider-Man!"
The webhead picks her up, and swings off, not even 7 minutes pass before they arrive. He sets her down in the parking lot. "I gotta go! Konata, my Waifu
needs me! I'M COMMING, MY LITTLE KAWAII KUN!" He says as he swings off.
"What's a kawaii kun?.. Whatever! Time to have some fun! -GASP!- Maybe they'll let me take them apart! I wanna see what makes them tick! ooooh this is going to
be so fun! ...Why is it dark?" She walks up to the door. And immediatly tears start welling up in her eyes.
"C..Closed down for...good..." She reads with a saddened face. But as she starts to walk away, the door opens. "EHHH... Wha..What's a kid doing...at a strip club
like...uughh.." A man tumbles over, and pukes, face down. "Strip club? What.. Adults are so weird. Why would a club need to be stripped?" She says as she steps over
the drunk, heavily bearded man, and into the Pizzaria. It's dark, to dark to see. She steps forth again, into the unknown darkness.
"I don't think I should be in here... Oh well, I can just play dumb if I get caught! Hooray for being a stupid kid!" She goes further, into the home of the bear.
AUTHOR'S NOTE! Some stuff has been going down since I last uploaded, expect slower uploads, or don't! It depends on what is happening in my life.