[AN: It is HEEEEEEEEEEEEREEE]

My head hurts, a lot.

I feel like something was stuck in my belly but at the same time I get the impression there is nothing there. I can't move, or wake up. All I see is total darkness; sometimes I can hear creepy laughs and painful screams very far away.

There is nothing inside my head that makes sense, all the memories are mixed up and when I'm finally taking control of my own conscience everything falls apart with a headache so strong it goes all the way down to my spine and stays like that for a long time.

Something tells me I'm supposed to be dead, yet I'm trapped in this limbo with no exit.

Lately, I've been having vague visions of a girl trapped inside a cottage in the middle who is covering her ears with her own hands. I know her, but that's everything I know so far about the small child. Every time these visions come to my mind they get longer and stronger, I can feel the cold floor and the tears coming down my cheeks just like the little girl, sounds of an axe cutting what I suppose is a tree rumble inside my head. Then the door of the cottage opens and that's where it ends.

But then, when my own thoughts were getting weaker and weaker, I feel a strange object entering my body slowly from the back, the pain increases considerably to the point I can feel my arms moving because of the agony, at the end I lose my consciousness once again, but this time I do wake up.

The first thing I see after this horrible experience are bright lights, lots of them, hurting my eyes forcing them to close, but I tell myself not to do so, or I'll never be able to get away from my vegetable like condition.

My eyeballs burn with the intensity of the lights, after sometime the images become clearer, I figure out that I have been asleep in a small white room that smells strongly like alcohol.

I stay lied down, staring at the ceiling, motionless.

A nurse comes in and notices that I'm awaken, she runs out of the room and asks for help. Her voice sounds very far away, but I can make out she is calling a doctor.

…

For the past few days my memories have been coming back to my head.

I got shot. Yeah I know it is hard to believe but it happened in my fifth night at Freddy's, the most deadly place I have ever been, I don't want to know anything about it again, but the police wants me to. It turned out the owner of the restaurant was involved with the murder of the children after all, and that he is going to prison for quite a long time. I might need to stay in the same place for a few months because I almost killed Ron's dad with a shotgun, but the nice lady (A middle aged woman with dark skin) who is my "lawyer" is going to try to make it look like I was just defending myself and that, in fact, I didn't want to kill the bastard.

Of course I wanted to get rid of him, even if I had to do such a thing, it doesn't matter, that man has done some horrible things, not only for covering the murder of 5 children, but he also ruined the life of other… People?

Until this point I never thought about the animatronics, are they really alive?

Foxy. He helped me a lot, taking care of me at any moment, if what the doctors said about me being asleep for 2 weeks is true, Foxy should be fixed by now, if he is not scrapped already. The same thing goes for Bonnie who at the end turned out to be nice. In the other hand; Chica and Freddy… Yeah they can go to hell.

The real question is, What is going to happened to the restaurant?

A few visits to the court later, Ron's dad went straight to prison and is going to rotten there for the rest of his life, as for all of the Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria staff, well half of them left, Maria really needs the money and Ron thinks the restaurant has some kind of future. He is still thinking about a new name for he place because Freddy is getting scraped with no coming back.

The place was fixed by the time I came back, to work again, the only reason I'm here is because of Foxy. I don't care if he is really alive of just the result of advance AI, the only thing that matters is that I can give him back some of what he lost since the bite of the 87.

Our re-opening day went somewhat decent, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy did great on stage although they're not allowed to walk around the place yet, parents are still skeptical about the whole situation but I'm sure everything is going to be alight, the kids are just like Claire and me: we would do anything to see our favorite fake mechanical animals each Friday after a long day at school.

The day is almost over, I'm going to start the night watch, but in a more relaxed way, I'm hoping the guys don't want to kill me anymore, so I can finally sit down and talk to Foxy who now has his missing parts fixed and looks as shinny as he could ever possibly be.

I enter the restaurant slowly feeling nervous with my palms totally wet and sweat running down my face which just now turned red. The place is empty and silent, I don't know where the animatronics are but for some reason I feel like someone is following me but everytime I turn around, there is no one there.

Inside the camera room I found Foxy sitting on the floor facing the wall, he heard me but decided not to look at me in the eyes. I don't know what to say, all this time I tried not to make contact with anyone. Something tells me that the best thing to do is running away, but I ignore the idea and sit in the floor just like him.

-So…do you mind telling me my favorite story again?

[AN: I finally finished this and I feel like I could beat the entire world. Twice. Thanks for sticking around with this shity fic, even when It took a million years to be completed.]