Personal Journal of a Fredbear Employee

I'm pretty sure the cops are on my trail, but I dare not give the slightest hint that I am the reason for the kidnappings. Honestly these cops are very stupid, considering the amount of time it took for them to even think that the person might be an employee at the "perfect" Fredbear diner. The parents of the children are stupid too. They were blinded by the false glamor that the diner has gained throughout the years. They were the ones who left their children alone. So, I guess I'm teaching these idiotic parents a lesson in the end, right? So I'm not too much in the wrong for my doings.

Though these cops may be close to gaining my trail of evidence, I shall not stop the kidnapping of the children. The name of the Fredbear diner deserves to be tarnished, even if it is at my expense. My hatred for the company began when my younger brother stole the love of my life. The lovely waitress is the only reason I still work at this shit restaurant. But now my blasted brother has stolen her heart and taken her hand in marriage.

Now, that isn't the whole reason I hate this restaurant. It's also the dumb pay us employees get. The owner of the Fredbear name is, by now, bathing in his own money. But we're still being made with the minimal, as if working at some mediocre diner. The pay I get is never worth having to deal with these slimy brats all day and all week.

In the end, my true hatred for the restaurant is the fact that it is looked up so highly upon by all the morons of the city. It seems perfect, shining, and golden like the old Freddy. But in all reality, this place is a shit hole. The only reason this place has a good reputation is because the kids freak out over the new, fancy animatronics. The employees are treated poorly by these lunatic kids and are hardly tolerated. The working conditions outside of the lobby is crap. The maintenance for the animatronics is terrible. The kids always tear up the machines and I'm expected to schedule the repairs, which is very often.

I just want people to see the true condition of this place, if not tarnish it forever. I don't want any other people to popularize the Fredbear name beyond the point needed. The job was okay in the beginning, though I was forced into it beyond my control. But now, with its popularity, it's unbearable and I want anyone who enjoys this place to experience my pain. I would quit, but since I am forced hear and not allowed to, I might as well tarnish this company's name in spite.

Well, now that I've ranted about how shitty this place is and why I feel it should be brought down, I need to plan out new ways to throw the cops off. I think I'm going to wear the old Golden Fredbear suit to lure the kids in instead of my other tricks. I feel this would be more affective and will eliminate my tracks more efficiently. Also, since I'm doing this, I might as well make it fun for me. The children deserve it anyway for being snobby little shits.

-Author's Note—

Zundae- I'm so glad that people are enjoying our story! I want to thank all the nice reviews we have been receiving, they really inspire us to keep writing. I hope you enjoy this chapter as well. ^.^ Anyways, the story won't be too long, but don't worry! We will be continuing the series, writing about the other games! In this note, we may wait a bit to write the second story (about the second game) in light of the rumors of a third Five Nights at Freddy's game. We want to make sure how we're going to display the plot fits with the new game, when and if it comes out. We'll hopefully have more information on that by the time this story has ended. Anyways, we will hopefully be updating a chapter at least once a week, but I'm sorry if we miss sometimes.

Azezul- She's summed it up thanks for the positive feed back. Hella sorry I don't have much to add. Zundae is a word hog.