Short chapter is short. Sorry for the hiatus!

'That. . . He's such a. . . I hate him!' Luke shouted loudly at the air where the Purple Guy had been.

The kid was hyperventilating and pretty much radiating hate like the sun. For a moment, the boy flickered like a broken light bulb or video game pixel. Here and there were patches of red hair and unnaturally pale skin, but they were gone faster than they had appeared on the inky figure.

He spun around, pointing at the same spot and shouting in a hysterical voice, 'We are going to send that man back to hell faster than you can say "PIZZA". He used us like puppets. He f-'

'Luke!' Ron gasped. 'What's gotten into you?!'

Chelsea hesitated, then grabbed the boy by the arm and yanked him towards the group. 'Calm. Down. Talk to me. Normally, please.'

He twisted out of her grip angrily and stomped out like a tiny titan.

'Leave him alone,' Ron said quickly before anyone could follow the kid. 'He needs time alone.'

'In the mean time, who wants cake?!' Jack said, holding up a stale piece of the food.

"Say 'Freddy's'!" the woman holding the camera giggled.

The kid in the middle was nearly crushed as his friends struggled to fit in the picture with him. They still smiled, although a bit forced.

As soon as the camera light flickered, they were stumbling for the stage. The show was about to begin, and none of them wanted to miss it.

The lights dimmed a little bit, but not enough to be a safety hazard. Or so they thought.

The crowd of kids that had gathered there cheered as the curtains rose to reveal animatronic characters. A blue bunny with makeup and a bow tie stood ready to play guitar. Next to him was a yellow chick, with a pink garment around her waist and a bib that read "LET'S PARTY!". In her hand was a cupcake. The main attraction stood in the center with his microphone, hat and tie. It was Freddy Fazbear, the entertainer of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

"H-Hello, boys and girls!" the chicken spoke in a robotic, girly voice. "Are you-Are you ready to pa-party with Freddy, Bonnie, Fo-and Chica-ca?"

There was a lot of cheering.

"We can't h-hear you!" Bonnie the Bunny answered, surprisingly a lot like a boy considering his feminine appearance.

The kids there cheered even louder.

Music flooded the speakers on the floor as prerecorded music played throughout the pizzeria. Freddy began to sing something about pizza when one of the children felt someone tap on his shoulder. He turned around, nearly jumping out of his skin.

What had tapped him was a bear. An ugly one. He looked a lot like the Freddy on stage, except for his golden-yellow fur and blueish hat and tie. He looked older somehow. Maybe it was the lack of rosy cheeks and dingy figure, or the unsettling realism. Maybe the humanoid eyes staring at him?

The thing said, "So, with a hat like that, I think you're the birthday boy!" With that, he poked the cardboard crown on his head.

The boy nodded eagerly, causing his crown to slide a little. The yellow bear adjusted it. He may have been startling, but this was probably one of Freddy Fazbear's friends! He was a bear, too!

The bear chuckled, "Well, I am Golden Freddy! You are?"

"Derek Bergenson!" he exclaimed.

"Want to get a special birthday surprise?" Golden Freddy smiled in an odd, even creepy fashion. "It'll be just for you!"

"Can my friends come? I don't want them to be left out."

"Sure! The more, the merrier!" the yellow bear grinned.

Derek elbowed a boy nearby, whispered something, and then pointed out a three other kids. His pal nodded and quickly got their attention. It wasn't long before a grand total of five children were following Golden Freddy to the back of the pizzeria, holding hands or skipping along.

They followed him into the hall, stopping just before a door marked, "PARTS AND SERVICE: EMPLOYEES ONLY".

"Are you sure this is the right place?" a girl asked.

"Sure as ever!" Golden Freddy said, opening the door for them. "Children first!"

As soon as all five reluctantly scooted in, they heard the door slam shut. They suddenly started babbling amongst themselves in panic in the dark.

Nobody noticed the "animatronic" take off its head and reach for a shiny silver blade.