Account 1-3 Case # 6392

Subject: Michael Solomon Afton

Location: Hurricane, Utah, USA

1612 hours, June 26th, 1985

Despite his lingering anxiety he had to admit, his time spent with Veronica that afternoon had so far been the best of his adolescent life. The two of them ran around the town doing everything they used to do back in Hull. They drank, threw beer bottles at trees, snuck into a movie theater to try and watch the newly released Rambo Sequel only to get kicked out halfway through due to noise complaints. Then to finish off the day they stole some golf clubs and balls from a nearby course started trying to hit them across the nearby Virgin River.

"Damn, I nearly got that one, did you see it!" Veronica shouted as her ball thudded into the sand on their side of the river.

He chuckled at his friend's failure.

"What are you laughing at you bastard?!"

"I'm sorry, but you've been bragging about how good you were at golf all day, and you haven't hit a single ball over that river." He replied, his chuckling turning into laughter.

Her face turned red in embarrassment.

"Well, if you think you're so good, why don't you try this then!"

"If you insist." he said taking the club from her and placing a ball on the tee.

Just as he was about to hit the ball, the two of them heard police sirens down the road right next to them, and it sounded as if they were coming closer.

"Take cover!" she shouted as the two of them scrambled behind a rock formation and peeked out at the road.

When the cars eventually came into view, they noticed it was a police convoy. Three state trooper cars drove down the road escorting a large, armored car. The two of them breathed a sigh of relief realizing they weren't coming for them. Then they looked over and realized where the convoy was going.

Across a small bridge leading across the river was a security checkpoint guarded by two soldiers. Stretching out from either side of the checkpoint was a large chain-link fence that the two friends somehow failed to notice when they first got here. On the left side of the road leading up to the checkpoint was a sign with the US Army and Airforce logos on it and "WELCOME TO FORT CONAGHER" in large bold letters. The two had been golfing next to the military base. They watched as the convoy went over the bridge and pulled up to the checkpoint. The cars stopped in front of the crossing gate and one of the soldiers began to walk towards the lead car, which opened its window. As the soldier began to speak with the policeman, Mike felt Veronica tap his shoulder.

"What the fuck do you think is in that thing?" she whispered to him, pointing at the armored car.

"I don't know." he replied.

He didn't know why but staring at that vehicle made him very uncomfortable. He began to feel anxious for no reason whatsoever.

"Mikey! Are you ok?" she asked, snapping him out of his trance.

"I don't like this."

"What do you mean you don't like this?"

"All of this just seems weird. Why would the police be escorting something to a Military base."

"Maybe its like Gold or something. Those are sometimes stored in bases right."

"No, you're thinking of Ft. Knox."

"Well, I think we might find out." she said pointing to the car.

Sure enough, the two soldiers at the checkpoint were walking to the back of the armored car. They watched, mesmerized as the soldiers gripped onto the handles of the door and swung them open. Mike's mouth dropped in shock and horror when he saw what was inside that vehicle.

In the back of the armored car was the Fredbear animatronic from the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza location. The animatronic he stuck his brother's head in that fateful day. He began to hyperventilate as the thoughts of that day flooded back into his mind. Evan's screams as the jaw of that thing closed around his head, the gasps of the crowd as they witnessed what they had done, what HE had done. He soon forced himself out his memories, the memories he'd been trying to repress for years. He was shaking and crying, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down, but it wasn't over yet. His ears were accosted by a rough humming sound, his mind invaded by robotic mumbling. It was hard to describe, but it almost sounded like a mechanical voice reading a book in reverse. The words "It's me" flashed before his eyes alongside the face of that damn Fredbear animatronic. He looked back over at the armored car. Time appeared to be frozen and that animatronic was still there, its head was turned to the side and its dark eyes stared at him.

"Don't think you can escape your sins." A deep voice echoed in his mind.

The next thing he remembered was him hollering "FUCK!" as he sprinted down the road as fast as he could. He vaguely thought he could hear Veronica shouting after him, but he was so disoriented and freaked out at that point he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was getting as far away from that thing as possible. He ran for what seemed like hours, across streets and down countless blocks. He finally came out of that trance after he put a good distance between himself and that thing. He had left Veronica in the dust long ago. He felt terrible about leaving her, there was no way she could have known that would happen. He knew he would have to explain this to her at some point, but right now he was so tired. His body was shaking, and he was sweating all over, practically gulping in air as his fatigue began to catch up with him. After a short period, he keeled over and vomited on the ground. This day had been going so well, he was having fun for the first time in years, and he just RUINED IT.

After recovering from his upchuck, he weakly forced himself to stand up and looked around to get his bearings and find out where he was. He was in a back alley behind a restaurant. Trashcans and dumpsters lined the back wall of the establishment and several vents and fans hummed in the background. His breath hitched once again as he realized where he was. He trudged his way out of the alley and around the side to look at the front of the establishment. Above him was a giant sign with four colorful animatronic characters and the words "FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA", "WHERE FANTASY AND FUN COME TO LIFE".

As he stared at that sign the words of his father that morning rung through his mind.

"Meet me at the restaurant at 5."

His heartrate quickened and he began to panic once more. He had to get out of here, this place wasn't safe, he h-.

A sharp and throbbing pain erupted in the back of his head and he was forced to the ground. He tried to move his arms, tried to yell, tried to do anything to get out of this scenario, but it was too late. As he slowly began to lose consciousness, he felt someone lifting him up by the scruff of his shirt.