As the final bell rang, all of the students at Theodore Roosevelt High School embraced the end of the week, the end of work for at least a day, the end of the five work-filled nights. Students flooded out of the school in bulk, eager to meet their friends or to just go home. At the corner of Rock and Irwin Street, Freddy Murphy leaned against the fence that surrounded the field. He was waiting for his three friends Ben Hopkins, Eddie Teach, and Clarissa Sanderson. The four had known each other since kindergarten. Well, at least Freddy did. The others had known each other since practically birth. Freddy moved to the quiet town of Autumnson, Utah from Texas when he was four. He met Eddie, Clarissa, and Ben in preschool. They were welcoming of him, and they had all been inseparable since then.

Freddy himself was tall, a little chubby, and friendly. He spoke with a slight southern accent, due to spending the first four years of his life in Texas. In his spare time, he liked to appreciate the refined things in life. He wasn't rich or anything, but he did everything he did with dignity, charisma, and charm. Every girl in the school was smitten with him, other than Clarissa, who laughed at all the girls making themselves look stupid in front of Freddy. One of his favorite things to do was read by the fireplace in his house, with a cup of coffee in hand and smooth jazz in the background. He acted as a sort of leader to the group. He usually made the decisions, broke up fights, and gave a lot of advice to them all. He was decently intelligent, getting a B+ average. He was an undeniable strategist, though. He has never lost a game of chess in his life, and likes to read about wars and how battles were won.

He looked to his right, and saw Eddie walking down the sidewalk, looking down, hands in his pockets. Eddie was taller than Freddy, but really skinny. He was quiet, reclusive, and polite. That is when he's not with the others. When he's with his friends, his only friends, he was excitable, outgoing, and helpful. He was the smartest of them all, including everyone else in the school. Freddy often joked that he'd never seen the letters B, C, D, or F in his life. He was often bullied, which he just ignored. You'd think the bullies would leave after seeing no reaction, but they were persistent. Freddy usually took care of the bullies when they got physical in their abuse. He liked to fence, which he claims helps releases his anger.

"Hey, Eddie."

"Hi, Fred. What's new?"

"Nothing really. I tried auditioning for the play like Clarissa suggested."

"You didn't get the part I assume?"

"Correct."

"Too much pressure?"

"Too many uncivilized assholes." Freddy replied with a sarcastic chuckle.

"What do you mean?"

"Mikey and his gang were going around, slapping 'hit me' signs on people's backs, two girls got into a brawl, the supervisor wasn't doing anything. I hope they fail."

"That's a little harsh."

"Eh, you know me, Eddie. Hey, I see Ben and Clarissa." Freddy pointed behind Eddie. Eddie turned, and there indeed was Ben and Clarissa coming down the sidewalk.

Ben was medium sized. Not too tall, not too short, not too fat, and not too thin. He was a typical nerd, minus any acne and glasses. He knew everything there was to know about the latest technology and he was very smart (but not as smart as Eddie). He had a huge crush on Clarissa, which everybody and their parents seem to know about except for Clarissa herself. Freddy found it hilarious that Clarissa was so oblivious to Ben's feelings. He and Eddie would often make jokes about them getting together behind their backs.

Clarissa was medium-sized and thin, with blond hair. She was a cross between a strong, independent woman and a girly girl. She was sweet and caring, especially for her friends, and had a natural talent in cooking that she both loved and hated. On one hand, she can cook anything to near perfection. On the other hand, a lot of guys demand food from her, claiming that "cooking's a woman's job," which she takes great offense to. She wasn't helpless, though. She could easily handle herself in a fight. She doesn't let anyone other than an authority figure tell her what to do. She was a real role model for girls, as one of her teachers said.

"Hey guys!" she said, happily.

"Hi, Clarissa. Hi, Ben." Freddy said.

"Hey." Ben said.

"Well, now that we're all here, what do you guys feel like doing?"

"Oh, I know! Let's go to Freddy's!" Clarissa suggested.

"Can't. My folks are redecorating the place." Freddy said.

"No, silly. The pizzeria!"

"Fazbear's? We haven't been there since…1983!" Ben said.

"Wow, has it really been three years?" Eddie said.

"We eat pizza from their all the time, though." Freddy said.

"It's not the same." Clarissa said.

"Well, I could go for a little trip down memory lane." Eddie said. "You guys?"

"Eh, sure. Why not?" Freddy said.

"I hope Mr. Fazbear remembers us!" Ben said. They all started walking.

Freddy Fazbear's wasn't far away, just a few blocks. They were there in about twenty minutes. They walked through the familiar revolving doors. They sat themselves down in their favorite spot, the spot that got a perfect view of both the stage, where the Fazbear Band played, and Pirate Cove, where the animatronic pirate fox named Foxy performed. The four loved this place ever since they first came here as kids. The animatronics held a special place in each of their hearts. They also had the best pizza in town, which was surprising considering you would expect the place to have poor, low quality food. A woman came to them, asking for their order.

"Two Fazbear specials, please." Freddy said.

"Alrighty then. You guys have fun!" The waitress left. Normally, someone would question why four teenagers would come to a family restaurant aimed towards young kids, but all of the staff had known the four of them for years. After a few minutes of them talking the owner, Mr. Freddy Fazbear himself, came and greeted them.

"Guys! It's been so long! How are you all?" He said.

"We're doing great, sir. Sorry it's been so long since we've been here." Ben said.

"Oh, don't worry about it! I remember what it was like being a teenager. Fun times, fun times. Glad you four remember your childhood, though."

"Thanks, Mr. Fazbear." Clarissa said.

"Well, you kids have fun!" With that, Mr. Fazbear turned and left.

The four stayed there for the entire day. They watched the shows they all knew by heart, played the numerous games and ate their pizza. When the clock rang ten fifty, an announcement was made informing everyone that the restaurant was closing in ten minutes.

"Well guys, it's been fun, but we gotta go." Freddy said.

"Aw…" Clarissa pouted. They were about to get up and go when a man called the over.

"Hey! You four! Come here!" he called. The four friends walked to him, curious.

"Yes?" Freddy said.

"I can see you guys are older than the normal customer."

"So?" Eddie said.

"Well, how 'bout I show you guys something cool?"

"I don't see why not." Ben said. They followed the man into a door that said "Employees Only" located next to the stage. They walked inside, not noticing the man lock the door behind them.

"Wow!" Ben said. The animatronics were all there, shut off and slumped over.

"Yep, this is where the robots are stored after hours." the man said.

"This is so cool! I get to see my childhood idols!" Ben said, ecstatic.

"Wanna see somethin' else that's cool?"

"Sure, what?"

"This." The man took out a knife, probably from the kitchen, and stabbed the back of Ben's neck.

"BEN!" Clarissa yelled, running towards the crazed man. He turned quickly and slashed her throat.

"YOU SICK BASTARD!" Freddy screamed, throwing a punch. The man ducked under it, stabbing him in the gut. He fell to the ground, clutching the wound. The man was about to finish him off when Eddie jumped on his back and started choking him. Gasping for breath, the man grabbed Eddie's right hand and started sawing at it. Eddie screamed in agony and tried to let go, but the murderer held on tight, and sawed his entire hand off. He ran and slammed Eddie against the wall, creating a loud bang. From outside another person called,

"George? Everything alright in there?"

"Everything's fine!" the murderer named George said. "Just knocked over one of the robots! Have a good night, Alex!" Freddy tried to scream for help, but the pain was too great. Eddie was motionless on the ground. He was dead. The killer turned and laughed like a maniac. The last thing Freddy saw was his knife coming down on his eye.