On this cursed day that will forever scar the memories of many innocent people, it had started out as a quite normal day. It was a breezy November afternoon, and it was the birthday of Mark's brother. Mark's parents had forced him to go , but what they didn't know is that he secretly enjoyed going there. It seemed a little babyish for a 10 year old, but it seemed to him that going there was better than anyplace at moment. He was an outcast anywhere he went, even his few friends weren't very reliable. Rumors of Mark's odd traits circulated his school, and to be near him was to be considered a sin. Unless you were bullying him. Then, you were considered to be "taking out the trash". He was always trying to hide, and always sneaking about in the dark. He liked to blend in with the people around him, and so he always wore a hooded jacket, usually with the hood up. He was very quiet, and always tried to move as quietly as possible. He had long black hair, and had startling green eyes that seemed to gleam in the light.

His parents were getting them ready to leave. Mark said, "Could you please remind where we are going again?"

Mark's father looked irritated. "You know damn well where we are going! We have been going to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for birthdays for years now!"

"Can I have cake with sprinkles on it?", Mark's 6 year old brother, Sebastian, says. He always got his way, so there was no real need in asking for it.

"Extra sprinkles on it, if you like.", Mark's mom said. How surprising.

His brother's face widened into a grin. "Yay!", he bellowed, showing his joy in it's loudest form. Ugh, can't it shut up already!

"All right, everyone. Let's go have some fun!", Mark's mom says with enthusiasm.

"Woo-hoo.", Mark says halfheartedly. As usual, everyone ignored him and got in the car. In a few minutes, they were in the parking lot. Mark could feel his heartbeat rise.

It looked different for the last time he had been there. The place looked revamped, but everything looked so childish. The animatronics, the posters on the walls, even the tables looked goddamn childish! He didn't like the new animatronics. In fact, he really hadn't liked the old ones much, either. All except for one. He didn't see any of the old animatronics, so he decided to take a quick peek around to see if he could find them. After convincing his parents to let him leave for a while, he began to sneak about in search for his favorite animatronic. He found a labeled "PARTS/SERVICE ROOM". This caught his attention, so when no one was looking, he slipped into the room quietly.

The first thing he noticed was that the room was very dim, lit only by a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Secondly, he saw almost all the old animatronics, like Bonnie and Chica, laying in heap in the end of the room with various parts of them removed. All, of course, except for the one he was looking for. He began to leave disappointedly when he heard a noise. It was wrenching, grinding sound. He turned back around, hoping to see something interesting, but nothing is different about the room. Not anything he can see. He left the room, shutting the door behind him.

It was later that evening when the new Fazbear gang arrived to sing, but little Sebastian wan't very interested in them. He was busy trying out the Take-It-Apart/Put-It-Back-Together station, and he was loving it. He was trying to put back together what looked like a copy of the old Foxy. Most of it was done put his mom and dad, but he still acted like he did all of it himself. Everyone seemed to be eating or drinking something. Mark, of course, was sitting back and watching. He was wondering what they had done with that one animatronic. It had only come out of it's hiding spot ever so often, doing some small shows every so often. It was like him, it didn't like being watched, but it still wanted to be remembered. He always snuck back to see that animatronic when nobody was around, and even sometimes when people were around, even if they were the bullies. Then, he would talk to the animatronic, as if expecting a response. Once or twice, he could have sworn it had nodded at him, or that it's eyes were looking at him intently, listening to him. He thought it was a little crazy, but he needed to let go of some of his thoughts, and to something that wouldn't tell anyone. He trusted it.

His brother had finished the animatronic. Sebastian smiled in triumph, finally completing the task of rebuilding it. He shrieked in delight, watching the animatronics' eyes glow. His parents were chatting away with another set parents, so they didn't see exactly what happened next.

Not even Mark saw exactly what had happened. He only remembered what had happened afterwards. He hadn't been attention at that point. He remembers hearing his brother's shriek of joy turn into a shriek of agony, so his head and many others' quickly turned to see what had happened. He will probably remember this for the rest of his life.

His brother seemed to have lost his forehead, and the wound has bleeding profusely. You saw an animatronic kneeling down next to it, and it was covered with blood. It was dripping with the red stuff, so much, if fact, that it began to drip into a little pool on the floor.

People realized what had happened at this point. They screamed, and ran for the exits. Staff members called for an ambulance, and were attempting to move the animatronic.

Mark was stunned. He couldn't believe this had happened, not on a day as normal as this. He looked at the animatronic closely, not believing any of this. The staff began trying to move the animatronic, but it wasn't budging. A brave one hit it with a fire extinguisher, put it didn't even make a dent. Mark thinks, "Why you?".

It was old Foxy the Pirate, his secret-keeper.