I am still here.

That doesn't give you nearly enough information, does it? Very well. I suppose we should start at the beginning.

"Hush now, child. Your tears will stop in but a moment."

Freddy's Fazbear's Pizzeria was when I first did it. The year was 1974. I had pulled up in my car, wearing my favorite purple shirt. The child was looking at the window longingly. I took one glance inside the window and saw children happily playing with a group of animatronics, having a party. There was a bear, a fox, a duck, and a rabbit giving out cake to everyone. Smiles were on both child and adult alike. I looked around as I had an idea.

An idea that had stuck to me for years upon years. It seemed that everywhere I looked. all I saw was a challenge. How could I do something and get away with it? It was at this moment, I decided to go along with it. Broad daylight... in front of a window. This was going to be a very great challenge.

"Gnnhk- kkkkhk-"

I stopped my car right next to the child. As he spoke to me, I took out a handkerchief, wrapped it around the child's throat, and pulled as hard as I could.

SNAP

That was my first. Of course, I now had evidence. I took the handkerchief with me, got back into my car, and drove off as if nothing happened, leaving the child's corpse in a heap on the ground. Three days later, no one came. Then three more days had passed. I took one look at the morning newspaper.

"Jeremy Fitzgerald was charged for the murder of a child, but further evidence suggests that he is not the culprit."

I had escaped. There was no punishment for me.

And then came the bizarre. Rumors about strange incidents where the animatronics began stuffing people into suits. Deaths being recorded in the pizzeria. Hauntings. Some black and white puppet with tears being able to move. Investigations were held and the pace eventually closed down/. Everything quieted down.

"Grand reopening! Vintage pizzeria given new life! Come be a part of the new Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! What could go wrong?"

Summer of 1987. Things got interesting again. There was one position available. I took the night guard job. Why did I go back to the crime scene? Well... I am always up for a challenge. If I could kill again and escape, this would definitely top my last kill.

I was told there were new animatronics fitted with a criminal database. They couldn't have had my face on there. They couldn't. I was worried. Then came even more strangeness.

"It's just all rumor and speculation... People trying to make a buck. You know... Uh, our guard during the day has reported nothing unusual. And he's on watch from opening til close."

Sounds. Things moving in the shadows. I became jumpy. The animatronics... well, the new ones they dubbed Toys... and Mangle... were they the ones causing those strange goings-on? After a week, I requested to become a Day Guard. I admit that was a little bit of a panicked decision, but I had wanted to be sure I wasn't caught. I met with the new Night Guard once. It was a small world after all.

Jeremy Fitzgerald. By the time he got started, I had already memorized the entire layout. I even noticed something... odd. The animatronics seemed to be able to wander everywhere... except a room with two golden suits. I dubbed it the safe room. The urge to challenge myself became that much harder to resist. When it was nearly time to end my third shift, I acted. I put on a suit they dubbed Golden Freddie and lured six children to the room the animatronics couldn't access and ended each and every single one of their lives.

"We had a spare in the back, a yellow one, someone used it..."

I didn't show up the next day. I called in to quit, complaining about how the animatronics were acting increasingly unsettling and staring at me constantly. I told them it was too unsettling and that I feared for my life. I think what startled me the most was that the bodies of the children were never found. No, wait. That was wrong. What startled me was... well, the now-former night guard was involved in an incident with an animatronic. The Bite of '87. Jeremy Fitzgerald survived, somehow. The place closed down for what I had thought was for good soon after.

"Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

It was not until 1992 that the pizzeria opened up for a third chance. It was also not until that time that I had made a revelation. People were stuffed into suits before the first closure. I had yet not escaped. I had to go back.

I went back.

Using my knowledge of the layout, I lured each animatronic to the very edge of the safe room, one by one. When one turned around, that was when I struck. Freddie, Golden Freddie, Bonnie, Chica, Balloon Boy, The Puppet, and Foxy were all destroyed by my hand. I had thought to destroy the three Toy Animatronics and Mangle, but they had apparently been scrapped when Freddy's closed for a second time.

"...why... why... why... why... why..."

Then it all went wrong. So horribly, horribly wrong. Seven ghosts of seven children chased after me and trapped me in the safe room. Their faces were a nightmare to look at and one of them kept trying to get close to me. I recognized that one. My first kill. I was panicking. Panicking really hard. I pleaded with them to leave me alone. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw one suit remaining: Golden Bonnie.

CRUNCH CRUNCH SNAP

"Help me! Someone help...!"

There were training tapes detailing on how to properly use the golden hybrid suits. I never paid any attention to those. That was my first regret.

SNAP SPLURNK CRUNCH

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!"

I quickly entered what I thought was my own salvation. With a smug grin, I taunted the children.

SPLURCH CRUNCH CRUNCH

The reason they called them hybrid suits was because they could either be worn as costumes, or made as animatronics. To prepare the animatronic, the springlocks had to be put into place.

CRUNCH SNAP CRUNCH

Pain. Unbearable pain. It was the most I had ever felt as each springlock slid into place. A combination of age of disuse without maintenance and improper training became my nail in the coffin. I slumped against the wall, the children staring at me. I bled out. For four hours, I creamed for help. I twitched. I tried escaping the suit. The children stared at me until my last breath, when my head slumped down.

I did not survive.

But...

I was still there.

I had awoken days later in unbearable pain. The exact same amount of pain I felt during my death. I trembled and couldn't speak. It hurt too much. I could not move. I was awake. I was always awake. Days went by. Then weeks. Then months. I eventually regained the strength to move. I looked around the room.

There was no escape. They had sealed the wall up.

I was still there. And I was alone.

"Dude? Dude! I totally found one! Awesome! This will totally make Fazbear Fright completely awesome!"

Thirty years went by. All throughout, not a single ounce of pain had subsided. Thirty years of pain, torment, torture, and alone time gave one plenty of time to think. And change.

I no longer cared about killing children. Or anyone for that matter. I just wanted the pain to end.

I just wanted the pain to end.

I wanted to move on. I could not. I was trapped in my own eternal hell. At the tail end of thirty days, that was when HE came. I heard thumps against the wall and finally saw light. The new owner of the pizzeria... except it was no longer a pizzeria. The new owner mentioned turning the place into a horror attraction and I was the main feature.

I didn't care. I just wanted out. An end to my pain. A chance for my soul to depart.

They hired a night guard.

"Hello!"

Hope kindled inside of me. If I could get to him, I would finally be free. He had to have known about the hybrid suits.

He had to have known about the hybrid suits.

But there was only one small problem. I had thought I destroyed Balloon Boy. My torment would not end until it was destroyed. ...Well, two small problems. I could not reach the office where the night guard worked. Each night, I tried. Each night, I thought would finally be the end that I wanted. Each night, I failed. Each night, the night guard ran away.

"Fazbear's Fright burns to the ground!"

I thought I felt my mind splintering and breaking. I was at my wit's end. I just wanted to to end. I decided to use one last resort. I tore open the wiring and caused it to catch fire, then deciding to remain within that fire. I hoped the suit burned away, along with my soul.

"The few items that were salvaged will be sold at public auction."

I am still here. And now you know why. That was two days ago. I was bought by a woman with two kids.