This story is 2nd person view! This means it takes place in YOUR perspective even if the character’s life is different than yours.

Graphic content is ahead. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Also, this isn’t how I believed the actual story happened. This is obviously a new spin on the idea, like this universe is DRASTICALLY different... like this is WAY different. Animatronics aren't even a thing at Freddy's until later.

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Some Aminos have been getting rid of these tags lately. Sorry if these are no longer relevant tags. I haven't been on here for so long. I got this cover approved by 2 moderators who said it was okay. Sorry for so much at the beginning. I like to read every comment and I don't want the comments filled with "This is gory", "This is super sad", "This cover should be reported", "No, [Character] didn't do that in the games". and so on. I hope you read this whole intro. Some feedback would be really nice! Even if you hated the story with a passion, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Now let's get into it:

You are a teenager, about 16 years old. You live in a trailer home with tough circumstances. Your father had died before you were born. Your mom had an addiction to heroin. She was constantly injecting herself with it and spending money to buy more. You never grew up with having toys. The only things left to fidget with were knives and random pieces of garbage. The only thing you had was a switch blade in your room that your mom had given you for self-defense long long ago. Your only form of entertainment was reading books.

You read a lot, especially because libraries are free to use. While everyone else was playing cards or causing a ruckus somewhere, you were reading. You achieved above average intelligence in doing so. You didn’t make many friends. These suburbs of Phoenix were buzzing in and out with people. They would always come and go. But you were stuck there forever. Sometimes your mother would bring home drunken and abusive men. After all, she did work at a night club.

You had to watch her get beaten as a kid sometimes. It scarred you. People would often give you shit about how your mom whored her body out for money - especially in middle school and high school. You hated your life but took an interest in robotics. There was a class for it at your high school. You loved the fact that you could command pieces to move from simply aligning few wires and chords. Your room was scattered with these very robotic pieces.

You had built your own alarm clock, you built tiny dancing robots, and other toys. Though you had never played with them like toys. You hadn’t imagined them moving around because you could program them to do so. But despite that, you didn’t lack creativity. In the summer of 1979, you were a junior in high school. The month was July. Your mom had returned from a terrible night at the club. She loudly summoned you from her room. You walked out of your room. Looking at the obvious use of meth through wrinkles on her face was always slightly disturbing and you knew you’d never get used to it.

“I got robbed again!” she said, almost crying, “They stole my wallet, my money, my ID, everything except for my keys,” You didn’t know what to tell her.

“That sucks,” you added lamely.

“I want to find another boyfriend to get some money but just… after what happened last time…” the asshole last time had neglected her and taken her money. He used it to buy drugs for himself. He was a filthy hobo. You knew your mother was just using these men but you didn’t care. You guys needed whatever they had to offer - even if you did use them. You didn’t want to become homeless.

“Yeah I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you told her.

“And now we can’t make our house payments this month. They took EVERYTHING! ALL my money! So I had a new idea. YOU’RE going to get a job,”

“What?” you said, confused. You didn’t really care about being forced to have one, but it surprised you. You knew you’d get at least some money out of this and you were at the age of getting a job anyway. But you still had to protest with one little jab, “why can’t YOU get a better job?” You knew the answer. It was a rhetorical question, but you always held just enough resentment toward your mother to ask something as cruel as that.

You knew she had a drug problem and this was the best job she could get. But you didn’t care. She had put you through far too much. At this point in your life, you knew what a normal environment was. You were able to understand things at this age. She rebelled with excuses like disabilities that you knew she never had. That night you wrote down your résumé. Your grades were good, you had a social charm despite not being too fond of social interaction, and most of all, you were intelligent. You had even skipped a grade.

The only thing lacking was prior work experience. Your age didn’t matter. You could easily get a job at any age - this was the 1970’s. It was legal. You submitted your résumé everywhere. One particular place caught your eye with a help wanted sign. You hadn’t been accepted into any job yet but this job had a big red “Help Wanted” sign. The place was a kids café. You just so happened to be 20 minutes away from home when you found this. You started thinking about what bus routes to take if you were hired.

The place was connected to an outlet mall. Despite not even having any sort of clue of what this place was like or if they would even hire you, you already had visions of transportation. You walked in. The first scent that hit your nose was the smell or fresh pizza cooking. The place was a kids café called “Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria”. The walls were painted blue with clouds or checkerboard patterns. There were red booths with green and yellow outlines. Waiters and waitresses walked around arcade games delivering pizza and soda. You kept walking further. There was an entire jungle gym in the back.

It was a big indoor playground contraption connected with big plastic tubes that the children crawled through. They would slide down a plastic slide and into a colorful ball pit. On the other side of the diner, there was a stage. You saw people in mascot costumes dancing to music in the background. It was the Toreador March. The floors were covered with a black carpet. The pattern was aesthetically pleasing neon green and pink ribbons on a black carpet.

The prize counter was filled with toys of the four mascots - along with other cheap plastic toys. They had Chinese finger traps, plush toys, candy, plastic rings, bookmarks, stickers, and everything else a little kid would want. You observed two little boys collect their tickets and stuff them into a machine. It gave them a small slip of paper with a number on it. The number was on how many tickets they had. And then they ran to the prize counter and demanded certain toys.

The employee behind the counter reached into the boxes and pulled out candies and toys to give to the kids. You saw how the system worked. And you had never seen anything like it. You knew right away that you wanted to work there. You went up to the counter and asked for a job application. The employee went to get the manager. The manager walked out from in the kitchen. He was bald - except for his white mustache. He wore big glasses and an orange suit. His name read “Henry”.

He gave you the application while welcoming you to, in his words, “a magical place for kids and grown ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life”. You start to fill everything down. You give him the résumé you had in your pocket. It takes you a week but one day you finally get a call from Freddy Fazbear’s. You ran to the home-phone and discuss everything. You’d be making minimum wage, you would clean tables, serve food, make food, clean the kids areas, and if they really needed you to, you’d dress as a mascot.

“When can you start?” Henry asked. You told him you could start tomorrow. You would’ve said as soon as possible but you figured giving yourself one day to relax before the next chapter of your life was crucial. You were on your way to adulthood. You took the bus there that day to check out everything before you would officially start working there. Henry even had one of the employees give you a tour. The employee, a fat guy named Jared, walked you around.

First, he showed you the space under the stage where the place kept props, extra chairs, and other random items. He then showed you the employees only room. Most of the employees here seemed to be either your age or in their early 20’s. The room had a few lockers with mascot costumes, water bottles, and other items like wallets and keys. You made sure to buy a lock first chance you got. Jared then brings you into a janitorial closet.

He starts walking behind this large vent in a very tight space. It seemed to be a hallway that was blocked off. You squeeze through with him and end up in a room. The room’s walls were decaying. It was the only room that had checkerboard-patterned floor. He then tells you that this was originally called the “safe room”. It was for disasters and stuff but after someone was found using the costumes to lure kids in, they blocked it off completely.

“Now, it’s just a room to smoke or fuck,” Jared said. You were slightly taken aback, not expecting this from a kid-friendly corporation. “You know that bitch Jenny? She’s hot as fuck. Rumor has it that she gave head back here once,” this was slightly grossing you out. You didn’t really care about that. After he pulled out a cigarette and smoked it there, you two went back into the building. As you went back into the employees only to pick a locker, you saw the blonde woman with the nametag “Jenny”.

She didn’t look like the type to perform sexual actions in a place like this. You just assume Jared is some babbling idiot spreading rumors. The room was pretty dim. There were benches, lockers, and a table. There weren’t that many lockers and not that many employees. The next day, you show up at opening. It was a Monday you were actually excited for. You’d get to start working at this fun little place and make some money. You didn’t see your mother in the house but you didn’t care. You knew she was probably somewhere else injecting herself with poison.

You let that roll off as you sat on the bus. Some kids from your class were on the bus but you didn’t really care. They didn’t bother you. You waltzed into work feeling ready for the real world. Parents and children were mad to see you cut the line. One of them even confronted you, asking why you were so special. You tell him off, saying you work there. You would soon get used to the smell of garlic crust on pizza. It was a pleasant scent.

After serving some tables pizza and drinks, you check the time. 2 hours had gone by. Time was in your favor today - at least with the attitude you had. You knew that work would be fun if you made it fun. All of the employees in the employees talked a lot of shit behind Henry’s back. They all hated this. But you were wearing a mask of happiness thick enough to make you enjoy what you were doing. At around 5 Pm, you were in the employees only room washing your hands. Henry walked in.

“Alright I’m afraid Thomas is missing so that means you’re gonna have to be Bonnie,” he said to you.

“What do you mean?” You asked.

“You’re gonna have to dress up as the purple rabbit character and dance around on stage. Interact with the kids a bit and try not to be seen as a human. You had a lot more to ask but this was no time for answers. Henry tried to rush you. You walked into the employee bathroom and changed. As a song came on, Henry told you to get your ass on stage. You did as he said, hopping onto the stage. You didn’t know how to dance.

Your embarrassment subsided when you saw children watching. You saw them mimicking your dance moves and singing the background songs. And you were loving it. Though your vision was limited, you loved the idea of wearing a mask. It was much better than showing the world your face. All of those in school who used to bully you, those who bump into you without a care in the world, were all praising you and watching as you entertained a group of kids.

They loved you. You could feel it. It was the first love from anyone before. People below you cared about you more than your mom, your dad, your peers, or anyone in your life. You were sad when the music stopped and the purple curtains swooped down to cover the stage. You wore the costume backstage. It was comfortable. There was a direct door from the employees only room to the stage. You and the other 2 employees walked through it.

They took off their masks as soon as they entered. You kept yours on. Henry told you 3 to wait 5 minutes before going out into the main area. You couldn’t wait. When those 5 minutes passed, Henry ushered you 3 out into the play contraption and tables. While the other 2 lazily waved around and high-fived kids, you jumped into the ball pits with them. You weren’t even sure if going into the plastic tubes was allowed but you did anyway.

This was a new experience. You hadn’t gotten to do fun things like this much in your life. And not only that, but everyone was enjoying your company. Everyone was hugging you, taking pictures of you, giving you high-fives, and treating you with respect. You were like a celebrity. You didn’t talk to them but they talked to you. While some of them were more obnoxious than others, they all loved you. And that’s all that mattered. Not too long after, Henry brought you back to the employees room.

“Okay,” he said, organizing his thoughts, “why did you get in the tubes?” he asked.

“I don’t know” you said, “I was just having fun with the kids and-”

“Yeah well we don’t do that here,” he didn’t ever smile for some reason - despite the sign on the door saying ‘Remember to smile, you are the face of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza’. You put the costume away and went back to being a waiter where the kids treated you like the same old employee. Toward 7Pm, you were getting hungry. You asked Henry when your lunch break was. He told you it was hours ago but he’d be willing to make an exception for the time being.

After you finished a small pan pizza, you had nothing else to do for the rest of the hour. So you ask for some tokens for the arcade games. Jared gives you some for free behind Henry’s back. You spent the coins on all kinds of arcade games. They’re entertaining and you soon get addicted. You won tickets that you then had a machine count for you. You won 56 tickets. You went up to the prize counter. You didn’t really want stickers and you were too full for candy. So you asked for this small box of action figures that cost 50 tickets. There were four small toys in it of the characters.

“These don’t look like the character at all,” you tell Jared.

“I know, they’re cheap Chinese-made plastic pieces of shit,” Bonnie the Bunny was a purple rabbit. But the toy was a light blue version. It was creepy. The thing had pink eyelids and big green eyes. The toy-Freddy was carmel-colored instead of dark brown. It’s hat had a stripe running across the bottom. Chica the Chicken - another mascot in the place - had a different beak shape. Her bib read “Let’s Party” instead of “Let’s Eat”.

Foxy the Pirate Fox was white. This one resembled more of a wolf and took on a more feminine appearance. But it displayed no signs of being a pirate. No hook for a hand, no wooden leg, no eyepatch, nothing. You bring the toys over to your table wondering why you even bought toys in the first place. You didn’t know what to do with them or how to use them. A little girl sat across from you drawing a picture. The picture was of two beavers cutting wood.

“What toys are those?” she asked you. She looked to be about 9 or 10.

“These are from the prize counter. They’re supposed to be Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy,” you tell her.

“Well they sure don’t look like it,” she said. There was an awkward pause for a moment.

“What exactly do you do with these?” you asked her. You never had toys before and therefore didn’t know what to do with them. The only toys you had were ones you had made in your robotics class. But you could program them to move and speak. You couldn’t program these pieces of plastic. So if they weren't programmable, then what were they for?

“You could put them on the shelf… or you can play with them,”

“Yeah, but how does one play with toys?”

“I don’t know. I usually pretend they’re doing other things that they wouldn’t be doing. I pretend my dolls are real babies to take care of sometimes. And my brother pretends he’s one of the racers in his Hot Wheels. It’s all about pretend,” She reached out and grabbed the Bonnie toy from the package. She began moving it up and down. She then grabbed the Freddy toy. She pretended Freddy was attacking Bonnie and Bonnie was doing parkour moves while fighting back. Bonnie bounced around plates and cups before landing on Freddy’s head.

You could see it now. It’s as if you were watching a legitimate fight between Freddy and Bonnie. In your mind, there was a real brawl going on above the table. You used your imagination to picture an audience around them. And then you put yourself in the equation by grabbing the Chica toy and fighting Freddy. You started to get lost in your own world. Soon after, you snapped back to reality. The girl’s mother walked by.

“Stacey, it’s time to go,” the girl’s mother flashed you a weird look. The little girl gave back the toys and said goodbye. As she walked away, you could hear her mother not-so-quietly giving her a lecture on talking to strangers. You didn’t care. You continued to play with the toys. This time, they weren’t fighting each other. They were in space now fighting against the bad guys. As you pretended they were shooting monsters and battling robots, Jared walked by.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m… just fidgeting with these toys,” you lie to him. You didn’t really want to tell him because you knew he would make fun of you. As you looked around, you noticed it was dark outside.

“Alright well we close in like… an hour. Your lunch break is over,” you threw away the paper your food was served on and placed the tray on top of the garbage can. You spent the rest of the night cleaning tables and serving food. By closing, you were sad to take your belongings from your locker and leave. On the bus, you played with the toys some more. You pretended this was some sort of anime-styled showdown between Freddy and Foxy. Though you came back to the real world once a hand reached in and snatched the Freddy toy. The hand belonged to one of your classmates who rode that bus.

“Are you autistic?” he said. You reach to grab it back but he backs away.

“Give it back, you fucking asshole,” you say to him. You were now attached to the toy. You wanted it back. He twisted the head off of it, decapitating the toy right in front of you.

“I was going to but then you called me that. Come at my pussy,” he said, shoving you. You got back up and sent your fist flying into his face full-force. You’ve been through tougher situations and know how to pack a punch. This instantly got his nose bleeding. His two friends ran at you and pinned you down. They punched back. The kid who had broken the toy Freddy was now kicking you on the ground. After some punches from them, you felt your nose bleed. As the bus came to a stop, they got off and ran.

But no one was there to defend you. This bus driver liked to wear headphones. You didn’t get up. You laid on the ground, dizzy. Blood gushed from your nose and you could feel your lip swelling. When you finally got the strength to move again, you picked up the pieces of the Freddy toy. You didn’t like to see it like this. Your mind had made you believe this was more than just a cheap piece of plastic in your hands. To you, this was a character.

“I will put you back together,” you promised the toy. When you walk home, your mother isn’t there. You walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. You see bruises on your face. You use alcohol and other home remedies before going to bed. You wished you could hurt those kids just as badly. They deserved to get broken for breaking your toys. The rest of the week was the same. You served food and beverages while playing with toys on the side. Other people pointed and laughed but you didn’t mind.

Jared started calling you a fag. You knew he was trying to get to you but his weak-minded attempts were pathetic. You saved up enough tickets to buy an exclusive plush of a golden Freddy. This one was wearing a purple top hat and bow tie instead of a black one. Jared also doesn’t know where this came from. You asked your boss about it and his response was interesting. He told you that there was an older location before this.

It was smaller and duller location called “Fredbear’s Family Diner”. It was in the next town over. There wasn’t much to it, however. It only had a stage with 2 mascots on it. They were basically golden versions of Freddy and Bonnie. But after that was a success on it’s own, they shut down this place and rebuilt it as Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza in a new, bigger location. Henry told you that the plush was of Fredbear. You bring home the plush on the bus.

As you sat down on the bus, you see three familiar faces. It was the kids who had beaten you up just yesterday. As they boarded, your grip around the Fredbear plush became tighter. The trio threw things at you like paper airplanes and pieces of garbage. You didn’t care though. You stared down at the Fredbear plush. It’s black eyes beamed at yours. The tension in the bus was strong - you could feel it. You felt conflict in the air but didn’t pursue it.

Luckily, their stop came before yours. As you looked into the light reflecting off of the plush’s plastic black eyes, you tell yourself that tomorrow is another day. The next day, you walk into work only to overhear Jenny and Jared talking about how supposedly terrible being a mascot was.

“It’s fucking stupid,” Jenny said, “dancing is embarrassing. How do kids even find this shit entertaining?”

“Yeah,” Jared agreed, “technology is taking over literally anything else. We got machines that’ll just make us a pizza. Why can’t we have some kid of robots that can wear the suits and do everything for us?” your interest was piqued. Robotics was always your specialty. You had originally planned to correct whatever he was going to say because you were the expert and he wasn’t. But this idea stayed in your mind.

You always had an A in robotics at high school. You were even behind a credit or two from retaking the class over and over again. Not only did your teacher love you, but he would supply many parts that you would take home and use. You would build more advanced robots than the class because you took such an interest. You knew which motherboards to connect the wires to, and with that information, you expanded upon building. You had little action figures around your room that could move. You even had one that could speak upon pressing a button.

As you worked that day, you observed the stage. You thought about what it would be like to have robots up there moving around. You couldn’t make them dance as fluently, but no one had ever done anything like that before. It swayed around in your mind throughout the day. Large animatronic robots. You imagined what they would look like. There was only one problem - money. You would have to use whatever was left from your paycheck after making the house payment.

Every now and then, you would check on your Fredbear plush. Other employees would ask what you were doing but you didn’t answer them. At the end of the day, you were exhausted. Fast forward to the end of the week. That Friday night was brutal. 2 kids threw up that day. And you had to clean up one of their… messes. You could taste something strange in the pizza. You could tell that the cheese wasn’t cooked all the way through. When you finally got your first paycheck, you were happy.

You read the amount of money addressed to you. It was the most money you had ever earned in your life. You proudly took your check home. The kids on the bus picking on you felt like nothing. The next day, you used a good portion of the money to buy animatronic parts. You had designed miniature versions of these for years. And now you were building a really large one. As weeks went by, you kept building and building until the animatronic was as large as the Freddy costume.

One day, you tell Henry about your plan and idea. Even if he said no, you’d have a full-sized robot for yourself. He didn’t understand what you were talking about so he gave you a spare costume to take home. He reminded you that they were 100 dollars. It doesn’t sound like a lot but in 1979, that was worth over 330 dollars. Your animatronic was probably worth more. You brought home the costume. The kids on the bus called you a furry but you didn’t mind.

When you got home, you cut up the costume. You were that confident in your idea - confident enough to cut up a costume worth hundreds. You put the pieces around each limb or body part of the bare robot. It was almost 7 feet tall and pretty large. A person could fit inside if it wasn’t for the robotic parts. Your eyes lit up when you saw Freddy Fazbear built fully for the first time. It was an amazing creation. It towered over you.

You had spent so much time and effort into it. It had been a month since you started - and here you were, seeing it come to life. You just hoped that it would function properly. You plugged it into the wall and let the motors charge up. Your mom walked home and you came outside your room to greet her for once. She was looking as distressed as usual. But at least she was sober. You were smiling.

“What are you so happy about?” she asked.

“Mom, you gotta come see this! You know those robotic parts I’ve been buying?”

“Instead of food?” she added. Deep down you wanted to jab at her by pointing out her drug addiction and how we would have food if she got off her lazy ass and got a real job instead of pole-dancing or sleeping around with random guys. But you were just happy enough to put that aside. She followed you to your room and saw the masterpiece. “Oh wow…” she said.

She looked at the large anthropomorphic bear. It’s head was down, beaming it’s eyes at her. The only pieces of robotic parts showing were between parts of the arm - where joints would be in a human arm. It was dark brown with a light brown stomach and jaw. It held a prop microphone.

“I’m gonna see if this works,” you told her. You pressed a button on the neck and watch it activate. It had come to life. The bear’s head moved up. You hadn’t put in a voice card yet but just seeing it’s jaw move up and down while flailing its arms was impressive. Somewhere in your mind, you knew this thing was pretty frail. But at that moment, you had watched your creation come to life. It was a human sized animatronic. You had never seen anything like it. You wanted to show everyone… but you had no one in your life. You look at your list of contacts on a slip of paper right by the phone. You dialed Henry’s number and he picked up.

“Hello?” he said into the phone. His voice was deep. You could hear the television of his household in the background.

“Henry, you there?” you ask.

“Yeah, who is this?” you tell him your name before inviting him over.

“I’m telling you, you GOTTA come see this! It’s brilliant!” You give him your address and start cleaning up the house. You put Freddy on wheels and unplugged him. You then plugged him into a new wall. He started to move again. You had forgotten to press the button on his neck. His jaw and inner-parts moving around made metallic moving sounds. Freddy’s torso moved as he danced around in your living room. It was difficult to do but you finally manage to shut him off. Not too long later, Henry pulled up to the driveway in his Camaro.

“What did you wanna show me? A-” before he could say whatever he was about to say next, he saw the animatronic. He saw his character as a robot for the first time. “So this… is some sort of robot, you said?”

“Yep,” you said proudly. You plugged him back into the wall and clicked the button on his neck. He began to dance around again. Henry watched in amazement. His eyes lit up and his jaw dropped. It was perfect.

“Who made this?” he asked. He was smiling now. This was the first time you had ever seen him smile.

“I did,”

“All by yourself, no company, no team, just you,”

“Yeah. I’m skilled in robotics,” you told him proudly.

“Can he speak?”

“Actually, I was waiting for the audio card - like the CD or tape used in the stereo, I’ll be able to insert that piece by tonight. So can we bring it into the restaurant once that’s done??”

“Of course!” He laughed as the robot took a bow. It was truly a masterpiece. He still couldn’t get over the fact that you - a high school student - built a robot all by yourself. Usually, the show was mascots dancing and pretending to speak as a stereo in the background played audio. If you modified the order of movement by rearranging wires, you could synchronize his movements with the performances. This would be the hardest part. You had to match his voice to the mouth moving. It was frustrating. You almost quit completely.

But a week later, you had perfected it. You called Henry once again. You and him loaded it in his car and drove it to Freddy Fazbear’s. Luckily that day was a Sunday - a day where Freddy Fabear’s Pizza is not open. You set it up in the closed location. The next day, you remember watching as the kids looked at the robot. No one in the 1970’s had seen anything like this before. Henry joined you on the stage with a microphone and made an announcement.

“Hello everyone, thank you all for coming to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza today. I am proud to announce that we now have an electronic-”

“Animatronic!” you correct him in a hushed whisper.

“Animatronic... version of Freddy Fazbear! Be sure to keep your distance, he might be pretty fragile. This is something new we’re trying. If you have any concerns, complaints, or questions, ask this guy,” he tousled your hair as you smiled. “The first show of the day will begin in 5 minutes,” The purple curtains swung down to cover the stage. You and Henry walked back into the employees room.

“So what’s going on? We got a robot Freddy now or something?” Jared asked.

“Yeah,” Henry said, “though there’s some stupid forms I need to fill out, so if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go to my office. I’ll come out when the show starts,”. Henry walked into his office and closed the door.

“Why do we have a robot Freddy now? Where did that come from,” Jenny asked.

“I built it,” you told them.

“Why? Did they make you build that thing?”

“No, I did it on my own,”

“What do you mean you did it on your own?” Jared asked.

“Well I heard someone in here wishing that mascots could be controlled by technology like everything else these days. And I’m advanced in robotics,”

“So you built that thing, no company, no nothing?”

“Yeah. I was bored anyway,”

“Shit man. You could’ve built anything - you could’ve made a robot to do anything - but you build Freddy? Jeez kid. Waste of talent,” Jared said. He then left to go open the prize counter. Jared didn’t appreciate your work, but at least Marv did. He walked into the room and came up to you.

“Thanks so much, kid. You put me out of misery. Now I can go back to being a waiter like you.” You smiled. You walked over to the tables to watch your masterpiece. The purple curtains lifted up. And there it was - the robot you built. Freddy’s jaw moved perfectly in sync with the audio and his body moved quite fluently to this music.

The children were loving it. Children always appreciated your work the most. Whether it was something you built or a mascot costume you were wearing, they seemed to take a liking to everything you did. While sitting down at a booth, there were parents who requested to talk to you about the machine. You didn’t originally expect to get parents asking you questions when Henry invited them to do so.

“Are you really qualified to answer questions about the animatronic or did he just give you attention?” one parent asked.

“I built it,” Everyone had the same reaction each time you discussed it with someone. Parents asked if it was safe, how you made it, why this was added to the restaurant, and if the other characters were getting animatronics made of themselves. You didn’t think about that. You didn’t know if Bonnie, Chica, or Foxy the Pirate Fox were getting robot versions of themselves. You liked building Freddy. Everyone’s reactions to your creation fueled you. The idea of making more couldn’t leave your mind.

In the middle of the day, however, Jenny came up to you and told you there was a problem. You went with her to observe Freddy. He was moving slower. You immediately knew what was going on. You told her to quickly get some cold water. Preferably in a spray bottle. You told Jared to swing down the purple curtains and cancel the show. He told you he was too lazy. You decided to go on the stage mid-show. You opened up Freddy’s zippered back. You could feel the heat.

The metal endoskeleton was overheating. You touched it anyway and it burned your hand. Jenny gave you a spray bottle from the janitor’s closet. It was filled with cold water. You weren’t scared of motherboards or gears being friend by the spray bottle. Everyone else was though. You sprayed the endoskeleton down with cold water and used a towel Jenny had in her hand to dry it off. You waited behind Freddy. After one more minute, the purple curtains swung down.

Luckily, by the time the curtains went back up and the show started again, Freddy was back to normal. You told Henry that someone would have to spray it’s endoskeleton after each show. He told you that you would probably have to do it. But then Marv offered since your creation had replaced him. He agreed to do it as long as Henry paid him the same amount of money that a mascot would get paid rather than what he was going to be getting paid as a waiter. Henry agreed.

During your lunch break, you wanted to earn more toys. You played more arcade games and had a blast in doing so. And when it was time to go, you patted Freddy goodnight. You had to put up with bullshit from the kids on the bus again. You could handle all the other days but this day really got to you. What they were saying had all built up. After everything good in the day, they were there to knock you down.

Your insecurities started to appear on the inside when they started joking about your father - who had been dead for many years. You started having bad thoughts about them. You imagined how great it would be to stab one of them just to get them to shut up. They would never see it coming. You were bigger than all 3 of them. You could’ve successfully kicked their asses that one day if they didn’t team up on you. You weren’t even expecting the other two to intervene.

But if you knew they were coming at you, you would’ve had a good chance. Unfortunately, they knew you. They had been classmates of yours since grade school. But you didn’t know whether they were talking about your biological father - the one you hadn’t ever gotten to know. Or Joe - your stepdad when you were 13 who died when you were 15. He was shot at by members of a rival gang. This made you think more.

Joe was the best thing that happened to you in those years. You thought about how proud he would’ve been if he were here. He would’ve been amazed at your animatronic building. He would’ve helped you teach these punks a lesson. But you were all on your own. No runt who your mother could bring home could ever be as great as Joe was. You looked out the window as you started to wonder why your life had to be like this. Sure, everyone loving the animatronic was great.

But riding the bus home those days was easy because the bullies didn’t mention your dad… or previous stepdad. Still undetermined. You wish you lived in a normal life with a normal family. When they finally got off the bus, you tripped the last one on his way out. He fell hard against the concrete. Before he or his two friends could react, you pressed the button that closed the door. And off went the bus. That made you feel good.

Seeing someone who caused you pain in pain was thrilling to watch. It was so enjoyable. You loved watching things get what they deserved. But you wanted more. You thought about what a fight would be like the next day - if they would fight you. You wondered if they’d bring knives. The next day went as usual. There were more children than the previous days though. Everyone was watching Freddy. Even the parents were curious.

You were the first one to do something like this - other than Disneyland. But outside of that, there was nothing else. And even then, they had a corporation with tons of money. You were working with the cheapest version of these metal pieces. Yet you still put together a masterpiece. A woman walked into the building and asked you where Henry Emily was. You directed her to Henry’s office. At the end of the day, everyone got their salary.

Jared’s eyes lit up as he read his. Jenny covered her mouth. You opened yours. You were extremely surprised to get that much money. People were asking how they earned that much money. Henry explained that they all had you to thank for this because your animatronic creation blew up and brought in a lot of business. Everyone thanked you. You walked to the bus station proudly. The bullies from before weren’t on the bus.

When you got back home, your mom was waiting for you. She took your paycheck to the bank. You reminded her to give you all the spare change back unlike last time where she took 15 dollars. She didn’t come back that night. That’s when you got a strange suspicion that she was using your money. The next morning, you saw her on the couch. You asked her for your change. She stuttered as she slowly told you that she was robbed again. You knew it was bullshit.

She was stealing your money. You saw two expensive joints and a new pack of cigarettes next to her - along with a syringe half-filled with liquid. You yelled at her that if she ever took your money again, you wouldn’t even let her pay for the house. Now you didn’t have any money at all. You called Henry and took a sick day because you didn’t want to go to work that day after what happened. Your mother stayed home all day.

“Don’t you have places to be?” you asked her half-angry.

“You make the money now, I don’t need a job,” she said.

“Bullshit. I’m not paying for this house,” she yelled at you but you didn’t care. The next day, you walked into work. Jared confronted you at the door.

“I thought you said you made the animatronics,”

“I did,”

“Well the boss says he did,” Jared handed you a newspaper.

“Small Diner Uses Robots For Entertainment!” read the headline, “A small diner here on Main Street called Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria has just replaced one of their mascots with a robot version. This version is an animatronic developed by Henry Emily, the manager, with the help of his employees. ‘There will be more soon. In a month, we’ll have ALL the mascots turned to animatronic. The future is here!’ Henry says”.

“Bull-fucking-shit,” you told Jared, “Where is he? I’m gonna talk to that motherfucker,” Jared laughed and followed you to Henry’s office. He was amused by the situation at hand. Henry was on the phone. You angrily went up to him and demanded to speak with him.

“Shhh, I’m on the phone!” the anger in you was boiling. He had taken credit for the machine you spent so much time and money on. You wished you could fight him - just like all the others. You wished you could punch him in the face or knock him out. Your hard work was for almost nothing - just a better pay. But you got no recognition or credit for it. If someone saw you on the newspaper, a 16 year old who built a robot, they would’ve offered you a better job than this one. You walked up to the phone and grabbed it from his hand. You put it back down and hung up.

“And now you’re not,” you said. You put the newspaper in front of him. “What’s this?” he read where you pointed.

“I say I developed it because I don’t want people to think I’m having you kids make robots FOR me. And I don’t think you’d wanna handle the fame. You’re only 16. And then you’ll be offered a new job and get sucked in some contract,”

“Bullshit,” you told him, “and what about me building Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy? You said I would do that but you didn’t even know if I was going to or not,”

“That was my trap. Now you have to build them. The whole world is watching and waiting for these new robots so now you HAVE to build them. Or else I could fire you. This is your first job. When you’re fired from your first job, you’re unemployable. I’ll write you a check to pay for the parts and you will have the new robots to me in one month,” you uttered out random syllables in disbelief.

“You fucking-” you couldn’t describe exactly what he had done to you. You wanted to hurt him. You wanted to scream at him that building a robot wasn’t as easy as 1 2 3. You wanted to scream at him that you were quitting but you knew that being fired from your first job would ruin your record. There was nothing you could do. When you saw his eyes light up the first time he gazed upon your creation, you got the impression that he was proud. He was paying you, thanking you, and had been nice every step of the way. He had almost been like a father figure.

He was a con artist. In the words of Vincent Vena Cava, ‘your champion had been a chump all along’. Henry was nothing more than a mean businessman. You took the check from him and went home. You didn’t even go to work for the next month. He never fired you though because he knew you. He knew you would have wanted to build the other 3 characters. He knew you were warming up to the idea somehow and he pinned it all down on you. He knew you would be spending the next few days building the animatronics.

On multiple occasions, you would receive mascot costumes in the mail - along with checks. You sadly took the money. You wondered how many others this man had conned in the past. While building those next two animatronics, you held resentment toward Henry. Meanwhile, there was a new predicament about to go down. One day, you were taking a break from building. You were indulging in your new hobby - playing with toys when you heard your mom walk in. She was with another guy. The guy looked at you.

“You didn’t tell me you had a kid,” he said. The man was about 6 inches taller than you. He wore a heavy brown coat. He was poorly shaven and young-looking.

“Yeah… and you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend,” you said to your mom.

“Whatever, you two can meet up later,” your mother looked at you and told you he’d be spending a few days here. The idiot openly admitted that he was using this place to hide from the cops. He went up to the refrigerator and grabbed a pizza slice like he lived here. Your mother told him to pick a room. Before you could object, he walked past your room. You knew what you’d have to confront if you told him no. Luckily he didn’t want to be in your room from all the metal pieces all over.

You didn’t trust this guy one bit. While you were slaving away building the animatronics, he’d go around the house drinking and smoking in his boxers. You wanted to kick him and your mother out because neither of them had jobs. You were making all of the payments and they were living off of you. That’s when you started to get that feeling again - the same one you had when those punks on the bus jumped you. You hated your life. You wanted to eliminate all the problems of your life.

Deep down, you wanted to kill them all. You wanted to kill Henry for taking credit for your work and putting you in such a horrible position. You wanted to kill the 3 kids from the bus who beat you up for breaking your toys. You wanted to beat up Jared and the new guy living with you guys for being assholes. All of these repressed feelings stayed bottled up for too long. You wish there was a person in your life to talk about it with but there as no one to help you.

You would soon come to learn that the guy’s name was Benjamin but he went by Ben. He would laugh at you each time he saw you playing with toys and he would often question why you were building robots. Now he was added to your list of people you wanted to smash into slivers. You didn’t entirely want to hurt your mother. You wanted her gone from your life but you understood the pain she was in. She had probably been depressed in high school and was persuaded into drugs. And after that, she was too addicted to hold together a stable life.

Everyone else in your life had no reason to be such a cunt. The kids on the bus were privileged and actually had friends. So was Jared. Henry was a wealthy businessman. Benjamin was some lowlife criminal who had robbed a store. You’d later come to find out that he knew your mother and needed a place to hide from the cops. And he had threatened to turn her in for drugs if she didn’t give him a place to stay. This made the rage inside boil up even more.

When you finally finished building the 3 animatronics, you gave Henry a call. He came to your house. Benjamin answered the door and told Henry to piss off. You got in front of Benjamin and told him that Henry was your boss. You and Henry watched the other 3 animatronics. The sound card on Foxy was slightly off. But other than that, all was well. On the drive there, you talked about how school would be starting soon but it didn’t matter. Henry didn’t seem to care. Now that he had your animatronics, he blew you off. He didn’t need anything from you.

He had milked you for all you were worth. He had used you like a paper towel. You could tell that you were back to being just some low-life employee like Jared. And Henry was never appreciated with you personally. He appreciated your work more than you. The animatronics were a success. The kids loved them. Marv now needed to spray all 3 of them. He was fine with this arrangement. He was getting paid more anyway.

One day while working, they had replaced Marv with Jared. You saw him over-spraying the endoskeleton of Foxy. You pulled his arm back and told him that was enough water. He shoved you and told you he would decide when it was enough. At the end of the day, Foxy was malfunctioning. You had to power him off and clean the endoskeleton. You went up to Jared in the employees only room and confronted him about it. He called your creations creepy as he slapped Freddy’s jaw. You slapped him…

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