It's been about a week since my little... "encounter" with that lost child. Scott came back like he said he would, he also said he'd start being some form of "employee instructor" or something like that. Seems like a pretty neat job, he's got his work cut out for him with the recent influx of new employees. Fazbear Entertainment opened their first "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza" a couple of days ago, and the grand opening is today. I've been getting used to those spring lock animatronics, I learned that I feel much... safer in Spring Bonnie. Wearing Fredbear is a lot more risky, considering how much heavier the suit is. The reason that's an issue is because of an interesting thing that Scott told me: "Remember, John, be VERY careful with the spring lock suits. No, not because they're expensive or fragile, the spring locks are very, very sensitive. If you breathe wrong, you could easily trigger them." He then went on to tell me that triggering those spring locks forces the animatronic parts to go back into place, and basically puncture every organ in an unfortunate person's body. Somehow, though, Spring Bonnie doesn't have the same looming threat of death as Fredbear. Anyway, I work there now, as there wasn't really much to do on the Fredbear & Friends set. It's a pretty simple gig, I work as a technician. I mean, of course I do. Technicality is my specialty. What I mainly do here is help some of my coworkers into the spring lock animatronics and tinker with those same animatronics. Today, though, a newer employee, Eric, has been getting on my nerves. He's done everything in his power to annoy me, and it's about to push me over the brink. Speak of the devil, Eric enters the safe room I'm currently working on Spring Bonnie in. "Hey, Johnny. What're you doing?" Eric asks me, in that annoying tone I can't quite place. I hate being called Johnny. "I'm just working on an animatronic right now. Sorry, could you please leave? This is very, very precise work." "Why?" "If I slip up, even slightly, the person wearing this suit could die." "Why?" "Could you just... please leave? I'd like to be alone right now." "Okay, jeez, you don't need to be a jerk about it." I hate that guy. He has the gall to call ME a jerk? After all of the stupid things he's done to unknowingly sabotage my work, and his stupid, relentless questioning? That does it. I know he's got a shift today at 6 PM, and I know that he exclusively was chosen to wear Fredbear. I'll show him just how dangerous these suits are. I've done it. I sabotaged the spring locks in Fredbear's right arm. Now, when Eric gets on the stage and waves to the audience, the locks will break loose, and, well, he'll be out of the picture. Now to just wait until 6. Ah, yes. The clock finally reads 6:00 PM. I saunter over to the restaurant's show stage after grabbing a quick slice of ridiculously cheesy pizza. As I sit in the back row and eat the slice, 10 kids parade in out of nowhere, all wearing party hats. They all seem to be talking to a certain one of the kids, a brown-haired boy wearing a black t-shirt with grey stripes and blue shorts. Of course, they all can't really talk that much due to them all looking to be around 4 years old, but that's why a chaperone seems to have gone along with them. This chaperone... ins't a typical one, though. While he is more tan than the birthday boy, and has somewhat darker hair, it's obvious he's the kid's brother. He looks to be a preteen or an early teen, it isn't really too easy to tell. As they all get seated, Fredbear - or Eric - walks up onto the stage, to the glee of the party-goers, and presumably the boredom of the chaperone. As he's about to do his typical greeting, he lifts his arm to wave to his small audience. I heard a small click, followed by several of the same clicks, creating a bubble-wrap-popping kind of noise. Eric gasps. There is a loud cracking noise, and Eric screams as his body contorts in an inhuman fashion. Blood spills from his mouth, and he drops to his knees, still facing the horrified audience. I fake that same horror, while discretely finishing the slice. There is a strange creaking noise, and Fredbear's torso burts open, revealing Eric's blood-soaked shirt. Oh, yes, I forgot to mention. I may have pulled the torso's spring locks back a lot more than all of the others, to really give the horrific sight a grand finale. Several crossbeams jut through Eric's rib cage and stomach, and one particularly sharp one pierces his chest from the back, ripping out and exposing a blood-spewing portion of his heart to the horrified birthday party, and spraying the birthday boy with the former employee's blood and viscera. Oh me, oh my, what a day.

