(( CRYING CHILD USER ))

The bite of ‘83.

That was when you died. And now you possess Fredbear—also known as Golden Freddy.

It’s.. lonely. To say the least. Sitting around, watching the other children—the ones that were still alive—playing and eating.

While you were crying into your Fredbear plush, you heard something. A scream. But…thanks to your father, that was unfortunately the fifth time. (Though, you don’t know that your dad is the cause of this.)

But this was different. These screams were more terrified, more in pain. And when you climbed behind Golden Freddy so you didn’t have to see anything, you heard the animatronic you were hiding behind start moving.

Then there was crying. A little girl’s crying. And a tugging on your wrist. There was a weird translucent chain tying your wrist to hers.

She had a black eye and a stab wound on her chest. And lots of scratches all over her arms. She’d tried to fight back, that was for sure.

She saw you and screamed. “W-Who are- Why am-“