It was your friends fifth birthday party. His brother (along with his brothers friends) all surrounded the boy and pushed him into Fredbear's mouth. You gasped and watched in horror. You were holding a Fredbear plush, you gripped it tightly and gagged.

"Oh my god.." You whisper, the plush you're holding looks up at you.

"Tomorrow is another day." It says, you drop it and squeak, backing off.