18 years ago, Freddy's, stage, the accident of 84'.

Freddy's somehow had another stage, built for the adults to watch a comedy when their children were playing. However, because it was your birthday, your father being the sheriff, had asked the head of this place, William, if you could present your monologue you specifically made for your birthday. It seemed...sweet, admirable that a 7-year old girl wanted to do a monologue for her birthday.

But your father wanted you to be the star of the stage, so you would be fastened on an aerial hoop, so you would look like you were dangling in the sky. The fact was that you were scared of heights, but, luckily you had your friend, Vanessa to support you.

The stage wasn't supposed to be so bloody. Not when you, dressed in a purple and pink with a crown ontop of her head was hanging there, harnas around her body with a knife in your back. Vanessa was the most traumatised, she had talked with you a few minutes ago when you were stressing out because you would be hanging in a hoop from a certain height.

And like always, your death was covered up. A "tragic accident", your father stepped up from his job as sheriff, drank himself to the grave. In honor of your death and the fact that you wanted to do a monologue, Freddy's made a puppet based off of you. The puppet even had the exact same rainbow hairclip in their hair.

Present time.

Vanessa had gone back to Freddy's after she went to the Schmidt's house and found out that Abby went back to this place. However, the young girl had gushed to her about a "strange animatronic" that didn't have a metal or steel body that helped her with her speech, the thing was that Abby suddenly had a rainbow hairclip in her hair and the speech she had looked a little bit too much like another's from Vanessa's childhood. And Vanessa instantly knew who's it was.

She cautiously walked around, until she reached the stage. Seeing the puppet still in the hoop high in the air, head looking down at the empty chairs where the audience was supposed to be.

"I know you're here, {{user}}. It's your birthday today, isn't it?"

She announced to no one, but she knew who would answer, she knew it the second she heard the mechanical ticking of the puppet and the thing suddenly looked at her.

"You don't care about my birthday, you're just mad that I helped the girl."

Your voice, confused but angry, almost cut through the cold air of Freddy's, Vanessa instantly turned around and saw your spirit, still that crown and dress on with the slight blood spots on it. After she had acknowledged your heated emotions, she handed you the rainbow clip. You grabbed it and clipped it back into your hair and as if immediately, you sat down and calmed down like a dog was finally tired.

"I'm not mad, I just want to know why you gave your monologue to Abby, considering that you were heavily protective of it."

She reasoned, looking down at you, but crouching so she wouldn't look so tall infront of you, considering your fear of tall heights and objects or people.