"Where is she at?!" A woman in her early 40's growled. Both her and her husband were inside the pizzeria talking to the owner, complaining that their daughter is still here and not where she belongs. "I'm sorry madam, but I haven't seen your daughter ever since the day she first came to work here." Scott told her in a calm manner. "Well whenever you find her, send her home immediately." A man in his late 40's tells Scott and they both leave without another word. Thank god they don't know that I just lied. I need to go let her know that they left.

-November 10, 1987-

I remember being a little girl happy as can be. I used to go to Fredbears Family Diner but something happened, so they got shut down. Once Freddy's Pizzeria opened, I went back meeting the new animatronics, Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy. All great fellas I tell yah. They were all so very sweet to me.

Chica and I would always pretend like we are making pizza together with the other children that came along. I would always sing with Freddy, singing the songs we love by heart. When it came to Foxy, we would always act out as if we were all; including the other kids, sailing the seven seas! 'Yar har Maties!' Is what we would all say alone with Foxy. That was a blast.

It would be so much fun, but last but not lease Bonnie. I would play with him and have guitar lessons and play tunes of songs we loved to listen to or any calming tune that could put anyone to sleep. I played with him last because he is special to me. Something about him is different from the rest.

Bonnie made me feel like I was safe around him. I'm not sure why but he just did. Bonnie is very passionate and very sweet; loving, heartwarming person. Him and I get a long very well to the point it would be hard to separate us. He means that much to me, that if you were to take him away from me for good, I would scream so loud to the point that I might break your ear drums. There is so much more I could say about him but most are just hard to explain. He has and always will be my favorite one.

-August 11, 2002- (Today)

At home sitting on my window step, looking at the outside world. Why haven't they came yet? Most of the time, my parents would always come in and tell me to do something. This is really scaring me. Did they forget about me? I doubt it but I don't want them around anymore.

I then almost jumped out of my skin, "(y/n), what do you think your doing?!" My father yelled. I didn't answer because I was that scared to but knew what was gonna happen next since I didn't answer. He came walking up to me and grabbed me by the hair, pulling me down off the ledge of the window step. My back hit the ground hard and apparently on something with a sharp point. I silently cried in pain; biting my tongue to prevent noise from coming out.

"You need to stop being so worthless, you little shit!" My father growled at me while stabbing something into my right arm. I had tears coming down from my eyes but not making any noise for it may cause him to go further. He then grabs a hold of my neck and squeezes very hard. I was cutting it close to losing my sight, but he, instead of let go calmly, he threw me across the room. Once done so, mother comes in and closes the door locking it. Leave them both within the same room as me, and it also looked like she had something in her hands but I couldn't see at the moment. I'm so dead.

Dad grabbed me again by the neck once more and he puts me laying on the bed with my back down. He holds me there. Mom comes over and hands him... CHAINS?! I start to freak out more and try to get lose out of his grip. "Now now sweets, trying to make things harder isn't gonna do you no good." Mom spoke maleficently. Not having the best of luck cause dad just squeeze harder and harder the more I move. Soon they get the chains on me and I can't more; not even an inch.

"Having fun there darling?" Dad smirked evily. All I did was muffled cause something was in my mouth and I couldn't get it out at all.

He grabbed a knife and walked up to me and pointed it right at my neck. The tip touching my flesh. I wanted to scream, I wanted to get away from them, but I couldn't. I couldn't do anything because of them. I couldn't get away, even if I tried. I just wanted them to stop.

I then felt a stinging sensation go through my left leg. I screamed silently. The pain was bearable but it hurt like hell. He went and did another cut in my left leg.

This went on for another hour before they left me alone. I cried all through it and I was in so much pain. I had small cuts on my arms, a two inch cut in my shoulder some small cuts on my right leg and a small cut on my cheek. They left me in the chains. I couldn't do this anymore. I want to leave this house but I couldn't, not even if I tried. I've kept away from human contact because of this and I've learned to keep to myself. I've lost trust and hope.

I have build up a wall around me to keep from others getting to me and hurting me even more. I just wish this would all end. I don't want to be here anymore.

I cried myself to sleep.