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The following story takes place in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, November 7, 1987. Five years before the events of the first story...


Two hours later...

"...and then I found 'P/S' written in marker on the backside." I told Jordan, Dylan, and Christian (who are my three best friends), while showing them the "Free dessert" paper I got recently from Freddy Fazbear.
"What do you think that means?" Chirstian asked the me.
"I think it means 'party Scott!'" Jordan joked. Dylan and Christian laughed at that (do immature children find EVERYTHING funny?)
"Hahaha," I laughed sarcastically, "very funny, Jordan. Guys I'm being serious about this, stuff like this doesn't just happen-"
"Here you go again, being a party poooper." Dylan interrupted.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You're always about being serious, doing the 'right thing,' and such. Can't you enjoy being 8?"
"I didn't graduate high school at 6 so I could go back to being immature like you three."
"Immature?" Jordan asked with a confused look on his face.
"Ugh... nevermind. Looks like I'll have to figure out something on my own, again." I turned around and started walking down the main hallway of the pizzeria looking downwards (I do that when I'm annoyed or angry). However, not realizing how short the hallway was, I accidentally bumped into the metal door on the other side. "Ow!" I yelped, looking upwards. I then stood there, staring at the door, mouth wide open as I had just realized that it had a sign on it that read "Parts and Service."


The three ran up to me while I was still staring at the door. "Scott, did you become a statue?!" Dylan jokingly asked.
"I think I just found out what P/S means." I responded. I pushed open the door, and stared into the darkness of the room. "Woah." Jordan tried to whisper.
"That's really creepy... lets go inside!" Dylan said excitedly.
"Are you kidding me?! I don't know whats in there, and neither do you! Besides, I... uh... have a fear of the dark." I answered, not willing to go into the room. I heard Dylan whisper something. "What did you say?"
"Oh, nothing." He answered.
"No, tell me what you said, now." I snapped.
"Mr. Party Pooper!" Dylan snapped back. He then repeated those words in a taunting song. Christian along with Jordan joined in. I couldn't take it anymore.
"CAN YOU GUYS BE QUIET FOR FIVE MINUTES!!!" I shouted. Thankfully, the animatronics were distracting both the other children and the employees, so no one heard. The three gave a surprised look on their faces.
"Scott, you're a kid like us, not an adult," Jordan said calmly, "can't you just enjoy life while you can and go into that room?"


I really did want to go into that room, my curiosity overflowed me, I wanted to shove Dylan's words into his mouth, but I had a bad feeling about that room (even though it didn't have an 'Employees only' sign). "I... I just can't." I replied back.
"Okay then... NOW!" Jordan shouted. Before I had time to react, Dylan and Christian had grabbed my arms. They then dragged me into the Parts and Service room while I was struggling.
"Let me go!" I ordered.
"Okay." Dylan said with a smirk on his face. He, along with Christian, threw me further into the room, and while I was getting up, they had shut the door, and left me in darkness. I could hear them laughing.
"This isn't funny, let me out!" I shouted.
"Not until you stop being a party pooper!" Christian replied back.
"Okay, fine, I'll stop being a party pooper, now let me out."
"Hmm... nah, this is just too funny!"
"Ergh..." I then remembered I had a miniture flashlight in my pocket, it was normally something I only had when I was at my house (since I get a lot of blackouts), but I guess I accidentally brought it to the pizzeria. I found it in my right jacket pocket and shined the light into the room. The brightness had caught me off guard, but after a couple of seconds my vision adjusted to it. I looked around and saw the animatronics that were on stage... however these were different versions. These ones appeared to be bigger, dismantled, and were covered with dark spots. "Guys, please let me out! PLEASE!" I heard the door click. I shined the light towards the door, rushed to it, and pounded my fist on it.
"This is for what happened in 1985." Christian said, in a much more serious voice.
"No... no please Christian, it was an accident, I swear!"
"And so was this..." He then began to walk away from the door, however, I only heard his footsteps, so I can only assume that Dylan and Jordan left shortly before without me noticing. Meaning this was personal business.
I pounded on the door even harder, and cried out for help. "HEEEEEELLLP MEEEEEE!!! PLEEEEEASE!!!" I started to sob as I cried out for help even more, soon my shouts became nothing more than a couple of moans. "Please... help me..."




After maybe about three, four hours, I began to go hungry. I looked at the door hopelessly. "I'm never going to get out of here." I moaned to myself. As if that wasn't bad enough, on the other side, I could here someone announce that the pizzeria was closing in under fifteen minutes. I didn't want to be locked in the pizzeria, so I went up to the metal door and once again pounded on it. "HEEEY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! HELP ME!" I shouted.
It was pointless, no one was going to here me. If that wasn't bad enough, my flashlight suddenly ran out of power. I was left in the dark with the dismantled animatronics. I was about to cry again, but then a red, glowing dot appeared. I then went from sad to terrifyed. Now I REALLY needed to get out of here. "HELP! PLEASE! THIS THING'S GONNA KILL ME!!!"
Of course, no one heard, however, I looked back and saw that nothing had happened. I went over to broken animatronic with the glowing red dot. I examined it and saw that it was a more bigger, purple-ish version of Bonnie. He was missing his entire front face, an arm, a hand, a foot, and was covered with holes and dark spots. The red dot was coming from his endoskeleton, which relieved me, knowing that it was just somehow working, but not moving.






After another few hours, I not only began to feel more hungry, but sleepy as well. I didn't really want to go to sleep though, since I was afraid of what could possibly happen to me when I woke up, but the tiredness consumed me. I decided that hopefully a janitor or a security guard might come through the Parts and Service and find me while I'm sleeping, so I looked for a spot to rest. The only spot I found though was a small part of the room which contained some broken arcade machines. After lying down on the cold, tile floor, I feel asleep.






When I woke up, I noticed straight away that Bonnie's red eye was inactive, and the Parts and Service door was open. I slowly got up, and walked outside the room, the smell of pizza had entered my nostrils immediately as I entered the hallway. I remembered suddenly that I was hungry. I looked down my right and saw the hallway leading to the four party rooms of the pizzeria and an office at the opposite end. Normally, I wouldn't do this kind of thing, but seeing as no one was nearby, and I didn't want to starve myself, I went into each party room looking for a slice of leftover pizza.

I didn't find any pizza in the party rooms, however, I decided to check the office for anything, and believe it or not, there was an entire pizza sitting on the office chair. I picked it up and started eating away at the delicious, cheesy pizza. When I was about a quarter done, I heard a noise that startled me. It sounded like metal footsteps. I grabbed out my flashlight, but I remembered that it was out of batteries. "Crud." I muttered to myself.

I looked around for another source of light, and found another flashlight near an open air vent to the left of the desk. I thought it was a way out, but I remember seeing an open air vent being blocked by an employee while I was in Party Room 1, which was most likely where that led to. I shined the new flashlight down the hallway, and saw nothing. Then I heard the metal footsteps again. However, when I was about to go to Party Room 2 (which is where I believe I heard the footsteps), the flashlight died. "Oh come on." I moaned. I hit the flashlight a couple of times, hoping it would work again. After about a minute, it worked. I looked down the hall again and my heart skipped a beat. I was back to being terrified. There appeared to be a dismantled version of the fox in which I didn't notice before. He was of course covered in holes and dark spots, however, he was red and was wearing brown pants, and had an eyepatch and a hook. He was obviously a pirate. The flashlight died again. "Stupid thing, work! Please..." I then heard the footsteps again, however at much more faster pace. Then from the darkness without a moment to react, the fox had lunged himself at me...

Continue on in Part 3