ArtInferno28

*You are pretending you are this person. Please understand the reader will feel as if they are that character. Thank you :)* I remembered the old days, the days that were simple, and the days that were easy. Now, life has changed. I can't figure out who I am for the life of me. Am I a girl? Tomboy? Boy? It doesn't matter now, nobody would notice if I figured myself out anyways. I sighed, looking back at the one moment I could cherish. The day where Freddy Fazbear was my first friend, and probably my last. When the days are cold And the cards all fold And the saints we see Are all made of gold *flashback* "Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria?" I look

It seemed like ages ago when I last visited the famous "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." The memory seemed so close, yet so far that I couldn't put my finger on it until I remembered that single cherished memory from long ago... *flashback* It was finally the day I was ten years old! All I ever wanted to do was see the popular Fazbear Gang! Unfortunately, my parents didn't have the money to take me there. One lucky day, though, was the day good news came upon our doorstep. "Guess what dear?" Mom said, smiling at me with an envelope in her hand. She seemed happier than usual, that must be a good sign. "What is it momma? Did something good happe

This story occurs after the bite of '87. This was requested by woods015 (https://www.deviantart.com/woods015) whom read my first Foxy x Chica story (if you haven't checked it out, please do). Sorry if this took forever to put together but I want this story to be a really good story. Enjoy! The bite of '87 used to be though of as a myth. But seeing the regular business at Freddy's Pizzeria told me otherwise. I thought Foxy was the good guy to the story, the savior I guess you could say. He was my everything... until he was shut down. Heart beats fast Colors and promises. I never would of thought that they would of left him to rot all alone in his cove, but I suppose it's for t