Part 1 : First Night
Prolouge
The building was on fire.
Alarms blared loudly, echoing through the halls of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza Place. Smoke filled the air, making it hard to see. Flames spread across the walls and ceiling, slowly tearing the place apart.
A man ran through the building, coughing as he pushed forward. His security badge swung from his neck as he searched through the burning rooms.
“Father!” he shouted.
No answer.
He kept moving until he saw something ahead.
A figure stood in the fire.
Tall. Still.
Watching him.
The man slowed down, staring.
“…Dad.”
The figure turned toward him.
A damaged rabbit animatronic stood there, dark green and worn down. One of its arms was missing, wires hanging out loosely. Its eyes flickered as it looked at him.
“Michael,” it said.
Michael took a step forward, his fists tightening.
“It has to end like this.”
The rabbit tilted its head slightly.
“You’ve chosen his side,” it replied.
Michael shook his head. “You’ve done enough. Just let them rest.”
The rabbit’s eyes flickered again.
“You don’t understand,” it said. “I can harness the power of life itself.”
Michael’s voice rose. “Those kids have suffered enough!”
The rabbit stepped closer.
“Do you ever think about that day?” it asked. “The day Evan died?”
Michael froze.
“Don’t.”
“You could bring him back,” the rabbit continued. “His soul is still here. Trapped in this building.”
Michael’s expression twisted with anger.
“You’re sick,” he said. “You don’t care about him. You never did.”
The rabbit’s voice sharpened.
“Everything I did was for you.”
Michael let out a bitter laugh. “For me? You call this for me?”
“If you weren’t so reckless—”
“Don’t blame me!”
The fire crackled around them as the building started to shake.
Michael suddenly rushed forward and shoved the rabbit hard against the wall.
“I hate you!” he shouted, hitting it again and again. “I hate you!”
The rabbit struggled back, grabbing Michael as they fought.
Debris started falling around them. The ceiling above began to crack.
Neither of them stopped.
Then—
A loud snap echoed through the building.
Michael looked up.
The ceiling collapsed.
Everything went dark.
—
Static.
—
“…you could bring him back…”
—
“…Michael…”
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“…I hate you…”
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The voices glitched and faded.
—
And then—
Nothing.
Part 1: First Night
He wakes up in an unfamiliar place. The room is vast—tables are stacked in a corner, and construction tape blocks the two-door entrance. He can’t remember anything before this moment. Who am I? He thinks to himself. He can’t move an inch; it’s as if he’s frozen in place, like a statue carved from stone. He tries to think or speak, but no words come out. Despite the confusion, he isn’t afraid—just lost.
Suddenly, he hears voices echoing down the hallway. “I think everything is just right, boss. The new animatronic was just loaded onto their stage,” one voice says.
New animatronic? he wonders. Are they talking about me?
The men appear, moving aside the tape. They speak into phones in their hands, seemingly unaware of his presence. It seems their boss must be somewhere else. One of the men says, “And if you’re asking, no—the other new animatronic isn’t ready yet. They shipped him out, but they ran into some traffic, so it’ll be a while. Yeah, we’ll see you soon.”
The other man walks over to the stage and speaks, “So, should we test it? I heard they have a new command system. The previous robotic company shut down, so might as well test the new one tech.”
The first man responds, “Sure. His command number is 7910.”
They turn to the stage. One of them says, “7910, introduce yourself.”
Suddenly, without control, a voice booms out: “Hello, I’m Freddy Fazbear, and welcome to Polar’s PizzaPalace.”
Confusion floods his mind. Is that my name?
The second man speaks, “Well, that was fast. Seems to be in proper working order.”
The first man replies, “Let’s go get a cheeseburger. It’s getting late—almost midnight.”
The first man then turns to Freddy and says, “7910, go into power mode.”
Suddenly, everything plunges into static. His mind and thoughts are swallowed by an overwhelming silence, leaving him in complete darkness.
Then he hears an unfamiliar voice. “Hey,” they called out. “Wake up.” His eyes begin to flutter open. They call out again, “Yo, sleep time is over.”
His vision clears, and he sees in front of himself a white bear—fluffy, wearing a top hat, holding a microphone. Pink eyes. The bear speaks in a young adult-like voice, “Hey man, you okay? You’ve been sleeping for a while. Took me some time to find your switch.”
Freddy stammers, “W-who are you?”
The white bear responds, “Well, I’m Polar. Pleasure to meet you. Your name’s Freddy, right?”
Freddy replies, confusion evident in his voice, “I guess.”
Polar nods, “You seem very down. Are you alright? I know it can be really confusing to wake up in a new place.”
Freddy says, “I just don’t know what’s happening. Who am I? What am I?”
Polar looks thoughtful. “Well, I know we entertain kids—that’s all I really know. You weren’t programmed to understand your purpose.”
Freddy asks, “Purpose?”
Polar responds, “Huh. Well, I guess you’ll have to figure that out on your own.” Then, an idea seems to light up in Polar’s eyes. “Hey, why don’t you check yourself in the mirror? You might get a good idea of who you are.”
Freddy hesitates for a moment. “Maybe,” he says quietly.
Freddy steps off the stage, and Polar offers, “Let me guide you.”
They are led down two hallways not far from the stage. The walls are painted in bright pink and vibrant purple. Along the corridors, there are many rooms labeled “Party 1” to “Party 20.” Finally, they reach the bathrooms.
Freddy walks into the men’s bathroom. He approaches the mirror and looks at his reflection. His face is decorated with an orange and white pattern, and he wears a top hat with a purple ribbon. His face looks like pieces pieced together, as if they were meant to be perfectly aligned.
As he stares, Polar knocks gently on the door. “Hey, any luck?” he asks.
Freddy replies, “Not much.”
Freddy walks out of the bathroom, looking disappointed. Polar speaks gently, “Hey, don’t worry. We’ll find your purpose sooner or later.”
Freddy lets out a sigh. “Well, I guess.”
Polar places a reassuring paw on Freddy’s shoulder. “Hey, buddy. We’re going to make those kids proud, no matter if you have amnesia or not. Freddy looks puzzled. “Amnesia? What do you mean? This isn’t the first time you’ve woken up.”
Polar nods somberly. “No, it’s not. I’ve woken up in another pizza place before—let’s just say it wasn’t pleasant.”
Freddy hesitates. “Huh. Well, I’m not going to pressure you to elaborate.”
Polar offers a small smile. “No worries. I might tell you more later.”
Polar and Freddy began to make their way down the dim hallway, their footsteps echoing softly against the brightly painted walls. Freddy’s mind was swirling with questions, lost in a maze of confusion. Sensing his distress, Polar glanced over and asked gently, “What are you thinking about, buddy?”
Freddy hesitated before answering, “I have this feeling... like there’s a huge gap missing in my memories.” His voice quivered with uncertainty.
Polar looked straight ahead, his expression serious. “I have no idea, man. My mind’s pretty clear. I don’t even remember the last time I woke up.”
Freddy’s brow furrowed as he began to stress, trying desperately to piece together his thoughts. “I—II̳̿͟͞I̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞i̳̿͟͞” His voice start to stutter in static.
Seeing his distress, Polar quickly grabbed Freddy by the shoulder, trying to ground him. “Dude, calm down. You’re going to break yourself,” he said urgently.
But Freddy’s anxiety overwhelmed him. His systems started to glitch, sparks flickering in his eyes. His movements became erratic, and suddenly, he malfunctioned, collapsing onto the floor with a heavy thud.
Polar was at his side in an instant, yelling desperately, “Freddy! Wake up! Freddy!” His voice was filled with worry as he shook the unresponsive animatronic. Freddy didn’t wake up.
