~Jack

"So, what do we do?" I walked around a bit and kicked over a stray party hat that was lying on the floor. I felt like a caged animal, anxious and impatient. None of the animatronics dared to say a word. "I guess we should give you a proper tour of the place." Freddy jerked a thumb in the direction of the office. I braced myself for what I might see, then pursued after him and the others. We walked through the office and into the storage room. "Purple guy already told you that we died here, right?" Bonnie asked quietly. I nodded as I stared at the dried blood stain on the black carpet. "He never mentioned Sky, did he?" Foxy sighed in disappointment. Again I nodded, unsure if I should speak or not. They took me back further into the room. Sitting slumped in the corner of the room was a Golden Freddy suit. "Sky?" Chica said tentatively. "Who's there?" A young girl's voice answered back. "It's me." She added. "Sky was an innocent girl who came here at the wrong time. She heard screaming and she saw him standing over my body with a knife embedded in my chest. She tried to run, but he caught her before she could leave, strangled her and put her in the suit that was supposed to be the mascot uniform. They never found her body, so she's still is stuck in that suit. For some reason, she always says 'It's me'." Freddy gently patted the suit's shoulder. "There's also the bite." Foxy began, then paused. His eyes were trained on the ground, not meeting my eyes as he continued. "June twenty-sixth, seven years after we died, Mike, Frank's twin brother came here to celebrate his birthday and to remember us I guess. He came over to Pirate Cove by himself without anyone knowing where he went. As soon as I saw him...I don't know what happened, but I felt uncontrollable rage and my vision turned scarlet red. By the time everything cleared up, Mike...." Foxy shook his head in shame. "He was lying on the floor, blood pooling around his head. Part of his brain was missing and I had blood...his blood, on my hook and my teeth. Afterwards, I was taken away to the back of Pirate Cove behind the curtains, deemed out of order." "Why do you run?" I inquired, intrigued by hearing their side of the story. "Because that was the last thing I did before I died. I was chased throughout the room until I guess I tripped and he slit my throat." He shivered at the repressed memories that bubbled up to the surface. "I fought him before he killed me." Bonnie growled softly. "I had a cupcake in my hands whenever he took me to storage, so I tend to hang out in the kitchen by myself." Chica admitted. "I was the last one. I had managed to hide for a while and to try to calm down, I sang the Fazbear theme song." Freddy whispered. "Why haven't the police found your bodies yet? I mean, isn't five kids getting murdered worth an investigation?" I queried. The animatronics exchanged glances with one another. "This place was shut down after the bite, but people still came here anyway. The cops thought that they found the killer and arrested him, but really it was someone purple guy bribed." Bonnie stated bitterly. "How old are you guys?" I inquired gently. "We're all seven." Foxy replied hesitantly. I felt my heart ache in my chest. They were too young to have to go through this. I opened my mouth to ask another question, but I was cut off by Mark breathing heavily and leaning against the doorframe. "Found it." He finally announced after he got his breath back. His hair was matted to his forehead with sweat. Without another word, he jogged off. "I'm going to fix this. I'm going to fix everything." I promised them as I chased after Mark.