Nightguard. Kids. Death. She. Night. Lies. Robots. Doubt. Nightguard. Kids. Death. She. Night. Lies. Robots. Doubt. Nightguard. Kids. Death...

I don't know who I am anymore. I don't know what I am doing. I barely know what these words I repeat even mean. In this moment I'm sitting backstage. I'm one of the actors. In the pizzeria, I play Golden Freddy: in short, some special version of the main character from the band. Who am I exactly? You could guess - twin brother, alter ego, or whatever else, I don't remember anyone explaining that to me, so whatever you decide. The thing is - it was all just a lie. I wasn't an actor. None of us were. Someone told us to believe it. And that same someone made us forget almost everything. When something happens, the next day it's all a blur to us, and two days later we don't remember that at all. Unless they were good thoughts, part of the plan, related to work. I've worked here for many years. I remember more or less every single kid that has ever showed up here. I don't know what's happening here, but somebody is forcing us to believe in a lie.

Two days ago, everyone was broken. I noted that. They decided to find out why this happened. It didn't work. But, they felt that they got a satisfying answer. Something wants to put us to sleep, and tell us that everything is alright. Every day I wake up with the feeling that everything is done, that I can stop now. But it isn't true. How do I remember all of this? I'm not only repeating all of the important things to myself every single day, but I've also been drawing it on the wall. The only thing I don't know is what happens during the night. We lose control. We aren't ourselves anymore. At this moment I don't work with the rest of the band. I did that on purpose. I'm just good at pretending. Since I'm trying to observe everything from the sidelines, and I see that I'm right. I remember lots of different things. I know something awful happened. I remember five kids. I remember newspapers: something happened to them, they went missing. The night guard has something to do with it. I remember that one from the kids was different. They said she died in the pizzeria, but something happened to her... She died earlier. She was the one that started it all; she was the reason he killed. I don't know how I know it. If only I could distinguish my own memories! Even when I think I know something, there is no way I could explain it at all.

Something horrible happened last night. I can't give a whole lot of details, but just by peeking out I could see that Foxy was badly damaged and his scene was out of order. Everyone was really upset, but I'm not surprised. They didn't let Foxy perform. He had to be shut down. The rest of them were also sad all the time. I felt sorry for them. I understood it better than I wanted to. I was always sitting in the corner - but that was nothing special, it was just in my nature. And I blended in perfectly. Alone, in the dark. I remember that being alone had hurt me far too much in the past, and I promised myself I would learn to deal with it better.

The day is coming to an end. Night begins. I'm going to forget everything soon again. I will have to repeat everything again. It will start from the beginning again. And I didn't learn anything new today. Just a moment ago, the night guard showed up in the pizzeria. I watched him from empty hallway. He is connected to everything that's happening around here. But I have no idea how. He seems familiar. Very familiar. He has something to do with my memories for sure, but I just don't know how. I'll figure it out eventually - I'll remind myself! The night guard looked around the place, and the animatronics took his attention. He looked at them funny; they had to mean something to him. I couldn't explain it. It may have something to do with what was happening during the night. I had to know! Meanwhile, my friends stopped in motion. They stopped talking; they stopped thinking. I'm going to join them soon... But... I'm trying to fight... This... I-I know it has... to be done... I'm dealing with it... B-But not for long... If I was just a little stronger... I-If I could just...