It was early evening, and the sun’s warm glow shone onto the small city. Nothing special, it was like that almost every day.
But it actually was special. There was a party, a birthday party taking place that day.
Where? At an old building, containing the coveted Fredbear’s Family Diner. Coveted, by children.
The ultimate place for a party.
They had pizza, cake, games….but something even more special.
A bear and a rabbit.
Not real ones, but robotic ones.
Golden robotic ones.
But the children never saw them as that. There was a bunny, and a bear.
And what kid doesn't want that?
Inside the building, the loud clamors of children could be heard. They all demanded something...cake.
Now cake from human workers isn't what they wanted.
They wanted one of their friends to give them cake.
And with that request pounded over and over into the ears of the workers, Fredbear made an appearance.
And he was to give them cake.
The large golden bear, whose title was so appropriately that of Fredbear, went to one table, placing pieces of cake in front of the children. But the shouting didn't stop. All the children kept demanding cake, and Fredbear raced to each one.
His human workers raced as well, to reload him with cake. But the shouting just kept going. Even as SpringBonnie, the large golden rabbit was also reloaded with cake, the shouting continued.
It was almost as if the children just enjoyed seeing the large robots move around - and they had no other way to witness such a thing unless they demanded something.
That’s where the cake came in.
There was one boy, who was not shouting. He was not demanding cake, he was wishing and begging to even be let inside.
He did not know what happened, but somehow, he was separated from his parents. He just walked tirelessly until he arrived here, at the Diner.
Somewhere he knew he’d be safe.
Somewhere he’d been a million times before.
He stood outside the Diner, just wanting to be let in.
But the door was locked; for the private party.
And no one could hear him as he sobbed, feeling more lonely and fearful than ever. “S–somebody?” he called out, lifting one of his small, shaky hands, and pounding it three times against the