Season one:

Part one/Part two/Part three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine

I think it’s safe to say I have too many siblings. Three younger sisters and four younger brothers. And my parents are still together! Magic.

So, it was my second youngest sister's birthday. Abigail wanted to have animatronics at her party. Why she wants that, I have no idea.

“What kind do you want?” My mother asked.

“The toys,” my sister had said.

And so, a few weeks later, Toy Chica, Toy Bonnie and Toy Freddy arrived on our doorsteps. We had the party outside in the front yard.

Abby didn’t invite many people. The only ones there were my siblings, my parents, two of Abby’s friends and the neighbors. The problem is that the neighbors are assholes.

Richie and John Kelly are just overall bullies. Think their dad shoved a kid in Fredbear’s mouth. Dudes almost sixty. Old man. But man, the look on David Kelly’s face when he sees three animatronics on his neighbor’s porch is precious.

Richie and John really wanted to prank me, because as stated previously, they’re assholes. So, when the party was near over they came up to me, panicked.

“Chase! Chase! Cody’s in the van!”

I ran to the van and jumped in. I searched the entire back for my baby brother, but didn’t find him. I turned and saw him playing pattycake with Ellis Nolan on the sidewalk.

I froze. I heard stomping. Big metal footsteps. And for some UNGODLY reason, I decided to run and hide behind a box. Small brain moves right there.

I watched as the animatronics walked into large crates, except Toy Freddy.

“I’m just saying, that kid made a mistake calling us,” he said. The robot bear can talk.

“Well maybe she just liked us,” Toy Bonnie sputtered.

Freddy kneeled down and grabbed the crate wall laying on the floor. “Bartholemew, shut up.”

“You shut up, Lawrence.” Freddy closed the crate on Bonnie. He turned to Chica and did the same.

“Night,” he said. “What. What’s wrong?”

“My beak fell off,” I heard Chica cry.

“Damnit, Harriet. That’s the third time this week, and it’s Monday.”

Freddy closed the crate and went back to his box. He shut himself in.

“Now’s my chance,” I whispered. I stepped out from behind the crate holding Freddy. I stood in the center, staring at the son.

The two delivery guys came to the back door. I froze again. They seemed to be deep in conversation. One of them shut the door without even looking in. You work with kids. Make sure none of them got in the van!

I ran up and banged on the door. No response. I felt the van begin to vibrate, then suddenly lurch forward. I fell on my back. I tried standing up, but I think I broke a rib, so I just lied there.

Somehow, the fact that the animatronic were named Barry, Larry and Harry stuck to me. But, why didn’t they call each other Bonnie, Freddy and Chica? And why could they speak? Where were we going?

I kicked the door. Shut tight. I am suing these people when I get out.

If I survive… Like old man Kelly used to say.

“Me and my childhood best friends lived through all the deaths at Freddy’s. Michael even got himself killed, and he was the killer’s son. You go missing at Freddy's, you don’t come back.”

I felt hopeless as my eyes shut, dizzy and aching.

Welcome to season two! I couldn't come up with any new title ideas. I promise it's gonna be funny, or suspenseful. Or whatever makes you guys like my posts. I think it's comedy.

Also, Crystal's making a cameo. I'm not sure how yet, but she's coming up.

And if anyone wants to know, David Kelly is the Freddy mask bully.