I moved out of my father’s house as soon as I could and started over in a new town with a new name. I had it legally changed. I’ve had enough of the death that haunted our family. I didn’t want to have anything to do with Him.

and yet I did he came back

November 1993. Like usually at breakfast, I was reading the newspaper, hoping to see any available jobs. I was ready to be disappointed again, but then… I saw it.

HELP WANTED
Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria
Family pizzeria looking for a security guard to work the nightshift. From 12 AM to 6 AM.
Monitor cameras, ensure safety of equipment and animatronic characters.
Not responsible for injury/dismemberment.

I felt my breakfast coming back up my throat. How was this place still open? More importantly, why do they need a security guard? That was a stupid question. People died there. Of course they need someone to look after the place and to blame if anything goes wrong.
Of course I knew about the children. I might be crazy, but not stupid. I found His blueprints, notes, everything. As much as I wanted to forget everything, I needed to know what was going on at Freddy’s now.

I knew who He was

I applied for the job. I knew that people working there probably won’t recognize me. There was no one named Mike Schmidt that committed a crime there, not that I know of. I didn’t know what I’d do if I met Him. Even though, did it really matter? He wouldn’t recognize me anyways. He didn’t see me since 1988. He wouldn’t care. He never did.

but He did He remembered

A week later, I was sitting in the tiny security office at Freddy’s. It was my 7th and last night there. I’ve seen enough. I knew that the children’s souls were trapped in the animatronics. They possessed them. Like my brother.
They wanted to kill me. They thought I was Him. And if they recognized that face, He would too. No doubt.
At this point, when I was scared for my life, I… I think I missed Him. Despite all the bad things he’s done. I wanted to apologize. For the yelling. For the swearing. For everything. I don’t think He would care, though. It was weird. I hated him, right? I didn’t know. Even now, thirty years later, I’m still not entirely sure how I feel about Him.

…

The pizzeria was shut down that week, but it wasn’t destroyed like the previous locations. It was just left to rot there. For thirty years.

and then He came back