It's been more than 50 years since the bite of '83. My dad's friend was
Charlie Afton that died a few years ago. He gave my dad a circut to make more robots but now, he's gone mad. I need to escape this room or else he'll stuff me in the suit he made. Whenever I think of this I have a throwback of someone I dont even know. He also used to kill kids to stuff him in animatronic suits. I think his name was Walter? Or was it Willy? I don't know. All I know he just appears sometimes in my dreams. Last night, I went to the garage and saw the most terrifying thing in my whole entire life. My best friends, Jake, Mark, Cody and Carl were halfway dead. I knew my dad did this. He did this because he knew I was friends with loners. So, he was going to stuff my friends in those disgusting animatronics that have weird features and names. Polar, with razor-sharp claws. Rooster, with a very long beak. Rabbie, with sharp teeth. And Max the Dog, with a face you can open and see it's parts. I trembled with fear seeing my best friends clinging to the edge of life. I lnow I can't stay here but I also know I wont't last any longer if I stay. I have to get out of here. For now, I'll play dumb and just obey my mad father. I shall escape next week. I will hide this diary in my luggage. Wish me luck.