Today, I wanted to take a moment to talk about my younger sister, Liz. She was the sweetest little girl you could ever imagine. Always looking out for CC and me, even though we didn't always see eye to eye. There was always this unspoken rivalry between us, but deep down, I knew she cared about us more than anything.
Liz had this sense of responsibility that seemed beyond her years. She would make sure CC never got into trouble and would often try to protect him from our father's wrath. It broke my heart when she passed away at such a young age.
After losing her, I found solace in my job as a night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place. The animatronics may be creepy to some, but they were almost comforting to me in a way. It felt like Liz was still watching over me somehow.
I remember how fascinated Liz was by Circus Baby when our father created her in Liz's image. Little did we know the true purpose behind that creation – it still haunts me to think about what happened next.
Despite our differences and struggles growing up in such a twisted family dynamic, Liz and I eventually found common ground as we both tried to cope with our father's neglect and cruelty. She became more than just my sister; she became my confidante during those dark times when no one else seemed to understand what we were going through.
In the end, it wasn't just Circus Baby who carried on after Liz left us too soon – her spirit lived on within that animatronic shell. It serves as a constant reminder of the bond we shared and the tragedy that befell our family.
I miss you every day, Micheal