Hey there,
Evan Afton here. It's been a while since I've written anything down, but I figured now is as good a time as any to start again. There's something that has been plaguing my mind lately - nightmares and animatronics. Two things that shouldn't go together, yet somehow they do.
The Nightmares
I can't escape them no matter how hard I try. Every night when I close my eyes, the nightmares begin their relentless assault on my sanity. They always start off innocently enough - me in some kind of dark and eerie place with flickering lights and strange sounds echoing all around me.
But then it takes a turn for the worse. Shadows emerge from every corner, taking shape into twisted figures that resemble animatronic beings from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza – the very same ones that haunted my childhood years ago.
These nightmare versions of Freddy Fazbear and his gang are nothing like what you'd expect at an amusement park or restaurant; they're monstrous abominations with sharp teeth dripping with bloodlust. Their hollow eyes pierce through my soul as they inch closer and closer towards me.
No matter how fast or far I run in these dreamscape encounters, there's no escaping them - they're always right behind me... waiting for their moment to strike.
Animatronics: Innocent Fun Turned Nightmare Fuel
It wasn't always this way though; animatronics used to be innocent fun for kids like myself back in the day when our dad owned Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza chain of restaurants across town.
The pizza was delicious (especially those cheesy slices) but it was really all about the entertainment factor – watching life-sized robotic characters sing catchy songs while we gobbled up mountains of pepperoni-covered goodness! Those were simpler times indeed!
But everything changed one fateful day when rumors started circulating about missing children connected to the pizzeria. The police investigation led them straight to our dad's restaurants, and things quickly spiraled out of control.
My Father's Dark Secret
It turns out that my father had a dark secret – he was using the animatronics as cover for his horrifying crimes. He would lure unsuspecting children into hidden rooms within the restaurant and... well, it still makes me sick just thinking about it.
I never knew about any of this until after everything went down. I was just an innocent kid caught up in my father’s twisted web of lies and deception.
The guilt has haunted me ever since; not only because I lost my childhood innocence but also because those same animatronics that were once sources of joy have now become symbols of fear in my nightmares.
Revisiting Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
In an attempt to confront these demons head-on, I recently decided to revisit one of the old abandoned Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza locations - hoping that facing them in person might put an end to these recurring nightmares once and for all.
As soon as I stepped inside, memories came flooding back; both good ones filled with laughter from birthday parties long ago, as well as chilling reminders of what happened here behind closed doors.
The place was dusty and decrepit; remnants from years gone by scattered across every surface. Broken wires dangled from the ceiling like menacing spiderwebs while faded posters clung desperately onto peeling wallpaper – a sad reminder of its former glory days.
Despite feeling uneasy being surrounded by so much darkness and decay, there was also a strange sense of familiarity - like reconnecting with old friends who had been through hell alongside you.
Walking through each room felt simultaneously thrilling yet terrifying; knowing at any moment something could jump out or surprise me (not unlike those nightmare encounters).
But alas! No matter how many hours passed exploring every nook-and-cranny searching for answers, it seemed the animatronics were nowhere to be found. It was as if they had vanished into thin air.
Closure or Never-ending Nightmare?
Leaving Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza that day, I couldn't help but wonder - did I find closure? Or have my nightmares just taken on a new form of torment?
Perhaps these dreams are simply manifestations of my guilt and trauma; a reminder that no matter how hard we try to escape our pasts, they will always find a way back to haunt us.
For now, all I can do is continue facing these nightmares head-on and hope one day the animatronic monsters lurking within them will finally release their grip on me.
Until then...
Evan Afton