FREDDY FAZBEAR PRESENTS:
Fredbear Storytime Theatre
The curtains open on a brightly lit stage, Fredbear standing proudly at the microphone.
His golden fur gleams under the spotlight, and he waves to the excited crowd of kids.
“Heya, everybody! Welcome to Fredbear’s Storytime Theatre!
We’ve got songs, stories, and more fun than you can shake a pizza at!”
The children cheer, waving their balloons and plushies.
Bonnie strums a goofy tune on his guitar, while Chica waddles out with a tray of cupcakes.
Everything feels warm, safe, like a Saturday morning cartoon brought to life.
But then…
☠ Show Creepy Part ☠
The lights flicker.
Fredbear’s jaw hangs open too wide. The friendly smile stretches into something unnatural.
The music slows, then warps, echoing like a broken record.
A child in the audience giggles—then stops.
Their balloon drifts up, popping on the hot stage lights.
Fredbear leans closer to the microphone.
“You’re not… supposed… to be here after dark.”
The curtains don’t close. They shudder, like something behind them is pushing out.
The smell of metal and ozone fills the theatre.
Bonnie’s strumming stops, one string snapping with a sharp, ugly twang.
The room is too quiet.
Only the faint sound of gears turning… something waking up.
