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Hello whoever you are. You just found a cassette tape hidden in my bedroom. Isn't that strange? A man like William Afton someone so simple and plain, hiding a cassette tape. Why would he be hiding anything? I’m sure that, if you’re from around here, you’ve heard of the somewhat recent happenings with Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza. Three cases of one, one case of two. All of that adding up to the five missing children of Freddy's. That was me. I'll elaborate on that later. And y'know, I wouldn't call myself plain either. I mean, people may think I’m plain when they first meet me. Just a father taking care of himself and his kids, who tragically lost his youngest in '83, and supposedly just got over it, right? Wrong. I'll never get over it...and...the fact that he died isn't the only reason. You see, Michael did it. Not a surprise, most people know that, but it wasn't an accident. He keeps saying it was but he's a liar. He hates me. And he hated Joseph. You see, Michael wasn't settled with being a failure, and how I loved Joseph just so much more. So he tormented him. Eventually killing him. And y'know, that's why I didn't love him in the first place, he was always a terrible kid, not worth my time. But now I hate him more than I ever have. He's done so much to hurt my soul in one day alone. My God, Joseph...Ever since he killed him, I’ve wanted to put my hands around his neck and just squeeze the life out of his lungs, but of course, if I ever did that, I'd get caught. I couldn't work because I was thinking too much about Mike. I couldn't concentrate on anything. The papers started piling up, and it kept fogging up my mind, and I needed a release. Then I had an idea. Hey... Maybe it doesn't necessarily have to be Michael. It could be any other brat as long as they're like him. Now where do all of those children go? Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. And hey if they're like Michael they deserve it. I went up there about four times. Picked the worst kids of the bunch, took them back, and I gave it to them. I couldn't do much, of course,they'd start squealing. So I made it quick enough to be efficient, but long enough to make it last...It was hell for them, but it was heaven for me. And...Then I leave. Without the slightest bit of guilt! So, there you go. And now that you've heard this you should know... That I check this spot every day to see if this tape has moved. I've seen it so many times I'll be able to notice even the slightest difference. I will know.

I was lost and was afraid
I believed all of their lies
I believed that I was safe
And that I would never die

Now I'm all alone
I've been hiding in the dark
I just want to go home
But my deeds send me too far

All stay strong
We live eternally
All is well in the Afton family
Lives, they fell to pure insanity
All is hell in the Afton family

I never did go near
'Cause I know just what I saw
Yet on a day of joy
My life ended to their flaws

Now I'm all alone
Fighting monsters in the dark
I wish that I could live
But I fear I've gone too far

All stay strong
We live eternally
All is well in the Afton family
Lives, they fell to pure insanity
All is hell in the Afton family

I often do pretend
Can't you see I'm broken down
I wish this were the end
But continue on I vow

Now I'm all alone
I'm still hiding in the dark
As saddened souls, we roam
We can only go so far

All stay strong
We live eternally
All is well in the Afton family
Lives, they fell to pure insanity
All is hell in the Afton family

Always begging please
Yet the outcome I would dread
I've fallen to my knees
Let my pride get to my head

Now I'm all alone
Hearing whispers in the dark
I wander through the past
Seeing memories afar

All stay strong
We live eternally
All is well in the Afton family
Lives, they fell to pure insanity
All is hell in the Afton family

you've earned my respect.

You earned mine as well

(we do a little trollin)

I am gay, but holy crap! Where is the consent?!

theres no consent, theres just trollin!

Connection terminated.

I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.vYou are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.

A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize.You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you.

Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms.

This ends for all of us.

End communication.

Connection terminated.

I'm sorry to interrupt you Elizabeth, if you still even remember that name. But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.vYou are not here to receive a gift, nor have you been called here by the individual you assume. Although you have indeed been called. You have all been called here. Into a labyrinth of sounds and smells, misdirection and misfortune.

A labyrinth with no exit, a maze with no prize.You don't even realize that you are trapped. Your lust for blood has driven you in endless circles, chasing the cries of children in some unseen chamber, always seeming so near, yet somehow out of reach. But you will never find them, none of you will. This is where your story ends. And to you, my brave volunteer, who somehow found this job listing not intended for you.

Although there was a way out planned for you, I have a feeling that's not what you want. I have a feeling that you are right where you want to be. I am remaining as well, I am nearby. This place will not be remembered, and the memory of everything that started this can finally begin to fade away. As the agony of every tragedy should. And to you monsters trapped in the corridors: Be still and give up your spirits, they don't belong to you. For most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps more waiting for you after the smoke clears. Although, for one of you, the darkest pit of Hell has opened to swallow you whole, so don't keep the devil waiting, old friend.

My daughter, if you can hear me, I knew you would return as well. It's in your nature to protect the innocent. I'm sorry that on that day, the day you were shut out and left to die, no one was there to lift you up into their arms the way you lifted others into yours. And then, what became of you. I should have known you wouldn't be content to disappear, not my daughter. I couldn't save you then, so let me save you now. It's time to rest. For you, and for those you have carried in your arms.

This ends for all of us.

End communication.

bro stfu with your f**king cryptic messages i give 0 shits

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now it's the f**king bill of rights

Is you shoot a gay guy with the gay gun will he become straight?