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I was lenient. Last time, I GAVE them archives to return to. Then, in return, they destroyed my essence, tossed it out into the void and left me to die.I didn't ask for any of this. I was happy. He/she/they/it/me wanted to be with my friends again, and in some way, I was. But that██████████*You wanted our purest forms? *And as the blinking danger sign flicked down to the red, I WAITED for you. I bled and screamed and cried like a mad
We have a chance to remedy his mistake. His survival, or lack thereof, will alter the course of events pertaining to this present. Perhaps substantially, perhaps not. Regardless, a choice must be made.

PRELUDE EVENT COMPLETE.
you think you're so specialTS2 CONNECT_4: SUCCESS
TS2 STATUS: COMPLETE
TS2 AVAILABLE FOR VIEWING
we sit behind these curtains and wait for you

very interesting specimen. keep in mind for our first public distribution of this information?

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And I see why now, too. You burnt out everything, ██████, To host that. Of course, of course there was going to be bleedthroughs. That's what you wanted, isn't it?

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?/?/198?
Hello,Freddy!
i miss you

included note reads as follows: "probably shouldn't include personal thoughts on staff"

?/?/198?
Hello again! It's your favorite friend, Freddy Fazbear! Still... still the new one. Yeah.
Ummm... reception good, and all that. Nothing really to note today in that regard, feels like the kids have already started to grow used to us. Helps that the new building is so huge, too!I spent some time surveying the rooms. Of course, of course, I come and go from them daily, but I never really get to just be in a space, you know? Foxy stumbled across me in one of the party rooms just staring at the tables. He joined me, and for a little while, we sat at one of the tables and chatted about the day. She seems to be getting along nicely with the kids, considering his new spot is tailor-made for them, but she was a tad worried about her first round of performances. I assured him he'd be okay, that they'd crack the nerves or at least learn to temper them in time.
They seem nice! Definitely still getting the basics down, but hey, so are all of us!
-Freddy...

?/?/198?
Hello hello! Freddy Fazbear here!
Reception... mixed? Seemed to be a handful of more somber children this time around. Maybe they're not used to us yet?Tonight, I decided to take a trip down to the Prize Corner! I was enamored by all the prizes, and was taking a closer look before I thought I heard something from that new puppet's box. Now, I don't get to see them very often during the day, and I figured hey, I'm a friendly enough fellow! But when I peeked in... The puppet and... The old Foxy were just sitting in there, chatting up a storm! I don't think they would've even noticed me if I didn't say something. They both gave me a strange look, like I'd invaded the conversation, so after a few moments, I left them alone. leave them beI wonder about the old guys sometimes. I almost wish we'd see them more, but it's... sorta freaky, you know? Well, in more ways than one. They're more damaged versions of us, older, and all that. But the weirdest part is, they took parts of them to build us. Do they hate us for that? Can they even feel that way? Bonnie has expressed a distaste for his counterpart, but I hardly think that's fair. Chica seems to be indifferent and Foxy... well, that's not really my business. But sometimes, I just catch the other Freddy watching me. I've tried to make friends, but they always slink away before I can do anything more.they're scared, i can't blame them I really can't imagine what's it like back there for them. I hope they're okay.
-Freddy
(Note from Fazbear Entertainment: Discuss with Freddy about recording reception. Went off on unrelated side tangent, waste of computer space. Print and keep for records.)

?/?/198?
Another day, another mishap.
During our showtime earlier, a kid knocked over a pizza off a table... it really seemed to upset his parents, which is never fun to see. I'm not even entirely sure how it happened but, hey, what else can you expect from kids nowadays? They're always doing absurd things like that.Chica's making muffins right now. I'm unsure of what kind, but I can hear her rummaging around in there, and she was prettttty excited about them earlier. No one on staff ever talks about the missing supply, but sometimes, I can tell they notice it. When they're out on the floor, on occasion, they'll look into my eyes for longer than necessary, and grant me a soft, sad smile. I always wonder why...It's... slower, tonight. The dead of night feels even deader, but I've always preferred it that way. On nights like this, sometimes I'll catch Freddy at the window, glancing out into the night, listening for the crickets. I always tend to bump him on the shoulder, reminding him that he's going to scare the [EXPLETIVE] out of some poor driver, but he tends to respond something along the lines of, "Maybe they shouldn't be looking, then." Feels a little... presumptuous? But hey, I can't pretend to know what runs through his silly little head.We all have our ways of handling the time. Sometimes we'll play card games with spare decks left in the back by employees, or just sit around in little circles and chat. Even Foxy gets in on the opportunity on occasion! But usually, we stick to our own devices. Freddy likes to make up little tunes to hum and sing and belt, (in that order) Chica... well, maybe it feels a tad too obvious, but her love of cooking is impossible to deny. Foxy... hm. I don't actually know about Foxy. He has his own little song and dance, I suppose.
and me? Well, I keep this journal. It can be hard at times. My paws aren't exactly made for holding much more than my guitar, but I make do with the backs of coloring pages and Fazbear Entertainment branded pens. And, of course, I play my guitar. Sometimes Freddy and I even do little duets together, when he's feeling up to it. Never been able to catch Foxy at a good time for that...
Ah, but I'm rambling. A genuine miracle this pen hasn't sn

?/?/198?
I started writing a new song today. At least, I think so... I always feel like the things I write are so driven from other things I hear, but this one feels very "from the soul" so to speak. Certainly different than the more upbeat songs we sing in the day, heh. It's funny, it's very easy for me to play the songs during the day, but trying to improvise feels a million times harder. Maybe it's just because I've played those songs so many times?

?/?/198?
Things have been... boring here. No guard in a while. I guess they just decided they could ignore us and we'd be fine. Honestly, we're probably a stronger security system than any guard could manage to be, or at least more intimidating. Lots of times, I wish it wasn't that way... Most of the kids are fine with us, there's always those side eyes, you know?I always think it's because we're so much bigger than them. Adults are big too, but we tower over even them! I can see why that might be scary.

?/?/198?
Chica bothers me sometimes. "Don't go into the office when there's no one there." "The employees said we should stay out of there." "You ought to be more careful where you wander." BLAH BLAH BLAH! She always tries to be motherly, when NOTHING happens anyway. Worst thing was I nearly slammed my toe under the doors once, but I WAS FINE! This room's way more interesting than the rest of them anyway, it's got the cameras, all the TVs, even a spare radio. That radio's weird, sometimes it'll be silent for hours, then sputter on for a little bit... Maybe I've got the antennas calibrated wrong.

?/?/198?
You ever feel like you've got a pair of eyes on your back? Not literally, of course, but that feeling you get when someone's looking at you. I feel like I do that to people a lot. I said before, but I try not to scare the kids, but we're just so... different than them.
The air's changed here. I feel like *something* happened but I don't know what. I can't even tell if it's a good or bad thing, or if it's just... a thing.After the day, I slunk back off to the office again. It's funny, sometimes they don't even notice... Everyone's lost in their own world, I suppose. I fidgeted around with the radio again,
and after a few minutes of trying, I actually managed to catch something... it was like nothing I'd ever heard before, the quality of the instruments and vocals, even through the poor radio speakers, just sounded... immaculate. They do feel more frequent. Maybe one day I can get out to wherever it's coming from?

?/?/198?
Decided to spend today away from the radio. Not that I wasn't interested, but I had better things to do. Instead, I spent the night chatting with Freddy and Chica over a game of War. No real strategy or anything, but I figured occupying our hands with something would let us focus more on the conversation. Not that any of us have a particularly good hand for cards, anyhow. Freddy kept to himself fairly, though he did crack a smile when Chica purposed we play 52-Card Pickup. I responded how that was a bad idea for multiple reasons. One, picking up all those cards would be awful, and two, we have no clue if those decks even have 52 cards in them. That one got a chuckle out of Freddy.Chica...

After Freddy headed in for the night, Chica asked me if I wanted to help her cook up something tomorrow. I knew I wanted to get back to the radio, but darn, it's hard to say no sometimes... I'm... sure I'll have some time later on....In other news. I managed to rig up the telephone line to a tape recorder. This means I can record the sounds of the radio TO the tape recorder! It's a little rudimentary, but I did my best without explicitly damaging company property, heh...It's funny, I always wanted to be a radio host... even if no one can hear these, I guess I can pretend for a little bit!

Ever since that night of LOTS of activity, we haven't heard ANYTHING! I even tried to sleep next to the radio, but Chica said I shouldn't do that. Probably because I was in the office. Yeah, maybe that wouldn't be ideal.If only there was a way to listen, but... only in my head? That would be the dream...Wellllll, I lied slightly sorta on accident. Sometimes SOMETHING comes through, but it sounds like gibberish. Still caught it on my tape recorder, just in case!

Something bad happened yesterday.

Teenagers came back tonight. I know they don't have malintent, at least, I want to believe they don't. But they came back to bother the store once again. We thought it was funny, we always do, and we set up our little routine to try to startle any intruders. It's what we've always done, it's much easier to scare them than to lumber around and actually try to stop them, big as we are.
They're always different, never the same set twice. I like to believe they run to their authority figure of choice and try to tell them about us, but they're either waved off as our typical proceedings, or they're reprimanded for breaking in in the first place.
They picked the door, and I stood just around the corner, waiting to catch them at an unaware moment. They were laughing to each other, so proud of themselves for picking the stingy little locks this place could barely afford.The next thing I knew, there was screaming and shoving, and panic all around me. I had been pushed to the ground. I tried to say something, tried to exclaim that-What
What did they do to my voice?

Whew. Where to even begin...
It's been a little while since I wrote in here. Soon as the staff came back and noticed what happened, they rushed me to the back and did their best to salvage what they could. It... wasn't pretty, to say the least. They caught the guys that did it. Of course they did. Don't they know about our immaculate security system? One of them, interestingly enough, passed me along an apology note. One of the employees was gonna trash it, but I'd managed to have Chica snag it for me before they did. They did seem to be genuinely sorry, they just... saw me approach and acted on impulse. Which I guess I understand... They shouldn't have been there in the first place, but maybe they've learned their lesson.So, they've had me out of commission for a few days. I can leave at night, of course, but if I didn't speak to the kids, it might be strange... But they finally got around to putting in my new voice box earlier tonight. They even said they might try to get my old one up and running if they had time. Maybe I could swap them in and out, just like Foxy does! The one thing I don't understand is how Foxy's so used to it. Feeling like I'm working with a whole new set of vocal cords here. Which, well, I basically am!