It still haunts me, the day I died. I was so little. I still wake up screaming from a nightmare.

And sometimes I accidently kill the night guard. The uniforms are all the same, before I even get to look at the face of the guard, he's already dead.

And then I feel horrible. I get more nightmares. Foxy and Freddy get annoyed, but they just don't understand. Golden Freddy and Bonnie are much more understanding. I was only five and it hurt so badly when I was shoved into this suit.

Maybe they'll understand one day. Maybe.