I didn't want to do it. I really didn’t.

…

Fredbear’s closed down. It was never reopened. My father went there and took one of the animatronics. He kept it in the garage for a while, but it disappeared after a while.

Of course, I remember now. They weren’t just animatronics. They were costumes. The springlocks held back the robot parts when a person wore it. It was a death trap. One wrong move and the springlocks would push the robot parts back in place. Into your body. There was no way of surviving a springlock failure.

but he did I saw him again

…

I went to Fredbear’s too. I wanted to say sorry. To say goodbye.

it did not go right

I went into the back room. I was right. Fredbear was there, lying on the ground. But something about him was… wrong.
And then I saw it.
His eyes were black.
Like my brother’s.

…

Am I crazy? I think I am. Even in 1983, I didn’t see any other explanation for what I saw. There was no way it was him. He died, right?

but yet there he was

It was years later when I realized what happened. He wasn’t supposed to die. So he didn’t. His soul never left that place. The animatronic was designed this way.