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I was only 12 years old.
I loved FNaF so much.
I had all the toys and games.
I prayed to Scott Cawthawn every night. Thanking him for the life he has given me.
"I am ready for Freddy"
My dad hears me and tells me to stop contributing to the oversaturation of the market by buying rushed and repetitive games.
I know he's just jealous of my devotion to FNaF.
I call him out on tumblr.
He slaps me and tells me to play an actual game.
I'm crying now and my face hurts.
I sit at my computer and it's really cold.
A warmth is moving towards me.
I feel something touch me.
It's Freddy Fazbear.
I am so happy.
He whispers in my ear, "You can't save them"
He grabs my mouse with his powerful animatronic hands and opens internet explorer.
I'm ready.
I open my wallet for Freddy.
He starts sending rage comments at those who say FNaF is bad.
I only have so much money, but I give it to Freddy.
I can feel my wallet tearing as I dispense my money on Freddy.
I support his work.
I want to have more FNaF games.
He roars a mighty roar as he fills the market with more sequels and youtube with more unnessacary FNaF theories and gameplay.
My dad walks in.
Freddy looks him straight in the eye and says "You know, I’ve been accused of rushing my games ever since FNaF 1, but I’ve never felt that I’d released a game too early… until now."
Freddy leaves through my window.
I am ready for Freddy.