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“But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?”
― Scott Cawthon

“Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.”
― Scott Cawthon

“And what makes you think they won't kill you?"

"Because I am one of them.”
― Scott Cawthon, The Silver Eyes

“Uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death”
― Scott Cawthon

“Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long!”
― Scott Cawthon

“Remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right?”
― Scott Cawthon

“One more thing, don't forget the music box. I'll be honest, I never liked that puppet thing... It was always...Thinking...”
― Scott Cawthon

“Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth.”
― Scott Cawthon

“Connection terminated.

I'm sorry to interrupt you, Elizabeth. If you still even remember that name.

But I'm afraid you've been misinformed.

You 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 of 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.

As for most of you, I believe there is peace and perhaps, warm, 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, 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 in 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.”
― Scott Cawthon

“And what makes you think they won't kill you?”
― Scott Cawthon

“He didn't have a natural laugh because he'd never felt real joy.”
― Scott Cawthon, 1:35AM

“Pulpy red slop seeped, then spewed from her eye sockets so forcefully that her eyeballs were propelled from her face like cannonballs blasting
from a cannon.”
― Scott Cawthon, The Puppet Carver: An AFK Book (Five Nights at Freddy’s: Fazbear Frights #9)

“Uhh the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night.”
― Scott Cawthon

“I didn't choose him, I chose You.”
― Scott Cawthon, The Twisted Ones

“This sounds like a big problem for everyone but me.”
― Candy the Cat

“Mike wasn’t God.
Dad was God. He’d made that abundantly clear.
Mike had witnessed God die.
And now, he goes to church.”
― pearlandpine