Gracelynn Lang never really had the best life, but she hadn't anticipated it to come to an end before she even turned 20. It was on the day her younger sister turned 15, and their parents had scraped together enough money to do something special. They weren't told where they were going, but nonetheless, they were happy about it. Once they got there, their eyes widened. It was the place they'd always wanted to go to as kids, but never got to. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. She pulled her sister's long blonde hair up into a ponytail so it was out of her way, and happily followed her as she practically ran in. Part of the time, she was being dragged around by the way too excited blonde, being told what to look at and how cool it was. The rest of the time, she wandered around on her own since her parents didn't worry too much since she was almost an adult. She unintentionally found her way to the office where the night shift workers were during the night. She ended up sitting down in the chair, and she supposed she fell asleep, because when she woke up, it was dark as hell. She couldn't see a thing. It was strange, she wasn't in the office in the chair, she seemed to be on the floor for some reason. She stood up and tried to feel around for a light switch, eventually being successful. In the room were spare parts and what seemed to be old animatronics. ? Well, that's not creepy at all... ? she thought, going towards the door, only to find it locked. "What the fuck?!" She yelled before wondering if anyone heard her. It seemed late, so maybe there was a nightguard around? "Hey! Hello?! Someone help I'm locked in here!" She yelled as loud as she could. She thought it was no use when she heard footsteps coming near. She sighed in relief and backed away from the door so it didn't hit her. It was unlocked and opened by... A purple guy...? Oh well, he let her out, so who was she to judge. "Thank you so much, I don't know how I ended up in here I-" she stopped mid-sentence, noticing the man staring at her quite creepily. "Why are you staring at me like that...?" She asked slowly, noticing that he started to move towards her. Once she got a chance thinking he wouldn't be able to stop her, she ran out as fast as she could. To her absolute terror, he ran after her. ? I just have to get to the exit... ? she thought, running through the main party room and seeing the doors nearing. She was almost free when her hair was grabbed, and she was brought to the ground.She screamed at the top of her lungs and kicked at the man, only having one thing on her mind. ? I can't die here, I have to get home! She's probably worried sick right now... All three of them probably are... I can't die I need to take care of her until she's an adult! ? She managed to land a few kicks before he grabbed her by the wrists and dragged her back to the parts room. She started to cry as she was brought back to the cold place. He dropped her on the floor and slammed the door, pulling a knife out of his pocket. "You've been quite the little fighter. Just another pain in the ass for me... It'll all be over soon though." He taunted as she tried to back away, but she didn't have much place to go. Next thing she knew he lunged at her and pinned her down, only one hand free and that was the hand he held the knife with. The rest was a blur. She could only remember sharp pain and yelling for help, but it was in vain. Even after he left and her vision started to fade to black, she was trying to get out, but she never did. The lights were turned back off and she was forgotten in the room until she came back, but this time as the broken Chica. She didn't know how it happened, but she wished it didn't. It would've been better to die than to live knowing she'd never see her family again. She wouldn't see her sister graduate or get married or start a family of her own... Plus she wouldn't get to do any of that either... She wasn't really living. Just surviving.