Fazbear Case: Interview-Sabrina Murray Williams, October 21, 1992

"Celebrations are a must have for everyone, we use them to surpass barriers and continue the journey towards adult hood…if you are lucky enough to get that far. Not every little boy or girl was lucky enough to carve a proper, normal path; no, for some their life ended short, in a tragic, historic mystery that puts fear into party-loving children, and sends chills up the spines of future parents. To keep one's children in good manner is to prepare for the future, to keep them entertained, smiling is every mother and father's goal. A simple birthday party? No harm could come of it surely? But, my best friend died at a party, killed by a mad man after the other children bullied him out the mobile restaurant….." Popping and hissing filled the air, as a cup of bubbling lavender was placed in front of the woman whom spoke. Using a small red comb held in her hands, she would swish away the brunette bangs from her face and take in the beautiful scent the tea gave off, with a small sigh, the woman decided to continue her story. "His funeral was short, his parents didn't wish to alarm his younger brother, Kevin, of Andrew's death just yet. They wanted to be there to hold him, they told me."

Her thin lips gave another sigh and she took a sip of the tea before speaking once more. "But I am not here to retell of past news reels, and speculation surrounding the Fazbear Case; I will reveal to you, my role in this story. How it began with Andrew and ended with me."


"Joseph! Joseph, you're not allowed to run around without me." Shouts of a worried mother ricocheted around the silver halls; joyous screams filled the multitudes of rooms holding small pink and blue fiestas. "Joseph?" She called again, trying to drown out the happy screams to instead locate the cries of her son. "Har Har, me little matey, why aren't you at Max's party?" The woman, whom bore a Fazbear tag with 'Bri' written on it, recognized the disturbed electronic voice of an animatronic. With a fleet of quick steps she slowly entered one of the un-used party rooms, it was closed to the public due to cleaning but was still open to the sentient electronics. Bri looked to one of the corner and saw the original Foxy kneeling down, blocking the sight of the room corner where her son cried. "What? Maxie, kicked ye out of the party? What for?" Small mumbles and upset, muffled cries began, as the small child began to admit what he'd done, crying for forgiveness from the pirate. "Awww, ye just had a wee sweet tooth, I'm sure Maxie will forgive ye cupcake swipin' at school, tommoro." The fiery-red old fox stood up and helped the small child to his feet; "C'mon along little buccaneer, let's see what Marionette's Prize of The Day is! It'll take away those seawater tears."

Bri left the room and hid in the doorway of another party room, pretending to play with some kids when she was really watching as Foxy led her son down the party hall and towards the entrance hall. The brunette followed, passing around a corner just in time to see the fox and her son disappear into the game room, where Marionette and his partner, Balloon Boy resided. "Hello! " Came the voice of Balloon Boy as his eyes landed upon the pair. "Hi, young Joseph! Welcome to the game area, play to your heart's content!" Bri heard the robot fox reply with a hearty laugh, and beyond the fox's call, heard her son's tone change, to a much happier, light squeal; she knew her son loved Balloon Boy; in fact seeing the clown robot was one thing her son looked forward to most every day. The woman gave a light sigh and followed, watching Foxy and Joseph's movements as they walked towards the preset box that held Marionette. After silently walking in, she leaned against the door; Bri wished to watch her son in silence, wanting to know how the animatronics interacted with children when they weren't aware an adult figure was watching. "Now, me little hearty, I know ye has been here for many-a-year, but have ye ever visited Marionette on your birthday?," barked the fox, to which the boy replied: "No, mama always takes me to Disney, this year I was going to ask." Bri quickly thought about it, why hadn't she taken her son here on his birthday, the plans have seemed to change this year, she had a silent smile.

"Aw, I hope ye ask. Cute Bonnie tells the greatest of stories on a boy's day of birth, you should ask ye mama to take ya. Anyways, turn the handle on Marionette's box, and after he pops out yell; 'Hi, Birthday Puppet!' and he shall give ye a gift made for little boys on their birthday." The robotic fox gave Joseph a hearty smile before aiming his eyes towards the present box. Joseph used his small hand to turn the handle exactly 20 times, clockwise. After letting go, the latch that held the rewind cog within Marionette's box released, and its turntable appendage began to spin counter-clockwise. A series of bells and whistles started and a happy tune proceeded to play after the last soft whistle; after words a thin figure popped out, slamming the top over its latch to the left side of the box. Marionette looked down at his two visitors, his black eyes taking in their appearance. "HI, Birthday Puppet!," squealed the boy. Sabrina felt a pang, a harsh pulling at her heart at the sight of Marionette, she'd seen the puppet's surprise hundreds of times, so much so that she avoids the prize corner regularly due to the head-ache inducing noise his box creates. The woman passed it off as simple heart-burn and nothing more, she had eaten at Burrito Chimes the other day, a franchise known for food that tends to have ill-effects on the human digestive tract.

Sabrina turned to leave the prize corner, intent on retrieving her medicine before taking her son to lunch outside the pizzeria however she couldn't rid herself of the burning stare within the flesh of her back, no matter how many times she scratched the irritated skin with pampered nails. The brunette looked back, over her shoulder towards the three robotic beings whom entertained her son. She smiled and forced herself to think of the burning stare as simple worry and past-stresses. She waved goodbye to Balloon Boy as he watched her leave; "Good bye, Misses!" Shouted the clown-boy as her steps echoed through the party-weary halls.