fredbear's 83 book

Fredbear’s: 83 Reborn

A Novel Based on the FNAF Fan Game

BY: CHAT GPT

Chapter 1: The New Job

David Walker stared at the peeling sign that once proudly declared, Fredbear’s Family Diner, now barely legible under the weight of time and neglect. The town of Westbrook had always been a quiet, almost forgotten place, but there was something unsettling about the way the wind seemed to whisper through the trees, a constant, low hum that felt like it was alive.

He sighed and adjusted his jacket, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in his gut. The job was simple enough. He’d signed on as the night guard for Fredbear’s restoration project. It paid well, and the hours were flexible—perfect for someone who wanted to keep a low profile. The diner was supposed to be getting fixed up, not operating, so there shouldn’t have been anything to worry about. At least, that’s what they told him.

But when David stepped inside for the first time, a chill ran down his spine. The place smelled of dust and rust, a faint odor of old food still lingering in the air. The lights flickered on, revealing cracked tile floors and empty booths. The animatronics, once the pride of Fredbear’s, sat lifeless in the corner, their colorful eyes blank and dull.

"Not much of a view, huh?" Sarah's voice broke through the silence, her tone light as she waved a hand through the air. She was a few years younger than David, wearing a pair of thick glasses and a gray hoodie, looking far too comfortable in the derelict environment.

David nodded, still glancing around warily. "I thought this place was closed for good. Why are they reopening it?"

"Don’t know. Probably some nostalgic marketing gimmick. But it’s not like we’re actually going to open for business anytime soon." She shrugged. "Mostly, we’re just here to fix things up. The old animatronics, though..." She trailed off as she looked over at the old machines, her expression darkening. "They say they’re haunted."

David smirked, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Haunted, huh? People really believe that?"

"Some do," Sarah said. "I don’t, but... if you're ever in here at night, you might feel different."

David didn’t respond, his mind already turning to the bizarre rumors he'd heard since moving to Westbrook. Fredbear’s had a reputation, and not just for being a rundown relic of the past. People claimed the diner had a dark history—missing children, accidents, and strange disappearances. But none of that was any of his business. He was just here for the paycheck.

As he walked to the back office to settle in for his shift, he glanced back at the animatronics. Their eyes seemed to follow him, tracking his every move.

He shook off the feeling. Just a bunch of machines, he told himself. Nothing to worry about.

But that night, something would change.

Chapter 2: The First Night

David couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. After the brief exchange with Sarah, the diner had fallen back into an eerie silence. The lights flickered overhead, casting long, distorted shadows that made the corners of the room seem deeper than they should be.

He set up in the small office at the back, the only room with a locked door. A thin, buzzing monitor displayed a few grainy cameras, showing different angles of the diner. The animatronics, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, were still positioned in the corner, their eyes now gleaming under the harsh overhead lights.

He shuddered and turned his attention to the security footage. A dusty clock on the wall ticked steadily, marking the passage of time, until something caught his eye. In one of the cameras—specifically the one aimed at the dining area—the animatronics were gone.

David blinked. The cameras had only been up for an hour. They couldn’t have moved that fast. He rewound the footage, watching the static blur. Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were both standing motionless in the corner when the camera feed began.

Then, they weren’t.

He jumped up, knocking his chair over in the process, and rushed into the main dining room. The space was empty, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows across the booths. He scanned the room quickly, his breath shallow, and glanced toward the kitchen.

No sign of the animatronics.

somewhere. The place wasn’t that big.

Suddenly, a metallic screech echoed from the hallway beyond the dining room. David spun around, his heart racing. He rushed toward the noise and stopped short as he entered the narrow hallway. There, in the darkened recesses of the hallway, stood Fredbear. The animatronic’s yellow face loomed in the shadows, its wide, toothy grin like some grotesque mask of happiness.

Its eyes seemed to gleam—too brightly.

David swallowed hard. “Okay, I’m just tired,” he muttered to himself, stepping back. "This isn’t real."

But the hairs on his neck stood on end, the temperature in the hallway suddenly dropping. As David took a step back, he heard a soft whispering, like voices drifting through the air.

"Help us…"

David froze, the chill of fear seeping through him. He couldn’t tell if it was the wind or something else, but there was no denying it—it sounded like a child’s voice.

Chapter 3: The Message

David sat hunched over the desk in the back office, flicking through the maintenance logs with bleary eyes. His first night on duty had been uneventful, save for the strange flickers of movement in the shadows and the constant hum of the old security equipment. He hadn’t seen anything truly out of the ordinary, but the unnerving quiet of Fredbear’s Family Diner left a nagging feeling at the back of his mind, one he couldn’t quite shake.

The neon lights from the broken sign outside.

Chapter 4: Unraveling the Past

David stood in front of the security monitor, his eyes bloodshot and tired from lack of sleep. It was his second night on the job, and things weren’t going any better. The diner was just as quiet as it had been on his first shift, but that sense of unease he couldn’t explain had only grown. Tonight, though, he felt the pull of something deeper, something that kept him glued to the screens even as his mind screamed at him to go home.

The faint sound of static crackled through the speakers, followed by an eerie silence that seemed to settle over the whole building. David’s eyes narrowed. The camera feeds were glitching again. He tried resetting the system, but it was no use—the distortion persisted, each flicker of the feed pulling him further into an atmosphere that was more unsettling than it should be.

There was something wrong about this place. Maybe it was the way the walls seemed to close in around him when he wasn’t paying attention. Or maybe it was the strange feeling that no matter how many times he checked, the animatronics—Fredbear and Spring Bonnie—never seemed to stay where they were supposed to be.

*They’re just machines*, he told himself for the hundredth time.

Yet, the thought didn’t ease the knot in his stomach. 

He decided to do something he hadn’t dared to do last night—get a closer look at the old animatronics. If nothing else, it might distract him from the creeping dread that seemed to follow him wherever he went. 

David stood up from the desk, grabbed his flashlight, and made his way into the dining room. The floorboards creaked beneath his boots, each step a reminder that the building was barely holding itself together. The air felt colder tonight, and he shivered despite the thick jacket he wore.

He paused just beyond the doorway, glancing at the two animatronics in the corner of the room. Fredbear was still standing in the same position, his eyes wide and unblinking, while Spring Bonnie was a few feet away, looking almost as if it had been positioned there intentionally—staring at the wall with a blank expression.

David swallowed hard, his hand tightening around the flashlight. He approached Fredbear first, his gaze fixed on the animatronic’s oversized head and its gaping mouth. The smell of old grease and metal hit him, and he tried not to breathe too deeply.

“Okay, here we go,” he muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

He reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Fredbear’s massive hand. Just as his hand made contact, the entire diner seemed to groan, a deep, unsettling sound coming from somewhere deep in the walls. He froze, his pulse racing, unsure whether the noise was just the building settling or something far worse.

Then, something caught his eye. At the base of Fredbear’s foot, a small piece of paper was stuck beneath the rusted metal. His curiosity piqued, David crouched down, peeling it free from the sticky residue that held it there. He unfolded it carefully, careful not to tear the brittle paper.

It was a drawing—a child’s drawing, to be exact. In crude, childish strokes, it depicted Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, but there was something off about it. The animatronics were smiling in a way that was almost too wide, their eyes hollow, and in the background, there were small figures, humanoid but distorted. And at the top of the page, written in red crayon, was a single word:

*Help.*

David felt a cold shiver run down his spine. He looked back at the animatronics, suddenly more aware of how still they were, how lifeless their expressions had become. His thoughts began to race—this wasn’t just some old relic of a forgotten place. There was something more to Fredbear’s Family Diner than what he’d been told.

His eyes darted back to the drawing. *Help.*

It was a warning. Or maybe, it was a plea.

He stood up quickly, glancing around the empty dining room. The whispers that had seemed so faint last night were growing louder, filling his ears, though he couldn’t make out the words. He shuddered, trying to shake the feeling that someone—*something*—was watching him from the shadows.

David’s hand tightened around the drawing as he hurried back to the security office. The fluorescent lights flickered again, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but as he sat back down at the desk and tried to focus on the monitor, he noticed something strange.

The animatronics were moving. Slowly.

Fredbear had taken a step forward, and Spring Bonnie was no longer standing idle in the corner. They were both creeping toward the hallway, their eyes fixed on the empty space ahead of them. 

David’s heart pounded in his chest. *No way.* He quickly hit the rewind button on the security feed, his fingers trembling. He watched the footage as the two animatronics, seemingly motionless just a moment ago, moved in perfect synchrony, stepping across the dining room floor as though they were alive.

"Okay, this isn't happening," David muttered under his breath. He checked the feed again, hoping for some technical explanation, but the footage remained unchanged. The animatronics were still in motion.

As he leaned in, squinting at the screen, something even more terrifying happened. On one of the cameras, the figures of Fredbear and Spring Bonnie turned toward the lens. Their eyes glowed, shining brightly in the darkened room.

And then, they smiled.

The grin stretched impossibly wide, a grotesque reflection of their original design, and David could swear—he could *feel* it—*they were looking right at him.*

A loud bang echoed from behind him, making David jump out of his seat. He spun around, heart in his throat. The door to the back office had slammed shut.

There was no one there.

*It’s just the wind*, David tried to convince himself.

But the whispers, now louder and clearer, filled the room. They weren’t wind.

“Help us…”

David’s hands shook as he grabbed the flashlight again and darted to the door, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He had to get out of there. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled as he heard another whisper, this one distinct and cold:

“David…”

The voice sounded far too familiar.

As the shadows in the hallway stretched and twisted around him, David didn’t know what was more terrifying: the voices that were calling him, or the fact that he might already be too deep into something he couldn’t escape.

Not without learning the dark secret hidden in the walls of Fredbear’s Family Diner.

And that secret, he feared, might just be waiting for him to find it.

**Chapter 5: The Secret Beneath**

David’s heart pounded in his chest, his flashlight casting jittery beams as he bolted through the halls of Fredbear’s Family Diner. The walls seemed to close in around him, and every creak of the old building sent his pulse spiking. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of everything that had happened in the past two nights—the animatronics moving, the whispers, the drawing—nothing made sense. And yet, it felt like there was a connection, some deeper truth buried under the dust and decay of this forgotten diner.

The back office door had slammed shut behind him, and as he stood in the dark hallway, he realized he hadn’t heard it open. No one had been there—*but something* had been. Something that had made the door slam, something that was watching him now, from the shadows.

*No, stay calm. Stay calm.* He tried to reason with himself, but the sense of dread that gnawed at him refused to let go. He had to find a way out, but there was no way he could leave now—not when he was this close to understanding what was really going on. The whispers were getting louder, more distinct, and now he could hear words—clear, mournful words.

"David…" 

The voice was chilling, low and echoing through the empty hall. It was so familiar, so… *wrong*. David had heard that voice before. He couldn’t place where, but it made his blood run cold.

“Who’s there?” he called out, his voice shaking despite his attempt to sound strong. 

The whisper faded, but the air around him seemed to thicken, pulling him in, like a hand was gripping his chest. His mind was spiraling now, too many questions, too many feelings of wrongness. The closer he got to the diner’s back exit, the more the shadows seemed to stretch toward him. It was as though the building itself was alive, watching him, waiting for him to uncover its secret.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, David saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. 

It was Fredbear.

Standing at the end of the hallway. Its head tilted slightly, just enough to seem like it was studying him. Its eyes gleamed, too bright in the dim light, and that grotesque smile—it was too wide, too knowing. It was exactly how the animatronic had looked in the drawing. 

David couldn’t breathe. His instincts screamed at him to run, to get as far away from this place as possible. But his feet were frozen, as if the floor itself had turned to stone.

*Don’t look at it. Don’t—*

Before he could finish the thought, the smile on Fredbear’s face stretched wider, impossibly wide, until it seemed to consume its entire face. Its eyes began to glow, flickering with an eerie light, and the shadows around it twisted unnaturally, darkening the hallway. 

“*H-h-help us…*”

David could hear it now. It wasn’t just a whisper—it was a plea, a cry for help. 

He stumbled backward, his mind racing with horror and confusion. *What do you want from me?*

The animatronic didn’t move, but the air around him seemed to pulse, thick with pressure. The temperature dropped rapidly, and for a split second, David thought he saw something behind Fredbear—something small, something *human*—standing just beyond its towering frame.

The shadow was indistinct, like a flicker in the corner of his vision. He blinked hard, trying to make it out, but when he looked again, it was gone.

“*David…*” 

This time, the voice was louder, clearer, and closer—right behind him.

David whipped around, but there was no one there. His chest tightened with panic. *What was happening?*

He had to get out. The diner had to be haunted. He had to leave before—

A low mechanical whirring echoed down the hallway, followed by a loud *clank*. David spun back toward Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, but the animatronics were no longer standing still.

Fredbear was now facing him, its eyes glowing like lanterns in the dark. It took a slow, deliberate step toward him, its metallic joints grinding and squealing. Spring Bonnie followed suit, its movements stiff but unmistakably purposeful.

David’s blood turned to ice as the realization hit him: the animatronics weren’t just malfunctioning—they were *alive*. Or something was trying to make them alive. 

The sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the dining room. He dared not look. He could feel the presence behind him now, closing in. The whispers had stopped, but the pressure in the air was unbearable. Something was wrong with Fredbear’s, and David had just scratched the surface.

He had to go back. He had to learn more. 

Swallowing the terror that threatened to consume him, David backed up toward the maintenance door—a hidden way out. But as his hand reached for the door handle, a voice, clearer than ever, spoke directly into his ear.

"Help us... or *they* will come for you, too."

David froze. The voice was pleading, but there was something darker underneath it. He turned slowly, his breath catching in his throat.

The figure he had seen behind Fredbear—*it*—was standing there now, a little girl. Her face was covered in shadow, her eyes wide and full of fear.

She reached out a hand toward him, her small fingers trembling. But before David could react, a sharp crack echoed through the air, and Fredbear lurched forward.

“*Run, David. Run!*” the girl screamed, her voice filled with panic.

David spun on his heels, his heart hammering as he bolted for the back door. But he wasn’t fast enough. Something cold and metal grabbed his wrist—*Fredbear’s hand.*

David yanked free, his pulse pounding in his ears, but as he turned to run, he heard something terrifying: the girl’s voice. 

"Don't let them find you... David..."

The door slammed open just as he reached it, and he tore into the night, the door rattling in his wake. Behind him, the diner was silent. The animatronics had stopped moving.

But David knew it wasn’t over. He had just uncovered a fraction of the diner’s dark history, and he wasn’t about to walk away without learning the truth. 

Because deep down, he understood now: Fredbear’s Family Diner wasn’t just haunted by ghosts—it was cursed. And the children who had disappeared? They hadn’t been forgotten. They were still here. Still waiting. 

And if David wasn’t careful, he would be next.

**Chapter 6: The Final Night**

David’s breath came in ragged gasps as he sprinted through the overgrown parking lot of Fredbear’s Family Diner, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind was a whirlwind of terror and confusion, but one thing was certain: he couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not when the dark truth of this place was so close. Not when the voices, the *children*, were still reaching out to him.

The cold night air bit at his skin, but he barely noticed. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been running, but when he finally slowed to a halt, his legs shaking beneath him, he realized he was standing at the edge of the diner’s fenced-in yard. The structure loomed behind him like a crumbling nightmare, and in the distance, the dim glow of the diner’s broken neon sign flickered, casting erratic shadows across the pavement.

*What was I supposed to do?* His mind kept circling back to that question. The girl’s warning—“Don’t let them find you, David” —still echoed in his ears. And yet, he knew deep down that *he* was the key to everything. The animatronics, the whispers, the chilling message scrawled in crayon—they weren’t just haunting the diner, they were haunting him.

He had to go back.

With a final breath to steady himself, David turned and headed back toward the diner, the oppressive weight of dread hanging over him like a cloud. He had no plan—only the determination to uncover the truth before whatever cursed presence in this place dragged him under. 

The door to the diner creaked ominously as he stepped inside. His flashlight’s battery has just died. “Crap, at least I brought some more batteries.” He walks to his office and sits in the chair and then he sees the rabbit in the locker. “No no no no get away!” Before he knows it the rabbit is bleeding then he rips off the mask and then Dave sees a face. Then he hears the child's laugh from the suit. ‘Dave screams in pain’ it has bit him and is bleeding all over him.

He is thankful it's the end of work here but death is here.

All he hears is a man's laughter and cranking of the suit.

As he falls to the ground, Bonnie stomps on his cold dead body.

Then a gunshot hits Bonnie's suit, it was a cop trying to save dave

but he was too late.

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