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This is an updated drawing from the one that I had drew a while back and it’s a huge improvement from years ago and this was part of a fanfic story, I was trying to work on back then but never got to finish. Here’s the character’s prologue, which I have rewritten a little bit and fixed and a link with the past drawing.

Old drawing: www.deviantart.com/dxc-smash/a…

Prologue Part 1: Meet and Greet with Ralph Taylor

“Hey there, the name is Ralph. I will be sharing a story, about something that happened to me, when I was a kid. However first, I must ask.

Have you ever felt a huge weight on your shoulders, known as guilt. I have, and in some weird way, that I believe most wouldn't understand. And no, I don’t mean the kind of guilt that you feel when you lie, steal, or even cheated. The kind of guilt that I’m referring to, is the one that always calls out to you. Knowing that you should've done something and no matter how hard you tried to fix things, it will be too late.

This happened a long time ago when I visited Freddy’s Pizzeria with my friends. This place was every kid’s dream land. There were games, toys, and everything else a kid would ever want. My friends and I would always go there, whenever we had money from our allowance and just spend it all there. The day they disappeared was the last time I ever stepped foot in that place again.

We were in the main stage hall, which had these three animatronic characters singing and playing musical instruments. One of them was a brown bear, wearing a red coat and black top hat, named Freddy. Another one was a yellow chicken wearing a dress with a huge bib, with the text reading, “Let’s Eat!” Her name was Chica. The last one was a purple rabbit with a dark blue coat, his name was Bonnie. These guys were the main attraction to the restaurant, and every kid I knew were huge fans of them. Even Me, I always love seeing Bonnie play his cool bass guitar, he’s been my favorite one ever since.

My friends and I were having a blast listening to the music and eating pizza. Then out of nowhere, some guy wearing a striped shirt came up and asked us, if we would like to meet Freddy and the gang backstage. We followed this man to the backstage area. I was kind of distracted with my mini guitar that I had won from the prize counter, which made me a little far behind the group. Until something snatched my mini guitar, right out of my hands. I wasn't sure who it was, but they were very thin and fast, in all black. I ran after them, till I made it down to a dimly lit hallway, where I found my guitar resting against what seems to be a fortune-telling machine with some sad-looking puppet character inside. I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just picked up my guitar and went back looking for my friends, but I ended up getting lost. Then one of the security guards found me in the backstage area and kicked me out of the building. I tried to explain to them that I was invited to go there backstage by someone, and they didn’t believe me. So, I waited outside for my pals. I might be exaggerating a bit on this part, but it felt like they took forever in there, since I waited outside for hours. I was so furious that I never got to meet Bonnie, I went marching home.

Later, I remembered the phone was ringing nonstop with my friend’s parents calling. It turns out that they never made it home that day. The only trace of their last whereabouts was with me. I told the authorities everything that I remember being at Freddy’s with them and the man, inviting us backstage. The police rushed over there and searched in every nook and cranny. Even questioning the whole entire staff about my missing friends, however, it led to nothing. Since all the workers claimed, they have never seen the man I had described or any child behind stage that day.

There were also no cameras back then, which made things difficult to find any traces of them. Soon the police assumed that my friends were taken after leaving Freddy's, since there was no physical evidence of them still being at the property. Which ended up leading to a huge missing children investigation. Almost the whole town went searching for weeks, however they were never found. Then Freddy’s soon closed down, due to the disappearance of my friends, making several parents not allow their kids to go by themselves near that place anymore, which lost them a ton of business.

I always still wonder what exactly happened to my friends and what if the same thing could’ve happened to me if I stayed with the group. Or was I saved from something? I would keep getting nightmares and hallucinations, over the years because of that day. Everyone tells me that it wasn't my fault, but I just couldn’t help but feel as if it was.

Now 10 years later, here I am standing right in front of the old Pizzeria, like a weirdo. I don’t know why but I get this weird feeling, that something is calling me back to this place. Ever since, I moved back to town.

Coincidentally enough, some big shot has decided to reopen the place in a week and the only reason I know this. Is because I will be working there on the night shift. So, I can use this open opportunity to finally find the answers I have been looking for. Hopefully I will. Besides, nothing bad will happen at night. Right?”

Description

This is an updated drawing from the one that I had drew a while back and it’s a huge improvement from years ago and this was part of a fanfic story, I was trying to work on back then but never got to finish. Here’s the character’s prologue, which I have rewritten a little bit and fixed and a link with the past drawing.

Old drawing: www.deviantart.com/dxc-smash/a…

Prologue Part 1: Meet and Greet with Ralph Taylor

“Hey there, the name is Ralph. I will be sharing a story, about something that happened to me, when I was a kid. However first, I must ask.

Have you ever felt a huge weight on your shoulders, known as guilt. I have, and in some weird way, that I believe most wouldn't understand. And no, I don’t mean the kind of guilt that you feel when you lie, steal, or even cheated. The kind of guilt that I’m referring to, is the one that always calls out to you. Knowing that you should've done something and no matter how hard you tried to fix things, it will be too late.

This happened a long time ago when I visited Freddy’s Pizzeria with my friends. This place was every kid’s dream land. There were games, toys, and everything else a kid would ever want. My friends and I would always go there, whenever we had money from our allowance and just spend it all there. The day they disappeared was the last time I ever stepped foot in that place again.

We were in the main stage hall, which had these three animatronic characters singing and playing musical instruments. One of them was a brown bear, wearing a red coat and black top hat, named Freddy. Another one was a yellow chicken wearing a dress with a huge bib, with the text reading, “Let’s Eat!” Her name was Chica. The last one was a purple rabbit with a dark blue coat, his name was Bonnie. These guys were the main attraction to the restaurant, and every kid I knew were huge fans of them. Even Me, I always love seeing Bonnie play his cool bass guitar, he’s been my favorite one ever since.

My friends and I were having a blast listening to the music and eating pizza. Then out of nowhere, some guy wearing a striped shirt came up and asked us, if we would like to meet Freddy and the gang backstage. We followed this man to the backstage area. I was kind of distracted with my mini guitar that I had won from the prize counter, which made me a little far behind the group. Until something snatched my mini guitar, right out of my hands. I wasn't sure who it was, but they were very thin and fast, in all black. I ran after them, till I made it down to a dimly lit hallway, where I found my guitar resting against what seems to be a fortune-telling machine with some sad-looking puppet character inside. I didn’t pay much attention to it, I just picked up my guitar and went back looking for my friends, but I ended up getting lost. Then one of the security guards found me in the backstage area and kicked me out of the building. I tried to explain to them that I was invited to go there backstage by someone, and they didn’t believe me. So, I waited outside for my pals. I might be exaggerating a bit on this part, but it felt like they took forever in there, since I waited outside for hours. I was so furious that I never got to meet Bonnie, I went marching home.

Later, I remembered the phone was ringing nonstop with my friend’s parents calling. It turns out that they never made it home that day. The only trace of their last whereabouts was with me. I told the authorities everything that I remember being at Freddy’s with them and the man, inviting us backstage. The police rushed over there and searched in every nook and cranny. Even questioning the whole entire staff about my missing friends, however, it led to nothing. Since all the workers claimed, they have never seen the man I had described or any child behind stage that day.

There were also no cameras back then, which made things difficult to find any traces of them. Soon the police assumed that my friends were taken after leaving Freddy's, since there was no physical evidence of them still being at the property. Which ended up leading to a huge missing children investigation. Almost the whole town went searching for weeks, however they were never found. Then Freddy’s soon closed down, due to the disappearance of my friends, making several parents not allow their kids to go by themselves near that place anymore, which lost them a ton of business.

I always still wonder what exactly happened to my friends and what if the same thing could’ve happened to me if I stayed with the group. Or was I saved from something? I would keep getting nightmares and hallucinations, over the years because of that day. Everyone tells me that it wasn't my fault, but I just couldn’t help but feel as if it was.

Now 10 years later, here I am standing right in front of the old Pizzeria, like a weirdo. I don’t know why but I get this weird feeling, that something is calling me back to this place. Ever since, I moved back to town.

Coincidentally enough, some big shot has decided to reopen the place in a week and the only reason I know this. Is because I will be working there on the night shift. So, I can use this open opportunity to finally find the answers I have been looking for. Hopefully I will. Besides, nothing bad will happen at night. Right?”