Scott Cawthon Quotes

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?

And what makes you think they won't kill you?" "Because I am one of them.

It’s me,

Animatronic therapy! Recommended by six out of seven crazy people.

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.

Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long!

When it gets dark, they will awaken; the children's spirits will rise. They will kill you. I'll just walk out in the morning, stepping over your corpses, one by one.

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

And then the years go by, and it’s just another thing that happened. Not like it’s not important, or terrible, but it’s in the past, just as much as everything else. You know?

she cried as if she would cry forever.               But forever was an illusion.

Maybe we’re all shedding our fear and regret and hope everywhere we go, and we’re catching up traces of people we’ve never met. Maybe it’s everywhere.

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

That’s the worst thing, isn’t it?' Charlie said. 'Things that act alive but aren’t.

Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth.

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

You can’t tell from looking if it’s being built up or torn down, Dunn thought. Can’t tell creation from destruction at a distance.

The whole town was like this, a mix of old and new, familiar and not. The things that had changed seemed out of place, and the things that had remained the same made Charlie feel out of place.

None of you will survive the night

enjoying the feel of the rushing wind. It’s not wind rushing, it’s us, she thought.

His body had never been found. How could they not have secretly hoped he might come home, no matter how impossible they knew it was?

There was another restaurant, rustic and small, with red checkered cloths on the tables, and a kitchen you could see into from the dining area, and they all were there together.

Five Nights at Freddy’s 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

The door now hung open slightly, but Charlie didn’t disturb it. It hadn’t opened for her; it had only given way to time.

July, 1985?

It was a time when she did not have the words to name things she saw, and so now, when she tried to recall them, the words could never be right.

To her he was still mythic, still larger than life, still the man who could deactivate monsters. He was also the man who made them.

out back behind Fredbear’s, looking

They had come; Freddy’s was gone, and so was the shrine she had kept in her thoughts, where she could still find Michael playing where she last saw him.

He didn't have a natural laugh because he'd never felt real joy.

Can’t tell creation from destruction at a distance.

And what makes you think they won't kill you? Because I am one of them.

about to turn to frustration,

intent on whatever she had found.

found a space right next to the school.               “Can I play my game now?” Jason said immediately, and Marla found her keys in her purse

Sign you up for this? You had one foot in the car at the first mention of murder! You practically invited yourself.

had had

The things that had changed seem out of place, and the things that had remained the same made Charlie feel out of place.

Charlie was long accustomed to nightmares, the worst moments of her past forced up like bile, into twisted versions of memories already too terrible to recall.

There was a scar on his neck, curved and ugly, almost a perfect half-moon.

Don’t trust your eyes.

What's up?" He nodded his head, playing it cool, then casually stepped away before silently returning to a sprint. Playing hide-and-seek like babies, Jason thought. I hope I never fall in love.

drugstore

FREDBEAR’S

An odd, thin smile on his lips, Dave reached out with his fingertips, savoring the moment, and brushed yellow fur.

An odd, thin smile on his lips, Dave reached out with his fingertips, savoring the moment, and brushed yellow fur. *

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.

We’re sorry,” Lamar said quickly. “We’ll go. We don’t have any drugs.” “Says who? Says you?” The guard wore an odd expression, and his words were harsh and fast; he seemed not to be responding to what they were saying. He looked

She understood him with the knowing and not-knowing that comes of being a child. When you focus on your parent as if they are the center of the earth, that thing on which your survival depends, only later do you realize their flaws, their scars, and their weaknesses.

a freak accident. There were witnesses, okay? Unless I used my mind to make a buzz saw blade fly at me and try to take my hand off? Right! Not freaking possible.

He flashed the light back down to the floor. He stopped on what looked like dark melted candles and strange, black markings.

Uhh the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night.

But it is necessary that you let me put you to sleep as early as possible. It’s important that you get your beauty rest.

What do you think, should we see if the old formula still works?

When the door closed behind him, Charlie let out a sigh. Alone at last.

I didn't choose him, I chose You.

No one dies for nothing, John. Everyone's life has a meaning. Everyone has a death, and I hate that this was hers.

People who eat pineapple on pizza deserve to be alone.

Mothers always think their children are beautiful, so when your mother looks at you, she has always seen great beauty.

You’re a person, and you should look like an individual.

Sometimes you have to know when to go for it, even when it doesn’t look possible.

It wore a tiny white tutu, and its little feet were painted white so it looked like it was wearing ballet slippers. Its arms were raised like a ballerina who was about to do a pirouette.

This is for you Pete,” he said into the dark room. “I’ll face the villain and beat the game.” He braced himself and slammed down on the START button. He waited for the curtain to pull back … for Foxy to begin to sing … But nothing happened. All Chuck heard was complete silence.

I guess I just like myself the way I am. Sorry if I’m not fancy or fashionable enough for you. I’m not like the cheerleaders or all those models and pop stars whose pictures you have plastered all over your room. But you know what? I’m a nice person, and I don’t judge people on how they look or how much money they have, and I don’t have to give a person a pop quiz to decide if I’ll let them hang out with me or not!

Kelsey finished his sandwich and wiped his mouth with a black napkin. Who used black napkins? “A hangout?

Those bathrooms on the bus are no fun. I like a bathroom that stays put.

Fetch looked like someone had crossed the big bad wolf with the shark from Jaws.

ear.

Even if it’s just their holey old underwear under their clothes.

There were noises but not the usual ones of Freddy Fazbear’s. Screams. Crying children. Yells for help. The fast footfalls of people running. Chaos.

Foxy is a damn robot! He’s made of metal and gears.

They will become more, just like you did.” He looked up at the woman kneeling over him, and she looked back, her glossy painted cheeks gleaming in the light.

Merry Xmas. Merry Christmas to you, too, Fetch,

According to Dr. Henner, the hospital’s sleep expert, that particular REM pattern indicates nightmares … horrific nightmares.

Dave brushed past her, and as he did something caught her eye: There was a scar on his neck, curved and ugly, almost a perfect half-moon.

Charlie saw that the scar had a twin; the same half-moon, in the same place on the other side of his neck.

The marks were too clean, too perfectly placed; they almost looked deliberate.

They could not move, they could not scream, and finally the creature inside that patchwork, ragged yellow rabbit suit reached forward for the boy.

She was afraid to even think it, and she trained her mind to shrink from it until she truly forgot, but deep inside she knew it: Sammy.

William Afton,

A child was abducted this morning.” “What?” “A little girl, she disappeared sometime between mid-night and six a.m.

scarcely

you-know-where!

yellow bear

Very postapocalyptic,

It comes in Ocean Breeze and Tropical Paradise. I prefer Ocean Breeze, but it dries the scalp.

Yeah,” Charlie said. “I think we should.

this had to happen at 0500 and that had to happen at 0610, Harper would mumble something like, “And you can jump off a cliff at oh-screw-you-hundred.

Fetch, the instructions explained, was an animatronic dog designed to sync up with your phone and retrieve information and other things for you.

Susie expected Chica to take her hand, as usual. Instead, Chica lifted a hand and pushed Susie aside. Then Chica walked into the house.

Silly Millie, Chilly Millie, the ice-cold Goth girl who’s always dreaming of Death. Am I right?

of the boys, and very thin. Though Charlie could not see her whole outfit, she was wearing a loose white shirt with an embroidered vest, and she had a brimmed hat perched on her glossy, shoulder-length brown hair, with an enormous flower threatening to tip it off her head. She was gesturing excitedly about something as she spoke.               The two boys were sitting next to each other, facing her. Carlton looked like an older version of his red-headed childhood self. He still had a bit of a baby face, but his features had refined, and

A wolf’s mane ran over the top of its head and down its back. It was stooped over, one arm twisted downward while the other flailed up. Perhaps its control over its limbs was uncertain.

Okay, okay,” their dad said, and Alec heard him pull in a deep breath. “We can’t turn on each other.” Their mother sighed. “You’re right. Let’s just go to bed. It’s been a long day. Oh, and I can’t find the book, FYI.

This is a spring lock, and I want you to know how it works because it’s very dangerous, and I don’t ever want you touching these. This is why we never put our hands in the animal costumes; it’s very easy to trigger these

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.

We like you. We. Suddenly Stanley understood. It hadn’t been the same doll on his desk each night. It had been a different doll every time. Sure, it had been the same type of doll, but there had always been slight differences. But what did it mean? Whatever it was, it was weird and upsetting, and he didn’t want any part in it. He opened a drawer in the desk, dropped the one-armed doll inside it, and slammed the drawer shut. There.

The creature in the doorway. At first he was a shadow, blocking the light, then he was a man in a rabbit suit, and even then it didn’t occur to Charlie to be afraid. She knew this rabbit. Sammy hadn’t even noticed him yet. He continued to play with his toy truck, running it back and forth hypnotically across the floor. Charlie stared up at the thing in the doorway, and a coldness began to gather in the pit of her stomach. This was not the rabbit she knew. Its eyes shifted back and forth subtly between the twins, taking its time: making its choice. When the eyes settled on Charlie, the cold feeling spread all through her, then he looked away again, at Sammy, who still hadn’t turned around. Then a sudden movement, and the costumes on their hangers all leaped together, covering her so she couldn’t see. She heard the toy truck hit the ground and spin in place for a moment, then everything was still. She was alone, a vital part of her

a reaction to Delilah’s disturbingly strong feeling that something was under her bed. Something was moving under her bed. But that couldn’t be. Could it? Delilah listened. She didn’t hear anything at first, but then she wondered if she was hearing a scuttling sound on the carpet under her bed. She sat up and started to swing a leg over the side of the bed. She stopped. What if something was under there? It could grab her foot! Quickly pulling her foot back under the covers,

There was Bonnie, the rabbit. His fur was a bright blue, his squared-off muzzle held a permanent smile, and his wide and chipped pink eyes were thick-lidded, giving him a perpetually worn-out expression. His ears stuck up straight, crinkling over at the top, and his large feet splayed out for balance. He held a red bass guitar, blue paws poised to play, and around his neck was a bow tie that matched the instrument’s fiery color. Chica the Chicken was more bulky and had an apprehensive look, thick black eyebrows arching over her purple eyes and her beak slightly open, revealing teeth, as she held out a cupcake on a platter. The cupcake itself was somewhat disturbing, with eyes set into its pink frosting and teeth hanging out over the cake, a single candle sticking out the top. “I always expected the cupcake to jump off the plate.” Carlton gave a half laugh and cautiously stepped up to Charlie’s side. “They seem taller than I remember,” he added in a whisper. “That’s because you never got this close as a kid.” Charlie smiled, at ease, and stepped closer. “You were busy hiding under tables,” Jessica said from behind them, still some distance away. Chica wore a bib around her neck with the words LET’S EAT! set out in purple and yellow against a confetti-covered background. A tuft of feathers stuck up in the middle of her head. Standing between Bonnie and Chica was Freddy Fazbear himself, namesake of the restaurant. He was the most genial looking of the three, seeming at ease where he was. A robust, if lean, brown bear, he smiled down at the audience, holding a microphone in one paw, sporting a black bow tie and top hat. The only incongruity in his features was the color of his eyes, a bright blue that surely no bear had ever had before him. His mouth hung open, and his eyes were partially closed, as though he had been frozen in song.