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,

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.

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

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.

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?

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

None of you will survive the night

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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?

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

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

out back behind Fredbear’s, looking

Can’t tell creation from destruction at a distance.

about to turn to frustration,

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

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

intent on whatever she had found.

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

had had

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.

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.

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.

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

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

drugstore

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

FREDBEAR’S

No pineapple on pizza, ever.” “Agreed!” Mason said, laughing. “Pineapple on pizza is an abomination. It should be illegal.

People who eat pineapple on pizza deserve to be alone.

That's the flaw, and the greatest sin of humanity...You are born with none of your intelligence, but all of your heart, fully capable of feeling pain, but with no power to understand. It opens you up to abuse, to neglect, to unimaginable pain. All you can do is feel.

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.

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

I didn't choose him, I chose You.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised,” Carlton said, his nerves triggering an automatic wisecrack. “Never trust a rabbit, I say.

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

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

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.

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

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

It had never been bright—her voice used to be kind of a pale blue, but now it was gray.

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.

One of the stories their dad made up was about a little boy who had a secret place in a hidden room in his house. From that room, he was able to solve all his problems, no matter what they were.

Secrets petrify you. You harden yourself against the world to keep them safe, and the longer you keep them, the harder you become. Then one day you look in the mirror, and you realize you've turned to stone.

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!

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.

After the dinner-and-interrogation. John stopped short on the sidewalk: The theater was gone. Instead, two gigantic clown faces grinned at him from the windows of a gleaming new restaurant. The faces were almost as large as the wide front door, painted on either side, and above them was a sign, in red and yellow neon letters: CIRCUS BABY’S PIZZA.

I don’t need her permission to be bored!

I could feel … something in the house. It had to be him; it was like the missing part of me was there,

college,

It’s not just that,” she said. “This thing …” She measured the disc in her hand and studied it anew. “It made John sick. But it sings a song to me.

Afton made them.

What are you two whispering about?” Carlton stepped closer. “We’re talking about you,” Jessica said sharply,

Before her stood three animatronic animals: a bear, a rabbit, and a chicken, all standing as tall as adults, maybe taller.

Another girl?” Charlie drew closer. “Yes, as a matter of fact. Been dead for a couple of days, probably killed two nights ago.

jumble of metal limbs, a twisted skeleton with burning silver eyes.

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

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

And he declared the double chocolate cookies Mrs. Girard brought out after dinner “healing cookies” because his nose stopped hurting after he ate them.

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

nightmares.

two living things. Two entities.

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

John had declared himself “an author” when they were about six, having learned to read and write when he was four, a year ahead of the rest of them. At the age of seven, he completed his first “novel” and pressed his poorly spelled, inscrutably illustrated creation on his friends and family, demanding reviews. Charlie remembered that she had given him only two stars.

a twisted skeleton with burning silver eyes. Every once in a while, it gave an uncanny twitch. Charlie tried never to look at it, but as her father worked, as she played with her makeshift toys, her eye was drawn back to it again and again. The limbs, contorted, seemed almost mocking, the thing a ghastly jester, and yet there was something about it that suggested enormous pain.

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.

Hey, Jason,” he said. “What do you think the guard would do if he saw us?” “Shoot us?” Jason whimpered, eyeing Lamar warily. “Worse,” Lamar said gravely. “Community service.” Jason wasn’t sure what it meant, but he held his eyes open wide as though it was something terrible.

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

Before him stood someone who had spent so much of his life fighting like a conered rat that he had taken on the mantle of bitter sadism as an integral part of himself. He would strike out against others and revel in their pain, feeling righteously that the world owed him his cruel pleasures. The guard's face, with its malevolent delight in Carlton's pain and fear, was one of the most terrifying things he had ever seen.

Charlie looked; a yellow Freddy costume was propped against the wall, the costume all fitted together, as if he were about to walk onstage for a show. “That’s the one. That’s the bear I remember from the other restaurant.” Charlie clasped her hand over her mouth. “Other restaurant?” Carlton looked puzzled. “I don’t understand.” Charlie’s gaze was still fixed on the yellow costume. “Carlton, I don’t understand.” Her tone was urgent. “Michael.

Wait,” John said. “Can you hear that?” They were all dead quiet, and in the silence Charlie could hear them all breathing. John’s breaths were deliberate and calm, Jessica’s quick and nervous. As she thought about it, her own breathing began to feel odd, like she had forgotten how to do it. “I don’t hear anything,” she said. “Me neither,” Jessica echoed. “What is it?” “Music. It’s coming from—” He gestured back the way they had come. “From the stage?” Charlie cocked her head to the side. “I don’t hear it.” “It’s like a music box,

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.