Training Tape (Request, 9/2018)

The following document is a transcript of an unmarked VHS tape which was sent anonymously to our agency, appearing to be an unfinished training guide for employees of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A short-lived investigation into the events and persons depicted within the tape ensued afterward, but turned up unsuccessful.

[The logo for Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria appears on the screen. Beneath the company’s name are the words “TRAINING VIDEO”, in Comic Sans typeface. The song “Push it to the Limit” plays until the screen cuts after fifteen seconds  to recorded footage of a man, standing in a room that is apparently the Parts Storage of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. The timecode is September 3rd, 1990.]

“Hi.”
[The man waves.]
“I’m William Afton, CEO of Afton Robotics.”
[A caption typed in Comic Sans appears beneath him for three seconds, stating “Freddy Fun Fact: William Afton, CEO of Afton Robotics”. All further captions are also typed in Comic Sans.]
“And to help you...”
[Afton points at the camera]
-do your job safely, securely, and soundly, we’re putting together this instructional safety video, just for you.”
[The footage cuts to Afton in the same spot, now wearing a lab coat.]

“First things first, let’s get the most important part out of the way.”
[He exhales, and claps his hands together.]
“Tetanus.”
[He shrugs, apologetically.]
“It’s like the clap.”
[“Freddy Fun Fact: ‘The Clap’ is Gonorrhea.”]
“Sooner or later, we’re all gonna get it, my friend. That’s just how the metal cookie crumbles.
[In exclamation-]
“BUT…”
[He smiles.]
“That doesn’t mean you have to get it now.”

[Another cut, this time to a shot of an animatronic severed arm. The costume has been taken off, exposing its endoskeletal insides. The arm is noticeably rusty, splotched with dots of red and orange.]
“As you probably know by now, blood is terrible for metal. And there’s going to be a lot of blood, when you’re working with these guys.”
[“Freddy Fun Fact: ‘Blood’ is just a word for what powers the performers’ hydraulic systems. It may look and smell like blood, but it’s not!”]
[Afton’s hand appears in view of the camera. He slides a purple latex glove onto it,
“That’s why protection is important.”
[He squeezes the arm’s “bone”, and a dark liquid oozes out of the point at which it is severed.]
“You see-”
[More blood oozes from it, onto Afton’s hand.]
“Uh…”
[He begins to stutter.]
“T-that’s not good.”
[The glove on Afton’s hand is sizzling. He pulls it out of frame and the footage cuts away, returning to the same angle of him standing in the room. His right hand is tucked away in the crook of his left arm, and seems to be covered in bandages. In his left hand is a spray bottle.]

“Alright, now we’re going to talk about helmets.”
[Camera cuts to Afton, standing next to a Freddy Fazbear helmet, pointed towards the camera. In his hand is a spray bottle.]
“Yeah, with these things you just want to keep them well moisturized. If you don’t, they… Uh, they start to peel.”
[Camera cuts to a close-up of what is presumably the same Freddy Fazbear helmet, now opened. There is a pink, tissue-like bulb on its endoskeletal “skull” that has not yet been identified.]
“These guys are like flowers.”
[Afton sprays water onto the pink substance, and begins to massage it.]
“Or like puppies. You need to pet them, and you gotta get all the water in there.”
[Afton continues to rub the mass, until his finger accidentally pokes a hole into the flesh, from which “blood” oozes. The Freddy helmet blinks, and opens its jaw. It moans.]
“Oh, shit…”
[Afton, stuttering-]
“C-cut, let’s do that one again. Get me a new one. Bonnie, Chica, I don’t fucking know, just get me one that’s not retarded.”
[He doesn’t talk for a few seconds.]
“Only one left? The hell did you do to the other three?”
[Silence, again. A faint voice is heard, though it’s indecipherable due to the tape’s deterioration and subsequent poor audio quality.]
“You’re shitting me.”
[The voice returns, murmuring something. Afton moves away from the helmet, leaving the camera's frame.]
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding. What’re we gonna do?”
[Afton stops talking for four seconds.]
“Alright, fine, cut.”
[The camera cuts back to Afton standing in the room, at the same shot and angle as before. He’s reading a paper in a bored, emotionless tone. In front of him are what appear to be black curtains with white horizontal stripes. It is difficult to discern their origin. ]
“That’s all we’ve got for today, but there are more fun and informative tapes on the way for you, fellow employees.
["Freddy Fun Fact: Your boss and your bosses' bosses aren't even the top of the chain!"]
"Thank you, and...”
[He stops, and looks up from the paper, at the camera.]
"I can't read this crap."
[The curtains bristle.]
["Hey, wait-"]
[The curtains close in front of Afton, and the tape ends.]

To this day, William Afton and the unidentified cameraman have never been found. The black curtains remain a mystery, as does the pink substance attached to the Freddy head. None of the surviving employees of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza seem to have been aware of the tape's existence, rendering its origin all the more inexplicable. Any potential evidence was lost when the restaurant burned down in 2023, and the case is now considered "cold".

-J. Krauss