Diary

22/11/87

"Why, hello there diary!"

"It is I, the elusive Aubergine Man!"

"Here I am, in the newest Freddy's location!"

"Boy, this place is roomy unlike-"

"I still miss Fredbear's Family Diner."

"I've heard that Old Sport is gonna apply for a job here tomorrow, a job he's obviously gonna get."

"I'm suprised that he still wants to work here after the shitshow from back in June, out in Colorado."

"He freed those kids last time, too."

"I bet hes here to try and reverse my work again."

"That orange bastard..."

"I'm sure glad he's not reading this."

"I'm gonna give him an offer on the 24th."

"I hope for his sake that he accepts it this time."

"If not..."

"Well, let's just that say I have big plans for this joint, heh heh heh..."

/END OF LOG/

23/11/87

"Why, hello there, diary!"

"It is I, the elusive Aubergine Man!"

"Tomorrow, I'll be offering Old Sport a job."

"I hope he accepts.

I'd hate to have to harm Old Sport..."

"I hope he'll make the right choice."

/END OF LOG/

24/11/87

There's several pages of angry garbled text.

But, there's a few lines that seem relatively intact.

"HE CHOSE PHONEY OVER ME.

I'VE BEEN BETRAYED."

"I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM.

I'M GONNA SPRINGLOCK HIM, I'M GONNA FUCKING SKIN HIM ALIVE."

"I THOUGHT WHAT WE HAD WAS SPECIAL.

I'M NOTHING BUT AN OLE DOGGO TO HIM."

"I'M GONNA KILL HIM."

/END OF LOG/