Whew a new story! I won't bother you up here but I will after this story! Please enjoy!

I still do not own any charcthers all credit goes to Scott Cawthon.

-This story will be told from Jermeys POV unless you are told so.-

I was floating again, looking down at the animtrotics as they greedly were shoving my body into one of their own. I had been forced to die again by an amuter player who didn't know how to get rid of Foxy. I looked away from the animtrotics not being able to watch them shove me into a suit again. My player had seemed to have closed the game since its been over half an hour. I was forced to leave the room as Mangles static filled my ears. You may think the after life is nice it may be except when your stuck in a game. I was forced to float down the main hall passing by a female with long clear hair that went down to her shoulders. Her dress flowed down to the ground even though she was five feet off of the ground. Her heart was a bright red and she just floated by me, lifeless. Her player must have been inactive for a month.

Your probably confused about us ghost. You see we weren't given personality's, voices. We have no way to speaking to the other players ghost. We become more transparent the longer our player is inactive. It was clear that her player hadn't been on for a while but no matter how long your player was gone your heart stayed full. There were three colors red, white, and black. Red meant the player was just playing this for fun. White ment that the player might be danger later on. The black meant that the player was playing to sastify some kind of craze. We weren't able to see our hearts in this state so we never knew our players intentions it was better that way. At least that's what the programming told us that mirrors don't work for us. That we had to make every move that the player said. That we must be forced to float in this state. Or else we would be wipied from the programming forever.

Oh, you probably thought I was the only one formed from the code. It was originally just me but then with updates our after life got more complicated. Sometimes we were forced to relive the painful past. Usually it was this lifeless floating though. I looked down as I passed by a ghost with a black bleeding heart. It was best to not look at the crazed insane looking players.

I heard a loud bang and I looked up to realize I was in a party room. A bright yellow chicken had her break pressed up agasint Ballon Boys in movable mouth. They were both bathed in blood, my blood. The sight disgusted me and I turned around and floated out of the room. I recognized this ghost his features now hard to make out. His faded name tag read Mike... I always felt like I had a special connection with this security guard. Maybe it was the code, perhaps I had some kind of emotions.

I was taken back to the security room. The programming told me this was a new player, night one. I heard the familiar ring of the phone it went on for a bit. It gave the player a chance to ignore the phone call but this player didn't press it. I was forced to move my arm and click the speaker on the phone. The famillar voice said the same information as he did. I bet his programming was boring after he finished his job. Through the phone call I was forced to check the tablet. Looking at each room flashing the light to exmaine the animtrotics. They were sastified once the one on the phone stopped talking. I flipped the camera to the game room and pressed the button to wind up the music box tell it was full. Then I put down the tablet to be jumped at by Toy Chica.

I returned to my floating state I floated out if the room not wanting to wait for the other animtrotics. It had been a minute before I was dragged back into another game session. Returning player, night two. The first night with Foxy, perfect. The phone rang but the player picked up the tablet and went straight to flipping through cameras. Stopping to wind up the music box. The faint sound of the recorded phone call coming through. The player put down the tablet to get an unexpected jump from a crimsion fox.

I was forced into a "mini game". I watched as Foxy walked out of a room of young children who were having a birthday party. He then proceed to walk out of the hall and into a different room. A purple man his features blurred walked into the room and I heard screams of the children as their young lives were ended. Then the purple man walked out of the room an ovbuis grin on his face. He was soaked in blood and stopped in the cornor. Pointing his finger towards the party room. Foxy walked into the hall upon seeing the purple man the crimsion fox rushed into the party room I was forced to follow.

Foxy stopped frozen in shock at the sight. There lay kids their eyes left wide opened, their bodies twisted in ways that shouldn't have been possible. They were all covered in their own blood along with their friends. One of them still bared the knife in the heart tears streaming down his face. The room stuck of death and betrayal. These kids had no players no after life. They were forced to celebrate with their friends than be brutally murdered. All they knew was pain and a breif happiness. Programmed for cruel reasons to represent something to the player.

It all turned to black and I was back at Freddy Fazbears Pizza. I was in my floating form I had ended up in the game room. A dangerous place where the puppet could sweep us up and put us into the animtrotics bodies. I turned and floated out of the room. I was dragged back into another game returning player, night 6. The phone began to ring and it was stopped by the player. They went to the tablet and flipped it to the game room. They wound up the music box then put down the tablet. They flashed on the light to be greeted be the crimsion fox. They flashed the light at the fox before winding up the music box. It went like that tell three am, the animtrotics switching spots. Unfortunaly they forgot to put on their mask to protrect them from the being built Chica.

So I returned to my floating form. As I floated out of the room the main hall was filled of lifeless floaters. It was always inactive during this time. I was always given the chance to dig through my programmed past. I closed my eyes and l let my memories flood my mind.

Woah what my imagination can accomplish! I will get to updating my other stories but this just seemed like a good idea I hope you guys like it to. If you'd like to see another chapter don't forget to favorite, follow, and review. Please pm me with suggestions or if you'd like to do a story collaboration. Those are always fun. Also don't forget to vote on my new poll on my profile page.

Until next time!

~Cindy Foxies