Prologue
First Meeting

It was extremely quiet in the unlighted room. How? How in the hell did I get myself into this this time? The words ran through the man's mind. None of the four present within the four walls spoke or moved, besides one who was nervously twiddling his pale, long fingers. He was trying to get himself to stop shaking, to stop feeling this anxious. The three who had invited him to come practically dragged him there. There was no way that the man could have denied joining them in the room he was currently in.

Fearing for his life, he glanced up when he heard metal creaks coming towards him. The sound being produced was haunting, and made him feel even more terrified for what was about to happen. A dim light flicked on, revealing a shadow on the wall. The man glanced up, feeling sick to his stomach with anxiety. He couldn't believe this was happening, nonetheless that he'd gotten himself into it.

"Hello, son. We heard you were trying to tell staff about us," came a deep voice, "and we don't like that."
The man stared at the towering creature looking at him, staring down at him. Looking as if he was about to crush him. Spare me. He thought, closing his eyes in terror. He couldn't make the colors out very well in this light, but before him stood something brown.

"Oh, the animatronics are so bad. The animatronics tried to kill me! Y'know, that ain't entirely true," the bot said scornfully. "We merely think you're an endoskeleton. Didn't the phone guy tell you?" He snickered.

Behind him two more shadows appeared, along with red and violet eyes appearing from seemingly nowhere.
"Well, these two think you are, anyway." The bot said, looking away in boredom.
"Not our fault that our programs were damaged." Came a softer, but still hard voice. "We can hardly tell the difference at night."

"Listen, son; I don't think they told you how we work. We adapt to personalities. We feel emotions in a more severe way. Those emotions can destroy us, just like they can destroy you." The animatronic pressed one brown finger to the man's chest. He was scared speechless, but still listened.

"Have you ever felt anger?" The gentlier voice came glitchily, "It's scary and compelling. It is like an apple burning, but quickly; the speed so fast it can catch you off guard. It hurts you the most, but it also hurts the air around it, as it becomes foggy, choking others and slowly killing them." The man shook like a leaf at the description. "It's what some of us have felt for years."

"Maybe you can understand a little more now that it isn't our goal to kill you. Damaged programs can lead to... well, a lot of stuff. My two friends here were trying to help you by stuffing you in a costume. Someone we used to know," the red eyes frowned at this mention, "was full of spirit. Then emotions tore down everything he knew of."
"I wish I knew who you were talking about," the red eyes rolled in irritation.

"Emotions led to all of us doing awful things." The violet eyes darted away, seeming ashamed. "All of us." She seemed to be reliving past memories for a moment as she frowned at the ground. He noticed the glitchiness was far more evident in her voice than in the other two. What happened to the voicebox?

"So next time you want to tell staff, I'll tear your head straight off your shoulders." The deep-voiced, brown bot threatened, making the man flinch and snap back into reality away from his thoughts. "We won't stuff you if you keep your mouth shut. Keep your words to yourself, and your body will stay in one piece. Got it?"
The man just nodded quickly, only now his realizing his breath came out in near wheezes. He swallowed hard, trying to recollect himself.
He seemed to have a better understanding, except for one thing:
What did these three do in the past?

"U-um, if I c-can ask something?" The man stuttered. He could hardly believe he dared to ask this. The leader bot's blue eyes stared intensely and turned back to him as he'd just backed off, and he just nodded briskly.
"What exactly did you all do here before?" He asked.
The three sets of eyes glanced at each other, seeming surprised at the man's sudden interest.
"Well Mike Schmidt, it's a long story," the yellow she-bot said. "But we've got six hours to burn, right?"

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Hello if you're reading this. This story is basically based around the Bite of '87 and the events that lead and happened afterwards, so if you're into that you'll probably like reading this. I understand this prologue is fairly short, but Chapter 1 will be much longer, I promise! FNAF2 is not in this timeline. Thanks for reading!

~RL