Every single step he took made his various animatronic parts grind against each other, generating a horrible noise that reverberated in the black room he was in. He remembered nothing. Nothing was in his mind, if he even had one. Stopping his movement, his robotic eyes scanned the room, finding nothing but a mass of light shining down from the ceiling and a single, black item in the center of it. He couldn't comprehend what it was, not at the distance he was at.

He began towards the unknown item, stopping when he felt something burst from his upper chest. Derelict pieces of his exoskeleton started to fall off. Deciding to ignore his failing body, he resumed towards the light. After a minute or so of ungainly steps he felt the same feeling resurface. He felt his 'skin' start to stretch and tear, giving way to whatever wanted out. Looking down he scanned the foreign entity. A smaller version of the black item under the light was set on its head. Two circular lumps flanked it, resting on top of a pair of empty sockets and a muzzle. A multitude of razor-sharp teeth adorned his open snout. Raising his hand to his eyes, he found a similarity between the tips of his fingers and the thing's teeth. He concluded with what little comprehension he had of his current predicament that these things were smaller versions of him.

He felt more tearing through his torso with their teeth, a low growling emanating from them. He knew nothing of pain, of agony. In fact, he knew nothing of feeling. Witnessing these creatures try to leave him did not disturb him; it did not faze him in the slightest. He continued his way to the light, the heads still failing to fully erupt from him.

Stopping abruptly he heard a strange whirring sound, followed by scraping and groaning sounds. He didn't see anything, but his scanners in his eyes detected a body like shape to the side of him. Turning around he faced the creature, and saw that it was in the same state of ruin as him. It looked charred, and it reeked of smoke and decay. Inspecting it closer it had fleshy parts to it, encased by many endoskeleton parts. Its hand reached towards the hat, its fingers almost grazing the ebony rim.

He limped over and grabbed the thing by the throat, raising it up with his great strength. He thrust his hand into its chest, drilling through with its fingertips. It struggled against its grasp and thrashed around. It was hopeless, though, as the miniature heads began to tear into its abdomen. Metal and tissue alike were crushed and torn apart easily. Its neck finally snapped under his grip. He tossed the completely ravaged animatronic to the floor, its body unable to hold itself together and fell apart.

Turning back to the black item, he reached towards it. He grabbed it and, carefully watching his fingers, placed it on top of his head. He turned towards the animatronic he had just killed, and smiled.