Hmm...odd that I still am able to reminisce. I think as I blantly walk down the halls of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The Night Guard has left the place, and we animatronics are free for about an hour until management shows up. This gives me time to roam arond, which is nice. Almost 30 years...how intriguing I still remember it all. Chica is blantly wandering around, as...slutty...as usual, for lack of a better term. "Mind piping it down with the partying? At least until the festivities start?" Chica sees me and stops, doing a curt, but mechanical, bow. The animatronics fear me. I do remember my past, and I do know what happened. I go to the show stage. Crying child posters are on the walls, as I instructed. "Excellent, Freddy...you've proven yourself once again." I say. Freddy nods, then continues on to prepare the party hats, even though no one but ourselves will be here. Everyone suddenly stops as I, the Marionette, my broken, withered mask, and all else, ascend onto the stage. "Animatronics, it has been 30 years since my murder..." I say, deprecately. "And I remember it closely. Listen now, my fellow animatronics, it's story time. Bring in the toys. And Bonnie, I do hope you could re-assemble Mangle best you could...the poor lad. Then again, that little girl did deserve it." The toy animatronics from an old location are brought out of a secret underground chamber Freddy carved one night. Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica emerge, broken down. Mangle crawls out. "Listen well, animatronics, for it's time for my story."