The small boy looked at his pale hands whilst sobbing. All the grime on the window of Fredbear's Diner had dirtied his hands, making him look like a beggar. But was that really far from the truth? He begged his parents and sometimes even random strangers to take him to the diner, but nothing ever came from it. He just wanted to see the revolutionary invention- the two animatronics. The boy loved science and wanted to marvel at the genius of the engineers, this was a revolution after all! But his parents didn't agree. They called the animatronics "The devil's work" and despised his passion for the sciences. Whenever they walked passed the diner they made a cross symbol with their fingers and would shun anyone who went inside.

More tears stained his face as he watched the lone animatronic, Freddy, serve cake to all the children inside. The boy envied them. Those unsophisticated fools didn't even think about all the work put into making just that one animatronic; they just wanted more cake. He watched Freddy sprint around (the other animatronic was no-where to be seen) as the flurry of emotions surged around his body. Tears kept streaming from his eyes as his anger turned to despair. He wished he had his little music box with him.

He didn't even notice the car pull up behind him until a friendly voice said: "Hey, are you okay?"

The small boy whirled round to see a tall man in purple clothes crouched down next to him. The man had kind eyes that urged him to tell the truth. What harm would it be anyway?

"I want to go in the diner but my parents won't let me!" He wailed.

"Ah," The man in purple said, smiling sympathetically, "adults tend to do silly things like this."

"Why?" The boy asked, intrigued.

"Because..." he shoved his hand in his pocket, "Of things like this!" The boy only had time to notice to the glint of metal at the man's pocket before he crumpled to the floor.

Freddy, no longer with an assignment, stood motionless near the window. His glassy eyes recorded the scene, not grasping the meaning. The tall man in purple slowly raised his head and noticed the animatronic "watching" and waved the bloody knife, smiling. Freddy cocked his head, an action he had seen humans do when they did not compute something. At the back of his mind, he did a small analysis.

[SMALL HUMAN MALE FALL- RED METAL-EXPRESSION NO.2:SMILE ON HUMAN MALE=NEGATIVE PROTOCOL]

[NEGATIVE PROTOCOL=STOP]

It took him a few seconds to generate this, but he shook his head, another thing he had seen humans doing. It was grinding and slow, but a shake of the head none the less. He changed the line of code to this:

[SMALL HUMAN MALE FALL-RED METAL-EXPRESSION NO.2:SMILE ON HUMAN MALE=FATAL INJURY]

[FATAL INJURY=DEATH]

A small part of his animatronic mind experienced an odd malfunction...almost like...

[CONTINUE ASSIGNMENT]

The message interrupted his analysis, all data about the malfunction and the boy cleared from his RAM. Supposedly.