CH 1
One year. That's how long you can pretend nothing can go wrong. At least for us I mean. Freddy, Bonnie, and the rest had put it all behind them. I just went on acting like none of it was bothering me. I had no soul, I didn't even have tears. It was just the coolant leaking out from all the strain. What was left of that Golden suit was burned and it seemed it would all be normal. At least for being who we are it was. Foxy and I were a big attraction for the kids. I must say I think I felt.. joy. We were all happy, but that was daytime. At night we all grieved about what we had done. All the lives they took, and all the things I might have done. For one year we lied to ourselves saying we were happy just to entertain the children. For one year we just existed, unknown and without any real truth. Freddy was like me, just a pawn for Golden Freddy. He had the costume, and I had the skeleton. What he did was burned into every inch of my framework. But all I could do was feel what little emotion I could. I was just a machine.
One year was all it took for my wishes to break the heart I never had.
I woke up in the night, surrounded by darkness. I could make out the empty eyes of the spare suits. I was in the offstage storeroom. I could barely move and I think my ventilation was thoroughly clogged. But I realized I was in pain. But it wasn't my head. It was my body. I had no way to feel yet I felt a crushing pain. I felt my chest and it was... sticky. I looked to my fin like hands and watched the crimson red liquid crawl out of every seam. I screamed, but the only thing to leave my mouth was a choked gurgling sound. I wished for once I could truly cry. My glass eyes lay on the table and I saw blood slowly run off them. I looked at my arms hoping to see that someone had just poured paint on me, but I saw flesh peek out of the joints. My comically long arms had ripped the limb in half exposing my already metal skeleton digging into it. I was living my nightmare, and I felt genuine fear. I also felt nauseous, I had real emotions but I looked at the price. A child dead, and stuffed into me. I was a monster in anyone's eyes. I clawed at myself frantically trying to get free of this disgusting suit. But my program stopped me :NOT ALLOWED WITHOUT A SUIT:
I was stuck here with a poor child's corpse lining the inside of my body. It had already stained the rubbery skin outside my suit. I had no eyes in my head other than the ones housed in my endoskeleton and looked the way I did a year ago. I had a soul and it woke up broken. I looked with the void that was my eyes at the shadow of gold that laughed at me in that hollow demonic voice. I wanted to rip him apart, but as I stood up twitching with blood and flesh stiffening my skeleton, he vanished. I was left there staring into the security camera, hoping it would never turn on. The red light turned on, blinked off and went on just as quickly. I must have looked like a monster, because the light never left me and I was stuck in place as the blood hardened around my joints. I had been given real life, and at the same time I wished I could die. I was just a toy for his amusement. A toy stuffed with his choice of stuffing. The camera went of at 3:00 AM. And there were still three hours left.
