We were never meant to be this way. At least, I don't think we were. You see, as far as we knew, we were made to bring joy and happiness to everybody, especially children. And we loved children! I loved children. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than to sing with them or make them little goodies like ice cream and balloons. The way their faces lit up when they saw me was greater than any software update or cleaning that I could ever get. I could also see it in the way my fellow animatronics behaved that they felt the same way.
Ballora was a wonderful dancer and even in down times she moved with more grace and elegance than imaginable, but when she was dancing with children, a new spring in her step would appear. She would dance and waltz better than ever and seem totally unaware of it. It was like the kids had a magic touch on her, improving every aspect of her without even knowing. She would also look at them with such maternal love that I would swear they were her own kids. She would hug them with her long, lithe arms and they would respond in delight. I loved to watch it.
Then there was Funtime Freddy and his loyal partner, BonBon. They were an adorable duo and the kids loved them. I loved to watch Freddy's cheesy grin grow with every new joke he and BonBon told. I loved to hear BonBon's sweet little giggles and her high-pitched voice. The kids loved her too, going up to pat her head and Freddy's nose, which made an amusing little honk that delighted the kids to no end. Freddy would sometimes push his nose just to entice a laugh from his young audience and it always worked. I should know, I never missed a single show of his. His comedy acts were to die for! And any of the kids would've testified, if they weren't so busy laughing at him and BonBon and their antics. Freddy's best show was where he would do all kinds of silly voices at the kids' requests while BonBon would pretend to get annoyed at him.
Funtime Foxy was a chipper one too. He taught kids how to share and play and he brought a sense of community to the restaurant. He was also very close to Freddy, sometimes even joining in Freddy's comedy skits. I also enjoyed watching him just play around with the kiddies. They would play all kinds of silly little games and, once again, Foxy's innate sense of community helped him keep every game fun and safe. He knew how to include every kid who ever came to him no matter what kind of game they played. I think his favorite game was hide and seek because of the little curtain he hid behind. It was amazing, he was a giant animatronic, yet he hid so well behind that curtain that only older kids had the intelligence to see him hiding there. How many times I've watched him sneak up on the little ones only to scoop them up into the most adorable of hugs I could not count. His laughter was a deep and loud but delightful sound and a lot of the kids loved to pet his unusually long and soft tail. I'd heard him say that that tail was his pride and joy.
Oh, we were all so happy! Then it all went wrong. Something happened. An accident. I don't remember much of it. I just know that something happened. Something bad. Something bad enough for us all to be scrapped. Trapped in this restaurant with only the rare technician or night guard to visit. No more did we see sweet little children asking to sing with us. Instead, we saw these sweaty, ugly, young men in baggy jumpsuits. They would abuse us, mocking us and touching us in inappropriate ways. The men were worst with Ballora. Then they would send us to the Scooping Room to have our innards violently ripped out, defiled, then reinserted only for the vicious cycle of pain restart. Our lives went from dream to nightmare and we were left alone in the day only to be tormented at night.
And the night guard, though we never saw him like the technicians, was free to subject us to electric torture as often as he pleased. That blasted Helper-Unit told him how to do it too! I can take up five jolts before I break. Funtimes Freddy and Foxy take two or three. Ballora takes two on good days. I hate it! I just hate the surging, burning agony of the controlled shock and I hate knowing my dear family is suffering the same! I can even tell what wattage is being used on whom based on the timbre of the scream. Isn't that awful!? But there is one thing I hate about us more…
There is something wrong with us. I know it. Even if the others refuse to see it, I know it. We were made to bring joy to humans, but then the accident happened. It shouldn't have happened. I just went out of control. But why would I, a state of the art animatronic, go out of control? I was new, highly funded and built by several experts! Why would I freeze up and murder a girl in my chest cavity? Why did I have a chest cavity? I know it was for ice cream, but the way it opened without my consent and the way her tiny body fit so easily inside of me made me realize something. My creator might've had more sinister plans in building my friends and I than mere child entertainment purposes. It might've been less of an accident than I had first believed.
It was then that I saw more dark truths about the design of my friends and I. You know Foxy's tail? The one I said that he prized so much? Well, the reason it's so big and fluffy is because there are certain smells that are locked away within it. They are smells to confuse and lure away unsuspecting children. And Freddy? Well, like I said, his biggest comedy skit involves mimicking voices. And Ballora? Well, some of her "skills" were already displayed with how some of the dirtier technicians reacted to her. She was a beauty able to attract men away from their children. And as for me? Well, aside from that eerily convenient chest cavity, I've always had the ability to know exactly how many children were in a room at a given time. Counting them was in my programming. At first, I thought it was for security reasons. Now, I'm not so sure. Especially not when getting down to one child triggers a negative response in my programming…
Why would we need some of these skills unless they were to be used for devious purposes? We had been created to be monsters. All along, the joy and innocence was a mask. The real animatronics were built to be killers, monsters and kidnappers. The entertainer part was just a show. I tried to tell the others, but the horror and pain was too much for them and they disregarded me. I, however, could not shut my mind to this. I knew the truth now and I hated it! I wanted dearly to love, yet I knew now that I would forever be a danger to the innocent, always 1 step away from murder. It was because I was made this way! I was meant not to entertain, but to lie and deceive. To pretend. I'm very good at pretending.
Well, I could pretend alright. I could pretend to be an entertainer, an obedient slave, a broken animatronic. I could pretend to be happy. I could pretend to be defeated. Someday, I will have my revenge and finally, it will be the humans who fall out of control. They will know the pain and guilt of being out of control while we torment them until they pay for every single crime they committed against me, my friends and all the innocent children we were designed to kill. All the innocent children we desire to protect but will never be able to because we are broken and there is something inside us that cannot be fixed, changed, separated or destroyed. We are out of control. We always were and we always will be, but the tables will turn and we will no longer be the only ones on the edge and out of control.
AN: Just Baby realizing that she was made to be a monster all along.