( My pov )
I quietly sat down on my bed in the security office for Freddy Fazbear's pizza. Now a lot of you are wondering why I have a bed in a pizzeria. Well to make a long story short, I started working at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza as a night guard looking after the animatronics. Who apparently wanted me dead. After a week of outwitting outrunning, and getting majorly hurt the animatronics changed their minds. Of course that was only if I stayed in the pizzeria at all times. which was fine with me. That was a few months ago and some things have changed since then. For one thing the animatronics like me now. And for another my legs have healed from the close stuffing I got . Unfortunately the sucky thing was that I wouldn't be able to run. Heck I'm glad to be able to walk at all. but there were drawbacks. Like now when Foxy decided that tonight would be a group night to play tag. which meant that if I was tagged, and I was, I would be it for a long while. I sighed and got up and stepped forward preparing to try and fail to tag someone else, when all of the sudden the floor that should have held my weight all of a sudden gave out from under me. The last thing I thought was" Well there goes THAT game of tag.