What.

The.

Fuck.

A yellow eye opened, noticing thin shafts of light filtering in from the charred boards above. To be precise, thin shafts of sunlight.

What had happened? Slowly, the black bear rose itself from the ground, a pounding in its head. It's mechanical joints creaked as it walked, stumbling on the first couple of steps. The main black color was mostly unchanged, as the ash color was similar to the seared remains of the trap pizzeria, but her lighter highlights on her muzzle and chest were darker around the edges, and slightly less shiny looking. Lefty's good eye scanned the area around her, taking notice of the soot and ashes that littered the entire pizzeria. The remainder of the tables were collapsed, the wood burnt and blackened. Dust motes were clear in the air, and the entire pizzeria was tinted yellow in the sun's first light, giving an unsettling ethereal effect to the scorched pizzeria

But that wasn't what Lefty noticed. She noticed the lack of sound in the pizzeria, the silence that hung heavy over the establishment. It was never silent- there was always some backup generator or fan running, but there wasn't any of that now. The fire couldn't have gotten to all of the tech, she previously reasoned, as she was still alive and kicking. Inside of the bear suit, a striped mechanical hand scrabbled for purchase in the interior of the suit. It curled into a fist and knocked against the front of the suit. The hard plastic wouldn't budge at all, but the voltage and lullaby music that would come whenever she offered any resistance didn't come.

Her fucking internal music box didn't play.

Lefty, as she was now called, stumbled back. The memories began to hit her, and they hit like a speeding train. Little blurs of what had happened came back to her, each one growing quickly clearer by the second. The guard. The labyrinth. The voice on the intercom. The fire. And on top of the thought pile, standing on newfound legs, was a thought that hadn't been mentioned in years-

"Dad."

Her voice was still stuck in the whispery tone that had come with the new suit. It wasn't her own voice. Her voice was quiet but it strained itself, trying to make sure that it was heard. Lefty's voice was content with staying quiet and complacent, nothing more. She spoke clearly at the old pizzeria, the one where this entire ghost in suits business had started. For once, she felt grateful towards the voice that Lefty had, a non-intrusive sound. The silence was her friend as confusion reigned supreme in her mind, wrapping itself around her and her thoughts, trapping them together in their own little bubble shut off from the rest of the universe-

And that's why it felt like the world shattered when a sharp, metallic sound came from the hallway. She froze, like a deer in headlights, as the scraping sound git closer. All of her senses were so focused on the hallway, trying to make out something in the shadows that she didn't realize something creeping up behind her, until something hit her over the head, hard.

Yet again, the world went dark.