I sat in the attic of this old pizzeria wondering if I would ever see the day that this
old shack would be locked down for good.
So many innocent children have died here.
So many lost souls still wandering in the darkness.
So many lost souls calling out for their moms and dads.
They will never see them again, I'm afraid.
Their bodies lay mutilated in those walking carcasses.
Never to see the light of day again.
Poor things.
Is slowly get up from my hiding place.
I walk down a ladder and search with my empty sockets.
My empty sockets.
They took me apart.
They struck me until I turned from golden to blue.
Maybe I won't ever see the light.
Unless these windows are cleaned.
The happy-go-lucky gang.
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy.
All cozy on their stages.
While I'm left to roam like a sick animal.
Why am I abandoned?
Why am I forgotten?
What did I do to deserve this?
Did I murder someone?
Foxy killed a child, but he was just put off show.
My golden exterior is stained with red.
Maybe I did kill someone?
Or did someone use my suit?
I might never know.