*Hello! Due to high demand, I am re-writing the story so far in actual literary format. Hopefully you enjoy it just as much as before*

A new face appeared at Freddy Fazbear's today. I saw the manager walking around with a young man who had been given the uniform of the night security guard. I sat quietly in my chair holding my music box. The children no longer desired to play with me. They only wanted to see Freddy and his friends sing and dance. It was their show and I just did as I was commanded. I never got a good look at his face, as his back was to me. The manager was pointing out the layout in case of a fire emergency on the wall. Night guards never lasted long at Freddy's. The normal average was about five nights with the occasional person making seven nights. It was no "concern" of mine as I stayed in my room, laying in my box or playing with the stuffed animals.

The one who controls the box has the ability to pose their will on me. It's what I am programmed to do. The children usually make me dance to whatever song they (or at least they attempt to) sing. But as soon as I serve their food, all interest in me is lost. The manager walks him by my sitting form and I feel a slight 'bump' as the newest staff member's arm connects with my shoulder but no reaction is given. He starts to apologize but my manager laughs.

"Don't apologize to a lifeless shell. She's a members of the animatronics too."

The young man made a noise of shock and then followed the higher up away. That's right. I'm an animatronic. I'm not alive in the same way a human can be. Their blood and oxygen are replaced with my wires and circuits. I lifted my head to focus on the man I could only assume would be there later that night. He mistook me for a human girl to the point where he felt bad for bumping into me? This man was definitely different.

Night came as it always did. I heard the door open and close, signaling that someone had entered the building. I poke my head out, staring into the blank eyes of the stuffed animals on the prize counter. I see my music box, slowly being turned by the mechanical attachment on the wall. He's following the instructions left to him. I always wanted to know what was said about my purpose as well as the box.

Then again, it was in my coding to be curious. But is it honestly curiosity if it's what I'm told to do? My identity was predetermined and yet, I always felt like a child on the inside. Visions often danced through my head but I do not understand their origin. My family members do not have the same issues. But that new technology installed still set them off. I was never upgraded. More than likely it was because my maintenance was always low on the priority list.

Tonight I was tired of sitting and looking at the same old walls. I want to roam the halls like everyone else. I want to meet him. He doesn't know that the music box is mine. My presence will not be known as I will keep myself hidden. At some point, our introduction will come to fruition. Slowly, I open and close my door and crawl down the hallway to the main corridor. There are a few flashes from what I know to be the flashlight on the desk. My mask protects the circuits in my eyes from tweaking. It's helpful during the shows and while I serve the children and their families.

I take my seat on the floor and look around the corner towards the source of the illumination. I cannot make out the features on his face but I can hear his muttering. I hear some footsteps near me and look up to meet the eyes of Chica, the newer model. She looks down at me, more than likely scanning my mask before continuing her walk down the hall. They never pay me too much mind. I'm not important enough and they can overpower me at any second.

I sat and watched him work, various members of my "family" wandering by me. It seemed all too soon when the clock chimed, signaling 6am had finally come. He quickly gathered his belongings as the others went back to their respective places. This was my chance! I quickly crawled down the hall, hoping to catch a glance at his face. But by the time I reached the side wall of his desk, he was gone.

Part of my circuits reacted in an odd fashion. I shrugged and turned to return to my dwelling. He'd be back tomorrow night. At the same time, I couldn't help but ask myself why this guard intrigued me so much.

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