The human's eyes were tightly closed and his breath was short. He was sweating, making his thick, black hair stick to his face. He had the beginning of a beard on his defined chin and jawline. I was unmoving for at least a minute, poised to chomp on the man, but I was studying him. I felt the burning passion of hatred I had for humans slowly subside. He opened his eyes and looked me fearfully in my robotic eyes. The human's irises were a mesmerizing, deep brown. My gaze couldn't break from them.
There was the noise of an animatronic entering the vents. By the sound of it, it was old Bonnie. I became worried that they would kill the human. I looked around, trying to find something to do. When I looked back, the man was trying to slip away. I couldn't have that, so I hit him over the head. He collapsed unconscious, blood trickling down his forehead. Had I hit him that hard? I worried. Bonnie was getting closer, too close for comfort. I remembered a safe area that the other characters couldn't reach. Quickly, I wrapped myself carefully around the human and carried him as I walked on the ceiling. I reached the party room where I usually stay broken in the corner. I removed a panel in the ceiling and climbed up. There was an area where I could place the man without him falling through the thin panels. I delicately set him down and left to find some restraints.
Back in the office, old Bonnie was standing near the vent, staring at the desk. Foxy was in the room, having just walked in from the hall. They looked up at me as I passed, the radio voice sputtering randomly. It was only five in the morning. They were curious as to why the security guard was gone and where his corpse was. Foxy turned and slowly limped away. I rummaged through the desk, something none of us ever did. Old Bonnie moved his faceless head to the side, red eyes glowing brightly. I ignored him and grabbed supplies. Bonnie did not question what I was doing, and eventually went away. He probably thought I was trying to find a part to fix myself with. I returned to the man, who was still on 'off' mode. I taped his mouth shut to prevent him from screaming and exposing our location. I bound the man's legs together and his wrists together. His tied wrists were also around a thick, metal pipe. I moved his body so he sat against the wall in a hopefully comfortable position. I heard the clock strike six and I had to go back to my lonely corner. I climbed down and dropped to floor in the same position as always.
The entire day, I was thinking about my human. The performance of Toy Freddy and his acquaintances played all day. The small children didn't take me apart as much as the normally did, but still messed around with me. Near the end of the day, I heard the human groan. He'd been asleep all this time? I thought. I must've hit him very hard. I couldn't wait for the children to leave. I didn't even care that most of the staff were still in the restaurant, I still went in the ceiling early. I made my way to the man, who was awake. He saw me heading towards him and attempted to scream, his eyes wide. It was muffled by the tape. He yanked at the ropes and struggled violently. In no time, I was right in front of him and he stopped moving. The human's beautiful brown eyes darted around, trying to figure out a way to escape.
I reached out and moved a short lock of black hair from the man's face. He backed away from me. I spoke in my staticy voice, the words skipping around a bit.
"My-y h-human-n," I said, stroking the side of his face.
He shivered, breathing heavily. Once more, he pulled away from me, obviously not wanting me to touch him. I tilted my head and opened my jaws. My human fearfully stared at my teeth, most likely wondering if I was going to bite him. The strange squealing of the radio in my voice box played for a few seconds as I was trying to speak. I stopped it.
"I will-ill not-t hurrrt y-you. Yo-ou arrre m-my-y hu-uman-n," I tried to explain.
