*Silver*
6 years later...
I slipped on my jacket and shoes.
"Jordan hurry up" I complained.
"I'm coming, I'm coming" Jordan panted when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He looked like a police officer, blue shirt, tie, belt, black pants, black shoes. I slipped on his jacket and grabbed the keys as we walked out the door. I ran to the car and jumped in. Jordan rolled his eyes and huffed and I waited excitedly in the car. He opened the car door and got in, he started it and we started driving down the road.
"What if they don't remember me?" I asked, as I stopped bouncing on the seat. Jordan shrugged,
"You'll just have to get used to it then. Those animatronics they don't remember much, but I'm sure that on remembers you" Jordan said.
"Goldy? He's probably mad at me for being a year late" I sighed. Jordan huffed,
"I'm sure he'll be ok" He said. I shrugged as we pulled into the parking lot. I slowly got out and so did Jordan. It lightly started to snow since it was mid-December. We slowly walked in to the dark building. I swallowed hard as we walked through the party room. Something was bugging me. When I looked at the stage all three were glaring at me. I looked at them for a couple seconds but then I disappeared down the hallway.
We made our way into the office and Jordan sat down on the chair. He grabbed the tablet and started to look.
"So what am I supposed to do?" I wondered.
"Close the doors" Jordan said. I shrugged. "Right" Jordan panicked, I quickly ran over and closed the right door. I heard beating on the door but then it stopped.
"Is it gone?" I asked. Jordan nodded and I opened the door. But Jordan was wrong. In came two human like robots from the left door and the held Jordan in his chair.
"Hey let go" Jordan struggled. I was about to run over and held him but something grabbed the back of my shirt and slammed me on the ground. My vision blurred for a second but then I could see clearly.
"Chica" I growled.
"Oh hey" She said sarcastically. "So happy to see you've come back" Chica held me down with her foot, then two more robots came in dragging me over to the door. One held down my head, the other sat on my chest and held down my arms.
"Hey, what's the big idea!" I snapped. I growled but then my eyes looked up, and I had just realized my neck was exactly where the door came down at.
"No, don't do it!" Jordan screamed. I just lied there, lifeless. I couldn't do anything. I couldn't move, and a hard, sharp, heavy object was about to come down on my fragile throat. I swallowed, and just stared at it.
"The others are by the stage. Still trying to remember who you are, isn't it sad?" Chica questioned. Words couldn't come out, I just kept staring up. "You gonna talk pipsqueak!?"
I didn't respond.
"Answer me!" Chica demanded. But I couldn't, words were unable to come out. "Fine then."
"No!" Jordan screamed, but it was too late. Chica had already pressed the button.