A faint whirring sound interrupted my sleep. I snapped to reality, where I could no longer feel anything and where I was starting to see blurred colors instead of darkness. I blinked a few times. It was real. I was seeing through my own eyes!

Or at least, I thought they were mine. The colors cleared out to shape a tattered dull wall. I must've been staring at a ceiling. I groaned, and twitched my fingers to make sure I could move.

Gaining enough strength, I managed to sit myself up and find myself on the ground in a room with nothing but a few other animatronics, each damaged, lonely, and lifeless. I knew these robots like I knew the back of my hand. One was the Balloon Boy – a small, childish, but friendly animatronic who used to be one of my friends. Another was the Marionette – a creepy but caring robot who really did look out for me. Then there were four other robots – the toys – four kind and protective but timid robots who were the ones that saved my life too many times.

I sighed at the sad sight. These six were once my happy, friendly, caring friends, but now they're all dead. Lifeless, and forever not able to be saved. Suddenly my energy faded, and I collapsed against the corner. I sat slumped against the wall, clueless to what was going on, what happened to my friends, and where I was.

All I could move by then was my eyes. I felt a strange sticky thing on my face. With all my extra energy, I managed to move my hand to my cheek where my fingers met my fur. As I brushed against the strange stuff on my face, I realized that this came from my eyes, and it was a dried up oil trail.

Oily tears. My arm fell again, and I noticed a few pieces of broken glass nearby. With all my strength, I strained myself to see into the glass at my reflection. Staring back at me was a broken, tattered old black cat animatronic slumped against the corner, with midnight black stained skin, and eyes black as night with only a small white pupil in one eye.

I fell back once again, and bit back a devastating screech of anger, shock, and depression. Emotions swirled through my mind, drowning out all possible sounds from outside with horrid thoughts of what could end up happening to us all. I had no idea where the others were, apart from these dead six staring straight back at me with stale eyes. Although it was a miracle to be alive again, there was still worse things going on that made my life seem irrelevant. Where was I?

And who turned me on? If I could remember anything, it was my death. I remember getting involved in something that included the other four, and then I had a strange vision of an irregular man who suddenly laughed in my face and shut me off. How did we even get here? And who put us here?

I stared at my left arm. The entire piece was ripped off of me, and only my shoulder remained from my left arm. My right foot was missing as well, and so was the end of my tail, many bits of skin, and a few minor pieces to my systems. Oil swelled up in my eyes, and I let it fall. I sniffled and began to cry.

"Katie…"

I jolted up, nearly to my feet, and stared around the room in utter fear. Who just said my name? And where were the others? Was there even a chance someone was calling my name, or was it just a hallucination? Could it be an employee that would finally set me free?

"Katie…"

I was getting scared now. I'd already freaked out mentally, and I was just getting ready to spaz out physically. I felt myself getting tense. I whipped my head around to view all corners of the room, but there was no life anywhere else here but me.

"Katie…"

Finally, I freaked out. "What?! What do you want from me?!" My breathing intensified and I almost jumped to my feet and ran away, if only I could.

"Katie… Come… with me… I… want to show you something… Come… Follow… me…"

"Yeah, I can't exactly do that right now!" I screamed and felt a strange tickling feeling on my left foot. Frightened and angry, I slammed my foot against the wall to stop the weird feeling, but it wouldn't go away. The voices intensified.

"Katie…"

"Come…"

"Let me take you away…"

"Come with me…"

"I will show you…"

"Help…"

"Save them…"

"Help them…"

"You… can't…"

"Come…"

"Katie…"

"Please…"

"Help…"

"I want to go home…"

"Follow me…"

"Come…"

"Katie…"

The voices… they were horrible. Helpless, in need, scared, depressed, shocked, angry… They scared me half to death. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand any of it. That was it, the last time…

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD! LEAVE ME ALONE!" I screeched and kicked my legs as if there were a million spiders trying to get to me. Then I burst with tears and shrieks and slammed my head against the wall as a painful attempt to make the voices go away. But they wouldn't go away.

"STOP! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!" I shrieked. I didn't care anymore what happened to me. I just wanted the madness to end. Someone help me, anyone. I could care less what or who saved me, or what happened, all I wanted was this to end before I went insane.

Suddenly a faint creak sounded and the voices cleared away. I directed my attention to the rusted old metal door in the middle of the wall, where the doorknob was held down, and there was a slight crack in between the door and its frame. As the door drew nearer to me, the creaking sound grew clearer. Feeling a pang of excitement, I nearly jumped up, but instead leaned closer to watch what could possibly be my savior walk in. But something unusual happened – actually, compared to what happened to me, this was beyond weird.

The door suddenly swung wide open, revealing a shower of dust that powdered my eyes and fogged my vision, and also, an empty doorway. No one was there. I hesitated for a minute before deciding to play dead. Maybe if this was some ghost or something, they would go away if I tried to blend in. But then a sinister voice cackled and within seconds I blacked out.


Hey! So, just a few things I forgot to mention in the first chapter.

First off, this story is not a prequel or sequel to anything. The past is yet to be revealed. Second, I obviously own nothing in this story except for my own OC. And no, there is no shipping in this. Also, my bad for any spelling/grammar mistakes, and for any parts of the story that turn out crappy. I try on this, yet it a lot of times ends up weirder than I expected. My writing is terrible .-. But, this is only my first story, so any positive reviews would be appreciated ^_^ Thanks!
~ ThatOneObsessiveWriter