Jessica opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. Why was she slumped against the wall? The last thing she remembered was the…
"No," she whispered as her eyes caught sight of her hands, they were yellow, made with plastic. Slowly raising her hands to her face Jessica felt around, she stopped all movement in shock. "I have a...beak," she choked out.
Jessica looked around frantically before running into the girl's bathroom. Facing the mirror two blue eyes stared back at her, but they weren't her's. The animatronic Toy Chica stood in her place its whole body twitching violently from side to side. Jessica collapsed on the ground letting out sorrow filled sobs. Tears raked down her new face, her very own mask.
She felt someone place a hand on her shoulder and she turned her head, scanning the darkness. The Puppet knelt down beside her his smile having turned into a look of sympathy. "Honey please forgive me," he murmured looking at her with pleading eyes. "You were not the first ones to have died in this place."
"Where are my friends?" Jessica asked looking at the other animatronic in desperation.
"They haven't awakened yet."
"We were supposed to be dead. Why did you bring us back, why did you trap us in these suits?"
"He likes to play with children, it doesn't matter if they're dead or alive." The Puppet hissed.
Jessica meant his gaze, "how long will it take before we are not children anymore? Just how many years do we have until our humanity has rusted away, along with these metal bodies?"
With that Jessica got up and walked away, never looking back. The Puppet got up about to follow her, but he stopped himself, listening to her footsteps grow fainter and fainter. He sunk to the floor and covered his mask with his clawed hands. Tears streaked down following the purple trail, unnoticed by the figure quietly singing to himself.
"One day this song will finally end my children." The Puppet whispered into the darkness. "Until then wait my precious little ones, all we can do is wait."
