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UPDATE: This chapter was utterly horrible, so I re-wrote it. I would recommend re-reading.

The men clustered around the door. Mike was the first to inspect the animatronic while pinching his nose.

"Hmm... seems like he was neglected for around... several decades. I'd need to take a closer look at the endoskeleton to be sure he's useable as an animatronic, or just as a prop. As for the smell, cloth rots. Rot smells. Deal with it, guys." he said in a nasal voice while grabbing the golden animatronic's shoulders.

He began to drag the rabbit, but Phone dude barreled into him, knocking him aside.

"WHAT THE HECK WAS THAT FOR, PD?"

PD stood up, wiping his dusty hands on his ragged jeans. "You could have damaged him. Look." he said, pointing to the shoulders. The cloth there had begun to rip from Mike's impatient dragging. Underneath the flaps, pulleys were attached to move the animatronic's arms.

"That... doesn't... matter..." Mike said through clenched teeth.

He gripped the edge of a crate filled to the brim with half-rotten merchandise and pulled himself into a standing position.

Mike leaned against the crate, and staggered over to the small group of men. Only now did Phone Dude notice that there was blood leaking from his shoulder, and he felt a small pang of remorse. That was quickly forgotten with what Mike said next.

"I landed on something," he said hoarsely. "You should check it out."

He gestured behind him. There were four animatronic heads.

Each one's left eye was glowing.

I shuddered and powered up.

How long was I shut down?

I checked my internal clock. Scrambled, as expected. Just my luck.

I looked down to asses possible damage. Two of my buttons had fallen off. A lot more of my fur had rot, and either fell off or clung to the remaining material by thin strands of greenish thread. My endoskeleton, thankfully, was still fully intact.

The corpse inside of me continued to rot. I counted two organs that were a different shade of reddish-green, and a third that was missing.

Now that I had safely determined I could walk, I glanced up. Yep, a new place. I'm still on free-roam, though, so I'm not sure what to make of this. Maybe... I'm the star of the show again? I doubt it, but it's still possible. Though why would anyone want to see me in my condition? Maybe things have changed.

I stood up and scanned my surroundings.

Above me, there was a glowing red "EXIT" sign. Underneath it, there was a metal door. I tried it. Locked.

Next to me, there was a cartoony poster of Fred, and a poster of... me? That was strange.

Below me and on the lower walls was the same trademark pattern that the previous two locations shared, black and white checkerboard.

Suddenly, a harsh red light blinded me. My optics adjusted... to see... a camera?

That hurt. I'm going to mess with this guy until he shuts his stupid lights off.

I walked down the hall and came to another door, one of flimsy wood. I was about to smash it open when my vision went into static, confusing me. My servos froze up.

"Rule 23... Must... not... harm... pizzeria... property" played through my mind. The last time my systems had overridden me like that was when a kid had hugged Freddy... I'm weird, aren't I? Weird or a psycho. Whatever. It doesn't matter anymore.

I opened the door gently, walking into another long hallway. This one has a head I've never seen before perched between two pipes, and a bunch of gifts in the corner. The thing that really startles me though, is the chicken's head on the floor. Both of its eyes are glowing.

I inspect the eyes. Luckily, they are not glowing phantomlike, but instead have two miniature light bulbs. We have come far with technology over the last twenty-something years!

I walk down the hall and bump into something. I swat at it while stumbling backwards.

The "it" is a chain of paper dolls that are yellowing and crinkling. I duck and continue on into the darkness.

My night-vision flips on and the room around me glows green. There's a large arcade machine in front of me with Freddy's face on it. I remember this one. This room is nostalgic. Moving on...

I've barely stepped into the next room when I hear... the laughter of children? From behind me? That can't be right...

I decide to follow the sound, anyway. Maybe the children came early? I walk back, stumbling around to try to find the source of the sound.

I end up in a room with a very shiny floor with black tubes connecting it to the wall. There's two drawings, one of an animatronic I've never seen and another of an incarnation of Freddy I've never seen. So many mysteries.

The real centerpiece of the room, though, is the fox animatronic's head, mounted on the wall by way too many screws. The right eye is glowing on this one with the same small white bulbs that I found in the chicken's head.

I turn the corner and run through something that sends chills through me. Wait... I can't feel...

I leap back when I see the offender to reality. It's a large brownish-black fox with it's jaw opened wide. It's eyes... are glowing white pinpricks. The thing that really scares me is the question "How the heck did this thing pass through me?!"

It quirks it's head and moves it's jaw as if trying to talk, but all that comes out is static with the numbers "10, 1" repeatedly being played.

So this thing isn't hostile. Looks like my luck isn't horrible like it normally is. Huh.

I wave a hand to greet it.

"SCREAACH!" it screams. I'm about to dash away when I start actually thinking about this situation. Maybe it's voice box is broken? Maybe... it's the fox?

I feel a small glimmer of hope that animatronics from my home still exist. But the fox's head is hanging over there... and how could it pass through me? Also, the fox was red, not brown and black.

And how could he allow me to feel?... the only remaining option is that the animatronic fox has become some sort of phantom. I suppose I'll have to get used to it, if its residence is mine, too.

After deciding not to run away. I look closer. It's frantically gesturing to the other side of the room.

I look down the hall. The rest of it has papers scattered all over the floor and wires hanging from the ceiling.

"What?" I try to ask, only to find that I cannot speak. Instead, it comes out as a garbled muttering.

Suddenly, bright lights flash on, blinding me and overloading my systems. I fall to the ground.

I hear the laughs of children in front of me, and I begin to power down against my will.

Before I completely lose power, I get a short, blurry glance at the fox. It fell to the floor, assumedly because of the lights, and is now writing it pain. It begins to slowly melt in a wave of black stuff, confirming that it is truly a creature of darkness.

I deactivate before I see the end.