Weeks went by. Slowly, we were being destroyed. There were holes in Foxy's and Freddy's frame. The workers had taken Chica's arms and broke her beak. Bonnie suffered the most. His upper face was taken, damaging his eyesight. One of his arms was taken. Worst of all, his signature guitar was taken. I knew how he felt about his eyesight, though. The workers took my eyes, and since I had no endoskeleton, I couldn't see. Wires hung out, rotting. Spring fared the best out of all of us, with only his fur rotting a bit from moisture. No, we were not a pretty bunch.

The toys came to visit us once in a while. They were sorry that our parts had to be used for them, and they were sincerely unhappy that it had to happen. We understood that it wasn't their fault. Except for Freddy. He always raged about how those "plastic freaks" had robbed us of our happiness, stealing our parts and replacing us. There was nothing he could do about it, though.

The Marionette also came to visit us. He could now hover, and sometimes he liked to scare Spring, sneaking up behind him silently, then shouting. I guess he was still a kid, after all.

Years later, they took Spring away. For some reason, the owner moved him to the safe room. It was so devastating for me, as our programming didn't let us go in the safe room. He was powered off and carted away. For the first time, I lost my brother. The others tried to comfort me, but it was the Marionette's company I seeked the most.

The Marionette understood. He wasn't a boy anymore, and was wiser, older. Because he had been through such a huge loss, he could comfort people so well. But he had a secret. Those years had made him thirst for revenge. At night, he would control the toys to seek out the security guard. I didn't know until one night, when I was roaming the halls and I spotted Toy Chica. Her beak was gone, replaced by a creepy smile, and her eyes were pitch black. The same change had come over the other animatronics, except for Toy Foxy. She wasn't known as Toy Foxy anymore. Instead, most called her Mangle. Some teenagers had torn her apart one day, and now she was a sort of spidery endoskeleton with two heads. She wanted revenge too, but all she could do was vent her anger at the security guard. But the rest of the animatronics were under Marionette's control. Once a simple puppet, he was now a puppet master.

Of course, I didn't like it much, but I understood. After all, I would be just as angry if I was him. And the Marionette played fair. Each animatronic had a certain pattern. Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica would come through the vents. Toy Freddy would come through the hallway. And Mangle would either come through the hallway or the vents, but when she got into the security guard's office, he had a little time before she attacked. The Marionette was soothed by winding his music box. The Marionette also couldn't control the animatronics past 6 AM, when their day program kicked in. Also, the guard had a way to protect himself, an empty Freddy mask that would trick the animatronics into believing he was one too.

But yet another tragedy happened. One night, we woke up to a strange feeling. It felt like someone-no, multiple people-were here. The room was stained with blood, and our joints moved slowly and with the ominous sound of squelching. "W-What t-t-the he-e-ll h-happen-ned h-here?" Bonnie said with a damaged voicebox. "Oh no. Has another murder ha-" At this point Chica had to stop, coughing up blood and freezing up. "Hang on a second matey, what's that you've got there in ye?" Foxy asked, squinting at Chica. "There's something inside...SCREEEEE!" At this point Foxy screeched in terror. "Blimey! There's..a person in there!" Foxy said, breathing heavily.

"Wha-?" Chica said. "How could this be?" She pulled back her jaw, and there was a corpse's head in her mouth.

"If you're moving slowly like us, that means...Oh shit," Freddy's eyes widened. "There's a corpse..in each of us!?"

"Wait, I hear something!" I said. I heard a faint voice. Save us...Help us...Save him... Suddenly, I could hear the voice clearly. Now who could that be? I thought. I'm Grant, who are you? There was. talking to me in my thoughts. "Am I going crazy, or is there someone in my head?" I said. "Nope, we hear someone too, Goldie. I'm hearing some boy," Bonnie said. "I'm hearing a boy too," said Freddy. "Same 'ere," Foxy confirmed. "I don't know what you people are saying. I'm hearing a girl," Chica said with a slight tilt of her head. "This isn't...how possession feels like...is it?" I asked. "I'm afraid that's exactly how it feels like." The Marionette came into the room. "And...I don't know how to break this to you..." "Say it Marionette, say it!" I urged. "Well.." The Marionette sheepishly scratched the back of his head. "I'm the one who put them there."

"YOU WHAT?!" the five of us yelled in unison. "You were the murderer? I trusted you!" I cried. "No, no! Not like that!" the Marionette said. "The man in purple came again. He murdered five more kids. I gave their spirits a choice: Have another chance at life or drift around as spirits. All of them chose the first option. I gave them a gift. I gave them life."

_A/N: Another eventful chapter! I'll post the next chapter shortly, either today or tomorrow. It's longer to make up for the last chapter. Thanks for reading, and see you in the next chapter!