Shelby Turns Human for One Night suggested by The real assistant

Notes: This story will take place about two days after the epilogue of the Real Enemy. I'm sorry if this is bad and short but I just got attacked by severe writer's block while writing this.

After a long day of hard work I shut down for the day. I let myself ease into sleep mode, unaware about what is going to happen. I awaken when the chimes ring, signaling it's midnight. I awaken on the side of my body. That's strange, I feel awfully cold as well. Then I see a hand. A hand? I am an animatronic that does have hands or arms. Then I drag myself to the water pool. I see my reflection. I am human again.

I panic slightly. I after a year or technically seven years of being an animatronic I am not accustomed to being human again. I try to stand up, walk on two legs but it feels weird as hell. My legs shake, threatening to give out as I walk down the stairs. I make my way to the nearest mirror in the room. I finally see my full appearance. Not only am I human, I look just like I used to before I died. I had brown hair that went to the middle of my back, sparkling blue eyes, slightly tanned skin and was wearing a turquoise turtle neck, a pair of jeans and two brown boots. Ouch, that's a way to rub salt into a wound. What happens if they see me? What happens if Mike sees me, he's still in a very fragile state after the incident.

I slowly make my way to the office one slow step at a time. My heart, which hasn't beaten in a little over seven years flies off like a rocket. I lean against the wall for support as I finally make my way to the office. He is sitting in the chair reading a magazine, both doors wide open. "Mike." I call out my throat dry as sandpaper.

"Yes Shelby? You seem a little hoarse today, they should fix your voice box."

"Mike," I repeated. "Please look at me. Help me."

He looks at me and the color immediately leaves his face. "Shelby," He said. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I don't know I just awakened at now I'm human."

Tears forms into his eyes as he starts sobbing, I am stunned by this. "After seven years I finally get to see you again in your human form."

I wrap my new arms around him. "Hush," I whisper. He wraps his arms around me and quickly retracts wincing.

"I guess hugs are still impossible when I'm in this state."

"Mike," I whisper. "Let's enjoy it while it last." He nods

For the rest of the night we talked, cooked, ate, and did human things. The animatronics were shocked to see me as a human and then slightly jealous. They all wished they were human too. But when the chimes signal it was six. A strange fog surround me. I was knocked out for what they claimed a couple of seconds. When I reawakened I was human again. But the animatronics didn't seem to have any memory of me being human. Only Mike and I had. When we discussed about it two weeks later we came up with the answer, "Maybe they wanted us to amend for the 7 years we were separated." Mike suggested.

"Probably," I said.

I'm sorry this is short. I really liked this topic but it just gave me writer's block, very severe writer's block. I am sorry if this isn't very good.