Everyone was feeling sick that following night, that was for certain, and as the hours passed things only got worse. Freddy continued his yelling until he had worn himself out, and the fox clearly was in no mood to fight anymore. Chica only kept to her crying. I've never seen the poor girl so upset. It was sickening in itself to see everyone so torn up like this. Sure, we've never been the best of friends since the start. But we've never been this bad. Yelling at eachother. Just- This was just awful.

I wanted to get to the bottom of this crap so fast, someone had to. But where the hell would a broken rusty sorry excuse for a bucket of bolts like myself start? But that itch in my head kept going, as if to scream at me that I had no choice but to do this. There was no real choice, was there? I'll try to ask that Toy about it come tomorrow night.

I don't shut down during the day, I'm always awake. I'm always alert. But someone came in, having to shut us off for something, he had some kind of wrench with him. Of course, everyone fought at first. Protested, maybe got a bit aggressive. But- we were all shut down regardless.

But I think a mistake was made. I was accidentally switched back on. I was laying on my back, my stomach was open, no one was in the room at that moment. I was in the back still, but the lights were on and when I looked around, everyone else was there too, laid out in the same fashion as I was, but, they weren't awake. So, I went to sit up, but I froze when I heard something, a thud when I looked down I couldn't believe what I saw..

It wasn't a pretty site, a mangled, but still identifiable arm hung out from my stomach hatch. It was- It was small, this was a child's body part. I then noticed the dried blood that appeared as though it was dripping out of me. This was why I felt so sick, and weighted. This was what was causing me to want to stop moving, to stop everything, to remain stagnant. A child's bloodied and mangled corpse which was rotting inside of me, was making me want to quit.

I felt so sick, if I had a stomach, I surely would have vomited all over myself. This wasn't okay. I wasn't okay. Nothing is okay. Maybe Toy Bonnie would know something come the night? What the hell am I supposed to-

Just then, I snap my attention to a jingling door knob. Whoever opened us to take this children out, was about to come back. I quickly laid myself back down, and shut my eyes. Turning the red off. Hopefully they won't notice. I stiffen as I felt the child's innocent, dead, hand fall back into me and clunk against my back panel.

Then the door opened, two men, with voices I never heard before.

"-What kind of wackjob would do this kind of bullshit." the first one said, he sounded gruff, big.

"I'm not sure… They've been in there for awhile, maybe a day or so? Enough to smell like shit. Causin' jerky movements." the second one spoke, lean sounding.

"Long enough for parents to notice, that's sure as shit." first guy really liked his swear words I guess.

"Well, since it happened so fast, it had to be someone who works inside the with access to the animatronics and clearly knows how to use them. Since they've also supposedly been getting way more aggressive than usual."

Were we? The second stranger seems to be a bright one, but what was he talking about? Aggressive? Are we? They mentioned jerky movements, and yeah, we have been, but, doesn't that mean some of the day guards have seen us? Days have turned into such a blur. The more I thought about it, the more pronounced the itch in my skull got. What was happening to us? I pray these men could provide us with some answer.

"We need to shut the place down. This shit is too fuckin' dangerous for anyone. We're gonna need to get an interrogation out of every goddamned employee there is in this building. Also- someone has to start telling the parents what's happened to their kids…"

Shut down? Oh no.

There wasn't a lot of conversation after that, they had some people come in and take the corpses out of us, I got a glimpse of each child. This was terrible. Three boys and a girl. They all looked so young. This wasn't the first time we've had some dead kids in the establishment. But to my knowledge, those were all mostly accidents, right? These, these were on purpose.

With that thought, I got a flash of anger, This was on purpose, some sicko stuck his dirty filthy hands in me. I didn't know what I was going to do then, I had no set plan, but I did know that I wanted to find this person. Give them a taste of their own medicine.

For now, I laid back down, and waited for the night to break.