(Okay guys, I decided to continue this due to boredom. But at this point I think I'm a better writer, and even if the games are stale at this point, the stories are not. I love all of the stories on this website, they're all really well done. So, I'm back! ^w^)

"Bye." A snicker signaled whatever was there had left, and I didn't hear anything else.

I looked over at a paper plate that looked a little bit like Balloon Boy.

I glanced back to where I heard the voice, to nothing. I turned back to the paper plate doll.

It was gone.

"W- What?" I turned around to see it was on the ground behind me.

I picked it up and hung it on the wall where it was. As soon as I did, a chill entered my body and for a second I swore I heard crying.

I decided to step back from it. "Hey, Mr. 'you're weird,' did you do that?"

"C'mon, leave me alone. Dumb nightguard.."

"Oh- Sorry. But did you just do that?"

"Do what? What did I do to you?"

I felt kind of bad asking at this point, the disembodied voice appeared to be telling the truth. It had no idea what was going on.
I spoke up. "Sorry for the misunderstanding, I thought I heard crying and I felt really weird for a second.."

It appeared to sigh. "Well I don't know what I could've done to start that, are you alright?"

What, now it was caring for me? It seemed everyone here had hated me at first and then just switched, were they all bipolar? Was I crazy? Sometimes, in the dumbest of situations, this job was just too much for me. "Yeah, I'm alright. Thanks for asking. Also- What are you?"

But I got no response and then it was just me, alone in the room once again.

I sighed, and walked into my office. I just sat in the chair, which was definitely more comfortable than the one at the previous location. I just sat, and thought. For all I knew, none of this was real.

Bonnie walked in, and it had been the first time he'd left the repair room. "You okay?"

I wasn't in a mood to be happy. "No, I'm in a hospital and I've been in a coma for months dreaming about working at a pizzeria with talking robots."

He glared. "What's eating you? And- You know we're real, right?"

I put my hat down to cover my eyes. "I don't know anymore, Bonnie. I really don't. I mean- How can this all be real?!"

Bonnie picked me up. "Listen. I know it may seem all too fake. You know, us being alive, and us killing all the nightguards and for some reason leaving you alone. It's practically it's own television show. But you're learning. You're hurting. How can that be faked?"

I didn't say a word for a few minutes before speaking up.

"There was this paper plate doll thingy.. And it moved when I wasn't looking. And then I hung it back up and- I heard crying and it gave me shivers. How can that be real?"

He looked at me weirdly. "Listen kid, all I know is that we're real. I don't know where that came from, but I know that me, Freddy, Foxy, Chica, and those knockoffs are real. And you're the realest of us all." He smiled.

That gave me a question I didn't feel quite comfortable saying to him.

What would I do with the rest of my life?