Greeting: Hi, guys. I think it's time to move on. I really wish I haven't forgotten anything that was suppose to happen.
If I remember something, it's not too late to make a chapter about it. Enjoy!

( The pink bunny. In an unfamiliar room. 23 hours to the Beginning)

The black ceiling loomed above her head.
The pink bunny had no bearings whatsoever. She had lost them a long time ago.
The ceiling was moving left and right.
The pink bunny thought it was the starless midnight sky.
Her head felt as if it was melting. She imagined her ears fall off and make a puddle on the floor.
Her head might as well have been made out of mashed potatoes.
Her mind was almost nonexistent at the moment and it seemed like someone had crushed her head beneath their feet.
If someone else had been in the room, they would have seen how the bunny's eyes were rolling around her eyeballs.

She was lying on a bed, surprising as it may seem. Frank had not wanted to strap her onto a table.
He was no doctor.
The pink bunny deserved something more comfortable than a hard table.
Her pillow was meant for someone younger and smaller than her. The pillow was pink like her fur and there were pictures of sheep and wolves on it.
By all accounts, the pillow had once belonged to a young girl who had grown up since.
Jenny's pillow was quite small but fluffy.
Without it, the pink bunny's head would have been facing a wall and not the ceiling.
Her body was completely limp.
Usually, oil was nice in an animatronic but not this time. That black goo was not good for her system. After all, it was not oil to begin with.
The injection which had put her to sleep, was also causing paralysis.
It was starting to wear off and the pink bunny was slowly waking up.

" Wakey, wakey. Time to get up", a cute, giggly voice said to her.
The pink bunny couldn't say or even think about an answer. She was floating somewhere between heaven and earth.
" I like sandwiches and cloud meat. Especially with my best body parts", the pink bunny sang like a lunatic.
She wiggled her head left and right. It wasn't healthy.
" I'm coming, Lord Vader", she said in a happy tone and rolled off the bed.
The big bunny hit the floor and made a loud thump. Her face was on the ground and so were her knees.
She had somehow managed to push her bottom to the air. It was reaching for the ceiling.
Then the pink bunny flipped over, closed her eyes and extended her limbs.
The crazyness seemed to be over after that. She was lying there for a second.
Nobody seemed to have heard the thump. No one opened the door and came in.
She was there for about five minutes until her eyes opened again.
" Good morning, babe. Did my little sleepy head have a good night?", a female voice asked in baby talk.
The pink bunny's vision started to widen. She realized that the starless sky was actually a ceiling that wasn't moving.
Her head was not melting nor made out of mashed potatoes.
The pink bunny looked around the room and saw that it was day outside. The curtains had been shut and the room looked yellow.
Her head was not completely clear yet. She still couldn't remember what had happened and where the heck she was.

She tried to grab the edge of the bed to get up.
The pink bunny began to panic at first.
" Why can't I get up? Where am I?", thought the pink bunny.
The voices did not answer anything. They were silent but she could hear quiet laughing and giggling in her head.
The pink bunny did her best to turn around and stand up. It was like her legs didn't want to obey her.
" Come on. I can do it. I can get out of here", the pink bunny told herself.
She waved to her left and then used the momentum to flip around.
She got up using her arms.
The pink bunny stood up as slowly as she could. She almost thought that she had done it successfully when her legs failed and she fell back to the floor.
" Damn it! My legs aren't strong enough", the pink bunny cursed.
" Then crawl like a dog", a voice told her.
The pink bunny had heard it just barely but she got scared. That voice was almost too familiar.
It was only missing the sound of a whip hitting a crying slave.
Springlock's tone and voice were too grim to be mixed up with anything else.

The pink bunny had no other choice than to crawl.
She used her elbows to move towards a door.
There were three doors in the room. She chose the one that was between the two others.
Her elbows hurt and she was exhausted.
It took almost a minute to get to the door.
When she got there, she realized that the knob was too high for her.
" Oh no! I crawled all the way just to stop here", she lay down to the floor.
" Why? Oh why?", whimpered the pink bunny.
" Look at this poor baby. She can't even walk yet. What a failure", a giggly voice mocked her.
" Shut up", the pink bunny told it.
It was the voice of blue bunny's sister.
" Or what? Are you gonna kill me? I'm already dead", the yellow bunny mocked.
" We all are. And it's so much more fun than being alive", Springlock told the pink bunny.
" Why are you with her, sweetie? She killed you", the pink bunny asked the yellow bunny.
" She did. She tortured me and ripped my tongue out of my mouth. I don't care. It matters no more", the yellow bunny's tone changed.
" You don't care? She had done that to so many others. She is a murderer", the pink bunny shouted to the voice.
" And you aren't?", asked Springlock.
" Remember the children? Remember how they screamed as you broke their necks?", Springlock added.
" Get out of my head!", the pink bunny shouted as the pictures flew across her vision.
" That's who you are. Deep within, you love killing humans, especially children", the yellow bunny whispered right to her left ear.

The pink bunny glanced at her left side, gasping, but saw no one.
" I'm not a killer, sweetie. I never wanted to hurt children. I love kids", the pink bunny started to sob.
" Then why are you holding that knife?", asked Springlock.
The pink bunny glanced at her right hand and saw a knife. Her fingers had tightened around the knife which was sharp and lethal.
" Stand up. You can stand up if you are ready to kill for us", Springlock told her.
The pink bunny stood up like in a hypnotic state. She raised the knife and looked at it.
" Good girl. You are a very good girl", Springlock told her.
She could feel Springlock's hand pat her head.
" Now go, dear", the yellow bunny ordered.
" Go find a man who's in this apartment. Kill him. Slit his throat open", she added.
" Watch him die a horrible death. Then open up his stomach, eat his insides. Devour him", Springlock said delightedly.

The pink bunny opened the door in front of her and stepped outside.
She was looking straight forward and her hand was ready to strike. The knife was glinting in the light of the sun.
The pink bunny saw her victim with her mind's eye.
An ignorant man ready to get stabbed in the back. The pink bunny was thinking about all the horrible and cruel things she would do to him.
" That's a good and obedient girl. Go to the kitchen. He's in there, waiting for you", the yellow bunny whispered.
Springlock and the yellow bunny's voices were stuck in her head and she couldn't get rid of them.
Her free will had vanished with her ability to talk.
The pink bunny took the right and stopped suddenly.

She saw him, a man facing away. He did not seem to know anything about her.
The kitchen was mostly grey and the floor was white. There was a table on the right and a worksurface on the left.
Frank was making salad for himself. He was mostly a vegetarian and the salad was delicious.
Frank was unaware of the death, getting closer to him.
The pink bunny raised her knife and got ready to charge at him.
" Do it. Make us proud. It will all be over soon, very soon", giggled Springlock.
The pink bunny didn't want to do it but she had no other choice.
" I...not..hurt you", Carrie's stuttering voice echoed inside the pink bunny.
She knew she should have been terrified but she wasn't. All she could do was obey and kill an innocent man.
The pink bunny grabbed the knife with her both hands and got ready to run.
Frank was cutting lettuce with a smaller knife. He could not see or hear the threat that was going to kill him in a few seconds.

Suddenly, Frank's eyes turned blue as he saw a vicious animatronic in his mind.
The pink bunny charged at him and aimed for the spine.
Frank turned around at the last moment. He dodged to the left and the knife stabbed the side of the worksurface.
It got stuck for a second and Frank grabbed it.
The pink bunny and Frank were fighting over the knife for a second.
Frank was on the left side of the knife and the pink bunny was on the right side.
" Grab the second knife, you dumb idiot!", Springlock screamed in the pink bunny's head.
The pink bunny glanced at the cutting board. Frank had left the knife there.
She reached for it with her right hand.
She grabbed it and swung it at Frank who groaned. The knife left a long cut.
Blood was dripping down his side. Frank stumbled a bit and the pink bunny grabbed the first knife as well.
Frank realized that he was in real danger. The pink bunny started flinging the knives all over the place.
She was getting closer to Frank.
" Do it, babe! Do it! Slaughter him!", the yellow bunny shouted, sounding like she had an orgasm.
The pink bunny was smiling and the ecstasy of murder had made her go nearly insane.
She charged at Frank and swung the knives left and right.
Frank bent backwards and dodged the knives.
He was old but in real danger he remembered how to fight properly. He slid between the bunny's legs and twisted them backwards.
The pink bunny lost her balance and fell to the ground, moaning in pain.
" It's just pain! Get up! Kill!", Springlock and the yellow bunny were shouting in her head.
" I can't! I can't!", the pink bunny spat the words out of her mouth.
Frank had gotten up and was confused.
" I can't fight! Don't make me!", the pink bunny sobbed.
" Stop crying and get up! Get up or we'll tear your damn head off!", Springlock and the yellow bunny's voice fused together.
The pink bunny was crying like a baby on the floor. She was holding her broken legs which hurt a lot.

Frank knelt beside her and picked her up.
" Come. I'll take you back to bed. Shh. You will be okay", Frank wiped her tears.
The new grim voice was still scorning the pink bunny.
" You are a failure. Just like your stupid fox friend. You are both weak, crying babies", the voice told her.
" Did you do this same thing to her?", the pink bunny asked it.
The voice laughed.
" Of course we did. And soon, we'll do this to the rest of your friends as well", chuckled the thing, in her mind.
" Please let me go. Me and my friends have done nothing to you. They don't deserve this", the pink bunny begged.
The laughing filled her mind and its tone was a mocking one.
" Don't you get it? That's the best part of all this", the voice chuckled and giggled at the same time.
" Help me, Frank. Make them let go of me, please", the pink bunny looked straight into Frank's friendly eyes.
" I will help you. You will be alright. Just like your friend Carrie", replied Frank.
He was struggling to carry the pink bunny. She was a heavy animatronic.
They did reach the room, where the bunny had been, eventually.
She glanced at the bed. It looked so warm and cozy.
Carefully, Frank put her down. He had to stretch after that.
He went to the bathroom to get some bandages. He covered the wound in his side and came back to the room.
The pink was still on the bed, thankfully.
She saw Frank come back with a tiny glass of something. He put it right under her mouth.
" Drink this. It should calm you down and suppress any dark forces inside you", he told her.
The pink bunny drank it and the voice calmed down as well.
" The voices said they were gonna tear my head off", the pink bunny whispered.
" Well, they can't hurt you anymore. Say if they don't go away and I'll figure out something else", Frank shrugged.

He was nice and the pink bunny felt welcome. The room was silent and the voices did not say anything.
The pink bunny had time to think about her friends.
" Frank, do you think the dingo is okay?", she asked.
" He'll be happy when he hears about this. He is so worried about you and Carrie. He refuses to leave Carrie's side", Frank explained to her.
The pink bunny smiled but was also sad. The dingo was so good a roommate.
He, Carrie and the pink bunny were the best of friends.
At a moment like that, she was happy to still have those, friends.
The pink bunny had done a lot of mistakes in her life and it had led to this.
She had trusted Fredbear even though he had been grim and cruel from the very start.
The pink bunny had watched as Fred had refused to help Carrie.
She had done all those mistakes and much more.
Still Carrie and some others loved her nevertheless. Carrie had attacked her but that had definitely not been her.
Had she heard voices in her head too?
The grim voice had said so but the pink bunny wasn't convinced.
She wasn't stupid enough to believe everything that a voice, in her head, claimed.
The pink bunny however did recognize Carrie's behaviour. Carrie had attacked her the same way she had attacked Frank.
The voices had made them attack.
That's what Carrie had tried to tell the pink bunny. The pink bunny had not been able to say a thing.
In that regard, Carrie had been stronger than her.

The pink bunny looked at Frank who sat down to the bed and examined her.
" Are you sure you're okay? Is there anything I can do for you?", Frank asked her.
" You could take me back to the facility so they can figure out what's wrong with me", chuckled the pink bunny.
Frank shook his head.
" I can't do that, sorry to say. I want to examine you myself. You are an extraordinary patient", Frank sighed.
That caught the pink bunny's interest.
" I am extraordinary in what regard ?", she asked.
Frank thought for a moment. He decided to tell her.
" I am a seer. I should be able to see your future but I can't. Your condition is blocking me", he revealed.
" My condition is blocking you? How's that possible?", wondered the bunny.
" That's what I'm here to find out", Frank shrugged.

The pink bunny nodded.
Frank began to look at her and ask her questions.
" You had voices in your head. Are the voices all gone?", was the first question.
" They seem to be. The medicine helped", the pink bunny smiled.
" Okay! So the voices were something evil after all. I presume they also made you attack", Frank rubbed his chin.
" Of course they did. I wouldn't hurt a fly anymore. Carrie would neither. I believe the voices were controlling her as well", replied the pink bunny.
" I came up with the same conclusion as well", nodded Frank and chuckled a bit.
The pink bunny sighed and told him about what Carrie had said to her in the fight.
" I think she was stronger than me. I wasn't able to say a thing. It's horrifying to be filled with that desire for murder", she said.
" I think..", Frank started.
He thought about what he knew.
" I think hurting you makes the voices weaker. Carrie got beaten up a lot more than you a while ago.
Maybe that hurt the voices' grip of her and let her speak a little", Frank had a theory.
The pink bunny thought about when Frank broke her legs.
" You might be right. When you broke my legs, the voices sort of let out a scream. I could feel them let go of my mouth", the pink bunny explained.
" Let go of your mouth?", asked Frank.
" That's what it felt like. They were sort of holding their hand over my mouth. They had control over me.
I was like an animal costume and they were the person inside it", the pink bunny tried to describe how she had felt.
Frank frowned and nodded at this.

" About those voices, how many were there in total?", Frank pondered.
" Two I think. I heard my boyfriend and his sister inside my head in the facility.
In here, I head the voices of my boyfriend's sister and Springlock", answered the pink bunny.
" Springlock? And she was with your boyfriend's sister? Wasn't she..", Frank asked surprisedly.
" Yes! She was tortured and murdered by Springlock.
I asked her why she was with her murderer and she answered that it didn't matter anymore", the pink bunny told him.
Frank didn't know what to say.
" So the voices belong to dead animatronics, right? Did they say what they were doing inside your head?", Frank asked her.
The pink tried to remember.
Then she remembered something.
" They told me they were back. Every single one of them", the pink bunny told him.
" This happened in the lab when I heard them for the first time", she added.
" You were smiling if I recall correctly", Frank nodded a little.
" Do you happen to know who the others are? If every single one of them is back, who are the rest?", Frank got close to her face.
" The dead animatronics that I know, I presume", the pink bunny shrugged.
To be honest, she actually had no idea. The others could be literally anyone.
" The most important question is why they are back", thought Frank.
" And what are they doing inside me and Carrie. Why do they make us kill innocent people?", the pink bunny added.

" Whatever they are, they are not friendly. Maybe something grim brought them back..", Frank thought.
" Grim, you say! I know what you are talking about. After I refused to fight, the voices fused with one another.
They formed this evil voice, which scared me", the pink bunny remembered.
Frank was thinking about something. It seemed to terrify him.
" What's wrong?", the pink bunny asked him in fear.
Frank shook his head quickly.
" Nothing, I'm just paranoid. I thought about a possibility but that's not correct. It can't be", he chuckled.

He had thought about the Sorcerer and Black the cat. They could not have done anything.
The Sorcerer had died along Jenner and Leslie. Black the cat had probably left the country already.
This was someone or something else.
Frank couldn't think about anyone else who it might be.

" What can it be then?", the pink bunny asked about the thing Frank was thinking about.
" I don't know? Let's hope Jennifer and the doctors have had luck with Carrie", shrugged Frank.
The pink bunny hoped so too.
She was really worried about Carrie.
What were the doctors doing to that poor little fox? She was too innocent to have a fate like that.
The young, depressed and kind Carrie.
Too bad that had just happened.
Why did Carrie, out of all, have to get infected?
The pink bunny had gotten the black goo all over her because she had been reckless.
Carrie, on the other hand, had not been reckless. She had... the pink bunny did not know the answer.
Where had Carrie gotten the infection from?
If it happened to Carrie, it could happen to anyone.
The pink bunny wished they would find a cure before the disease would become an epidemic.

Farewell: I am still no match to Richard Adams.
A scene which is a page long in my story, would be ten pages long in his story.
If you think this pace is too slow, read a book by Richard Adams and suddenly, this feels super fast.
BTW: THE ONLY WAY TO LIVE IS TO WRITE.