A new chapter, this was fun to write I hope you guys enjoy it. I apologize for how short it is compared to the other chapters.

I do not own any charcthers all credit goes to Scott Cawthon.

It had been a long day of getting killed by those pesky animtrotics. Only a few people managing to actually pass a level, usually they were new players on night one though. I was in my ghost form standing at the main door of the pizzarea. It was a moonless night dark light slating in the windows of the door. I had tried to go outside but I was bound to this pizzarea, trapped. Across the street was a toy shop it was always open late. There was a man with a gray beard sitting at a bench. Working on what seemed to be a toy made out of wood. The thought of a child playing with their newly bought toy made me smile, it reminded me of my own child hood. I had never been associated with this horrible place. I was a free spirit but now I was trapped forever in this place of murder and lies. My eyes welled up with tears as I thought about how I could have a life outside of this programmed hell. Unfortunately, that would never be possibly but I could dream. No one could ever ruin this dream because there wasn't anybody that could talk. I was dragged out of my thoughts as my memory subsided ,and my world went black. Before fading at the moment I knew what this was an update.

The system was rebooted and I was awakened from my slumber. I was still floating in front of the door but now the sun light filtered in through the glass door. It cut right through my figure making me invisible to the system to everything, but I was dragged into a memory. Usually I could pick if I wanted to re visit something but this one seemed important, different. Where I appeared wouldn't classify as a room more like a pit of darkness. From my usual memories I was able to pick out the person who stood in front of me, Scott. Just seeing him made my artificial heart speed up but this Scott was...different. I could sense it by the look in his eyes, the black blanket then turned into a classifiable room. I remembered this room it was the room my last memory was set in, but now it had an odd stench. I looked around the room but nothing seemed out of place it was probably just my imagination. Yet, I felt like I was being watched.

I did what all people did and settled myself on the couch. My muscles relaxing as they were caressed by the soft backing. Just as I was getting settled in who but Scott wandered into the room. My eyes were drawn to his they had this odd look I couldn't quite put my finger on. He looked a bit psychotic if I had to describe it. From across the room I could smell the heavy scent of alcohol that he must have been drinking. I went to look at his hand assuming to see a bottle of vodka or some kind of heavy laced alcoholic drink, but what I really saw shocked me. He held a kitchen knife the sharpest one we kept around for steak and such.

I watched as he quickly advanced towards me. I moved out of the way and cringed in pain as he nicked my ear. I held my hand to my ear as I bounced off of the couch and ran for the front door. Unfortunately, Scott had already thought of that he had rolled up the rug and I tripped over it. I turned onto my back so I could look up at my roommate. His eyes still looked psychopathic as he leaned over me the knife in hand. I got lost in his eyes in the nick of fear I could only think of our times together. He quickly stabbed me in the heart, and it's true your life does flash before your eyes. Except it wasn't the good times for me but the bad. The times we fought, the times we were away from each other, the nights I spent alone while he was out with his girlfriend. The one happy moment in there had been my death.

I awoke into my ghost state my breathing was heavy. He had killed me my "love" had doomed me to this hell. Yet one question remind on my mind ,why? Why was I here? Why was I progrmaed into this hell? Why did he do it? These questions ran through my mind all day as I contuined my regular rotuine of watching the cameras, and dying to heartless animtrotics.

That was my favorite chapter to write by far. Okay now for an important annoucment this story is going to be short so probably three to five more chapters somewhere around there. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please don't forget to review, favorite, and follow for the next chapter.

Until next time!

~Cindy Foxies