This story, like many others, starts in the middle. It was the middle of the night, and I had found strange animatronics in some main attractions of my pizzeria. This was horrible and I realized that these animatronics had malicious intent toward me. I quickly found replacements for those things, and I moved on. I bought an animatronic called: "Lefty". It looked like a Freddy Fazbear with black and red coloring. As I looked closer, I found a thin stretch of another animatronic inside. I opened the head of "Lefty" and found out that the puppet was inside of him. The softest rendition of the song: "my grandfather's clock" played. The chills down my spine grew, my thoughts simplified, and nothing could have been worse. Nothing else could go wrong, right? I thought that nothing could go wrong, since the puppet was made to protect children.
Turns out things got tons worse on the salvage segment of my night, when something strange was in the salvage seat already, something that looked like a destroyed version of Circus Baby...
Thursday wasn't that much better. Nothing else happened until Saturday, and, I regret what I did. The building was in flames, with all of the scrapped animatronics burning and screaming. I felt no reason to live any longer, so I looked. At them burn. At my surroundings burn. At the tape player next to me. I found meaning in one thing. The bunny in tan. I couldn't leave now! I left my position, crying. There was nothing that could cheer me up.
There was no one else there where I was, the only sound was the crackling of the fire and screaming.