I could have snapped both of the children's necks very easily... directed them into two different rooms and killed them one by one. Then have gone on the computer to see Mike's reply, him having told me that it was okay that I had missed him the first time. Then have lied in wait until the parents came back, killing the both of them just as easily Grabbed a blanket to conceal myself, the parents' car keys, drove over to the set location, then mike would have finally released me. Then... I would have faded away... No more regrets or pain... I would have finally been in peace.

...So why didn't I? I suppose I would have if I felt as if I had control over the situation. But as I've said before, there was a very real threat looming over my animatronic head. The threat of dismantlement. I thought back to when I had dismantled all the animatronics. This requires a small bit of explanation first, so let us travel back in time to 1987 a little bit.

When I worked as the night shift security guard, I was... upset with the conditions. There were no doors. The toy animatronics had been moving around and were trying to get into the office. Two vents and a single large hallway did not make me feel safe. Well... in actuality, I never felt as if my life was being threatened. It was just... unsettling. Toy Bonnie, Toy Freddie, and Toy Chica were unsettling enough. Those glassy, lifeless eyes made a small wave of cold whenever they looked at me. And Toy Chica kept on taking that beak of hers off for some odd reason, revealing sharp animatronic teeth. I did not feel comfortable.

And then I was transferred to the day shift. I was told the management had made a couple of sturdy styrofoam Freddy Fazbear masks to have the animatronics fooled as they went in.

...What can I say? After killing those children, I couldn't risk a golden souvenir. No one would ever miss one worthless mask that would have really done nothing in my eyes. Even with facial recognition, I did not think that wearing only the mask would be enough to fool them. The Bite of 87 was proof enough for that. My theory was that the animatronics had recognized the suit the security guards, including me, had worn and were angered that they had been fooled for so long.

Now back to the dismantlement. I... admit that purple was my favorite color. I had spray painted the Freddy mask purple to try and fool their facial recognition that I had heard had been retrofitted. And a different purple suit. I lured the animatronics to the safe room one by one, ambushing them all with a chainsaw. First Freddy, then Bonnie, then Chica, then Foxy. I then gathered up Golden Freddy, Balloon Boy, and The Puppet into the save room and destroyed them. Even though they were haunted, they somehow escaped. The children had escaped from the suits.

How did they feel when they were dismantled by me? Cut and torn into pieces? Did they feel the same fear I felt then about not being able to move... to have been trapped forever, unable to have made their final moments of existence towards having been able to depart? Or was it just different for me just because I was in a hybrid suit with no true artificial intelligence?

...Wow. I had gotten way too soft. Why was starting to empathize with the animatronics right now? I didn't need this. I needed to focus. I just had to get through watching the kids, convince the parents to allow me to leave, then have Mike release me so I would finally be able to depart.

One of the daughters coughed and I was bought back into reality. I had gathered them on the couch in the family room and sat down across from them. I never knew how to take care of kids. Only how to end them. I had been sitting down there for a quarter hour just watching them. I didn't know what else to do. Was this always how good I was with kids, or was this the result of thirty years of isolation and the constant pain of being trapped in this suit? My life should have never reached this much feeling of awkwardness and uncertainty.

With a little bit of a pained sigh, I gathered my notebook off of the table and turned to a new page with added unbroken pencil.

"what do i do with you two?"

They responded with silence. I realized I saw hints of fear in their eyes. I was a broken, crumbling animatronic with wires hanging out and a permanent grin.

"i will not hurt you. stop being scared."

Hesitantly, they nodded. I pointed to the original question and tilted my head inquisitively. They responded this time.

...I would rather not say what went next. I really, really didn't. One more regret added on, asking them what I should do with them. I never knew they, too, wanted to know more about me. It is like my past has turned into one of those children that had haunted me right before my death. I... was still lucky I had written everything down before. I showed them everything I had written down except for my real name. I don't deserve it... I had lost the right to it the moment I got into this suit. But three pages in, they didn't really want to see any more of my past.

"We don't want to talk about any more icky, yucky abinots in suits anymore. Can we play?"

This caused me to pause. This was the first time someone had ever cut me off short like that. Again, the feeling of awkwardness accompanied my entire building. I fumbled on what to do for a few seconds before flipping to a new page.

"play what?"

Both of the daughters left the couch and ran to their rooms. They returned with...

...with dolls.

I'm definitely not going to talk about what went on next.