Humiliation. That is all I had to say about the children.

Thankfully, they exhausted themselves and became content enough to watch television. The weird thing is that they used an incredibly large and flat screen. It actually looked amazing, but where were the normal television sets in the house?

I'm not going to talk about what they watched, either.

Instead, let us talk about what happened when the parents had finally arrived back at the house. I actually grew excited to see them. It meant that I was one step closer to finally being free. But things haven't been going so easily for me.

"i need to go out of the house tonight"

They denied my request and said it was best for me to stay inside the house.

I could snap their necks so easily... lie in wait with a knife and ambush them one by one. But I never felt that little feeling of wanting to challenge myself wash over me. Instead, I pleaded with them. I'm just an animatronic. I deserved to have sunk this low.

"i cant stand this pain and if i go out i will finally be free"

They asked for an explanation. I then told them about Mike Schmidt. I told them he was the only hope I had. He had to have known about the golden hybrid suits and would have known how to operate them... to open them up.

And yet they still denied me,

I felt absolutely no control. Nothing was going my way and my anxiety was starting to consume me again. With quickened breath and frenzied writing, I tried explaining to them that I needed and deserved to be free.

"You're dead. And a robot. You shouldn't be feeling any pain at all."

"I DO I FEEL PAIN IT HURTS IT HURTS SO MUCH IT HURTS TO TALK IT HURTS TO MOVE IT HURTS TO EXIST LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT"

I think the pencil had snapped again. They still denied me. They still somehow thought that this was a bad idea. They tried comforting me and saying that I just had a rough day. They did not understand. I doubt they would unless they were stuffed inside a suit and left to rot for thirty years.

"Look, we can get a repairman to take a look at you. Will that be enough?"

No. It was not enough. I wanted to be free. I was so desperate. Desperate people do desperate things. And in that desperation, I had snapped. With a pained hiss, I lunged at the father and drove him against the wall, choking him with one of my animatronic hands. The kids started screaming and the mother yelped. I cocked and turned my head slowly towards the mother, and with my other hand, I help up the notebook that was filled with my pleas. She paused, that flat black thing held in her hand.

Just to make sure she understood, I shook the notebook a little. I needed this.

I needed this.

The mother than did something quite unexpected... she pleaded with me to release her husband so we could talk this through peaceably. With a glance to and fro from mother to father to mother again, I let out a pained hiss and released my grip. The father fell, slumped over and gasped for breath.

Negotiations began again as I felt my anxiety lessen. It took all throughout until after the family was finished cooking and eating dinner until a conclusion was reached. They knew how desperate I was, but also realized that when I was set free, I would no longer be able to move this animatronic body. They knew I would be traveling to an abandoned yet secure location... an unused warehouse. They would be able to travel there when they next had the time to do so.

And they finally agreed to let me be free.

"thank you"

Relief washed over me as I showed those words to them. I was finally going to be able to depart.

And so I waited. One last time. Just a few hours, after everyone was asleep as agreed. I spent that time by curiously fiddling with the television channels. There was absolutely nothing I knew from before. There was no Knight Rider, no Wiseguy, no Twilight Zone, no Miami Vice, no MacGuyver, there wasn't even The A-Team. Instead, there were shows called The Walking Dead, Fringe, The Blacklist, Orphan Black, Better Call Saul, and many more that I really had no inclination viewing. None of them seemed all that good anyway.

I could've killed to have been able to watch The A-Team again. But at last, it was time to go.

But at last... it was time to leave. I turned the television off and slipped out of the house, making my journey to the warehouse. With every step I took, it felt as if the pain was slowly... ever so slowly fading away. Every step was a step closer to me getting peace.

I stayed to the shadows as I was wont to do. They were comforting, in a way. They allowed me to hide when I first killed the children, they allowed me to hide while trying to reach the security guard, and they now allowed me to hide now as I slowly make my way over to the abandoned warehouse.

And as I made my way over there, I took note of my surroundings. Perfect immaculate houses had soon faded into buildings filled with restaurants and strip malls, which, in turn, had faded into large office buildings. Those, too, soon faded into more and more dilapidated buildings. I was close. I still felt the torturous pain throughout my animatronic body, yet it also felt as if none of it was there.
I was so close to being freed.

With some moments later having passed, I located and entered the correct building. I could not call out, so instead I banged the door a couple times to signal my entrance. It was time to locate Mike and be freed.

...Yet he was not here. The only explanation that I could have come up with that he was late. And so, I waited, strolling through the abandoned warehouse. There were multiple places in which the authorities would have a difficult time investigating if murders took place there. Yet... nothing. No feelings of challenge at all.

I really wasn't a killer anymore. Just a tortured soul about to be free.

I waited some more.

And then I had begun to think... Was challenge really my reason for the killing? Had I forgotten what the real reason was? I hardly remembered my own face anymore... my previous human face. All I could picture was a golden Bonnie suit full of holes and frayed wires. I still remembered my previous name. For what reason did I really have to have killed those kids?

I waited. I waited and struggled to come up with any other reason whatsoever.

But I could not. The challenge seemed to be the only thing that had driven me to kill.

I waited some more.

...It was only what I thought had been the fifth hour in the warehouse that I realized that Mike Schmidt was not coming. It was like a train crashing into me. Everything felt grey and blurry as I felt... felt sorrow. Pain even worse than what I had been feeling. Every hope I had was now fully diminished.

I regretted finding out about Mike Schmidt. I regret having came out here to find out that nobody was willing to help me at all. I was just a plaything... something to be jerked around and fooled until my mind was completely gone. Everyone was succeeding but me.

Shadows, speed, staying hidden... none of that mattered to me anymore. I shambled out of the warfehouse in a daze and made my way back to the house of the family that had bought me. I was just an animatronic.

I was just an animatronic. That's all. Nothing more, nothing less.

I did not care if I was now in full sight of every last human that wanted to see something strange walking around. My only care was now reaching the place where I would waste away the rest of my eternity.

My final destination.

A/N: Just a quick note that the story isn't over yet, even though this would be a perfect ending spot. I have more planned.