Allow me to talk once again about a past event. More specifically about when I dismantled the animatronics. It seems as if most everyone was creeped out by them. The stench was horrid around them, their stares lingered a little too long, and always about the rumors of stuffing people into suits. And let us not forget about the so-called oozing blood that dripped from their innards. I would not have been surprised if their speakers glitched out and spouted demonic voices, telling everyone that it would be fun to eat them or how they wanted to flay your skin with a serene smile on their face. Or even if their expressions changed.

I was unaffected by any of that. I had a simple goal in mind. I manipulated the animatronics. I gained enjoyment over seeing how stupid and naive they were. And it was very easy to accomplish my goal. I felt no fear towards them. True, some fear stemmed from them, but it was not because I was afraid specifically of them.

Two days before my next psychiatrist appointment, I ran away. I slipped out during the night with my notebook and pencil, hiding in the shadows where no one would see me. I was aware that people knew of me. I simply did not want the family that I had bought to take notice of where I was. No one in the city or suburbs of where I visited could or would have helped me anyways.

It was a while before I fully left the sights of the city behind and gully immersed myself in the countryside when it became day. But that was fine with me. No one would see me walking along the road until it was far too late. Well, aside from that car I thought was following me from halfway out on. A little shoddy, but nothing screamed out at me saying that the car was near total disrepair. It was merely scruffy looking. And I thought I kept seeing it.

However, I also remembered that I had begun to have hallucinations months afo. I assumed the car was not real.

I assumed the car was not real.

It was definitely following me as I broke into the very outskirts of the city. Out there in the wild, it crawled behind me. I tried to pay it no mind as it was a car I did not recognize. And I had paid it no mind.

I missed having lungs and a nose. I bet this air would have smelled great and fresh. But I should not be thinking of such regretful thoughts. I deserved to be this way. I would merely shamble and waste away somewhere for eternity. No one would know where I was. It would be the closest thing to what little peace of mind I could achieve... the closest of being able to depart. I would lose any sense of time as I faded in fully to the background. No sun would shine upon my animatronic body... No human speech would reach my animatronic ears...

I would become Nothing.

"Hey, you sack of shit."

I would truly become inanimate. But what would being nothing feel like? Would everything blur together for me? Will I forget who I was? Or will I forget who I am or where I was? Would being nothing feel exactly like departing? My curiosity overwhelmed me and I just had to find out.

"Hey, over here, Goldilocks."

It would only take as long as me finding the perfect hiding spot. A place where no one would think to look. In another abandoned warehouse, perhaps? There are plenty of places that can be too dangerous for humans t enter, even when absolutely nothing is operating. It would have been at least somewhat easy to locate such a place. Warehouses are often filled with dangerous equipment.

"Don't make me run you over, Bunny Bitch Balls Bastard!"

With the incessant taunting, I glanced over to glare at the hallucination, only to feel myself be floored. I hissed a little in surprise and took a step or two away from the car. It... it was him.

Mike Schmidt.

But... what was he doing here? "Yeah, that got your attention, huh? The fuck are you wandering around out here for?"

It took a moment for me to recover. I flipped open a page. I don't know why, but I felt like I was being electrocuted. Excitement was jolting through my animatronic body. After months of heartache and pain and torture, I had regained hope. He was there, directly talking to me. I could not let this opportunity pass by me.

I could not let this opportunity pass by me.

With quickened breath and somewhat frantic writing, I wrote down a plea, a very simple one, and showed the notebook to him.

"HELP ME GET OUT OF THIS SUIT"

He laughed when he read it.

"And what the fuck makes you think I'd want to help you?"

This was my one chance. I could not let this escape me. Please... Please please please. I had been through so much already. I just want it to end.

"you followed me all the way out here you have some special interest in me why would you be out here if you did not want to help me?"

He stared at me unamused, but I think I had hit the nail on the head. If this was all just a hallucination... if Mike Schmidt started throwing guilt to torment me, I...

...I do not know what I would have done.

"...Shit. Fuck you. I really don't want to help you. You're creepy as all fuck, but at least you don't seem to want to stuff me into any fucking suits or anything."

He still did not leave. The electricity of hope was still surging within my animatronic body, from the animatronic feet up to the tips of the animatronic ears, one reaching higher than the other. He did not leave, so I had to keep on poking and prodding him. Wear him down long enough for me to finally escape guilt forever.

And I did exactly that. I did not know I was so good at manipulating others when so desperate. In fact, a little into it, I made a little game out of it. I enjoyed watching Mike Schmidt squirm as I piled the pressure on to him. I did not care if he hated me. He was going to help me, and I would enjoy every minute of seeing him sweat under my devious little machinations.

He agreed to let me enter his car as he drove back to his apartment so he could help me. And... Hehehahahaha...!

On the way there, it was going to be fun.