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"I don't know what to think, I've been stuck here for over 30 years and I'm just learning now that theres a way out? What's wrong with me?" Freddy sat by me as I explained to him what I seen last night.

He looked confused "Why would you ever want to leave? We live in a wonderland! A magical place for kids and adults alike!" I keep forgetting that he's a ghost, and that he can't let go of the past. They're all ghosts, except for me of course. Unfortunately.

"What's the use in talking to you, Freddy." I got up as he reminisced on his old days of entertainment, as if it happened yesterday.

I'll admit, having phantoms as your only friends is difficult, especially when you remember when they were real and functional. I'm not sure if they're even real now, or if they're just a figment of my imagination. I hope it's not the latter.

I made my way to the back room and sat against the wall, the place I went when I didn't want to be bothered by the phantoms, or really anyone for that matter. I started thinking about the events of last night more deeply, and came to realize that maybe I was programmed not know that I could leave. Maybe my creators knew I'd be too smart for my own good, and deleted that part of my AI. Is my AI really artificial though, or is it real intelligence? No one knew, not even myself.

"Aye, Springtrap, where are ye?" I heard Foxy's grizzly, deep voice echo in my mind.

"I'm here. What do you want, Foxy?" I replied.

"I heard you were feelin' down, what's botherin' ya, lad?" Foxy was the most responsive of the ghosts, he had somewhat of a grasp on reality. I definitely trusted him more than the others.

I sighed, it sounded distorted and robotic. "There's a way out,"

"What do ya mean? A way out? Where is out?" He sounded just as confused as Freddy did earlier.

"Listen, Foxy, I hate this place. It's torture. A living hell, even. I need you to understand me, be my friend, and not stop me from leaving,"

Suddenly I seen his form appear in front of me. He was much shorter than he used to be, I remember when he was almost as tall as myself, but now he came up to my hip. "Aye, yer the captain. I have just one question though… How are ya gonna do it? There's no doors anywhere, not even the employees can leave,"

"That's the thing!" I answered "The employees can leave! I watched the night guard leave last night, they went through and invisible force, I couldn't see it," I realized as I spoke that I was programmed not to notice any exits. I'm blind to them, unlike you, a human. Blindness of certain objects doesn't exist in your species, but if it did, I feel like you would all understand us better.

That's the problem with being somewhat robotic, you never know what's normal and what's programmed. I envy humans, especially you. You get to leave in the morning. I had to see you again, this just couldn't be real. I peeked from behind the doorway that led to your office. Just so you know, your office used to be a storage room. There was never a security guard before you, I don't know why they decided to get one all of a sudden.

You must have seen me, because you avoided looking in my direction as much as you could. At least you were real, I wasn't just imagining things again. My imagination has been wild lately.

Your watch started beeping and you stood up to leave. I followed you on foot this time, hiding behind some bad decorations whenever you turned around in fear. Finally, you got to the wall that you seemed to walk through last night, and left. Again. How are you doing that? I seen a shadow being cast as you left, but the wall stayed the same dark color. I really am blind to exits.

I've heard of it in other animatronics, the Toys that have been dismantled years ago had that programming. Of course, they were also programmed to be happy with their life, and too stupid to know anything else, unlike myself. I wish I never became self-aware. I wish my wires never shorted out years ago. I've seen how cruel the world really is, and seeing other animatronics like myself not see it saddens me. When will they recognize that not everything is meant to be a game? They might have lived in a happy wonderland years ago, but not anymore. Those days are over, especially for me.