I find myself in a dark void, my new eyes not helping at all, nothing is visible. I can't breathe. I take a moment to calm myself, no wonder I cannot breathe, this is not real. I walk, nothing seems to happen, but eventually I see something. A great ball of shiny white stuff, circling in on itself and shooting things out, just for them to come back, as if this bright ball was a star. I reach out and place my hand against the ball, and my suspicions are correct, this is my soul. I can tell it is my soul due to the feeling of a hand touching my...soul...I guess..It's hard to explain.

I feel everything everywhere on my body as if a hand has engulfed my body. I take my hand off, and the presence of the hand disappears. I can still feel it, how my soul felt, both in my hand, and what it felt like being aware of it...maybe this is how those supernatural powers came to be?

I place my hand on the slowly growing ball, and feel the hand on my soul...I let it rest on my soul, letting myself get used to feeling my soul. After what felt like a few hours, the void I was in...it started to just fall apart, everything falling. I get as close to my soul as I can, and I lean back. I feel myself enter my soul...and something enter my soul...feels very weird.

I feel my...body? Not my body, probably what is my 'mind' acclimate with my soul, gifting me understanding of it. Not that I can suddenly fly or teleport, but...I can see now. Truly, I can finally see.

When my body rises, finished with the nap I took, I take a look around, and I really take a look around. I can see my own soul, still that white hot ball resembling a star, and...whatever is in the parts and service room. Its soul is darker, not black, just a very dark grey. It is hard to tell, but it looks like the soul is fractured and broken, lines running through it. Maybe that is what would happen to me if I had not fixed my body, and stayed in agony for a few years.

Might as well spread the joy, and either help them, or at least put them out of their misery. I walk over to the Parts and service door, and see the soul in the room, against the far wall, not sure what they are doing. I decide to take them by surprise, slamming the door open and stepping inside.

I see yellow fur and rabbit ears, thats all I need to see. I am about to rush it, when it looks at me. Why does it look scared? Is this not Afton? I stop, and lower my hands, looking confused as the...weird rabbit still looks afraid. Maybe it never meant to attack anyone, and was just trying to keep the door shut.

Time to use that new voice, and see if it wants to be helped or not. "Hey, are you alright?" Damn, way to go, how gruff can I come across? I'm sure that inspired so much safety in them.

Looks like they tried to speak back, but like how I was, failed miserably. All that came out was a garble, but their soul said a different thing, a clear plea for help, they are confused and scared.

As much as I hate golden rabbits, due to a certain psycho, I can't ignore this plea for help.

"I am going to help you, please stay calm."

The yellow rabbit certainly tries, but as I get closer, they shiver, betraying how they feel, as if their soul did not do that enough. I stay a bit away, lowering my hands and showing my palms, showing I am no threat.

After a bit of staying like this, I get a bit closer, the rabbit shivers a bit, but remains as calm as they can. Up close, I realize that this is one of the springlock animatronics, and that this one is in really bad shape. Rust, water damage, missing parts, they even have only one eye.

I quickly grab the animatronic, it making a squealing sound, that is further distorted by the broken voice. The confusion and betrayal is clear on the soul, but I try and assure it. "Easy, easy. I am not going to hurt you." It must have been really confusing how a 'normal' looking dude picked up their animatronic body, as they weigh a few hundred pounds.

"I am going to try and fix you, Okay? Please don't fight me."

The rabbit seems to understand, as they calm down and stop struggling. I walk back out to where my stuff is, and set down the large rabbit animatronic.

I go over to the filing cabinet, and pull out some tools from a drawer, need to get an actual bag for these, not lug everything around in a filing cabinet.

I crouch down in front of the rabbit, and slowly take off all the rotting and broken fake fur. I then take a look at the springlock body. Atrocious, is all can use to describe it, what kind of person would think this is safe? Half of the struts that lock the suit into animatronic mode are sharp...why? Well, that does not matter, if I am going to fix this animatronic, I will do it right, but I have to get them back to circus baby's, as everything needed to make a body like mine is in there.

Using the Illuso-disc to make the rabbit look like a backpack, I walk all the way back to circus baby's fully intent on making this rabbit a much nicer body, and relieve them of their pain.

stepping into the elevator, the rabbit tries to speak again, nothing intelligible comes out, but I understand, the soul does not lie.

"We are at the same place I used to make my body."

The rabbit...well, they try to look shocked, but I can only tell that they are shocked by their soul. They try to ask another question, if you can call the garbled speech a question, and I answer what I think they tried to ask.

"I am not human, at least not anymore. This body is made of fake flesh and muscle."

The rabbit goes silent. The elevator stops and I sigh, gonna have to drag something through a vent again...this sucks.

Lots of effort and lots of screeching from the rabbit, and I get us both into the lab. Setting the rabbit up on a table, I go through some notes on the glamrock body. The rabbit notices this, and tries to get my attention. The soul seems to want a feminine body, thats do-able...they want. "I am not giving you double Ds, too bad."

The rabbit pouts, well, they try. No facial parts makes it hard to express yourself, bit the soul radiates her pouting, and it gets pretty annoying.

"Not happening."

The rabbit pouts even more.

"...fine."

The rabbit celebrates.

Man, this is much easier to do, when doing it on someone else, and not your own body.

after finishing the face, and keeping those ears, as they wished, making the first bunny girl. I decide not to include a 'remnant core' with her, don't know the full effects of remnant, and I don't want to inflict that on her.

The rabbit, now with a voice speaks. "Thank you for your help, I am sorry if I scared you when we first met."

"No problem, anything I can do to help, I will."

We both leave the building, it being much easier not having to drag anything through a vent. We press the button for the elevator, and ascend.

"My name is Jake, what is yours?"

"...I don't have a name."

"...In that case, would you like me to give you one?"

"Yes please."

"How does Shanna, sound to you?" She seems to like it, as her soul is jubilant hearing me give her the name.

"I love it...thank you."

The elevator stops and we get off, heading back to the abandoned pizzeria, but not before I put the Illuso-disc on Shanna, hiding her bunny ears.

We walk back, and have a pleasant walk, feeling the sun on our skin, and the wind on our hair

Being able to see souls is weird, but very handy. For example, this old dude walking past, he is going to look back and try and ogle Shanna's behind, it is plain as day on his soul. As the old man walk by, I stop for a moment, and walk directly behind Shanna, letting the only thing the pervy old man see is my own ass.

The old man grumbles, clearly pissed that I did that. Not like I care though, no one is going to disrespect Shanna like that. Shanna is a little confused at why I started to walk weirdly, and I just brush it off.

We walk for a bit, and I see another person, this soul is pretty standard, not pure evil, not pure good, just neutral, a grey colored soul.

As they walk past, nothing is amiss. We get back to the pizzeria safe and sound. I go over to my filing cabinet of stuff, and start reading. A few minutes of reading go by, and white hair falls into my vision. Shanna is leaning over me, and her hair has gone over my face. "Need something, Shanna?"

"Nope."

"Mhm." Don't buy that one bit, but okay. I continue to read, and Shanna gets bolder, resting her chin on my head. "Mmm, your hair is soft."

"Thanks, made it myself." We both chuckle a bit, even if the joke was not funny in any way.

We both just sit like that for a while, her resting her head on mine, and me reading the notes of a psychopath. Maybe life is not all shitty?

Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed the chapter. By the way, if you don't like Shanna, her existence is the fault of Ferdinand, he said to make a gender-bent version of him, I didn't but it did give me the idea of Shanna. Hope y'all have a great day, thanks for reading. Its been great -Death