I can't move. I can't think. I can't feel anything. I should cry, but I don't. My mind is completely numb.
Faintly, I hear Bonnie calling out to me, but I don't answer. Can't answer. I see him kneeling next to me out of the corner of my vision, then him moving away as he starts arguing with Freddy.
This is unlike anything I've ever experienced before. My body works perfectly, but I feel like I've just been to the scrapyard. I couldn't get up if I wanted to. I understand how Foxy felt all those lonely nights when she had nothing but her own ruined body and a corner of the floor to cry in. A feeling of abject hopelessness overwhelms me, and at this moment it wouldn't matter if the world collapsed in on itself. My world already has.
