It long, I'm sorry.
Spring Bonnie led me through the halls, past the bathrooms and a hallway with many kids in it. I recognise them. Tiffany, Rachel, Lauren, Melissa, Katie, Heather. Yay! Spring Bonnie helped me find the party.
I started to pull away, but Spring Bonnie didn’t let me go.
“Hey, they're over there,” I told him.
The golden bunny pulled me towards a different door. It had a sign saying employees only on it.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I want to show you something amazing. You should give it to the birthday girl. She will want to be your best friend if you give her that.”
Heather’s best friend was Tiffany, but I really wanted to be her best friend. My only other options are Crystal and Michael. Ew.
Spring Bonnie opened the door. “Go inside.” I walked into the room. In it, were the old animatronics. The ones Crystal showed me in the old Polaroid pictures. Freddy and Foxy looked really beaten up. Chica was missing her arms and her month was broken. Bonnie, if that really was bonnie, was missing his face and arm.
I screamed. Spring Bonnie placed a hand over my mouth.
“What’s going on?” I cried, but it was muffled by his hand. I got my spit all over the hand.
My life flashed before my eyes. I wish Crystal had helped me. I wish I said no to the party. I wish I’d stay with the Marionette. I wish I punched Michael in his stupid bullying face. I wish I didn’t talk so much.
Everything went black after that.
I woke up still in the room. Spring Bonnie was gone. The originals were gone. I sat alone in the room. I got up and turned to the door. I pushed it open.
“Crystal,” I called out. No response. I stepped into the hallway. “Spring Bonnie?”
“Do not mention his name in this Christian household!” I heard a semi-robotic voice. I turned. It was Freddy. Next to him was Chica and Bonnie. Bonnie used his one arm to facepalm, well as best a facepalm you can do without a face. Chica turned and banged her head against the wall.
“Freddy,” Bonnie said. “Shut the hell up.”
“What’s going on? Where am I? Where is my sister? What time is it?”
Chica unhinged her jaw. “You’re dead, Fazbear’s Jr., who’s your sister and 12:30 AM.”
“I’m dead?”
“Welcome to our world...what’s your name?” Bonnie exclaimed.
“Kayla.”
“Welcome to hell Kayla!” Chica added.
“Hey Kayla,” I heard a robotic pirate voice. “Do you want to be a robot?”
I turned. It was Foxy.
I jumped up and down. “Oh my lanta! It’s Foxy! You’re my sister’s favorite.”
Foxy raised his pirate hook. “First of all, you watch too much Full House. Second of all, I can’t remember every child I entertain, may have been before my murder. And third of all, do you wanna be a robot?”
I nodded cautiously.
“CHARLIE!” Foxy screamed, making me step back in shock.
The Marionette turned the corner. “Fritz I was vibin’!”
“Charlie, new ghost, new bot.” Foxy pointed to me.
“YOU! You punched my box! You ignored my warnings! You punched MY BOX!”
“What warnings?”
“What part of this-” she moved her hands around her neck, made two thumbs up and pushed behind her and finally pointed below her, roughly meaning stop, get out, get over here “-do you not understand!”
“Oh sorry.”
“You’re going to Mangle!”
“Wait, why?” Foxy asked.
“BECAUSE SHE PUNCHED MY BOX!”
So I became a Mangle. There was another soul there, a puppy. We play together sometimes, both writhe in pain as the sadistic kids pull Mangle apart, and attack the nightguard.
A few days later, we had a new guest. It wasn’t the nightguard, but two teenagers. They came in through the back door and walked to the main room.
Is that- Is that Crystal! AND F#CKING MICHAEL!
