All around me are familiar faces
Freddy, Chica and Bonnie stood on stage, looking at all of the children gathering around the stage. Freddy and the gang wished they could go back to when they was one of them, a child and nothing more. The children all looked the same as other children that came here, perhaps the gang played for their parents at one point.
Worn out places
They hated this place, over thirty years of standing on this stage, singing those same stupid songs. Over and over and over and over again. But, there was two things that kept them going in their miserable existence. One, the kid's happiness, that's what they looked foreword to everyday. Two, night. Yes, just the night. They were allowed to roam and play at night, play with the night guard. They liked playing with the night guard like the man once did with them, the purple man that took them in to the back. The man that made them the animatronics they were today. Just thinking about it made anger swell inside of them, if they couldn't live, why should someone else be able to?
Worn out faces.
Everyday, they saw the exact same people. Every worker, every adult, every child. It's like nothing has or will ever change. Nothing will change, they are stuck here forever. They can't even tell anyone what happened to them. Now isn't that fucked up?
Bright and early for the daily races
They were always fixed up early in the morning, just ten minutes after six. The repairman always wondered what the hell was the red liquid on them, well, he didn't know that the other night, if they got lucky, that they ended the night guard. The repairman didn't know that that red liquid was a certain man or woman who slipped up. Slipped up for the last time.
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
Foxy knew he wasn't going anywhere, though the others had hope, Foxy had none. Everything was ripped away from him one day and there was only two feelings that consumed him.
Guilt and sadness.
He didn't mean to bite that child. Foxy's mouth just broke, because for some reason, the repairman would always skip Foxy, mumbling something about how he was creeped out by the pirate fox. Foxy just curled up in the corner of Pirates Cove, holding himself though it didn't help anything. He only had himself in this fucked up world, just himself. Even his old friends shunned him, saying he was just as bad as the Purple Guy. He just wanted to die, but he couldn't. He was an animatronic, doomed to be alone for the rest of time. To think about it, Foxy hasn't seen light in about twent years.
Their tears are filling up their glasses
All of the animatronics just wanted to cry. Cry their little hearts out, but as said before, they couldn't. They wanted to leave, they wanted to be alive, to see their parents. But nope, can't. People swear they can see depression in the animatronic's eyes, but that's crazy. Their just robots. They can't feel, right?
No expression, no expression.
The animatronics just show no emotion, none. They rarely talk to each other and they just forgot how to show some feelings. Dying at the age of five, someone might have thought they would atleast try to be happy and cheer each other up. No. They realized everything they lost, they lost a chance to love. To grow up. To have a life.
Hide my head, I wanna drown my sorrow
They all feel sadness in their hearts, all at the same magnitude. They just want someone alive to talk to but they are also jealous. Mostly sad, but jealous. They are depressed and angry. Vengeful and merciless. They get rid of their sadness by attempting to kill the security guards.
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Five Nights At Freddy's One Shots
РазноеOne Shots revolving around loved (and not so loved :p) FNaF characters. Feel free to request, none is to outrageous or bizarre. I also do lemons/limes/BDSM. Remember: Freddy Fazbear's is not responsible for death or injury~!