The new animatronics. The toys. We hated them. We were dismantled and used as parts... for them. They stole our parts. I'm ugly now. I used to be the cute bunny with the huggable cloth suit. My face is gone. My suit is torn and stained. These animatronics are disobeying the rules. We're supposed to be huggable and sweet to kids. We're supposed to protect them from the evil people... What's so huggable about plastic? They have no emotion they're faces plastered into one single face. We are sent to rot and rust in an empty room. I just want to see the kids again. We all do. Why are they any better than us? If we can't see the kids... we need to protect them... the evil people will never hurt them again...
It's 12:01 AM we can move now. We need to find the evil people. They are creeping about now. They are hurting them... I hear a scream. It's coming from the back stage. I shuffle down towards the sound. I look behind the curtains to see nothing. There is nothing there. Just the toy's spare parts. Is it just in my head? Why do I keep hearing these things? Am I insane?
It's morning. I can hear the toys performing. I also hear the creaking and cracking of toy Foxy being torn apart again. The toddlers and younger kids are always messing with her and breaking her. I hear employees talking a lot and they just call her "The Mangle" now.
My old comrades are right beside me . Chica, Freddy and Foxy. They're all here. We are making our move tonight. The toys don't know the importance of getting the evil people in the room we're not supposed to go in. They don't know about those poor kids... They don't feel the rage we feel every night when we can still hear the piercing screams of those kids being stuffed in suits and dismantled like machines. They didn't watch it. We did. We are going to get our revenge. We are going to stuff them this time.
