Underground

Prologue

Two men in blue mechanics uniforms with the words "Circus Baby's" embroidered on the back, lugged the heavy box out of the elevator. They were carrying the first brand new Circus Baby's animatronic into their underground prison. Carefully, they dragged the box containing the robot and stood it upright. One of the men pulled out a crowbar from his toolbelt and began to wedge it between the front of the box, and the box itself. The men carried away the large piece of wood and gazed up at the seven foot tall piece of machinery that stood before them.
    Circus Baby, the main animatronic and the new brand of Afton Robotics, stood tall and lifeless. The mechanics grumbled and struggled to get her onto the stage, but eventually she was stood on the platform. She looked much less ominous than when she was in the dark box she had been shipped in. Still, the mechanics shuddered at her tall stiff stature. The air within Circus Baby's gallery was still and cold, only adding to the eerie atmosphere of it all.
    As the two men left, they took the box with them. This left the room empty, quiet, and still. No lights, little decoration, and one singular animatronic standing alone on a somber stage. Alone. In that moment, everything was calm, creepy, yet still calm. It was perfect.
Over time, Circus Baby's Pizza World and Rentals grew in popularity. Not only with the public, but especially with a particular little girl. Elizabeth Afton, a little girl with ginger hair and green eyes. She loved the red an white doll with the orange pigtails, made by her father. Elizabeth both admired the animatronic and envied her. William, Elizabeth's father, seemed to love the robot more. He did love it more.
    No matter how hard she tried, Elizabeth could never get the attention of her father over his beloved robotic creation. The robotic clown who could sing, and dance, and make balloons. And what could Elizabeth do? She could try, and try, and try to be like Circus Baby. And she could fail. Her sadness formed into anger, pure spite against the lovely animatronic.
    No longer did Elizabeth wish for the approval of her father, she wished for the Circus Baby animatronic. Not only that, she wished to be the animatronic. Then, and only then, would she be able to have the appreciation and full attention of her father. She began dressing up like the clown, but it wasn't enough. She began to dance like the clown, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough.

So she became perfect