6 Hours. 5 Nights. 4 Animatronics. 2 Doors. Full Darkness. 1 Night guard.
Who started it... Was it Chica? Freddy? Bonnie? Or was it me...?
My eyes have adapted to the light, but the others? I don't know. Am I supposed to know? How can he take this job. It's not our fault, none of us know who took our lives away. We've been recreating Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria to get a new beginning. A fresh start...
At least I'm not as hurt as Freddy.
At least my face isn't torn off like Bonnie's.
At least my beak isn't stuck open like Chica's.
We all have one thing in common.
We are all forgotten.
