{Chapter 1}-->Back in the good old days i used to sneak children to the back room and murder them for my entertainment. Oh how they would scream in pain. I would hide the evidence within the animatronics. How was i supposed to know that those little brats would f*CK every thing up and posses the d*mn robots. I guess things never go my way. Especially that day they made me dig through a pile of old parts to find that rusty bucket of bolts know as spring-bonnie. The spring locks switched and tore me limb from limb only leaving vains to connect my body parts. Ripped me apart slowly and painfully till i eventually stopped breathing. When I awoke I was alive. . The electricity flowing through the suit started my heart again. So i live on suffering for eternity's.
