He went too far.
He took what wasn't his.
He took THEM.
The ones dedicated to my sister's children.
But majority are now Phantoms.
Yet they are physical.
They have emotions... They are just like humans.
He has jailed them in an attract...
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I remembered them, I remembered their smiles, I remembered their personalities, and I remembered how they used to play simple games with the children; such as patty cake, or hide and seek. Those are some of the memories I cherish the most, but day by day, the thin thread that kept me in touch with them, was slowly slipping from my grasp. They are the ones dedicated to my nephews and nieces. The memory of the day they helped me design the animatronics I call my children crept to my head. They each were allowed to design ONE robot. JJ, the youngest, and Goldie, The eldest, were the only ones out of all of them to design an animatronic that resembled some of their imaginary friends, while the others designed their robots to resemble them.
It was way back before the... incident, with my business partner. We were the managers of the once popular restaurant known as 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria'. I am in charge of building and fixing the animatronics, while my partner's part was to do things such as paying taxes. Everything was normal. At least it was... I don't know what happened. I wish I knew what happened.
One day, in the year 2001, as usual, I ate a slice of pizza after a long day of work. The Pizzeria was going to be closed for the winter holidays... but once I finished my pizza, my eyelids were forcing me to sleep. As I got up from the table I was sitting as, my whole body went numb, as I crashed onto the floor. By the time I woke up, I found myself tied up to a table leg, with my partner messing around with metal bits on a table next to me.
"What are you doing?" Were the words that escaped my mouth. He only looked at me with a new emotionless stare.
"Obviously setting this whole building on flames with you in it, then I'll take the animatronics for myself" Was his response, making my heart skip a beat. He was gonna do what!? I started to whimper, my eyes filled with tears. Out of all the things I could shoot back, nothing was said... He took out a Jerry Can from under the desk and started pouring gasoline on the floor. He left a trail of it as he left the room.
I had to do something... I had to hurry, but then... I saw my phone that could only send voice mails, resting on the floor, inches away from me.
I don't know why he did this, I wish I knew why he did this, He took THEM. The ones dedicated to my sister's children. But they were in the fire, Yet they survived, I have already breathed my last breath. I am clueless of his next course of action. Her kids must find them... But it won't be easy. Without an escape, I can't help them, I have died.
