FNAF - Forgotten (NEW)

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  The room was cold, as though filled with the cold heart of a grown not-so-man. The smell of dingy blood filled his nose, his blood. His sense of sight had almost seemed as if it disappeared. His sense of smell just grew stronger. His bones felt like they dissolved, His body dipped in hot burning glue. The sweat on his leathery-skin stuck to the floor with every movement.

  I smelt what death would smell like, Putrid meat, rotten onions, barf, and literally a dead.. human? The smell grew worse and worse, and the heavy steps of metal clanking against the old tile floor echoed. I looked around to see if I could see a bit of the source and my sight appeared almost in an instant. There, in front of me, stood a heavy, yellow piece of metal, dressed in fabric. They deemed him as "safe for kids", but I knew that was a lie. The company is just a big sham, trying to earn money for their own doing. They don't care about the law-suits, only if they earn big bucks. In reality, that robot was extremely dangerous, and on two occasions it chomped down and enjoyed eating the child's head. On one of the occasions he actually got their brain. This thing, in front of me, standing, isn't child-friendly. Practically, not a robot, more-of a murderer. "FredBear". The name he was given at creation, and the name I will never forget.

1987

  I ran into the rec room. Nobody else goes in there, and It's not for my entertainment, It's for the companies, 'and for the children'. The foam limbs of animatronics sat in a line. I went past them, ignoring them, and went to the corner of the room.

 I felt as though everything was ending. A little kid, age unknown, maybe 7-9 by the looks of it, went off and told them everything. Everything he had walked into and seen on that day. I couldn't hold the urge to find him and just stuff him in a suit and watch the spring-locks puncture him.

 'It's about time for the Pizzeria to open' I thought to myself while I looked at the clock that read '5AM'. I had to look my best for today, I never look like a mess. Besides, the messier I look, business dies down. I'm not saying that business stops rolling, I'm saying that my job will be in danger. My job isn't really what you would call a job but more like "The companies dirty work". The company hired me to kill children. When I first heard them say this I was shocked, they said they would pay 400$ for each child. Why? They said the reason behind it was "Lore". To me it seems like they're paying me so they aren't the ones getting shut-down for murder. While I was shocked, just the thought of holding 400 dollars in my hand was overwhelming, and I accepted. While I can't let anyone see me during the day, unless, of course, they're children, It's much better than the nightmare I lived through.