Unfixable

The Crate

Luckily, the couple of days that followed weren't quite as hectic, but Foxy did sneak back a couple of times to ask me for advice. Not that I minded. After all, it's not like I was busy doing anything else. The only things I had gotten up to were contemplating my existence, reflecting on past mistakes, recounting those dumb boxes for the millionth time, and naming every spider that I had spotted crawling across the floor.

Despite the fact that I had yet to even spend a full week in the storage room, I had already started eternally begging for something, anything interesting to happen during the ten hours a day I was stuck there.

Eventually, I did get my wish.

During another round of self-reflection, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I guess I must've stopped scaring easily at some point because it barely elicited any sort of reaction from me. Plus, the grip was super weak and that doesn't really read as all that threatening to me.

I looked down at the hand, which was sort of busted looking.

'Wait, that's my hand.' I grabbed it and pulled. "The hell?"

I was suddenly holding the entirety of my missing forearm.

"Aw, Red, you're no fun at all."

"Yeah! You were supposed to jump."

"Or scream."

I looked behind me and found the Bidybabs.

'Of course. I should've known.'

"What are you two doing here? You're supposed to be in the Circus Gallery."

"We know that, but we got bored so we left."

"And then we found this," one of them grabbed the arm back, "and thought it would be fun to try and sneak up on you, but apparently you don't get scared anymore."

"What happened? You used to be a huge pansy."

I shrugged. "Couldn't tell you."

"I hope the new animatronic isn't as low energy as you are, Red."

"But also not as high energy as Funtime Freddy, because we really don't need more of him."

They both started to hit each other with my arm.

"Speaking of which, the new animatronic is here."

"The workers put them behind the curtains in the Gallery."

"Are they already up and running?" I asked.

"No, they're still in the crate."

"The workers want to wait until after we're closed to make sure they're in proper working order."

"Are you excited, Red?"

"I guess? I don't know." I still didn't really feel any type of way. I wasn't all that excited, but I wasn't dreading it either. Though, I did feel some type of way when the Bidybabs started trying to do some sort of stupid, overcomplicated handshake with my busted hand. "Okay, could you two please stop playing with my dismembered arm?"

"No, it's fun!"

Before I could do anything to stop them, they both booked it into an open vent.

I sighed to myself, "Alright, whatever. Guess I'll have to wait a little bit longer to get that back."