it had been 21 hours and 11 seconds since the moment you sealed your fate. it was a bright and shiny friday morning, and you were celebrating your cousins 4th birthday. you went to Freddy Fazbears Pizzaria, "a place of magic and fun". you sat across from the bunny animatronic. it was called bunny, or bonny, or bun.. you couldn't quite remember, or maybe you didn't care to. you sat, starring at its design. it was a bright yellow color, lined with silver trim. it had little wire bits sticking out of its mouth, slightly covered by the plastered on smile it had. you looked at the detail, wondering why it had 32 individual teeth, as any human would. why did it need 5 fingers on each hand? why did it have two bendable legs? but most importantly, why was it a suit you could get into? who on earth would waltz around in an old rusty animatronic suit. you looked away to see your cousin smiling and blowing out birthday candles. you clap and cheer with everyone else, but an odd feeling overcomes you. you glance at the animatronic, and it's looking at you. you look away and continue cheering, but you hear metallic bolts grinding. you look again and it's arm is outstretched toward you, as if it was promoting you to join it. you stand up and walk over to the other side of the room. looking again, you see it has returned to its original state, smiling with one hand up, waving. you brush it off and walk out with your family. they get into their cars, and you go into yours. you sit as everyone talks about how weird that place was. all you can think about is that outstretched hand. how close it was to your face. how you could see the fibers of the fake fur on its hand, an odd brown stain covering most of it. you look up, to see you're home. you walk inside, going to your room. hours pass, and you realize you've been on tik tok for longer than you anticipated. you put your phone down and close your eyes momentarily. a loud thud awoke you, and you sit up. all of the lights are off. the window is wide open. the glass had been removed and the cold air blew in. you stand up slowly to see the dark figure of an animatronic across the street, facing you. you walk to the front door, that's been removed. all windows and doors were gone. all clocks were gone. everyone was gone. the cars were gone. the streetlights were all off accept one. it was in between you and the animatronic. you backed away, but it began to move. you figured your best escape would be to run out and to a neighbor. you bolt out of the house and run to your left. it turns to you slowly as you do so. you run and look down, but when you look up, you're right in front of it. you stop running and feel yourself stuck. you can't move, you're just standing perfectly still. it moves slowly, arm outstretched. you try to scream, but your mouth won't move. blackness. silence. still. you wake up in a tight space. you can barely see past its animatronic eyes. you try to move your arms, but all you can move is your left arm. it outstretched towards a little girl in front of you, and it clicked. you got it. it was your turn.
