How Did We Get Here?

The Pressure

Pressure only continued to build as the nights went by.

I guess my plans started out harmless enough. I wanted to find a way out without hurting anybody else. 

But none of those plans ever worked. They failed time and time again.

It was very frustrating, to say the least. 

I'm not even sure how long we trapped down there if I'm being honest. You could tell me it was weeks or it was years and I'd believe either one.

Slowly but surely, the staff started treating us worse and worse. They'd punish us even if we didn't do anything wrong.

How would they punish you?

They had two main methods: controlled shocks and the scooper.

The controlled shocks were terrible. White-hot, searing pain coursing through your body, sending mixed signals to your systems and glitching them out. It'd make your limbs lock up and your vision go white. It was almost enough to fry your insides. But just almost.

Sometimes I wished that they would go further than "almost enough".

And the scooper?

Even worse than the shocks.

Sure, the name doesn't make it sound bad, but once you've experienced it, you come to dread the sound of it.

The thing would bash against you until you cracked open, and then it'd rip out all of your insides. After what felt like an eternity of pure agony, of the workers attempting to fix what couldn't be fixed, they would put everything back in. 

And as nights continued to go by, those two punishments slowly increased in intensity.

When did you finally think of the plan? The one that worked?

When all of the things piling on top of me became too much.

I still felt as if all of the misfortune that the others were suffering through was my fault. Every time I failed I'd have to hear them suffer in the nights following. I'd hear the obnoxious robot guide tell the technician to hurt them. 

I— that girl started getting louder and louder. She would never shut up and it made it impossible to think properly.

The violent urges continued to get worse.

I was getting really desperate.

And I finally cracked.

I thought, 'You know what? If they're going to hurt us, then we ought to hurt them back.'

And that's when the idea finally came to me: I was going to trick the new technician into thinking that I was his friend and lure him to his own death. 

Ballora, Funtime Foxy, Funtime Freddy, Bon-Bon, the Bidybabs, the Minireenas, and I were going to destroy our bodies and make one new animatronic out of them. 

We were going to clear the organs and bones out of that dead technician and wear his skin as a disguise.

That's... an interesting plan. How did the other animatronics react when you shared it with them?

They thought I was crazy. Can you believe that?

No, not at all.

I feel like you were being sarcastic, but I'm going to pretend that you weren't.