The One Behind It All

Mess

        That night Freddy explained to me everything he probably should have the previous night.  Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and even Marionette added in several things.  It was ok to say the programmed words, but nothing else. No harming the children or adults. You must be in your place by 6 am. The lights trigger your ability to control yourself.  And most importantly;  no killing the night gaurd. The restaurant was already I  grave danger. The last thing they needed was for a dead night gaurd to show up and end the resteraunt.

       Then the happy joking mood that was barely even there vanished. "Finally.  No matter what, never, ever open Marionette's music box." Marionette hid his face in his arms.

"Unless Marionette is leaving or entering,  it has to stay closed."

    We all nodded in agreement. Suddenly the chimes interrupted our meeting. Eager to get my arm fixed,  I rushed back,  more careful than before. I stood for a while before the lights flickered on.

       A man came in. He held a bag and had no special features. Something about him made me feel odd. But nonetheless I was relieved when he fixed my arm.

    I was not relieved to hear the clash and clatter of children rushing to my room.  One rushed over to me and wrapped his arms around my leg. I struggled to keep my balance but the kids loved to cling to my legs and make me walk around. I loved seeing them laugh so much I kept doing it. Then one of my feet slipped and I fell backwards and hit the floor hard. All I could do was sit still as the children rummaged all over, pulling on my bowtie, staining my fur with mysterious sticky stuff, and one got too good of a grip and completely ripped my hand off. The children laughed but I was filled with pain.                  

      The same child ran down to my leg and pulled my foot off the same way. It hurt so badly, shockwaves racing up and down my body, my systems ad circuits going haywire. The word "error" flashed in my head repeatedly.  After they had successfully ripped off the metal cover on my throat, and shoved my hand ontoy foot socket,  they started to leave.

       When the lights flickered out I screeched in pain. I sat up and stared at my leg, completely bent backwards. My hand jammed in my foot. My bowtie a scraggled mess at my cracked neck, and wires hanging from my handless arm.

     Foxy, Marionette, and Toy Chica heard my screams. Soon all of them came,  but I had laid down again. All I could see was that "error" sign in my head, flashing faintly. They must have stayed silent all night because soon the chimes rang, the lights turned on, and I was forced to stay still.

       The featureless man came and spent hours working on me. He was careful and even scrubbed the sticky stuff out of my fur. Pretty soon I felt good again. Thankfully,  Kids Cove was closed that day due to the time it took to fix me. So I sat, enjoying the peace, waiting for day.