Not by the Strings, Please.

Night Time

I smiled as amiably as I could as I handed out gifts to the last children of the day. They giggled as they accepted their gift and walked away from my box, admiring their cheap plastic masquerading as a toy. I watched them leave, chattering noisily amongst themselves about how Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria is the best, and how they love toy Chica and toy Bonnie, and how good the pizza is.
Not a word about me. Not a single remark. I wouldn't let it upset me. Not today at least. Instead, I drew myself lower into my box and caste out my senses to near by rooms. I heard the electronic singing of toy Freddy fazbear, the sounds of children viciously dismantling mangle, and the general sounds of happiness and laughter. I smiled wide, making sure the employees in the room wouldn't see. The children were happy, and that was all that mattered. Well, it mattered to me at least. I don't know about all the other animatronics. After all, I know what they do after all the children go home. I have known about it for a long time. But I never let it bother me. Not once.
"Aight. Let's shut 'er down" a man said with a gruff voice, standing up from behind the counter. I watched his every movement carefully as he locked up the glass cases that held the toys. "Night puppet" he said graciously, looking back at me as he shut off the lights. As soon as I heard the door close, I quickly retreated to my box. The dark was debilitating, and I felt safe in my metal casket. In the prize corner, I heard noises throughout the restaurant, such as Freddy and his gang saying farewell to the children and the men shutting them off for the night.
I knew not the hour, but what I did know is that it would soon be time. The animatronics would soon roam. And I refused to be awake to see it.
When my music started playing, I settled my self into my box and waited to become tired. In the meanwhile, I fiddled with the buttons on my chest and began to sing along to the quiet melody.
"My grandfather's clock was to large for the shelf. So it stood ninety years on the floor. It was taller than half by the old man himself. And it weighed not a penny more." I crooned myself faintly. "It was bought on the morn that my grandpa was born and was always his treasure and pride. But it stopped short never to go again when the old man died..." I sighed, falling into a sweet sense of comatose. I can count on the nightguard to keep my lullaby playing. I know I can. I know. sleep world was dark, but not dark like the restaurant at night. It was like being wrapped in a charcoal black blanket. It felt safe and it was calming. Throughout my empty mind, the soft melody of the music box played my fears away. Every so often it would stop, and I would hear the frantic cranking of the handle as a nightguard rushed to wind it up again in fear of me. Such made my heart ache. Afraid? Of me? It just wasn't fair. Not at all. True, my appearance is rather unnerving, but that should be no reason to-
Oh, forget it. If that's how they feel, then so be it. I push the thought away quickly and curled up into a tight ball, ready to face forward into the morning until I heard something. No. more precisely, I stopped hearing something. The soft tune that had played me to sleep had ceased. I waited patiently, dismissing the matter as a brief obstruction. The night guard must've had something pressing to attend to. A moment past. Then another, and another. Still no music box.
I side with minor annoyance as I woke myself. Surely the nightguard didn't mean to forget about me, but I had to check in on him. Bracing myself to face the darkness, I lifted the lid to my box slightly and peeked out. The prize room was shady, and the cameras were currently offline. He really did neglect me. I pause for a moment, checking around the prize corner to make sure the coast was clear. Nodding once to myself, I pushed open the lid completely and sat up. I wanted to make it clear that I would wait a few moments before I came in there. I wasn't worried. He would come to his senses before then. After all, I've never had to come after anyone before.
I stared at the camera, waiting for the online light to blink on. Nothing happened. The night guard must of gotten careless. I sighed, looking down to devise an approach. The last thing I wanted to do was frightened the night guard; the other animatronics have already done that. Perhaps I should take a logical advance. State my business clearly and inquire why he forgot about me. Yes. That seemed like the best way to go about the situation. But before I could leave, a cold metal hand seized my neck and held me against the wall.