Not by the Strings, Please.

Refurbished and Dismantled

I squeaked, immediately reaching my hands to scratch at the iron claw that had me in a chokehold. I wanted to scream let me go, let me go but I held my tongue in fear of provoking my attacker. I thrashed for awhile before the hand clenched tighter, and my body went still. When my eyes finally stopped darting, I saw two red glows directly in front of me. I immediately recognized the worn down face as one of the old animatronics left to rot in the parts and service room.

"B-Bonnie!" I chuckled uneasily. "I certainly didn't expect to see you tonight..."

The broken animatronic kept an ominous silence.

"Uh hum...would you mind...l-letting me go?" I asked as civilly as I could muster with a shaky voice. Just a moment upon hearing me say those words, Bonnie let out a electronic drone of fury. He drew me away from the wall, then shoved me backwards immediately after. I yelped with pain as my frail and skinny body was mistreated in such a fashion.

"W-w-w-well he-e-ey-y-y the-ere, p-p-p-p-puppet." A glitchy female voice stuttered from the doorway. I forced my gaze out of Bonnie's only to see Chica standing behind him, grinning at me with a mouth full of warped metal. I whimpered, flashing a frightened smile at her. I would keep my courteous attitude no matter what happened. No matter what. The old animatronic giggled, then pointed what used to be her arm at me, swinging the limp cords into Bonnie as she did.

"Y-y-y-you go-t c-cau-ght didn't you? W-w-why are you awake, huh? D-di-d y-y-you-r-r mus-ic bo-x stop-p or some-thin-g-g-g?" Chica's voice sounded like static as she spoke to me, her vocalizations distorted and barely lucid. These animatronics really are in a state of disrepair, aren't they?

"Yes. Yes, it did. I was...just off to see what the holdup was...in the...security office." I trailed off as I became more and more disturbed by the way Chica was staring at me with her pink eyes cut wide. To my confused dismay, both the animatronics let out a cacophonous laugh that sounded more like someone put shards of glass and rocks in a blender.

"Oh-h-h, l-l-l-littl-e-e to-o-oy. So-o-o na-ai-ve..." Chica taunted. I said nothing, fearing what the broken chicken would say next.

"Th-h-he n-night-t-t guard-d-d is n-no-t-t play-ing y-o-our mus-i-ic becau-se he's d-d-dead." Chica snickered. My whole body sprang to life at those few words and I managed to thrash some more.

"W-what!? D-dead!?" I shrieked, facing only Chica. Behind me, I heard the confused and furious grunting of Bonnie as he reasserted his grip on my thin body to prevent me from escaping.

"Y-y-y-yup! D-d-d-dea-a-a-ad!" Chica cackled, the metal in her mouth shuddering as she laughed. Dead? He can't be! The night guard-!

"Why is he dead?! What did you do?!" I cried, fearing the worst for the poor human adult that had fallen prey to these evil robots.

"Foxy and I shoved him into a costume." A deep, electronic voice burbled as the idol of the restaurant stepped into the Prize Corner. At least, he used to be the idol. Behind him stepped in Foxy, who had the red fluid that oozed out of humans when they were hurt dripping down off his hook and teeth. My eyes widened.

"You did what?!" I exclaimed, reaching my hands up to my throat to make another attempt at freeing myself, but an eerie growl from Bonnie warned me not to.

"Why do ye care, puppet? After all...he was just a human." Foxy said, his face twitching violently every so often.

"Just a human?!" I cried, appalled at the words that escaped the pirate fox's broken jaw.

"Well, we could always just call him an endoskeleton that needed a suit, can't we?" Freddy chimed in. The animatronics surrounding him let out a spine-chilling chuckle.