oc backstory (fnaf) Discontinued OvO

chapter 3- getting used to this

It was the middle of the day and this time i couldn't move at all. I tried but I failed to do anything because the animatronic itself was moving and singing. There was about 9 kids at the front and they all looked around the ages of 5-10 years old.
I looked to the side and the others didnt seem like they were that happy either. By the end of the day we felt even worst and even more empty.
"I'm surprised they haven't noticed us yet.." said Indigo
"So am I" Quinn replied.
We didnt know what to do. We had nothing to do.
We decided to just take a walk around and look around. We went to the party room and saw the games and activities there. There were arcade machines with lots of bright colors on them. I tried to sit down on the chair but ended up being taller then the machine. We looked around looking at the confetti table clothes and leftover pizza on the table. The room was dark but not too dark to the point that we couldn't see.
"We should get some rest and sit down" said Scarlet. We all sat down after that and talked to each other. We spent the rest of the night talking. The next morning was like yesterday until... we heard a lady screaming. It turns out that they looked in the room.. t-they found the blood. We were happy but the. Realized that wont save us. That night we didnt do anything. By the morning. we woke up to see that the they closed the restaurant. We were trapped even more then we already were but this time in the whole building. We tried many times to escape. Laurence acted strangely and it seemed like he was going insain.. one night I walked alone in the dark pizzeria hall wondering how I'm gonna stay like this. When I started to get a feeling of someone watching me. I look around but I see nothing util..... a black figure walks up and scratches my left eye. I could see the oil drip down from it and ran into the bathrooms.
"Wow......." I said as I see myself the first time in this body. I take down my pony tail that had a pink streak and pull it down to cover my eye. As I looked at it i realized that the workers might realize this new hair style and try and change it but find out my eye was broken. Then they would try and fix me b-but I waited and waited but they did nothing. At this point I was used to this and used to my eye like this.