Shattered (FNAF X Animatronic! Reader) (Remake)
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You're shattered; broken... 'unfixable'
For most of your life you were forced to perform on stage, dancing and singing, only to be destroyed and locked away... left to rot in a dark room. What would happen if you met the 'monsters' that roamed the halls at night?
"There's something important I have learned to do over the years... How to... pretend..." - Circus Baby
This is a remake of a book I wrote back in 2019, so most things will be the same and hopefully better written
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