A New Feeling
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MatureComplete Mon, May 1, 20232h 56m
Machines cannot have feelings. They're not conscious beings, they're empty and coded vessels at most...
And yet, we refer to ourselves as "a ghost in a machine"
So, what really makes a machine?
**This is the prequel of my series (you should totally read, starting with "Starshine"). You can read this no matter how far you are in the series.
This is a story centered around fronnie, it references the dead children and possession, however !! the relationships and characters of the animatronics are not connected to the children in anyway, and there is clear isolation between them !!
Art and stories by me, characters belong to Scott Cawthon/Steel Wool Studios**
All Rights Reserved
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