I can barely move.

my hands...metal under...fake fur.

I wish I could gain some form of solace in my company, but I don't know them, the others...Bonnie...Chica...no.

those aren't their names.

my name is Nathan.

I have to remember that.

the Marionette told me.

her name was Leslie, Chica was Leslie.

Bonnie's name...Brandon.

across the hall...Foxie...his name was Aaron..he kind of screamed when...well...I don't like to think about that.

now I have a job, like my dad wanted me to get, I entertain children, some younger than I was, some older, but most of all I keep them safe...safe from HIM.

the coward switched to day shift so we can't do anything...I'd never shed blood in front of the kids...they don't deserve that.

I look at Brandon, he had that look of purpose in his plastic eyes again, putting his unfeeling hand in mine.

none of us felt anything anymore.

"plan time...?"

I nod, opening my mouth, but I wasn't able to speak yet, Leslie didn't say anything, she hadn't moved, she just stared blankly at the empty room

"s...leeping." rasped brandon, "dreams better than...reality."

i nod again, I wanted to sleep too, but we had work to do

"new...man...in office..."

i sigh, grinding my gears a bit, yes, I know about the new security guard, it doesn't make any difference

"purple...shirt..."

my head snaps around to him and that DAMN song starts playing again, i hit myself in the chest to stop the music and Brandon
he starts again, "purple...shirt...talk to him...tell him not to worry...we...kill new guard...wait till morning...stop working...purple shirt uses golden...bonnie..."

I stop him with a hand on his chest, trying my hardest, I manage to rasp out of my speaker, "goldennnn...bonnie...s-uit...deadly.."

Brandon nods, "spring...trap."

I look at my hands, "kill...purple...shirt?"

"kill him...in way he killed us."

"Irony."

we both look over at Leslie, she had turned to us, "that's Irony."

we both nod, "that's the point." creaks Brandon

I shift my weight, "we...st...art...now."

"what day is it?" asks Leslie

"monday..."

i let out a slow but menacing chuckle, and I hear the coward jump in his seat, "WHAT WAS THAT?!"

"5...nights...to kill..."

Leslie nods and points at me, "5 nights...at Freddie's"

we all laugh and begin to shake the dust from our joints, moving and jerkily walking, I walk towards Aaron's corner, I pull open he corner, "wake...up."

he lashes out with his hook, snagging on to my nose, the hook going through the material

"GO...AWAY..."

"you...fast..."

"GO...AWAY..."

i could see blood leaking from his eye sockets, he'd been crying.

"we...kill...purple...shirt..."

he stopped, "how...?"

"Bonnie...explain..."

I sense the cameras train on us and I know it's show time

I hope you enjoyed my 1 shot.

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