Panda13216

Requested By; KittenCakeYum

There's something numb about pain. It doesn't hurt after a while, and being torn apart over and over again, I think I'm immune to it. My screams used to fill the hallways-now only tears fill in my eyes as my vital parts are exposed. I'm meaning endo-skeleton of course, because that's just what they see.

The last bit of the night consisted of one of my yellow eyes getting lost and a very dilatory child, nothing unusual for me. Until the night guard showed up. I hadn't had experience with a night guard so I wanted to get a closer look. His name is Jeremy I'm sure, and he's got fluffy blond hair.

12:00 A.M

I pulled myself onto the shafts. They felt cold and hard under my fingers, causing the remains of my skin to crawl. Of course it would cause that, I've been up here before, but most of the time it was against my will. I personally hate being up here; considering the condition of my legs I don't think that walking as the others do would be a great idea.

I lunged across the room and into the next. The one consisted of the Marionette's box, but I chose to ignore him and continue on. After all, he's always crying and it makes me very uncomfortable. The originals seem to comfort him yet the toys only make those purple tears stronger. I don't wish to cause pain, so I only listen to his humming to the music.

1:00 A.M

As I pass him I notice the time, oh my goodness! How did it get that far so fast? I wasn't planning this, but still, I mean, my gosh. I can still make it though. I know I can, I've done it before. Only once though, and it didn't turn out well.

I attempted to move more swiftly through the room with BB, but still I slipped and fell on top of the small carousel sitting in this room. I gasped in pain as my back gave a scary crack. Balloon Boy only looked up for a couple seconds, before he returned to his obnoxious laugh. I growled. He's annoying.

I pulled up and tried to crawl into the office, only two more rooms, I told myself. Why was this so hard? I took a look at my empty stomach to see my skeleton having a large hole in it. Pain rose into my chest before it was let out in a large static scream. I couldn't believe this! Was this a result of me falling, or perhaps the children?

I shook my head, no, never. The couldn't dig their grimy hands into my skeleton anyway, so this had to be a result of my own doing. I rolled my eyes. How long had I been upside down, gripping to the ceiling for dear life? It was at least six feet to the ground. With my spine now holed, this could be a life threatening drop.

3:00 A.M

So he's made it this far. I slipped into the main hallway. They were not lying about his blond hair, nor were they lying about his paleness. He looked up at me and the color from his blue eyes drained quickly. I doubt it was from me, but from Foxy who stood only two feet ahead of me.

My pale pink hair made it hard for me to see him, because it was flipping in my face as I hung upside down, but he looked focused. Oh, he was going to take him out. I then noticed why, Balloon Boy sitting casually on the air vent. Yikes, I feel pretty bad for freaking him out. Suddenly Balloon Boy did his signature 'Hi,' before he threw the batteries on the table and left. I saw the man fumble with the batteries before plucking them into his flashlight.

4:00 A.M

He took a quick glance at his glowing green watch. I saw the flashing of 4:02. Wow, that fast. I suppose he'd be happy about that, but I don't like the thought that we'll have to kill him soon.

That's when it happened. The flashing of the flashlight was unmistakable, just a couple times it took for Foxys knees to go weak and hit the floor. Jeremy pulled up the cameras and continued to use the flashlight until Foxy was swaying back and forth. I was sure he would throw up if he had the choice to. Yet he doesn't.

The yellow coloring in his eyes went flickering and my fingers felt glued to the bars holding me upwards. I was breathing heavily, watching Foxy get attacked. The terrible thing was, Jeremy was not at all concerned that Foxy was having a mental break down.

Jeremy looked up, flashed the light a couple more times, and then continued to flip through his tablet. He did not look as concerned with me, which set off my anger. I attempted to lash forward, but I seemed stuck to my horrifying position.

Foxy lurched forward as the light flickered once more. He got into a crawling position and began to retreat backwards. His tail was entwined with one of his metal legs, and he only collapsed when he was out of the guards reach.

5:00 A.M

I was ready to go after him, to kill him on the spot. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. He slipped on a mask, and wait is that Freddy? He must've got the night guard. I grinned, good job Freddy! I followed my old path back until I spotted Foxy; now a lump of red and black on the floor.

"He's t-t-the night guard....." Foxy lifted one of his metallic fingers to point out the night guard.

"That's just Freddy." I insured him. He looked up to me as if too argue, but then looked away without other question.

6:00 A.M

Wonder what got into him! That's so silly, thinking the night guard was Freddy. Poor Foxy...

Oh Mangle. She's so awesome. I love her. :3