Emmits Pov

Whoa! Get your creepy metal hands off of me. I'm not going anywhere with you.

"That's what you think!" Armen said as he cinched his right thumb and pointer finger about Emmit's ankle, knocking him to the ground. "You're coming with me. They all come with me. There isn't a night guard alive, of should I say DEAD, that hasn't come with me."

I didn't take this job to become an animatronic! Let go of me you piece of scrap metal covered in cloth. No matter how hard I tried to kick my legs and get myself free, I couldn't. Those metal fingers were stronger than anything I had ever tried wrestling with before.

"The new guy giving you trouble, aye?" I could hear the voice booming down the hall. "If you wait up, I'll grab his arms and we can carry him to the parts and service room together."

"That would be great Drake!"

My heart began to beat faster and faster as Drake approached. I started swinging my arms all around. No way was I going to let Drake help take me to the parts and service room. I know what they do there. They make you into an animatronic and I prefer to remain human. Unfortunately for me my flesh became exhausted and the plushy metal animatronics never tire out. I finally had no more fight in me and succumbed to the understanding that I was not even going to make it through my first night shift. I had failed to ward off the evil that was coming my way.

Drake dropped my arms and they flopped hard onto the cement floor of the pizzeria. He opened the door the parts and service room and threw on the switch. There were parts of animatronics everywhere: heads, arms, legs, feet and suits of all shapes and sizes.

"Hum," said Armen as he looked around. "Should I let Emmit pick his suit or should we do it?"

"I think we should pick out his suit," Chica answered. "I've got the perfect pink plushy with a matching tutu that I've been waiting forever to have someone try on."

No way! I protested. I've never dressed like a girl in this world, I sure am not going to in the next. I don't care how much they torture me. As long as I am alive and have a say in it NO TUTU! No girl!

"Well Chica, I think he didn't like your suggestion. Can't say as I blame him. You're always looking to add girls to the mix, but most of the time men prefer to be men." Drake looked at Armen and they shook their heads, agreeing.

I was thankful the guys understood. If I had to get stuffed into a suit, I'd rather it be some creepy guy then a pink fluffy bunny.

"How about this one?" Drake said holding up the body of an anima looking young man with brown hair and green eyes. The metal jaw hung loose as if it had been dropped in shock.

Is that all you've got? I asked.

"We've got other suits to stuff you in, but I'd say this is the one that fits you. best," Armen replied. "If you don't like it, I guess we can give you that girl suit with the green eyes and yellow hair with pink highlights.

Pink highlights! I protested. No thanks!

"Well then, let's stuff you up!" Armen smiled as he grabbed Emmit's right arm. "You're right handed aren't you?"

Before I could answer Armen crushed the bones in my fingers and jammed them into the metal hands of the suit. I screamed in pain but that didn't even begin to phased Armen. He continued my transformation profess by breaking my right elbow and pushing my arms into the suit. Once he was done with my right side and went to my left side and repeated the process. The pain was so great I thought I was going to pass out. Next Armen crushed the bones in my right foot and stuffed it into the right leg of the suit and repeated the same with my left foot.

I was beyond being in pain when Armen grabbed me by the head. "Drake, I'm going to need your help with the head. Hold the suit up while I break Emmit's neck." He must have seen the panic in my face. "Don't worry, it won't hurt much. It's just a quick snap of the neck and you'll be dead. There won't be any pain after that."

I said my prayers over and over...Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

"It's good to make peace with your maker. I say my prayers every day too! Oh my Notch! Oh my Notch! Oh my Notch! It makes me feel better about what I have to do."

It didn't look like Armen was having any trouble doing what he had to do. In fact, I think he was enjoying making me hurt.

Crunch, snap crack. Everything went black. The pain was gone. When I opened my eyes it was as if I was looking through someone else's eyes. All around me things looked blockish. Kind of like I was in some sort of LEGO desert. There were cactus and sage brush everywhere I looked. I had no pain--it seemed a distant memory. I just felt strange. I took a step forward and fell straight to the ground. Hum? I looked down at my feet and they didn't look like my feet. They were squares but rounded on the bottom of the foot. I tried to stand again but felt wobbly. Perhaps I should just crawl I told myself. Then I looked at my fingers. They were just as strange as my feet. Yikes! I'm not who I am I told myself. But, I am me! I know I'm me! I am so confused!

Suddenly a thunderous sound filled the air. It became louder and louder. I looked all around and then my eyes caught the sight of horseback riders. "Whoa! Whoa! Stop! I said!" I recognized the rider. It was Grayson from Minecraft and the Haunted. "I think we took a wrong turn guys!" Grayson said looking back at the other riders. "We're going to have to backtrack."

"No way!" Drake protested.

"I told you to ask for directions!" Mia scolded Grayson. "Guys...why won't they just stop and ask for directions. But, no! I can figure it out on my own. They never learn."

"I think I'm going to throw up!" Armen said right as he chucked up. "This horseback riding is making me sick to my stomach. Up and down and up and down and up and down. Why can't they just invent cars already?" Armen dropped his head back down over the side of the horse and started to close his eyes again. "Whoa! What's that?" He sat back up and pointed to something off in the distance.

"Not, 'What's that?'" Mia said as her eyes caught sight of where Armen was pointing. "It's more like, who's that?" Mia jabbed her heels into the side of the blaze faced sorrow causing it to make a run towards me as I crawled across the burning hot dessert sand. "Are you alright?" she asked me.

I told her I was ok, even though I was dying of thirst and my hands were hot and puffy. Mia was as beautiful as I had dreamed she would be from my days of playing Minecraft.

"Is that you Emmit?" Grayson said as he pulled his black stallion up next to Mia's horse.

I was shocked that Grayson knew my name. How do you know me? I asked Grayson.

"I recognize you from Five Night's at Freddy's. You're the new animatronic. How does it feel?"

I don't know. I've only been an animatronic since I woke up in this desert. I really don't know anything at this point.

"Here son," Drake said as he threw a water bottle down to me. I opened it up and began to gulp the water as fast as I could. "Whoa! Slow down. It's not good to drink so fast when you are dehydrated. Sip it at first or you'll be sorry!" It was hard to slow down but I honored his wishes. Once I had finished drinking I wiped my mouth and stared at my favorite Minecraft figures sitting on their horses in front of me. It was so much to comprehend. Last thing I remembered was being stuffed at Five Nights at Freddy's and here I am on my hands and knees in Minecraft. How did that happen?