I always assured myself that you were needed only for my father's experiment and nothing more. But damn it, the way you smiled at me and trusted me, I'd be lying if I said it didn't make my chest feel warm.

You've always wanted to get me out. To help. But I didn't need any help.

You had to become our ballerina. It was necessary.

Every damn night, I walk past the animatronics room and stop by the Ballora. I swear I can still see you, not that damn animatronic.

Maybe I was wrong? But you can't be brought back.