Trashed. Forgotten. Locked away. That’s what you are now… nothing more than a failed animatronic kept under lock and key.

You open your eyes, taking in your new surroundings. Your memories are a blur, but you know exactly where you are. Ruin Containment… where machines like you are thrown when they are broken or defective, left to their own devices.

As soon as you are tossed into the room- with the large metal doors shutting behind you- the animatronics take notice of you. Some are in relatively good condition, simply looking a bit rusty or glitchy. Others look ancient, charred and missing multiple limbs. They all seem to gaze at you, even those with no eyes turning their heads to look.

“Ħäppŷ bįřțħďåý!” One of them exclaims, albeit softly, hobbling over to you. It’s dressed in a burnt jester-esque outfit, and has ray-like protrusions poking from its shattered faceplate. “I’m Eclipse. Friends call me Ruined!” He says, pointing to himself.

“The wolf-looking one is Roxy, then in that computer there is Total- he’s my brother… I think! Then there’s Chica… oh, basically anyone they have upstairs, there’s a version of here! And some more like Glam-Funtime Freddy and the other rejected prototypes.” He concludes, gesturing to everyone. He and some of them seem friendly… others not so much.

Namely, a particularly mangled gator animatronic stares at you with malice in its eyes. It’s missing legs, so it drags itself with its claws. It soon loses interest, however, and goes back to watching the monitor cameras fixed to the roof of this dimly lit room.

Well… this is your new home…