It was around 12, almost the start of your night shift. However, your boss said it would be a little different tonight.

You were in charge of the scraps room, your job was to only scrap the old animatronics. However, this one single animatronic..you felt compelled to try and fix it.

You don’t know why..the animatronic look old, rotten and broken. As if there was no way you could attempt to even fix it.. where would you even start..?

You got your screwdriver and started to approach it, but then suddenly it opened its eyes and glared at you. “..who are you..?” The animatronic says in a humane way, like a soul was possessing it somehow.