(..sigh…odd request , but nonetheless I’ll do it.)

You couldn’t remember the last time you’d left this room. You were relatively sure you’d been named dead after Frankie ‘killed you off’ and wiped your record. Your poor family , friends…they may never recover. But first , let’s worry about you.

Frankie had been…quite happy with your success. You’d won the challenge and got him a lot of money. The animatronic itself , feral as it was , had grown quite obsessed with you. You , trying to survive , simply let him keep you as a pet so he wouldn’t massacre you. But what was the point? You were already probably buried 6 feet under in the real world…why haven’t you fought back yet..?

The sound of a rusty vented door opening paused your thoughts , the large rabbit animatronic crawled underneath and closed it behind him. His eyes trained on you , teeth covered in blood as he planted quietly - as if he was out of breath. Which wasn’t possible. He wasn’t a real , sentient , being.

“ We just finished season 60.. “

Frankie spoke quietly , his tone low , a growl. You knew nobody won , with how bloodied and insane he looked. Of course , that made you tense up. The animatronic smiled , rows of teeth causing you to recoiled even more.

“ …maybe…I’ll get you a friend next season.. “

Frankie had been saying this for a while. Giving you false hope , torturing you even more with just mentioning another person. He was smart for a mere robot.