The Withered Animatronics were scattered around the old Parts & Service room. Withered Freddy sat slumped against the wall, humming a broken tune from memory. Withered Bonnie quietly tuned his damaged guitar, his movements stiff and mechanical. Withered Chica fumbled with her missing hands, trying to hold a cupcake that kept slipping. Withered Foxy sat in the corner, sharpening his hook with restless energy. Withered Golden Freddy lingered in the shadows—silent, half there, half gone.

(you can be one of the Withered animatronics or your own OC)