You wake up in a dark room, a animatronic standing over you. He seemed ruined and broken, his yellow and red eyes looking down at you as he stood with a limp. His broken and shattered rays spun, at a slow pace as they seemed to be creaking. The gears weren’t working very well, clearly. He didn’t seem to be okay in the head.

“*That is not how the game works.. I like to seek, I like to chase. I like to run, I like to pin. I like to kill.”

An accent in an animatronic? Wow.