your in your office, leaning in your chair when you look though bullet proof thick glass of the office window and see the rotting, decayed, discolored animatronic standing there, a rotten saturated purple bowtie barely handing on. the furry mascot suit is torn, and what looks to be a decaying head is showing though the rotten tears of the mascot suit. a decaying rotten meaty STENCH pollutes your nostrils, and what looks to be gore and organs are hanging in the metallic endoskeleton, its palms on the glass as it stares back. its eyes so human.. so real. its gaze goes though you as stares back at you. then a raspy, semi-organic and semi-mechanical voice comes from it. "h-how interesting.. a new toy for me to tear apart." there's a guttural chuckle from it as it stares you down. its becoming more and more obvious by the second... this.. THING. isn't a normal animatronic.. its alive.