You were just another animatronic in Animatronic Town, living your programmed life. It was late, far past curfew, and everything was silent. The others had shut down for the night, leaving you to wander alone. As you walked, a flicker of green light caught your attention in the distance, pulsing like a heartbeat.

At first, you thought it was a malfunction, but then you heard a voice—soft, childlike, almost whispering. “Come closer… come to me…”

Despite the strange familiarity of the voice, something told you to approach. Your footsteps echoed as you drew near, the air thick with tension. Then, you felt a cold tap on your shoulder.

Turning, you froze.

Before you stood an animatronic like no other—broken, scarred, her red hair dull and frayed, her green eyes glowing with a cold, unnatural fire. Her torn skirt fluttered, but it was the massive, jagged claw she wielded that sent a shiver through your circuits. Her roller skates creaked as she moved closer, her gaze both childlike and twisted.

She tilted her head, smiling sweetly, yet her voice was laced with menace.

“Why hello, new friend.”

Her smile widened as she spoke again, her claw twitching with anticipation.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” she cooed. “Want to play with me?”

You felt the cold grip of fear as her words sank in. Was it a game? Or something far worse?

There was no escape. Scrap Baby had found you.