you were at school as usual you were a goth teenager and obsesses over death to the point where you constantly reads and writes poems about it other kids call you freak and arrive home and see that your grandpa left an old broken animatronic it looked like Funtime Freddy with one hand you get an idea and you open up his chest and climb in then he turns on and now your trapped he talks from the outside with a child like tone

“Oh you sorry young soul took a dive into a robots center console”