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Vanessa couldn’t help but groan once the world came back to her. Despite just waking up, she felt exhausted, and the bright light in her eyes was doing nothing to help the situation.

It took her a second to realize something was wrong with this situation. That she never remembered falling asleep.

“Wha…” she tried to shield her eyes from the light from her eyes, but found she was unable to move it. She looked to her right and found why. A cable was tied to her wrist, the other end to the leg of the table she now laid on, leaving her little to do but twist and turn the limb. Glancing at her other limbs proved they were in a similar situation.

“What the fuck is this?” she mumbled, mainly to herself.

“Yer awake.”

Vanessa jerked her head at the noise, only met with shadows. It took a minute, but her eyes adjusted, and the look on her face went from confused to annoyed once she saw the bright green that covered the being.

“Monty, what the Hell is this?” She growled out, glaring at the animatronic reptile. “If you don’t untie me right now I swear-”

“Shut yer mouth ‘for Ah rip it off yer face.”

At that exact moment, Vanessa recognized that the person holding her captive was an animatronic capable of clawing into concrete and strong enough to crush steel.

She shut her mouth tight.

The gator walked closer to where she was laying, the loud steps reverberating through the room. As far as she could tell, the animatronic’s gaze never left her, eyes hidden by star shaped sunglasses. Despite the lack of lungs, there were sounds like the robot was breathing heavily, chest adhering by moving up and down.

For a minute, nothing was said. The animatronic only stared at the woman bound on a table. Simulated breathing stuttered several times. As though it kept trying to speak, only to rethink doing so each time. Wanting to find just the right words to say.

The breathing stopped as the gator got to the side of the table. It looked right at her face, and Vanessa knew it was looking her in the eyes.

“…Ah hate you.”

It was said quietly. Almost so quiet she didn’t hear it. She blinked.

“Ah…Ah hate you.”

It was louder this time. Then, again.

“Ah…hate…you…”

And then, a scream as the animatronic grabbed the woman by her shoulders.

“AH HATE YOU!”

It shook her, filling Vanessa with fear and dizziness.

“AH HATE YOU! YER A MONSTER! YER AWFUL! HORRIBLE! A KILLER! KILLER! MURDERER! KID MURDERER! KID MURDERER!”

The gator had been shaking as well, to the point that the star shaped glasses had fallen onto the floor. Though it was blurry, Vanessa could see dark oil stains covering most of the orange eyes and white sclera, leaving only pinpricks of light visible, and tracks going down the gator’s cheeks.

Like tears.

“An’ everyone acts like-like you were good. Like you did nothin’, an’ that’s-that’s not right! It’s wrong, it’s wrong, it’s wrong!”

The simulated breathing was back, and it was more sporadic now. Frantic. Vanessa was being shaken so much, she thought she could feel blood pooling beneath her head. She definitely felt pain in the back of her skull.

“It’s not fair! It’s-it’s fucked! It’s bad and it’s not fair! Not fair not fair NOT FAIR!”

The gator was openly sobbing at this point. Oil was dripping onto Vanessa’s face from above. Despite the limited range of emotions that could be seen on the animatronic’s face, she could feel the mix of rage and anguish that radiated off of the metal body.

She was trying so hard not to cry at that moment.

The gator suddenly let go of the woman, her head snapping back so quickly she could feel the whiplash. The animatronic seemed to not even notice, quickly walking to the wall, leaning back against it, and falling into a sitting position, grief taking over.

“‘S not…’s not fair…”

Sobs rang through the room, the gator’s voice box glitching as static punctuating it every now and then. A plastic arm was dragged across the animatronic’s face as much as possible with the muzzle in the way, trying to wipe away the tears.

Vanessa needed to do something. It was clear the animatronic in the room with her was unstable and dangerous. She needed to leave, get back to the main floor of the Pizzaplex, or somewhere with other people, and make it known that the alligator had tied her up with who knows what planned.

If not for her, at least for others.

But she needed to be smart. If she wasn’t smart about this, it could easily all go wrong. But she thought she could do it. She just needed to be careful.

“Monty, you’re right.”

The animatronic looked up at her words. There were no threats, so she continued.

“I’m-I’m not a good person. I’m terrible. Awful. One of the worst kinds of people.”

She let out a heavy breath, fighting to hold back her own tears.

“But…you don’t need to do this.”

A jaw tightened.

“I promise, if you talk with people-with Freddy or the others, you could get some help. Make everything okay. You can get through this.”

A muzzle turned away from her, as if trying not to listen.

“You just need to let me go.”

The animatronic’s face snapped in Vanessa’s direction, and she realized her mistake.

“I-I can help you! I can tell them what you’re going through! I can-”

“No, no, no, NO!”

The gator was back to standing in less than a second, a clawed hand pointing at her.

“You-you don’t get to do that! You don’t-you don’t-”

Rapid footsteps came to the table, and green hands were raised far above the two of them.

“YOU-YOU DON’T GET TO BEG!”

Vanessa screamed as the claws came down.

The gator didn’t care.

The gator didn’t care as the red flowed and flowed, like a never ending river of crimson.

The gator didn’t care as contact was made with pink, squishy, long things, continuing to dig.

The gator didn’t care as claws met bone, attacking it until it too gave way to digging.

The gator didn’t care as scratches began to take shape on the table, having gone straight through.

The gator did care about the cries still being let out, pained and bubbling with blood.

The gator didn’t care about the struggling that occurred once there was a good grip.

The gator didn’t care about the snapping muscle tendons and flesh as they pulled.

And pulled.

And pulled.

And pulled.

And then stopped.

The gator looked down at what remained of the woman.

A mutilated corpse met his eyes.

The gator looked down to his hands, eyeing the new prize.

Green eyes stared back, dull and lifeless and full of fear and tears.

The gator did not care, dropping it on the floor.

“You didn’t…you never…how could you…”

The door behind the gator slammed open, another animatronic bursting in. The gator didn’t even flinch.

“Monty, what the fu-”

The words died in Roxanne’s throat as she stared at the scene before her.

Blood soaked the table and pooled on the floor it stood on.

Entrails hung off the side of the table, dripping with fluids she didn’t think she could identify.

A circular piece of bone sat in the pool of blood, small and cracked, appearing to be part of the spine.

The upper half of the body, detached from the lower half, arms at odd angles, she could only assume due to struggling.

The neck, a bloody stump of muscle tissue and body parts she didn’t want to identify.

The head, laying on the floor, a look of horror so engrained on the blonde’s face that she knew she’d never forget it, no matter how hard she tried.

And her bandmate, practically covered in blood, tracks of oil trailing down the gator’s face like tears, and eyes completely black, the only deviation being yellow pinpricks of light for the pupils.

They stared at each other.

“It…it wasn’t fair…”

The gator’s simulated breathing was back, more frantic and harried than ever as clawed hands grabbed at their owner’s head and muzzle.

“She hurt-she hurt-why did she get the happy endin’?! Why did she get to be happy an’ not us! Why-why-

“WHY DID SHE GET TO LIVE?! WHY DIDN’T WE!? WHY DID AH HAVE TA DIE?! AH WANTED TO LIVE, WHY DIDN’T AH GET TO LIVE?! WHY?! WHY!? WHY?!?”

And that was the moment 8-year-old Amanda “Mandy” Morris broke down into tears for the second time that night.

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Mandy hugged her new knees close to her new chest.

She wasn’t sure if she could cry anymore black tears. But that didn’t stop her from trying.

She shut her eyes as tight as she could, wishing for maybe the millionth, billionth time that she’d just wake up. That it would all turn out to be a really, really bad nightmare that she’d never forget, but live past. That she would be okay, and Daddy and Mommy would tell her everything’s okay, and hug her and tell her that they loved her and she could be happy again and not feel like crying anymore.

But it never worked. It always just makes her feel worse.

She was alone now. Not even bloody, shredded people bits left to keep her company. After she fell asleep from crying so much, she got moved to another room. A dark one she didn’t recognize.

She didn’t like it here. It made Mandy think of time-out. Was this time-out for her now? Was she in trouble? But…but that isn’t fair! How come she was put in time-out but not the bunny lady?! The bunny lady hurt her! Killed her! If anything could earn someone time-out time, that would! She hurt her so bad , and was so scary, she deserved to go in time-out forever!

And that’s what Mandy had wanted to do! She wanted the bunny lady in forever time-out! She just wanted to say something to her first. Make her understand what she did was wrong, like what Mommy did when she was in trouble. A lecture, Mommy called it.

But everytime she looked at her, looking terrified, afraid, scared…it made her angry. Angry, angry, ANGRY! When she hurt Mandy, she was laughing and happy and smiley-she thought she was smiling, under the bunny mask. And Mandy hadn’t even been like that! She couldn’t smile if she wanted to, and she never felt like laughing over any of it! And it just made her angrier and angrier and angrier and ANGRIER! Bunny lady had no right to be scared when she was just getting what she deserved!

And then she tried to talk. Beg. Beg to get out of punishment. She could say that that wasn’t what she wanted, but Mandy knew the truth. She’d done that before. Lots of times. She could see when someone else did it.

And seeing the bunny lady beg Mandy to be let go, when she had begged and promised and said whatever she thought of to make her let her go, to just give her the chance to live…

She just wanted to make her hurt.

Make her bleed.

Make her suffer.

Make her go through what they did.

She knew there were others. She never met them. She was alone when the bunny lady took her. But she saw the missing posters. It didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

And that made it so much more confusing when Mandy came back.

She just wanted to see what was going on. If someone had stopped the bunny lady. If someone had found her, wherever she was. If someone had at least made sure no one else was going to end up like her.

But she didn’t get that.

She saw the bunny lady… happy.

Smiling.

Laughing.

And she was… friends? With…with the Glamrocks?

They were happy to be around her. Reassuring her. Joking with her. Saying she was a good person.

It was wrong. It was wrong it was wrong it was wrong it was wrong it was wrong IT WAS WRONG IT WAS W-R-O-N-G!

And she thought that would be the worst part. Seeing the Glamrocks, animals she loved with all her heart, saying the bunny lady, her killer, was a good person, and being friends with her. That should’ve been the worst part.

But then she saw the boy. Gregory, she thinks.

She didn’t know much about him. Only that he seemed to live at the Pizzaplex. Had Mandy known him when she was alive, she would’ve been jealous. It would’ve sounded like the coolest thing.

When she first saw the bunny lady walking toward him, she thought he was going to die. That it was going to happen again. That she would have to watch as another kid died to the monster.

But they just…talked.

They talked and joked.

He even insulted her, saying something about her eye bags, and she just…she rolled her eyes.

Like it was nothing to her.

Like they were siblings.

And that…that…

Why did he get that?

Why was she nice to him?

Why didn’t Mandy get that?

She said she would be good. She promised.

She said she wouldn’t tell anyone about her.

She said she’d do whatever she wanted.

So why did she die?

She didn’t do anything wrong…

Did she?

Had she done something to make the bunny lady angry?

Had the other kids?

Had they all done something bad?

Something to make them deserve it?

Was that why Gregory got to live? He didn’t do anything wrong?

But what had she done wrong?

What did they do?

Why did they have to die?

Why couldn't the bunny lady say what she did wrong?

Why didn’t she tell her she just tell her to apologize?

Was…was it that bad?

Had she done something that bad?

Something that horrible?

Something so terrible, she deserved it?

But…but what?

What could it be?

What did she do?

What did she do?

What did she do?

What did she do?!

What did she do?!?

WHAT DID SHE DO!?!?

Mandy sobbed again, a sound like TV snow coming from her chest as a voice nothing like her old one rang through the room.

“Ah…Ah wanna go home.”