|~Robotic Heart~|

|~Chapter:~ 1~|

The house felt suffocating, it was rather stuffy and dark inside. However, he liked the dark, it helped him avoid looking at himself. It helped him avoid noticing the empty pit that replaced his organs...

Kind of nasty, right?

Unfortunately for him, there was no fixing himself, no matter how bad he wanted to go back to the way he was. He would always be a walking corpse with an animatronic that lived inside of him.

He hated him, the animatronic, he was loud, constantly drove him insane, and never cared to respect boundaries.

It's possible he didn't know boundaries. He was an animatronic programmed to entertain, he didn't have feelings, right?

Somehow it seemed he was always in control of his system. Almost as if he cared a little too much, at least more than an animatronic should.

The small book light casted an easy glow over the desk, just enough for him to see the book that lay flat against the hard wood.

Not one sound was made.

They always say silence kills... in this case, it felt as if he could hear a pin drop if one were to fall.

Instead, he got the creaking of the floor boards above him. The sound of robotic movements steadily moving across the attic, as steadily as a giant robot could move. He tried to ignore him. He tried to drown out the sound of the screeching metal. Sadly, nothing ever worked.

Maybe he was just broken too? Maybe he had healing of his own to do? Maybe he really is something more than an animatronic...

If he was, Michael was going to figure it out.

Could be his father in him, or perhaps the boredom that ate him alive each day, nevertheless he spent his days in this one room. He often wrote out different designs, looked through old files of his father's that he had found at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, old blueprints of the animatronics, and blueprints of the pizzerias.

Unfortunately, nothing ever uncovered the truth of what that pile of wires was hiding.

He kept himself busy writing out his own designs and blueprints as well.

Of what, you ask?

Anything.

Anything that could keep him distracted from his mind, from the devastating past he lived through. It seemed to constantly remind him of everything he caused in the past. Everything stinging detail that pushed him to his breaking point so many years ago...

The bite of '83.

He wishes his memories would've left when he was scooped. All the horrific days he spent terrorizing everyone around him. Perhaps this is how he pays off his sins.

Eternal suffering and guilt, with nothing but his thoughts and a damn robot to keep him occupied.

He wishes he could go back to that day and fix everything. Fix his lies, his mistakes, his family...

He misses them, more than anything in the world. Well, William not so much. Maybe, just maybe, he could give him another chance; although, he knew he could never forget him for what he did to this family.

Forgive and forget, that's what they all say. But how could he ever forgive him? He broke him. He pushed him to the point of murdering his own brother, just to get noticed by his father for even a second.

He dropped his head into his hands.

He wanted to cry.

He wanted to breakdown and let everything out. The years of trapped torment and pain, to let the suffocating guilt let him breathe.

However, he couldn't, not with that heartless animatronic in the house. He didn't have the patience to explain to him that he is still human and not just a rotting corpse.

He brought his head up, rubbing his eyes repeatedly. He was tired, he wanted to sleep but never managed to get more than an hour. He blamed it on the thought of that robot living inside his house while he slept. Even though, deep down, he knew that wasn't the reason behind it.

Every night, the exact hour, that same dream wakes him. The devils haunting reminder of how bad of an older brother he is. After several days of rolling around his bed, attempting to fall asleep after the nightmares, he eventually gave up and began taking long walks before anyone around the neighborhood was awake.

It managed to give him some relief, and help him clear his head. Even if it only lasted for a few hours, it was worth it.

He yawned placing his pencil down beside his notebook.

He stared at the wall, feeling his piercing eyes on him. Although, it was rather strange, he never heard him enter the room.

He closed his eyes, wishing for him to go away. Unfortunately he knew he wouldn't. When he wanted something he would stare at Michael until he acknowledged him.

He sighed, "You need something?"

He could hear him blink several times, his head tilting to the side. His body made it really hard to be quiet. "What are you doing."

He rubbed his temples, clearly annoyed. He turned in his chair to look at the animatronic. "You came to ask me that?"

He didn't answer, instead he just stared at him.

"Ennard, you're wasting my time." He glared at him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He didn't know what he wanted. He felt alone.

"Do you ever feel lonely?" He asked.

"Everyday of my life." He turned toward his desk once again.

Ennard didn't leave, he didn't want to. He just sat there, his gaze glued on the floor. "Why are you always up so early in the morning? Last I recall normal humans don't go to bed at two in the morning and then wake up at three."

He tensed up, "It's nothing, my head must still be stuck on the night shift." He stared at his abdomen, furrowing his eyebrows. "And last I recall I'm not a normal human."

He fell silent.

"I usually go for walks." He admitted scribbling in his notebook.

Ennard nodded quietly; well, as quietly as he could, allowing the silence to echo across the room.

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Well, chapter one is done!

Let me know what you all think about it!

Have a lovely day/night my lovelies!

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