Castle of animatronics

The mystery

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A strange headache.

It felt as though there were a battle raging inside my head, with everyone fighting so violently that my artificial mind felt like it was about to explode.

I tried to open my closed eyelids. I felt as though I were floating in a deep, endless sea.

Where is everyone?

I opened my eyes and looked around sluggishly, exhausted beyond words. I lifted half of my body from the floor as my consciousness slowly began returning.

Where am I?

This isn't the Pizzaplex.

Where are my brothers?

My mother and father?

Gregory?

I looked around, but I couldn't see anything. The place was drowned in darkness, stretching endlessly into the distance.

My heartbeat grew faster until I could hear it clearly.

It was the only sound in the entire place.

— "There is nothing more terrifying than the unknown, isn't there, Mr. Glamrock Freddy~?"

I turned toward the source of the voice, but there was nothing except darkness.

— "Who's there?"

There was no answer.

I raised my voice.

— "Who's there?! What do you want?! Where is my family?! What did you do to them?!"

The mysterious person began laughing.

His laughter was grand, deep, and dark, matching the darkness surrounding me.

He spoke with an almost amused tone.

— "That's four questions, Mr. Freddy. Are you really that worried about them? It seems you think of their well-being before anything else. In any case, don't worry. They're here with you."

I replied, shocked and irritated.

— "Where are they?"

He hummed.

Then he finally stepped out of the darkness.

He was an animatronic like me, but his skin was paler than usual. He had black hair, red eyes, and a smile that made it obvious he was enjoying every second of this.

He spoke calmly.

— "Don't worry. I'm not the bad guy. I'm simply a friendly man who enjoys good company and wants the best for all of you. I felt sorry for the way the workers treated you, so I brought you here. Isn't that generous of me? My home... or mansion, perhaps. It will most likely become your home as well. Isn't that wonderful? No workers, no disturbances, no children, no singing."