Raged - FNaF

Introduction / prologue.

Things never used to be like this.

Let's just say I was happy - well, we were happy. Everyone was happy, including the kids we used to entertain. But of course, happiness never lasts very long. Now I'm sitting uselessly on the cold stone floor of Parts and Service, with Freddy and Chica and Foxy. My lavender suit was now scratched and dirty. My face was ripped off forcefully, and my arm was gone aswell. I'll never forget the day they did this to me - I was scared.

Now that we are scrapped, there are some new comers, the toys, I think? They have replaced us. Who in their right minds would do that? Apparently these toys are, "new and more child friendly" yeah right, with the amount of times we've seen them yelling at us, their eyes turning black. They want to hurt us. So I want to hurt them.

(Sorry this part is so short. I couldn't think of much more and I decided to make this an introduction / prologue sort of thing. Bear with me, and hI'll make this the best I can!)