Spooky Story About Scary Robots

My limbs were heavy and stiff. It had been hours since I had felt the pain, heard the cracks, smelled the musty innards of this head piece. Now all that was left was a crushing embrace. My lungs were constricted, straining and fighting for every breath. Darkness had long ago fallen over my vision, a feeling of compression over my head being all that I had felt before my sight left me with a pop. I could taste nothing but copper on my tongue and my sense of smell had abandoned me before I even realized it. All that was left to me was this feeling of pressure, and sound.

	The laughter of children filtered faintly into the backstage room. It was only when the laughing and screaming began that I became aware of how much time had passed. Surely someone would come back and find me! The thought had given me precious hope, but as more children came and went, as more songs were sung by the performers, as more birthdays were celebrated, that hope was dashed. Through the gaps that hope had left, despair creeped in and gripped my heart tightly.

	As I sat amongst the animatronic parts, a wretched feeling overtook me. Had my eyes not been so thoroughly ruined I surely would have cried. As it was, all I could do was sit immobile on the table while the wheezing of my lungs grew irregular. The encroaching feelings of claustrophobia that I had struggled to keep at bay surged forth once more. My existence had truly become pitiful. limbs locked into place, alone and forgotten, my only allies were unending pain and the smothering pressure.

	Suddenly, through the haze that had overtaken me, I heard a noise. The sound of footsteps, within the parts room rather than moving past it outside. Hope filled my heart anew, driving from it the misery that had held it in its grasp. Whether it was someone who would save me from this suffering or put and end to my existence I did not care. As the footsteps drew closer I tried to move or make noise, anything to catch their attention. My efforts seemed to have been rewarded as I felt a large hand place itself onto the head of the suit that had become my prison. As another hand joined its counterpart, prying open the jaw of the suit, elation filled me. I was saved! That elation quickly turned to horror, as yet more pressure assaulted me.

	I could feel cold, smooth metal on my tongue as my jaw was forced open. As it was dislocated a loud snap echoed through my skull. When the skin of my face had been stretched nearly to the point of ripping, the pressure grew even worse. I felt cold metal forcing its way into my mouth, down my esophagus, tearing through the meat of my innards. Bones splintered as the sensation traveled into my limbs. At last my arms and legs began to move, spasms jerking my body around.

	As the pain settled and the intense pressure finally abated, I found myself suddenly able to see again. The darkness of the service room filled my vision, the slightly cracked door allowing a thin beam of light to spill in. Although my senses were fuzzy, I still marveled at their return. Attempting to stand, I panicked as my body would not obey my commands. As that panic reached its zenith, my body moved on its own. Standing from the table I had laid on for unknown hours, I walked over to the room's entrance and pushed the door open. Adjusting to the bright light of the pizzeria, I watched as children screamed with glee and approached my unresponsive body. Against my will, I bent down and patted the head of a child that had hugged my leg. It was only then that I took notice of my appearance, body still stuck in the Freddy Fazbear suit. A chill ran down my spine as a slow, deep laugh bellowed loudly in my head.