The Die Hard Fan (Part 4)

The thrill of the hunt, the only thing I feel aside from rage, boredom, and misery. What an afterlife we've
led. We didn't get that last security guard, and things have fallen apart since. I think we've all
forgotten our real names, and we've been just calling one another after the character we're possessing, and
out of all of us, Foxy's really taking things the hardest. We've lost purpose, the place has shut down,
we're left to rot away. Just as well, we'd run out of things to hunt, though I do miss the place. Ah, the
old days, before we met our ends, just coming to the pizza place with all your family and friends, pizza,
games, and the music and jokes they'd play for their big show. Songs got irritating after a while of
parroting them over the years, but hopefully now we can rest.

Of course we can't. Nothing can be that easy, can it? Seems some new big shots bought the place and are
rennovating it. Freddy's said not to make a peep while they set up the new place, and I agreed, we'll need
the prey to be unaware the predator for the hunts to come. Jeeze laweeze, how many times do they gotta take
a girl apart and put her back together until they're happy with how this old bird ticks? I'm kinda
concerned they aren't doing the usual maintenance of running us through the routines, but at least they
patched us up a bit.

Oh great, new animatronics. Though I guess, that's no expense spared, but why are they keeping us around
then? Freddy's got me keeping an eye on the new watch folks with the cupcake, seems there's a bit of
programming going on, kinda concerned they seemed to root through the databanks of these old endoskellies,
I mean, most of us have been keeping journals in the coding and stuff. Doesn't seem like the coders are
terribly concerned though, mechanics seem to be salvaging a few bits and bobs off to slap on the new ones
where they can. I suppose new doesn't mean reliable.

I feel insulted by the new version of me, I guess the old one was too ambiguous? Whatever, I head the new
ones had a crazy blowout with some of that newer music, they actually brought the new Bonnie back here and
started taking him apart. The new Foxy thing is all sorts of weird, with the extra head and the burn marks
all over. Holy... They're really taking Bonnie apart to make sure the new one works, apparently even the
processor blew on the new one. They can't seem to see what we can, but looks like Bonnie's transferred over
to the new shell? Maybe we'll have some higher tech edge on hunting prey.

Freddy's trying his best to keep us together, had a chat with me and Foxy, told us apparently Bonnie
doesn't seem to recognize us or remember us. Can't seem to remember what we do either, gave me a thumping
and took off like a scared bunny. More troubling is the old Bonnie is still moving around when we do, but
doesn't seem to respond to much. All we get outta that one is whimpering and crying like a lost little kid,
really getting annoying. Freddy says we're also not alone in our endeavors, wouldn't say much beyond that,
but no idea who else is gonna get involved, that dumb puppet thing maybe? Hopefully we can trust the new
Bonnie.

Looks like the opening day's coming up, new Bonnie had a cute little breakdown, but seems to be freaking
out that they can't remember anything. Wouldn't shut up about someone named Alex, something about giving
them their journal back, their CD, blah blah blah. I miss when Bonnie was actually useful and would work
with me to trap the guards. Old Foxy says they took out the security room doors, and the vents are great if
you don't mind new Foxy clogging one or two of them. Opening day's coming soon, I can't wait to return to
the hunt, though we may need to find a new place to put the bodies...