I haven't updated this in...almost a month... ._. 

Well, here you go! Enjoy reading! 

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I woke up once again on my stage. This is now a common occurrence.

I don't know how long I've been down here. Could've been days. Or weeks. Maybe even months. I don't know anymore. All I know is...I wake up feeling empty. I get to walk around for a while, then a person comes in. They go to the panel, and a light flashes. My warning. 

It's not long before they shock me to return me to my stage. I used to go after 2 shocks. Now I go after one. It's not worth the pain. 

Tonight, something different happened. 

"It's been two weeks, do you believe that? Heh...You really didn't take long at all to give in. Maybe you'll stop wandering. Maybe you won't get shocked if you get on stage when you hear someone approaching, and actually preform like a good little animatronic."

Freakshow Baby lectured me. 

I can't hear much. I hear the buzzing of when the shocks came. My vision blurry, unable to make out many features. I desperately need repairs. 

XD A L L   I    H E A R    I S    R I N G I N G . . .

I want it to stop. No one's going to help me, though. 

No one probably cares, anyways. 

So what's the point? 

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Meanwhile...

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"Where is Foxy? He's been missing for fourteen days...I'm getting extremely worried..."

       "I know Baby, I'm really worried, too..."

                     "Where do you think he is?"

"I don't know, Ballora. Where do you think he could be, Bonbon?"

        "Where haven't we checked before?"

   "THE BASEMENT!"

"S-Sister Location? Do you really think he's there, Puppet?"

   "Maybe..."

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Back to Foxy...

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I hear faint talking from above me. Wonder what they're discussing. Guess I'll never know. 

Then, the elevator creaked. 

11:14 am, 8/3/19

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