Don't Trust Strangers

'''A short (and suckish bleh) fanfic/story by Master-Of-Tricks. MAY CONTAIN CONTENT THAT MAY TRIGGER ONE. READ WITH CAUTION.'''

Imagine being a kid again. A carefree arc of life, where you were adorable. It's one of the most cherished memories of life, admittedly. I love talking to kids, and hearing about their imaginary friends, and their adventures. I love showing the kids what my job is, and giving them tours. They'd always ask questions, sometimes them being personal, but I didn't mind.

Because children are curious, and learning a lot.

I'd manage to sneak some free cake for the little buggers. They would have faces of excitement, and would start chomping on the baked good. I'd laugh when they swung their little soft arms around me, and give me a hug.

They told me what their favourite animatronics were, the most popular being Foxy. I would nod, and offer to bring them to see him, backstage when he's done with his pirate duties. Sometimes, I would tell them about a secret animatronic, Golden Freddy, and offer to let them meet them.

....

Imagine being a kid again. A carefree arc of life, where you were gullible. It could be a cherished memory of life, but not for the children I've lured, admittedly. I love hearing the screams of pain, as I shoved their lanky and soft bodies into Golden Freddy and the other animatronics. I love showing kids what I really am, and I love giving them tours of the backstage, with trophies of previous bodies. They'd always ask questions, sometimes them being personal, but I didn't mind.

"Why do you have purple hair?"

"Can I see my mommy?"

"Why do you like the color purple?"

"Why are you picking me up?"

"WHY DOES IT HURT?"

"PLEASE STOP!"

Imagine being a kid again.

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A carefree arc of life, where you Don't Trust Strangers.