Chapter 1

I opened my eyes, looking around; I saw Withered Bonnie, Freddy, Chica, and Foxy. When I looked beside me, I saw Trash, or Cassie, with her eye, right ear, part of her tail, and some of her fur scraped off. I got up, and turned on Trash. "T-trash?" I said, noticing my voice box was a little broken. Her one eye glowed brightly. "U-Unnamed Child? W-what h-happened to us?" Trash answered. "W-we b-became withered," I replied. I looked around the room, and saw a door. The door was half-opened, and when I squinted to get a clear image, I saw two little kids. They both had balloons in their hands, and little spinny caps. They were quite chubby, and one of them finally talked,"Hello?" I knew straight away that they were Balloon Boy and Balloon Girl. "Hello, can I ask you a question?" I asked them. "Sure!" Balloon boy replied. "How and why did you turn us on?" I asked them. "Well, me and JJ saw this room and opened the door. When we saw you guys here, we were sad, so we turned you on!" Balloon Boy said. "W-well, t-thank you, but I need to turn on m-my f-friends," I thanked. "You're welcome! But what's wrong with your voice?" JJ asked. "P-part of my voice box w-was t-taken," I answered. "Oh! Your voice sounds a little like KK," BB said. I looked back at Trash with a scared expression. "Is there someone who looks a little like her?" I asked pointing at Trash. "No," JJ answered. "Well, could you take me to KK, please?" I asked. "Ok, come with us!" BB said. When we went out of the door, we were in a dark hallway, full of posters of Toy Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy. As we went on, we saw a little bit of light from another room. When we got closer, some kid went in front of the hallway and saw us. With terrified eyes, he ran to a woman. He started pointing to the hallway. The women got up, and peeped in the hallway. I was just about to pass her, when she said, "Unnamed Child?" I instantly looked back at her, and I almost started to cry. "W-what's y-your name?" I asked the women. "It's me! Your mother!,"

Author's Note 4 Years Later: Why am I even surprised at this point...