Chapter 6

"Do you wanna hear a song?" I asked the group that put in the 20 dollars. "Yeah!" I heard the kids say. I thought I'd do the same song I'd do every day, but these kids deserved better. They were very enthusiastic. I thought of a song that would make them be frightened.

As I stopped singing, I saw their trembling, little bodies. I overheard the mother say, "don't worry, they're not real. It's just part of their programming." After I heard that I retorted, "Well, I wouldn't say that. As I said, I'm the 6th kid to die. I'm just a soul trapped in here. I still wish to escape." Their faces were undeniably scared. "Don't worry! I don't hurt in the daylight! Plus, I only hurt people when I laugh," I assured them. They nodded and walked away slowly, still looking at me. I waved to them until I lost sight of them. I went over to the place I put my tablet. I picked it up, and looked up 'Dance to Forget'. I would always play this when I was younger. When I was just about to tap on the button, I heard a knocking again. I got a little mad since they disturbed my free time, so I thought of a great idea. I was going to sing the song that I sang at the last pizzeria for the little girl. "Hello! Do you wanna hear a song?" I asked them. I looked at the group clearly; it was a grown, uptight looking woman and like 27 children. It was probably a class fieldtrip. They nodded, looking a little scared. "Ok, but, before I do, don't be scared! Was the last animatronic my twin sister? And you're still scared? Well, whatever happened, you really shouldn't be so scared. We might be souls possessing animatronics, but most of us are nice!" I told them enthusiastically. "Most?" one kid asked. I looked at the kid, scared. "Well... One of us is... the murderer. He killed all of us. Every last one of us. But, my twin sister killed 3, which are the newer ones, except Mangle, or the 'girly Foxy'," I explained. "Oh, and watch out for the greenish looking rabbit with pinkish blotches in his patches," I warned. They nodded, and I finally said, "Oh, my, I'm such a chatter box! Here's the song you wanted."

I looked back at the kids' faces. Most of them were asleep on the floor, and some of them were leaning on each other's shoulders. "Wake up, students!" the teacher demanded. When they did, they were screaming, and then crying. "Students?! Why are you screaming?!" the teacher asked. They all stopped screaming and looked at her. "Well, I dreamed that I was in a dark place sitting on a table. A man in a purple police officer's suit was at a door and looked it. Then he came at me with a knife! It was awful," one girl told her. Then I heard the other kids saying they had the same dream. Then I heard one girl, who was looking at me, ask, "Is that how you died?" I nodded. The other kids gasped. "This old story really happened? I used to have a friend who got murdered. She had poofy, red hair and glasses," the teacher said. Then, I looked more in her face. She looked like an old friend named Brooke. "Brooke?" I gasped. "Carly?" she said with astonishment. I opened my door and ran out to give her a big hug. I felt my fur become wet as she cried. I let go, and went back in my room. "Goodbye, Carly. I must head off with my class," she said. I waved bye, and went back to my tablet. "What a day," I said.

Author's Note 4 Years Later: I swear she is in her element creeping people out. Like, to me, she is definitely someone I would want to avoid.

Lol, one time I had sleep paralysis, and guess who my demon was? The silhouette of Katie's first drawing of her. Now I can say with pride, my FNAF OC is my sleep paralysis demon