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August 22nd: Children

All the animatronics have some sort of connection with children! On this day, create something about the animatronics and children!

Children

Characters: Circus Baby, Afton’s Daughter

POV: 1st Person (Circus Baby)

I love children. They’re what I was made for, after all. I always see the children in my room, my mind keeping track of where they are and how many are in the room. They run around, they play, they get hurt. It’s a cycle after all, but it doesn’t matter. They just enjoy my songs and ask for balloons. 

There was always children running in and out of my room. Two, then three, then two, then three, then four, then two, then none. I stayed still on the stage, because I knew the children would come back. They always played together in small groups. I kept counting how many children were in each group. The children came back. There were two, then three, then five, then four.

Eventually, only one child remained. A little girl, standing by herself. I recognized her. She always talked to the man wearing Purple. She always wanted to play with me, but the Purple Man told her not to. 

“Too dangerous”, he said.

The little girl came to my stage, excitedly screaming my name. She was talking about how I was her favorite, but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t focus. My stomach creaked, and for some reason, there was ice cream. The dispenser laid down the ice cream on the floor, with it’s big mechanical claw.

I couldn’t move. At least, not until the girl came closer. She picked up the ice cream, but the claw grabbed her and...

I don’t know what happened after that. I heard screaming, but they were drowned out by the excited children who ran into the room. I wondered how I could still hear the screaming. It was almost like it was coming from inside me.

But I wasn’t screaming. I was singing. I still hear her sometimes. She wants to get out, but I don’t know how to get her out. Eventually, the Purple Man found out that the girl was missing. He shut down my pizzeria. I was no longer able to be near the children. 

I love children. But there’s something bad inside me. I don’t want it to happen again. But alas, it’s a vicious cycle you know?