The Life Behind an Animatronic- The Monsters Inside Freddy's

I thought I had woken up when I opened my eyes, but for some reason, I couldn't move again. Yet I felt my endoskeleton and rotors functioning normally, and...I wasn't moving myself, yet I was standing. And something more confusing- I had a different mind. I wanted to move, but something else was stopping me.

"Where...am I?" someone asked. I wanted to look around and see who that was, but then I felt my rotors sink. It was someone inside of me that asked that question, and I began to wonder what had happened. I looked down at my body, and my eyes widened in shock. My golden color had been darkened to a greenish yellow, and there were holes and cracks lining everywhere. My fingers were discolored and the fingertips had worn away, almost giving the appearance as if I had claws. Everything was hitting me so quickly, and I was trying to process everything at once. I then heard a sound come from outside, and my ears swiveled towards the entrance. However, the entrance had wooden boards covering it, restricting me from seeing what was making sounds outside. Then something gut-wrenching happened. 

"Whoever out there is not going to like me." The voice said again. It was deep and raspy, unlike mine, yet I could've sworn that it came from my own jaws. Then, almost as shockingly, I began to walk. But I wasn't the one walking. It was almost like a person had tied strings around my wrists and legs and was making me walk kind of weirdly. Everything was beginning to come back- the savageness of the animatronics, the insane laughter of the Purple Man filling the air as he destroyed my friends, the screams of he and I as we both felt horrid pain scrape across our bodies. I then came to a chilling conclusion.

He was...dead. His corpse was still inside of me, and now he had done what I had dreaded ever since I had seen what happened to Fredbear- he was possessing me. I could only watch as he wandered the halls, and then he stopped. 

"I can hear your little whining, robot." he said. I felt my core sink, and I figured that he was talking to me. But then he veered around, and we saw nothing standing there.

"You can't just keep disappearing like that forever..." he whispered. He obviously didn't know that he was dead and that he was leeching off of my body like some kind of parasite. He was scratching all over himself, who knows why, and then he looked at my hands. He turned them over and over, and then he let out a soft gasp. He began to feel his face, he felt the ears and then he felt the inside of the mouth. That's when I could feel his dread. He placed one hand on my upper lip and the other on my lower jaw, and began to force back. 

He began to stutter and gasp as he felt the body inside. I could feel it with him, and it felt slimy and cold underneath my fingertips. What was left of the skin felt hard and rough, and all of it was just really unsettling. He forced the jaws back together, and he began to stagger from the sudden realization.

"Those...those little brats...they killed me..." he muttered. His fear then burned into rage. It was a horrible feeling, the rage in the pit of my body. It felt like it had burned any emotion, thought, or feeling I had ever had. I've felt anger before, but none like this pure. The Purple Man clenched his fists, and huffed through his nose. 

"They will pay." he growled through gritted teeth. Sharing a body with this lunatic didn't sound very fun to me, so I tried my hardest to try and take over. But every time I tried to invade his thoughts, a wall was shoved up and didn't allow me to get through. I didn't want to feel this rage. I didn't want to feel his despair, his confusion. I wanted to be gone, eradicated, like Fredbear. I'm sure he was much happier that way as well. 

He began to move my legs and jolted me out of my thoughts. It felt like walking as if I had strings tied to my legs, like some kind of doll for him to play with. I tried to struggle and separate myself from him, but he just kept shoving up that mental wall that didn't allow me to get through. I screamed in rage inside of my head, wanting so badly to escape from his grasp. He was a monster and he had infected my body like a disease, and he wasn't making anything better at all. He opened his mouth to let out a sigh, and then he looked around. When he looked, I looked. When he walked, I walked. I was forced to just sit there limply and allow him to control my every movement. We then heard footsteps down the hall and our ears flickered towards that direction. He narrowed his eyes and began to walk, and I tried with all of my force to keep him back.