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I looked at him sideways just to make sure he was just an animatronic wearing a costume and not Death waiting for me to set off. I tried to pretend I wasn't interested in talking, though deep down I did want to since I heard somebody speak English.

   "Hi," I replied as I picked back up my empty whiskey glass.

   "You are Freddy Fazbear, aren't you?" he said with his glance clung onto my face.

   "Yeah?" I looked at him puzzled, "who are you?"

   "I come from a Mexican restaurant in British Columbia. I travelled for almost three thousand miles to get here."

   "You travelled that much just to arrive to this party?" I asked in a tone making obvious how preposterous his journey was, "why would you do that?"

   "Take a look around you, tell me which animatronic wouldn't be happy around their owns? Despite the fact of wearing costumes. I don't know 'bout you, but I don't get to be with more of them at my restaurant, it's just a quiet, yellow, little room with big hats and dusty cactus everywhere. To live that way tents anyone to start a journey that long just to get to be with some animatronics."

   And then a female animatronic came over this spot and poured more whisky onto my glass. This animatronic ordered a drink in French. I couldn't get what he said. I drank up more than I'm used to.

   "Believe it or not, a lot of animatronics here speak English, not everybody are from Quebec. You just have to take down your walls and let yourself go with the flow and this vibe and friendship."

   I kept drinking from my glass as if I weren't listening to him, however, I replied.

   "I spend every single day of my life locked in to a little room. I barely know who I am and what I'm here for, but I can just do nothing since I'm trapped into a cage without any way out. If I meet somebody that won't matter, 'cause they'll get back to their restaurants and everything will be back to normal."

   He placed his hand on my shoulder; his hand shook as if my coat's fabric would've shocked it, but he left it there.

   "You know what, Freddy? Working there doesn't isolate me from knowing what's going on around the world. I barely could see what Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was and I know what you're going through; well, almost the whole thing."

   His comment got me sentimentally back to Freddy's, as I felt like I could see all of my friends and my boyfriend again. It's still weird for me to say that, but I've been holding back a lot of anger and stress to not develop ulcerative colitis, at least I have to let these few tears I still got empty that maximum-pressure tank in the middle of my chest.

   "I know how important it is for you to stick around and be with your most beloved friends. It's hard when you feel your heart is torn apart until you learn to accept it."

   I started to hear my sobs in the air more noticeable than the music itself in the place.

   "But lucky for you, I've got something that could help you out."

   I looked at his black eyes with a hopeful sparkle in my glance.

   "I knew where you all went to and what was of your lives after the Schmidts had taken down the restaurant. You and Bonnie were kept into vaults for almost a year, until some people thought you could be useful and decided to move you to new restaurants. My restaurant is really close to Whistler, and I know the restaurant where Bonnie is at. I… I guess I can find a way to take you to him."