You are a homeless child that wonder the streets. You lost both of your parents in a car crashed, you was the only survivor. It was a cold stormy night in the city as you was seeking shelter. You was cold, wet, and very hungry as you haven't eaten f...
A/N: In case some of you didn't know, I changed Circus Baby's looked to something more ... thicc. Also the pic I used for Ballora got flagged. So I changed it. It's almost the same model, but she's wearing a different outfit (which I'm surprised it's still up). Also here's two more animatronics from Security Breach.
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Name: Sundrop Role: Big Sister/Babysitter
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Name: Moondrop Role: Big Sister/Babysitter
I originally wasn't going to add these two because at first I could only find Sundrop. Until I did some more searching and finally, I finally found moondrop, but it's not a full body pic. Lastly, for those who asked for the staff bots. I found a lot of them, but the issue is that all them had their nipples slightly showing, and they not wearing any pants, booty shorts, miniskirts, heck not even panties. And we all know wattpad would flagged those. So sadly there won't be any staff bots. Unless someone can find a staff bot and map bot that won't get hit with flags.
Detective Soto POV
My name is Detective Soto, also known as John Soto, as I couldn't shake off the lingering thoughts. Sitting in my dimly lit office at the police station, I delved deep into the files of missing persons, his mind fixated on solving the perplexing puzzle.
Soto: "So many lives lost, so many families left in anguish," I muttered, my eyes scanning through a sea of photographs, reports, and witness statements. "But what connects them? Where did they vanish? And why?"
My fingers darted across the keyboard, sifting through the digital archives, searching for links, for patterns that might offer a glimpse into the truth. Hours turned into days, and as fatigue weighed heavily upon my shoulders, I began to lose hope.
Soto: "Just another cold case," I thought, the weight of frustration etched upon my furrowed brow. "They disappear without a trace, and we're left with nothing but questions and shattered lives."
But then, like a beacon in the darkness, I stumbled upon a glimmer of hope. My gaze fixated on a particular folder, its contents captivating my attention. The missing person had last been seen at Fredina Fazbear's Nightclub, and that detail took me by surprise.
