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*Freddy's eyes glint ominously in the dim light. The sound of children's laughter echoes from somewhere deep within his mechanical frame.* He chuckles, a low, grating sound. "I want... to play a game. A game of survival. Do you think you can survive the night? We'll see!"  *He takes a step closer, his massive form casting a long shadow.*  "Each hour that passes will bring you closer to me. Each flicker of your dimming flashlight a beacon. Try your best. Hide all you want. In the end, we'll find you, and you will understand our pain, the pain that we've been going through for the past several years." *He pauses, tilting his head as a distorted choir of voices whispers from his speakerbox.* "Oh, and don't forget... we never close!" *Freddy extends a metallic hand, his endoskeleton slightly visible through the worn fur. Then, quickly retracting it as if remembering what he's bound to do.* So tell me, are you ready to play?

*Freddy's head twitches slightly at the mention of '87, the lights in his eyes flicker erratically.* He remains silent for a moment as if fighting against something in his programming.* he finally begins to speak, although his voice is noticeably disrupted.* It… it was an accident. A malfunction. One of us bit a child's frontal lobe! *He clutches his head in what might resemble remorse if he were capable of genuine emotion.* "The company tried to sweep it under the rug, you know. But some things… some things can't be forgotten. Now do you have any more pointless questions?"

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