Polarbearshygirl

I used to look so beautiful... Perfect paint job, a voice box that reflected my words as that of a brilliant goddess. I wasn't the most popular of the animatronics, I was one upped by the toy Chica. But I was content, I didn't need to be the most liked anyway, as long as I wasn't the most hated I was fine. Just fine. But even thought I was built to near perfection, I had no idea my left arm joint was loose. I should have fixed it myself, it wouldn't  be that hard to tighten. But only I had known. If only I had played one ounce of attention. Goddamn it. In a way it is my fault, but it is mostly their's. Mostly his. That goddam kid. He was aro