From the perspective of Hisstronic '2.0'
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria seems a great place to be. Or, at least, it did.
Every day I'd scuttle around, not wanting to be seen, because I might scare the children. I wasn't in any way a mainimatronic; Chica, Freddy and Bonnie ruled the show. Over at Pirate's Cove, Foxy and Pyro would play with the kids.
All that changed one day when the Management humans decided to get rid of me, because I was too scary.
But they couldn't find me.
Foxy had taught me how to crawl on the ceiling and hide well. He's an expert at that kind of thing. I wonder when he had to use that skill, or if he ever did. Maybe he learnt it just in case.
They kept trying and eventually gave up. So I stayed, out of sight, in the room with Pyro and Foxy.
Until one day when something terrible happened.
In fact, two terrible things happened, but the world only wanted to remember one.
The first was the fateful Bite of '87, as it became to be known. I watched, helplessly, as Foxy was dragged away and thrown behind the curtain that would now close Pirate's Cove.
The second was the reason Foxy had bitten a human child.
Pyro had been dismembered by a child, pulling him apart until there was nothing left.
And all I could do was watch as my two best friendimatronics ever were left to rot. Or rust, since we're robots.
So that was the worst day ever. And there was nothing I could do.
I should've done something, I know. But in the end, I'm only an animatronic.