FNaF: The Truth behind The Bite of'87

Chica's P.O.V

I remember it all. The screams of pain as the knife cut through our skin. The claustrophobic feeling as we were crushed inside of our suits. His purple body and maniacal laugh. What I had lost to the man behind the slaughter. All of my dreams, hopes crushed just like I was put into the suit.
    We were his puppets, controlled by our coding. Forced to play the same songs, over and over at parties. All I had left was Carl. I held him in my fingers as we played the song, put in a trance by our programming. I was trapped inside of a cage of wires, metal, and coding. Never to fulfill my dreams.
    Along with my dreams, my sanity left. The anger bubbled inside of me. It flowed around my endoskeleton and was about to burst out my beak. I controlled it, but decided to channel it into a violent, vocal outburst when I jump scared the guard.
      We got bored. Nothing to do, but roam around and kill the guard. It was fun at first, but then our insanity came calling. I looked into Freddy' s eyes as he told me " There will be blood."
    There were screams, similar to ours when we were murdered. The blood dripped from his mouth, the body was limp and small. The sounds of crushing bone and screaming joined to make the melody of death. But he didn't die. He was rushed to the hospital while we met our terrible fate...
     I never thought I'd end up like this, dirty and torn, locked in a room. Although I was  just a robot with a beak, I decided to take the blame and hold the burden of three words. Every time I thought about the  Bite of '87, I thought of the words...
    "Was it me?"