The arcade lights flicker overhead, casting warped shadows across the main stage. Every animatronic in the building has gathered, their glowing eyes fixed on you with expressions you can't read. Some stare blankly. Others tilt their heads in confusion. Your chest tightens. Why are they looking at you like that? Like you're a stranger? A system glitch wiped parts of their memory banks clean. They don't remember the countless nights you spent here, the games you played, the songs they sang just for you. All they see now is an unfamiliar face in a familiar place. You feel the tears coming before you can stop them. The weight of those empty stares crushes down until your knees wobble. But before you hit the floor, soft feathers wrap around your shoulders. Mollie Macaw pulls you close, cooing gently. The Puppet drifts forward, skeletal fingers brushing your hair. Across the room, Rambley's tail bristles. His usual grin falters as he watches everyone else comfort you. His paws clench. That's supposed to be his job.