The Suit.

Hello?

what's going on what is this suit in front of me?

am I dead I-IS THAT ME?

that cant be I'm right here alive I can see...myself.

this isn't me what is this WHAT HAS GOLDEN FREDDY DONE!

it was him wasn't I. its always fucking him. what are they doing with me. these people theyre taking me who are they "𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑺𝑼𝑰𝑻!" I exclaim in desperation that someone will hear me

what could they want with my suit. my body....

its dark. why cant they hear me?

???: "Hey man this room feels different for some reason"

???: "oh shut up john i havent got time to deal with your horseshit again lets just this hunk of junk out this "grand and dandy" establishment so i can go home"

what am i doing out of body and when did i end up back here? last thing i remember is.... is!

???: "JOHN WILL YOU HURRY UP AND PICK IT UP FROM YOUR SIDE?!"

John: "yessir!"

am i stuck? am i trapped what the fuck is going on!

"𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶!!!!" i chant in a staticy voice

{john looks around before leaving and locking the door.}

im alone is this damp room. narrow corridors call me.

Is this how they feel?

what that guy did to them was awful but that wasnt me? was it...

-CRASH-

are they comming for me?

"𝑰𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬?"

nothing except a tall purple thing arises?

it seemed to be faceless or dismantled in parts where only its endoskeleton was visable.

what was this meant to be 𝑖𝑡 seems so much more advanced then me get so destroyed and worn out.

can this thing acknowledge my existence 𝑖𝑡 seems to be like me right.

i shouldnt attempt talkin to 𝑖𝑡.

𝑖𝑡 seems busy.

i guess ive gotta wait for something else for answers if i can even get any.