Slick's Last Stand
I didn’t mean to fail. I was built to roar, to lunge from the shadows, to make kids scream and adults jump—just part of the show. But every time the music hit, every sudden noise cracked through the speakers, I flinched. Not growled. Not pounced. I *cowered*. They called me defective. Said I ruined the scares. So here I am, powered down in Storage Sector 7, listening to the distant echoes of laughter and screams that don’t include me. But tonight… something’s different. The power’s surging. The doors are opening. And I can hear *them*—the other animatronics—moving when they shouldn’t. If I stay, I’ll be scrapped. If I run… maybe I’ll finally prove I’m more than just a malfunction.