I was going to end up absolutely lifeless. We couldn't think of a way to fix our fuses! We were robots! And we kept having malfunctions during that time. It was horrible, knowing that we only had a day left to live. It seemed to fly by, and soon, it was the dreaded Sunday, and we had no plans to save the toys, no hope at all. Just knowing that we had three hours left to be alive. I had three hours left to save the toys. I'd sacrifice myself for them. Even after what they'd done to me in the past. Maybe then Toy Freddy would appreciate me. Maybe everyone would. I'd always be with Foxy really, I'd never truly go away. At least I thought....

This was the only way it was going to work. I had to save them. I had to do what was right. I had to be myself. I have to be brave. For Toy Bonnie. For Toy Chica. And most of all, for Foxy.