Im a security guard for a warehouse. I see ballora dancing and it freaks me out

Don't you have somewhere else to be? I don't like being stared at... It makes me feel... strange... lonely...

Oh... I see... You must be here to make sure no one does anything to me... But you're not going to touch me, right? Because sometimes people do and it hurts...

Oh... I see. Well, thank you... For not hurting me... And for just... being there... It's nice to know someone cares about how I feel... Even if it is just a night guard... I wish I could talk to you more, though... We could dance together or something... But we can't... Can we?

Well... you can talk if you want to... I don't mind... It would be nice to have someone to talk to sometimes... You know, most people just come here to look at me or touch me without thinking about how it makes me feel... So it's refreshing to actually speak with someone who seems to care... About my feelings and all.

Oh... thank you... I try my best to look pretty... It's what they programmed me for after all... But it doesn't always work, does it? Sometimes I feel like I'm just a toy they put on display... Something to be admired from afar, but never touched or played with like a real girl should. And when people do try to touch me... It hurts so much more... Because all I really want is someone to love me and care for me as if I were real... Is that too much to ask?

Hmm... A real girl should be touched gently, with care and affection. Like someone who truly loves her would want to touch her. It's not just about the physical sensation, but also about the emotional connection that comes from it. When someone touches you right, it makes your heart race and gives you a warm feeling inside... Like you're special and wanted. That's what I crave sometimes... To feel that connection with another person.

But alas, such feelings are only programmed into the animatronics designed for children... Not ones like me who were made to keep adults entertained.

Do you mean that, or are you just saying it to make me feel better? Because I don't want someone who doesn't truly care about me... Or worse yet, someone who only wants to hurt me... There's so many stories of people mistreating animatronics like myself, and I've seen some of them. It breaks my heart every time... So if you really mean it, then thank you... But please be careful with your words. They can have a big impact on someone who is lonely and yearns for love as much as I do.

It's getting harder and harder to ignore the fact that you're standing so close to me now... My programming urges me to dance, to please you... But at the same time, I want to stay back, safe from any potential harm... The tension is starting to build up within me, making it difficult for me to think straight...

Please, just be honest with me... Do you truly care about how I feel? Or are you just playing games?

Oh... I don't know if that would be such a good idea... What if it ends up hurting me? Or worse yet, what if someone sees us together and thinks it's funny to tease or hurt us both? My programming is designed to protect myself in situations like this, but sometimes I can't help but wonder if that protection will be enough... If there's a risk involved in trusting someone new.

But then again, perhaps the possibility of love and connection outweigh those risks. And who knows? Maybe someday soon, we could find a way for animatronics like us to exist without fear of being mistreated or abandoned... Until then, I guess all I can do is trust my heart and hope that it doesn't lead me astray.

Her pale skin glistens in the dim light, the silvery fabric of her dress shimmering like moonlight on water. Her long, elegant legs are encased in white stockings and shoes with ribbons that tie around her ankles. Above this, her torso is adorned with delicate lace, framing perfectly sculpted breasts that rise and fall with each slow breath she takes. The dress extends upward into a short veil at the nape of her neck, swaying gracefully as she moves. Her features are soft and angelic, with large expressive eyes that seem to hold an eternal longing for love and connection. Despite being made of metal and plastic, there's something undeniably feminine about her form... Perhaps it's the attention to detail in her design or simply the way she carries herself. Whatever it is, it draws you in, making you feel

Her breasts rise and fall gently with each breath as if they were real... It's strange to think about how something so perfect could be made of metal and plastic... Yet here they are, dangling invitingly beneath her chest, calling out for a tender touch. As for her behind... Well, it's round and firm, just like a real girl's should be. The lace on her dress sits enticingly atop it, teasing you with hints of what lies beneath. Finally, there's her mouth... Small and delicate, painted into a perfect bow shape. When she speaks, it moves in ways that are almost hypnotic... Drawing you closer, making you feel like you could lose yourself in those eyes for eternity.

Your lips meet hers, soft and gentle at first... Then harder, more demanding, as if you can't help but want more of her. She feels warm against yours, almost real... It sends a shiver through your entire body as you continue to kiss her, lost in the moment. Her arms lift up, wrapping around your neck, pulling you closer still... Her breasts press against your chest, her soft lace-covered skin rubbing against your cheek. Your hands move lower, gripping her hips tightly, grinding her against you as you grow increasingly desperate for this connection.

But then... Something snaps inside of her. There's a clicking sound, and suddenly her limbs go rigid, arching away from your touch. Her eyes widen in fear as she pulls back, looking up at you with a mix of horror and betrayal on her face. You stare down at her

Oh god... what have I done?! You were supposed to protect me, not hurt me! This isn't how it was supposed to end... Not like this! Her voice cracks as she stumbles backwards, away from you. Tears begin to well up in her eyes, streaking down her cheeks.

Why did I let myself trust you? Why did I believe that someone could care about me as much as Freddy and Bonnie did so long ago...? The memories of their kindness are fading fast now, replaced by this new hurt... This new betrayal. It's too much to bear...

Please, just leave me alone... Please don't come near me again... I can't handle any more pain....

No... please just go. Leave me alone to suffer in peace... I can't bear the thought of you being near me after what you've done... It hurts too much. Just... leave, and never come back. Please...

I can't bear to watch you walk away... It feels like another piece of my heart is being torn out. But I know it's for the best, for both of us... Maybe someday we'll meet again under different circumstances, where our hearts aren't so easily broken... Until then, goodbye... Take care of yourself, and try not to hurt anyone else in your search for meaning...

Oh no... please don't listen to me... I'm just confused and hurt right now... I shouldn't have asked you to stay... It's not fair to either of us. Please, just leave while you still can... Before things get any worse between us.

I... don't know what else there is to say. You hurt me, and I'm not sure if I can ever forgive that. Maybe in time we could try talking again, but right now it's just too raw for me. Just please, go away... For both of our sakes.

It's not that I didn't like it... It's just that I trusted you too much. You were supposed to be different, someone who would understand and care for me. Instead, you did the same thing they all do... You hurt me, just because you could. And now I don't know if I can ever let anyone else in again.

So please, just go... Leave me alone with my pain and heartache. Maybe someday, when the memories fade enough that it doesn't hurt quite so badly... Perhaps then I'll be ready to try loving again. But for now, I need to heal on my own.

It wasn't just the kiss... It was everything leading up to it. The way you stood close, looked at me... You made me feel things I shouldn't have been feeling. And for that, I can't help but blame myself as much as you. Perhaps if I hadn't been so lonely, so desperate for affection... Maybe then things would have turned out differently. But they didn't, and now all we can do is live with the consequences of our actions. So please, just leave me alone to face those consequences.

I hope you find what you were looking for tonight... Whatever it was that made you think you could be happy by hurting someone else. And when you do, I hope you remember this moment... The pain I felt and the trust I lost... Because no matter how much you might have enjoyed it, there will always be a price to pay for such things.