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William Afton had always been... less than fond of Fazbear Entertainment. After branching from the company with his own robots, he had held a vendetta against any and all Fazbear robots.

With his personal hatred, came a hatred programmed into all of his creations.

How, when, and why Circus Baby had been deposited into Freddy Fazbear’s -- possibly planted by William himself? -- but she had one goal.

D E S T R O Y

All thoughts had been wiped blank from her mind, all thoughts except for destroying any animatronics she set eyes on. 

Unfortunately, the very first automaton she spotted was Toy Chica.

There was no hesitation, no thought, nothing -- just a thirst for the other’s destruction. 

The moment contact was made, Baby wasted no time in beginning the dismantling of the chicken. 

Being a foot taller definitely had it’s advantages.

One hand wrapped around Chica’s throat, the other tore restlessly at any limb she could grab hold of; bits and pieces of metal and wire littered the ground, joined by two slender, multi-jointed yellow arms.

Two emerald irises stared into bright blue ones, pitiless, empty. If she had been in her own control, there would have been regret, sorrow; this never would have even happened.

But she was not in her own control. She was at the mercy of her programming, her spiteful creator.

Within minutes, the shiny, plastic body was spread all over the floor, and right in the middle was the empty husk of a head that belonged to Toy Chica.