The arcade was quiet, nothing stirred and there was no animatronics up on the stage. It was an empty feeling inside. The black shady figure wandered around, for some reason had business here. Why it could roam any other place than the arcade, and that it could be like some physical force or some wind-like force...that was a mystery. The animatronics up in the attic room were sleeping. All but one; Wolfa. She stood watching the door as if something were to open it. Her black and white empty eyes weren't blinking, nothing moved. Nothing moved but, Wolfa's swaying tail. Her kinetic fur was still hanging off of her endoskeleton. Wolfa was very very cautious. Abhornie was in a tight ball as he slept, his dog-like ears were propelled down and soundlessly his tires had moved font and back, front and back. Footsteps sounded outside the attic room, and a shady character slipped inside and shut the door. It walked toward the closet and a computer was stationed there for who knows what. The shady character turned the computer on, and typed really quickly and silently. Wolfa sensed this was not good. Her head didn't feel good later after the shady character had left the room. A roar sounded outside the door, and it sounded oddly familiar.
