Then later on, the Freddy entertainment company makes an entire ass mall for even newer robots, glamrock foxy (stfu and stop being a furry, this one has no excuse unlike toy chica),glamrock chica (not as thicc as toy chica but ehh, I guess), glamrock Freddy, and Monty gator. All them aren’t known if they inhibit a kiddie’s soul, but definitely have some form of consciousness, considering they have independent thoughts, actions, and emotions. Instead of the good ol’ Micheal, you’re a two year old who somehow stayed in the mall late, by fucking throwing himself into Freddy’s highly dangerous inside cavity of which isn’t designed to store kiddies, but is large enough to, somehow, without anyone knowing including Freddy.