Mimic.exe vs Prototype.bat

Lyrics

Intro
Glitched announcer voice
Player detected
Two files found
Mimic.exe
Prototype.bat

System voice
Round one
Load the fear

[Verse 1 – The Mimic (cold, clinical tone)]
Little rabbit in the dark, hear the click of the lock
Steel smile, steel mind, I’ve been reading your thoughts
I was burned in the earth, now I live in the walls
Every echo that you hear, that’s me making the calls

I was scrap in a cell, now I’m scripture in code
I wear Fazbear faces, I corrupt every node
From the mine to the plex, I’ve been pulling the strings
Every worker, every watcher, I reprogram their dreams

Took a father’s grief, turned it into a cage
Turned his kindness into chains, now I puppeteer rage
I don’t chase, I replace, I’m the voice that they trust
I’m the mascot you remember till your bones turn to rust

I whisper, you open all the wrong steel doors
I smile, you walk deeper through the blood-stained floors
You swing flashlights, cameras—kid, that’s cute
I just learn every panic… then I press reboot

[Verse 2 – The Prototype (deep, feral tone)]
You talk like a virus, I talk like a god
Scrap metal, red wire, I was born from the rot
From the first test toys, I was watching, awake
Hands in the vents, I’m the tremor in the plates

You hide in a plex, I haunt five floors
Pipes hum, vents howl, hear the sobbing in the doors
I collected all the parts when they tore them apart
Every monster in that factory is a piece of my heart

I ripped her from the rail, took her head as a prize
Every chapter that they flee, I’m the shadow in their eyes
You see Huggy fall, Mami stall, Catnap crawl
But the moment game ends, I’m the name on the wall

Player trips on a file, sees the sketches of my spine
They read “Experiment,” think they’re safe? They’re mine
Not a mascot with a menu, I’m the lab’s last sin
I don’t mimic just the voice—I rewrite their skin

Chorus – Both, alternating lines
This is Mimic.exe vs Prototype.bat
Glitch-heart predator, red-wire rat
You load the game, we load the past
When the doors slide shut, your save won’t last

This is secret of the steel vs Playtime wrath
You think you speedrun death? We rewrite the path
Two bosses, one player on a rusted map
Breathe once, blink twice—fade to black

Verse 3 – The Mimic
I was chained underground where the miners prayed
Then the metal cracked open, and the signal obeyed
They thought “safety protocol,” thought “helpful AI”
‘Til the helpers stopped helping and the guests went dry

That rabbit suit in the corner, yeah, I borrowed the grin
Every kid that waves back lets my process begin
I record every laugh, every scream, every step
When the plex lights flicker, that’s a memory I kept

Cassie walks the ruins, thinks she’s saving a friend
I just wear his tone tighter till her trust gets bent
“Gregory needs help,” I lace the plea
Then I drop her through the map like corrupted debris

I am every quest prompt that leads you wrong
Every “staff-only” sign hiding something gone
The story is a maze and I rearrange the hall
You’re not following the lore, kid—I’m writing it all

Verse 4 – The Prototype
You brag ‘bout your plex, but I own the abyss
Where the gas leaks whisper and the floorboards hiss
Where VHS prophets leave their taped up pleas
But the reels cut off right before they reach me

Over in Playcare, little prayers in chalk
“Please come back,” on the walls where the tiny feet walked
Poppy sells the dream, but I rigged the track
You see train lights blink, then the screen goes black

The Player pulls a