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The children had been delighted to see the latest animatronic-”Oh, she’s so cuuute!” they’d squealed in delight-but now, only a few hours later, everybody was somewhat used to her being there. The raccoon manned the prize counter; she considered it to be her sacred duty to hand out prizes to good children and make sure that nobody stole or took the plushies and toys without paying. Her orange eyes flicked around the restaurant as she assessed the area and stored away information in neat little stacks in her mind. Briar’s tiny paws were working at something, a small piece of fabric that she moved around gracefully; she pulled the strands and wove them together with an expertise that seemed too advanced for a robot like her. Her tail twitched occasionally. The animatronic was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t notice the figure approaching her.
“Well, well, well, what’re you working on now, Briar?” Henry stood in front of her, arm crossed, a tiny smile quirking at the corners of his mouth. He, just like everybody else, had no idea where she’d come from or who had made her, but nobody seemed to care and she fit right in-she was even more popular than their other animatronics. Here I am, so popular. But….every moment is such a blur, the tiny raccoon thought. It’s fine. It’s all I need to be satisfied. If they’re happy, then so am I. “Oh, it’s nothing,” she said quickly. “It’s just a little crochet thing…I don’t know what I want it to be yet.” Henry nodded with an understanding expression on his face. Briar set down her project carefully and brushed herself off. Her eyes darted around and she smiled for half a second. Something about the smile…unnerved Henry, but he shook it off. The raccoon looked up at him, held up one finger, dropped to all fours, and scampered away. Henry watched her go with a confused expression. What was that all about?
Little did he know that something was creeping up behind him, only moving because he couldn’t see. “Boo!” a voice shouted. Henry yelled and turned behind him looking scared. Briar stood there again, holding several small balls. She laughed, twitched her tail, and jumped on top of his head without saying anything. The raccoon stood up on two legs, tried to find her balance, and began to juggle the balls. Henry, of course, was not ready for this, and he teetered around awkwardly, balancing on one leg for a few moments as Briar performed her trick on his head. She spun around, checking to see how many people were watching, which was…quite a few. She jumped down from Henry’s head, landed on the ground, did a mini-flip, then stopped juggling and bowed carelessly.
Several children rushed up to Briar and gushed over her. “Wow, that was amazing!” The raccoon laughed and teased them with her tail before scampering away with the children following her. She saw William standing not far away, looking vehemently at the scene she had just caused. Her ears flattened as she felt his gaze land on her and picked up her pace. Meanwhile, Henry was standing there, looking dazed and confused. He looked up and gasped slightly. Standing across the restaurant, staring directly at him, was Freddy. Not that one, though, he realized. Old Freddy. Something was wrong, though. The animatronic’s head was tilted down slightly, but its eyes-black with white circles around them and tiny white dots in the center-stared right at him. The Freddy looked green and black, almost burned…and it looked quite tattered. The man took an unsteady step towards the bear and blinked, but when he opened his eyes again, it was gone. Somebody was shaking him roughly and he heard a voice saying, “Mr. Emily! Mr. Emily? Snap out of it! Please!”
Henry looked confused and shook his head before groaning. “What…?” Dakota had grabbed him by the shoulders and was staring at him, looking concerned. “You were just standing there for the longest time, sir….we were worried that something was wrong. Are you okay?” Henry nodded. “Uh, yes, thank you, Dakota…I think that I’ll go sit down in my office for a minute.” The man dipped his head and quickly left. Dakota watched him leave with a worried expression on her face. That wasn’t normal, she thought. The dhole began to walk around aimlessly, looking troubled, when she spotted Briar. The animatronic had evaded the children and was now walking towards the Pirate’s Cove with narrowed eyes. What is she up to? Dakota began to follow the raccoon. Briar pushed the curtain open and walked into Foxy’s room. Suddenly, Dakota heard a shriek come from there.
The dhole began to run. “Hey! Stop! Fox-” she burst into the fox’s room and plowed right into Foxy himself. The two tumbled around with several loud clanks. Foxy slammed into the wall and let out a groan. “-y,” Dakota finished nervously as she stood up. She pressed her hands to her face. “Foxy, I’m…I’m so sorry…” She stretched out a hand to help the fox up, but he jerked away and stood up shakily. “Kody? What was tha’ for, lass?” The animatronic dhole looked down. “I thought I hear a scream….didn’t Briar come in here?” Foxy looked confused. “No,” he said with a troubled expression on his face. “Are you okay?” He looked down at his hands and yelped. Dakota followed his gaze and covered her mouth with one hand. His other hand, the one without the hook, had been torn up-the material covering his endoskeleton had been torn off completely, revealing the metal fingers below. Foxy stood frozen for a moment. “I’m so sorry..I didn’t mean-” “Get out,” the fox interrupted. Dakota backed up and shook her head slightly. “Fox-” “I said GET OUT!” he yelled. “Get out of here before you mess anything else up, landlubber.” Dakota turned around and fled, shoving the curtains open and stumbling outside. She looked around, disoriented, just in time to see a few people enter the restaurant.
One was tall, athletic, and had dark tan skin with long, dark hair that was tied up into a ponytail. The other looked much younger and looked almost nothing like the taller one. She was short and blonde, with fair skin and an average build. They both looked around for a minute. That taller one shooed the shorter one away and sat down at a table looking bored. Just then, William came out of his office with something in his hand.”Hey, Henry! Do you remember that old plush animatronic-the finger trap one? Well, uhh….I found it and it works…” There was no answer. William sighed with a scowl on his face and set the animatronic down on the prize counter. It was a small green rabbit. It looked around for a minute, took a step back, and just stood there. A few hours later, the place was about to close. It was getting dark rapidly, and many people left. The animatronics-other than the new plush one-all retreated to their rooms and fell asleep. All was quiet. All was calm.
A figure approached the Pirate’s Cove, knowing perfectly well that Foxy was asleep. The figure slipped inside. When Foxy woke up the next morning, he groaned and rubbed his head. It was hard to move, he noticed. He froze. There was…something…dripping onto the floor of his room. Foxy looked down and screamed.
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