Maybe it was a terrible choice, but I came here. Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Ever since I was little, I've loved to come here. I always loved to hang around Pirate's Cove, just to see Foxy The Pirate. I remember my mother and father buying me a matching pirate costume for my birthday. Of course, when I was young, I was a freak because I was there so often.
Sometimes people would make robotic sounds as I walked by in the hallways at school. I didn't like Chica too much. I never really liked her. Another thing I remember is the fact that I would beg for Foxy to be my friend. He never talked back. Even in my teenage years, I went to that pizzeria. When I had my first boyfriend, he broke up with me because I decorated my room with small stuffed animals and posters that I had won as a child. Harsh, I know.
Now here I am, after 5 years, returning to the place I grew up in practically. A phone call came in. When I answered it, I paid ZERO attention to it. Once it ended, I began walking around, humming. The place was dark. I could only see the rule poster.
- Don't run.
- Don't yell.
- Don't scream
- Don't poop on the floor
- Stay close to mom
- Don't touch Freddy
- Don't seduce Chica
- Don't jump on tables.
- Don't hit
- Leave before dark
Who in the right mind would try to seduce a robotic chicken? I stretched, playing with my hair. Using my flashlight, I looked at all the tables, covered in party hats and glitter. Then I saw them . . .The three animatronics. Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy. I walked over and stood for a while, amazing that they were still here. Just like that, my heart exploded. If they’re here, Foxy should be too, right? My legs carried me down the long hallway that I had been down so many times. When I arrived at pirate’s cove the curtain stayed closed. An out-of-order sign stood there, breaking my heart.
“Foxy? Hello? This is stupid but, do you remember me?” I asked softly, actually having hope that he would speak out and give me the same grin he would as a child. Nothing. Why am I upset? I walked back to the office and sat in the chair, disappointed. I looked at the camera’s seeing that Bonnie had moved. Groaning, I walked out of the office, shining my light down the hall.
“Yo! Bonnie! Please, this is my first night, just please. . .Leave me alone?! I love you and all but I can’t get fired yet!” I yelled down the hallway, waiting. I then turned back around and sat back into the office. Just like that when I checked back on the camera, Bonnie was back at the stage. Huh. I played with the small ID card they mailed to me. Maxi Wilde. I’ve always hated my name. The small picture made me smile. They asked me to provide my picture, and I picked my favorite one. A small bird was sitting on my head and I just had to take a picture.
Before I got too lost in my past, the security camera flickers, catching my attention. I looked over and Chica was gone. I groaned and searched each camera to find her. Clanging in the kitchen but of course, the camera in there is broke. I sighed, grabbing my flashlight and fixing my hat. As I walked down the hallway, I saw a new room that I had never seen before. Looking around, I walked in, whistling. They covered the walls in pictures drawn by little kids; the floor looked like they covered it in glitter the way it shined, and the animatronic in the corner had its head down. I walked over and inspected it.
“So, you’re new. Mind telling me your name?” I asked, looking around for any clues. Nothing. Perfect. Well, since I didn’t pay attention to the guy on the phone, he might have said its name but I do not know. My shoulders shrugged while I pushed some hair behind my ear. “Well then. I am Maxi Wilde. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” I chuckled, holding my hand out as if it could shake it. 294Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6kvV2TL2Zh
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