GOLD
Prologue
I am Tempus the Animatronic Wolf. I got my name from that book… MINECRAFT Story of a Wolf or something like that. Kids say the color of my fur and my short temper matches the description. I don't really remember how my soul was trapped in here. The manager, Mr. Byrd, doesn't even know that there's souls trapped in these suits. He thinks we're just some "High-tech robots". He tries to keep me away from the kids most of the time. Because I do sometimes have a short temper.
There was that time when a kid got on my nerves. He kept on throwing his lunch at me. So, I eventually scratched him with my claws. Quick question. Who designs an animatronic that is supposed to be around kids that has claws on it? Who knows. It's not just me here. There's an animatronic bird name Byrd. If we're gonna have someone named Byrd then we might as well have and animatronic dog named Igloo. Yeah, no one knows what I'm talking about. Anyway, there's a female wolf animatronic with pure white fur. The kids gave her the name Aera. Again from that book.
And… in the basement we have someone… different. Someone who's good yet bad. Someone who can be in… two places at once. Someone who's name we don't like to use. Someone who's best locked up.
Our restaurant is called Byrd's Family Diner. You may have heard of the more popular Freddy Fazbutt's Pizza or whatever it's called. They have what we have. Three functioning animatronics. One can cook, one can sing, and one can play a guitar. But they don't have an animatronic for a nightguard. I fill in the space for the nightguard more than I play a guitar. Like I said, Mr. Byrd tries to keep me away from the kids sometimes, so I just do that. Turns out that I do a better job than the regular nightguard would.
For example. One night, when the regular nightguard was on duty, someone broke in. In the morning, the nightguard was found knocked out on the floor. The next night, when I was in the office, the thief broke in again. The next morning, he was found dead on the floor.
Yeah. I don't think the regular nightguard ever came back.
The weird thing is, is the fact that Mr. Byrd asks me to do things that he would normally go to an assassin or a bounty hunter for. One time, he gave me a revolver and told me to go shoot some guy who had a goatee and wore a black suit with a white tuxedo.
Really? Who gives a robot a gun and expects the robot to shoot the guy you tell him to and not the idiot who just gave a robot a gun and expected the robot to go and shoot whoever he told the robot to? Great. I'm rambling.
Anyway. Here, we don't stuff the kids full of pizza until they can't get out the door. We're not like those evil robots at Freddy's. Here, we have no plans to kill anyone. Well, in this story, you'll find a few exceptions to that. Okay, more than a few.