I remember the golden days the laughter of children, the warm glow of the spotlights and the joy that our presence gave the children and adults alike. The stories that came from the pirate cove, the enthusiastic children that wished to hear every adventure that happened upon foreign lands and on the big wide ocean. The sound of children singing and cheering at the top of their lungs. A staff that where always on the go and where pizzas left the kitchen in an astounding rate.
But then something happened: someone sabotaged us.
Because of his vile act people became fearful of our restaurant. The children came less and less. Slowly we started to decay. Our suits worn and our moves where jerky too and at times we wouldn't be able to pronounce the words like we use too.
The once cheerful place started to become a mere memory. We still played but we yearned for the early years, those golden days where the sun shone upon us and we were more than just a small gathering of robots.
Until it finally happened
All I remember is being put in a big box and taken away. I do not know how long I spent in that box or where I was going. Just that I was leaving my home and was put inside a growling beast. Where my friends still there, where we still together or were they also a mere memory now. I felt myself getting sleepy and my eyes closed.
I awoke again in a room; it was dark and hard to see anything. I heard movement and flinched at the thought that someone was here to hurt me. But once it spoke me fear drifted away. They were here also, I wasn't alone. But my happiness turned to horror as I laid eyes on my companions. They looked even worse than before more torn and it looked like someone had tried to remove parts of their endoskeleton from them. When I caught a glance at my reflection I was just as bad as the others.
We were now nothing more than electronic parts to be used or studied. No children would see us, now did we want them to see us in this state. So here we are, stuck in a prison in the darkness, no longer does the spotlight gaze upon us or the sun shine through the window. The children's happy laughter and the sound of music that we once played. Where heard, it was a mockery to us. We would forever remember those days in the sun. When the world was new and we ourselves where much like children, unaware about the cruelty of life.
Those days are gone, our home is gone, our happiness is gone and all we have left are each other.
We are all that is left