Prologue
Sounds were overwhelming, the craze of so many children as they watched the stage. Four characters were on the stage, one a bear with a bowtie and hat, one a chicken with a bib, a purple bunny, and finally, a pirate-like fox. Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie were pretty great, but her favorite was Foxy. All the others were so kid-friendly, but to her she liked ones a bit scarier. Most other kids didn't like him because of his sharp-looking hook and sharp teeth, but that was what made him so awesome to her. Plus, she always liked pirates.
Throughout the show, she noticed his jaw seemed a bit looser, maybe a bit faulty? She paid attention to little details like that, her dream was to build stuff like computers and these characters, even if her friends thought she was weird. But it kept getting her attention, when he sang along with a part of the chorus it seemed like it snapped shut a little too soon sometimes. But she eventually tore her focus off of his jaw and cheered happily.
Later on, after her candles were blown out, she watched as the characters roamed about the rooms of the pizzeria. She took casual bites out of her cheese pizza as she stared at Foxy from the other side of the room. A part of her wanted to go up to the pirate fox, but she was a shy girl, even to things that were only machines underneath the programming. "Hey, mom." She said, turning to her mother that was sitting on the other side of the booth and was previously talking to the girl's little brother. "Yes, dear?" She asked in a sweet voice. "Do you think machines have souls?" She asked as she fiddled with the straw in her drink. "Well, that's quite a deep question for your birthday, honey." Her mother remarked, but the girl looked back at her with a curious gaze. "I don't know. Probably not, but you never know." She said with a smile to her daughter. She loved how open-minded her mom was, and she never lied to her either. Otherwise she wouldn't even be asking that question-she would've thought that all the animatronics here were real. But she knew they were machines, and had never thought Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny were real either. And she had as fun a childhood as everyone else without those lies, maybe even more. "I hope so, that would be awesome." "It would be, wouldn't it?" Her mother chuckled, and then went back to a conversation with her son.
Suddenly the girl dropped her drink onto the floor as screams filled the pizzeria.