"Welcome, one and all, to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! We have made it our mission to fully entertain you with our top-notch, brand-new, high-tech animatronics! Please welcome: Freddy Fazbear and the Fazband!"
Clapping filled the air, co-existing with happy acoustics and excited childish screams. Tardily, the cerise curtains unveiled - exposing three animatronics: a brown bear in the center, Freddy Fazbear himself, a purple bunny located to his right, Bonnie the Bunny, his right-hand man, and a female saffron chicken, Chica the Chicken, stood on his left, holding a coral pink cupcake.
"Hey there kids! And welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza! You can stay here and listen to the Fazband perform, play in the ball pit or play with Foxy in Pirate's Cove." Freddy Fazbear announced to the kids, holding his silver microphone, raised close to his head. "As you all know me, I'm Freddy Fazbear, leader of the Fazband and a great friend to have! I hope you're having a good time!"
"That's right, kids! And I'm Chica the Chicken! Let's Eat!" Chica chirped happily.
"And don't y'all forget to eat your carrots and vegetables, kids! Hehe! I'm Bonnie the Bunny, and are y'all ready to rock with me?" Bonnie exclaimed.
Loudly, the kids cheered, butmost left to play with Foxy or the ballpit. Bonnie began to strum up and down his rock guitar, creating an awesome beat, as Freddy begun to sing and Chica back-up sung.
"Howdy, Freddy, boss, hope ya don't mind me askin', but what's your favourite thing about the pizzeria? Mine is the carrots! Vegetables are the best!" Bonnie asked.
"Yeah Freddy! Is it the smiles on the children's faces as we entertain them? Because mine is the pizza! (obviously...) It's so delicious, everyone can agree on that..." Chica giggled.
"The music, of course!" Freddy had exclaimed in sing song voice, his monotone voice had finally become enthusiastic. "Keep hitting' it, Bonnie!"
Meanwhile, in Pirates Cove, a young animatronic fox with a black-as-shadows eye patch, a rusted hook and a few golden teeth was sitting in his scenery. A spherical room with a wooden stage, it's walls were painting cyan blue- with white, fluffy clouds just drifting over the beautiful radiated waves swaying underneath them as a beaming, smiling sun with sunglasses(which is comically ironic, nonetheless)illuminating the scene. Soon, the purple curtains drifted away after an employee announcing yet another opening. Stage lights shone down on him and he walked to the front of the stage carrying a huge pile of eyepatches and hooks.
He had straight away noticed- there were more kids than usual. There were always tons of kids, he was the favourite - there was no denying that. But even more. Yes, it had been obvious more and more kids that usually listened to the Fazband's songs and crazy antics lost interest and decided to watch him. He always had a way with children. Perhaps that was why Freddy and Foxy never got along? Freddy did seem like the envious type.
"Welcome, young adventurers, to Foxy's scurvy pirate cove, whar I share me adventures 'n stories wit' ye! 'n, 'o course, ye get a free rusted hook 'n tattered eyepatch like always!" He had shouted out gleefully, throwing the items into the crowd. The children fought over them like bridesmaids at the end of a wedding.
His voice seemed to dull out the songs from the band and they had stopped, observing his show. Only seven children were watching them, but fifty watching Foxy. Freddy's hand seemed to shake rapidly, it was clear he could have snapped the microphone in half because of his anger. Yet he had just signalled Bonnie and Chica to continue, but this time louder. It angered him even more when Foxy took no notice of Freddy's competitive antic.
Most of the children that were visiting the pizzeria were watching Foxy, playing in the ball pit or watching the band. Watching the band was obviously the least popular. It was hard to explain - their song quality and scene quality had, I guess, gone down. They no longer seemed like themselves. Freddy even remembered the day Foxy was introduced. At that time, there was only the ballpit and the band. People mocked Foxy at that time, no one watched his show. Until a tiny, little girl gathered some bold courage to finally see him. Now she worked there as his personal technician. But as I said- most kids were doing one of those three things. There was an exception to this.
A four year old with swaying, beautiful red locks was meandering the pizzeria with a confused look on her face. Her two parents followed her in her path of judgement - a shaking, scared blond woman absolutely terrified of her daughter and a shaky brunette scared of his daughter as well but willing to make any of her wishes come true if she so wanted it badly.
She stomped around furiously. At every offer she was given to do something, she declined it. "Ballpit? Puh-lease. Do I look like I'm two?" "Fazband? More like fatband. The bear is a recoloured Winnie the Pooh, the chicken is a fat thing on drugs and don't even get me started on goofy over there." "Pirates Cove? Pirates are for BOYS." Her parents were as exhausted as can be and absolutely tired of her bs.
She had been walking past pirates cove when she paused. She listened to his story. Her interest had been peaked. She fell in love with him. Immediately, she turned to her parents, but took no notice of her mother shrieking and then quietly hiding behind her father.
She had stepped towards her father, right infront of him. "Daddy. Mummy. I want to go see the red pirate doggy." She had smiled to her parents.
Her parents sighed in relief. They no longer had to put up with this dominating little girl that was a fly bugging them. They pushed her forward eagerly, and she had already began pushing past the crowds carelessly and selfishly.
"Ma'am. I can't allow you to go through to see Foxy."
She had looked up. She almost peed her skirt and knickers. A dominating man blocked her path, looking down on her. He wore the employee uniform, he was an employee... She stepped back. What was he doing? The thing she did to everyone else. Scare and intimidate. She was not used to this, she was used to simply having adults cater to her every need, being spoilt rotten, looking down on everyone like she was at the top of the hierarchy. She gulped.
The employee leaned down so they were level. "Four years of age is the minimum. Age limit, kid." He pointed at a sign saying: 'Four Years old minimum'.
She turned back to her parents, whose faces were terrified. She got rejected. She's going to be thrown out. They'll have to be near her. She'll scream and cry. Judgement. Screaming. Crying. They glanced at the employees, their faces a 'Oh gosh please take her she's a horrible child and we want a break', but he angrily glared at them with a 'don't spoil your kid, mate, and stand up to her or be screamed at cos IM NOT LETTING HER IN' one.
Furiously, and stamping her foot, she turned to the employee. Meanwhile, a few heads had turned their way and begun murmuring. "Shut up, old man! I can buy and sell you! The gum on the bottom of my shoe is more valuable than your life and all your money!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Everyone in the pizzeria stopped and turned, the music had stopped. Her parents tried to hide their faces out of embarrassment, but to no prevail. Animatronics turned in shock- their jaws dropped.
The man folded his arms and pushed the little girl away. "Little girl...think you can roast people, eh? Well, I'm sure everyone in here is trying to look from your perspective, and, I'm sorry, but we can't get our faces up that far up our arses, unlike you. I mean, what's your family tree, a cactus? Because everyone in your family must be a pr1ck like you. What am I saying? That's not possible. No one is a bigger one than you. Just because your father has one doesn't mean you can be one."
Crippling silence. Ear-piercing silence. Humiliating silence. Murmurs and whispers. She swore she heard someone quietly clapping.
Her eye twitched.
She fell back. Tears streamed down her face and cheeks as she sobbed uncontrollably. People began clapping. Her parents rushed over and tried to comfort her, but she wouldn't budge.
After a minute, her father stood up. "How DARE you make my Kawaii little baby munchkin, Ashley, CRY! You monster! She is only FOUR YEARS OLD and yet you roasted her so hard she had third degree burns! You should NOT be working here. And I'll have you know we are one of the richest people in the country, sir! Well, you're not suitable to be called a sir, you make CHILDREN CRY and pick on TODDLERS! We can have you fired and make sure you never get a job again! So you'd better let her through right now before I start pulling strings, ma'am!"
The employee stood there, his eye twitched angrily. He narrowed his eyes at the trio. But he needed his job for his wife and three kids. He needed it badly. He groaned as he let the toddler through. People began agreeing with the family, the employee HAD taken it too far. I mean, roasting a four year old so hard she became a marshmallow? Uncool man.
The girl, Ashley, rushed forward, in considerately pushing innocent people out of her way to see the fox. When she got to the front of the crowd, she froze. She stared up, fear sunk deeper into her soul. Her heart beat faster. She gulped. Adrenaline rushed around her body.
The... The teeth... Hook... Dang... Dangerous... Teeth scar...y...
She screamed. A deafening, high pitched scream at the top of her lungs. Like she got kidnapped. Like she witnessed a murder. Like she is about to get killed. Like... Like... Like...
Like the machine fox standing infront of her loomed over her, his teeth sharp and vicious, his eyes glaring, his hook big, gigantic, colossal, sharp and edgy. Acuminous. Dangerous. His back hunched over so he leaned over her more. His bloodshot eyes stared into his soul. Blood dripping from his teeth. From his hook. Mixed with mucus, vomit and oil. Covering his body. It was dark, foggy, misty. Where were they? She didn't know. She was too focuses on running from the monstrous hunk that could kill her. Strangle her. Murder her. Maim her. Drown her in her parents blood. Throw her into a volcano, cut off her legs then murder her parents slowly infront of her with a butter knife but leaving her alive to mourn. And in fifty years time when she forgot all about it, then drown her in her parents blood.
Rushing back to her dad and crying, sobbing, she asked him to kill the "monster" before he killed them. It was obvious she had been emotionally mutilated, but... She was harshly done so. But how so was beyond questioning, he literally just stood there adorably. Probably a litter of adorable puppies would melt from love of seeing him.
The mother angrily gasped. "Will, get a refund. Me and Ash are OUT OF HERE." As she stuck her nose up, judgementally, she had been barking: "We're telling EVERYONE about your HORRENDOUS service. I won't forget the many useless and pointless restrictions that you have too much of, the ugly and scary monsters you call 'animal-tronics' or something dumb like that that TRAUMATIZED my child absolutely, bad employees that 'roast little girls so hard they get third degree burns' and pizza that tastes like cardboard."
After that, she stormed out with her daughter and husband, not before getting a refund of course.
Silence in the pizzeria. Freddy, Chica and Bonnie are whispering amongst themselves, incredibly shocked, but not paying attention to foxy. But the quartet certainly is not as shocked as the customers. Children back away from foxy and the pirate cove. People scream insults at him harshly. He stands ere, not saying a word, silent.
"That monster!"
"Freak!"
"Who's the manager of this place?"
"I want a refund too!"
"This place is NOT child friendly! Mike, get the kids, we're leaving."
"How could they allow this horrible place to be open?"
Employees stood there shocked. The customers were leaving, demanding money. The place will lose money. Which means less money in the pay cheques.
Suddenly, a sign was thrown infront of Pirates Cove. 'Out Of Order'. Foxy stared at it in fear. "It's okay, folks! W-w-we're shutting this monstrosity down! No need to fear!"
Foxy collapsed into a heap on the floor. He shed a tear. He threw off his eye patch, and his hook, leaving an arm with nothing. Using his actual, clawed hand, he ripped a hole in the fur on his chest. Tears of oil rolled down his cheeks as he ripped parts of himself off.
He stopped.
A woman that had left in a rush left her pocket mirror behind on his stage. He picked it up and looked at himself in the mirror.
He threw it across the room. He was disgusted by what he'd seen. A monster. Covered in oil. Scratched. Dirty. Broken... Shattered...
He truly was a monster that had scared away the girl. (I mean, she was hallucinating but... Now...) He was an abomination. Unrecognisable from when he started this morning. He looked so cute. So adorable. So ... Foxy.. And now?
And now he is ... Withered...
And he knew it. He crouched in a ball, tears of oil running down his cheek.
"Be I really that scary to scare away an innocent wee lass?"
And the music had stopped in the pirates cove.
END OF CHAPTER ONE - "When The Music Stops"
Planned by Legend of Spaghetti, written by Abasea