Hello everyone. This is my first 123 sms fanfic, so please enjoy. I thought this would be fun to make, and due to lack of plot so far in the game I'm making my own. This series will be rather short but if I get enough requests once it's finished I may make more.
Also, please be aware that this chapter may not make a lot of sense until I post the next chapter that will explain everything better. :)
Thank you for reading and enjoy!
"You really want to know what went down here?" A figure mumbled out in the dark, shifting his weight from foot to foot nervously as he stared at the man in front of him.
"Every detail..." The man replied.
The creature used his back foot to scratch his neck and looked around the dark room, hesitant to speak up again.
"They'll be coming soon..." It whispered out, turning back to the man as he sat on his knees, nodding slightly.
"Well..." The creature spoke up, scooting a little closer to the man, his white pupils scanning around the room as to make sure the two were truly alone.
"It all began about 28 years ago... Everything was going as normal..."
"I was getting ready for the kids to come onto the set... They always had kids on the set to play games with us... Oh, and how we loved it..."
Follower was anxiously waiting for the children to arrive as he ran his furry fingers through his bluish grey fur, humming a tune.
Greeter was being a clown as usual, making random faces towards Follower and smiling when he would gain a smile back.
And I... Well I was being inspected by some strange people... I had no clue what they were checking me for.
Greeter and Follower had told me they were most likely just checking for rips and tears in me, making sure I was alright.
I found it kind of odd that I was the only one being checked on though, because unlike normal it was only me being checked on.
One of the people checking on me opened up my mouth, which I found extremely odd.
The man had a flashlight with him, and he turned it on and looked into my mouth.
"I think they're right..." The man mumbled to the two other women with him, as they briefly nodded and walked off with him.
I watched them walk off and hopped off the red leather stool they had set my up onto.
Making my way back to the others, I smiled and cheerfully waved at them.
Greeter however was acting rather unusual now. He had stopped making goofy faces completely and was now looking around the room, looking worried.
"Is something wrong, Greet?" I asked, lowering my wings close to my back.
"Well... We're not exactly sure..." Follower mumbled, even he was worried sounding now.
I looked at the two curiously for a moment, and started to grow worried as well.
"Well... Spit it out, what is it?" I finally asked, Greeter turning to me and sighing.
"We think they're canceling us..."
"WHAT?" I asked, my eyes widened with terror.
We were just their puppets for all they cared, they could throw them out and never think twice about it.
The kids though... What were the kids going to do once we were gone?
We wanted to get to the bottom of this, so we decided to sneak off the set and go down one of the many hallways that lead to several rooms in this huge building.
"So... Why do you think we're getting cancelled?" I asked, walking behind the two.
Follower glanced back at me and sighed, flicking his ears obviously upset. "We overheard some of those people talking... Something about kids being scared of us..."
I couldn't believe it. All we were ever made to do was entertain and make kids happy. And to think, we were scaring them? Nonsense!
I didn't want to even consider the possibility of that rubbish being true, so I had brushed it aside for the moment as we continued to walk down the halls.
"Where are we going anyway?" Greeter asked, turning to Follower who was a little farther ahead than him.
"To the manager's office... We can ease drop on them... Maybe put all this rumor to rest..."
The pink bird nodded back and continued to walk down the halls with us.
Deep in my heart I was afraid, but I was too full of myself to admit that.
After what had seemed like an eternity of walking, we had reached the door.
The wooden frame didn't block out sound, perfect for us listening in.
The gold plate mounted on the door read, 'Manager'.
Follower quietly stepped forward and lifted up an ear, listening closely to several voices.
"Well, what are they saying?" Greeter asked, barely able to stand still.
"Shh..." Follower whispered to him, closing his eyes and focusing in on the voices inside.
Picking up on a female voice, Follower remained silent as he listened closely to three people talking back and forth.
"We just can't keep the show on air..." A woman's voice said, the words sending pure horror through the puppet creature.
I noticed his horror quickly, but was still in denial about it all... I wasn't going to believe it, no matter what I knew was true.
"Why not?" A man's voice cut in, sounding rather angry.
A third male voice cut in, his voice sounding older and more angry.
"Because the things are scaring kids! People are stopping their kids from watching the show. If no one watches, we get shut down."
The older man yelled, obviously growing angry with the younger male in the room.
"What does it matter to you if the show is canceled?" The woman asked the younger man, obviously annoyed by his presence.
"Because the things are alive-"
"NO THEY ARE NOT!" The older man cut in, now almost screaming. "We gave the things the ability to walk around and speak. They have AI, artificial intelligence. Not real, no emotions. Just robots basically..."
"Just robots?!" Follower growled under his breath, obviously angered by such a comment. "We aren't even robots..." He growled under his breath, loud enough for me and Greeter to hear.
"So... It's true?" I stuttered out, as he turned to me, a sad expression on his face. "Not yet it's not... Someone's on our side... Someone's trying to help..."
Greeter glanced down at me for a moment before looking back up at Follower. "And what if he fails?"
"We'll figure it out from there..." Follower sighed, walking away from the door.
"What now?" Greeter asked, nervously following behind the blue puppet.
He was twitchy, and I knew he would only twitch when he was nervous.
And if something was bad enough to worry that goofball of a bird, it was awful.
"We go back to the set, wait for news... And we aren't getting canceled... I swear my life on that."
Somehow he was able to manage a smile back at us.
I returned it, Greeter however did not. The poor bird was shaking all over. And we didn't know how to calm him...
"Then?" The man whispered out, leaning closer to the dragon like creature.
Holding up a finger, Waiter glanced over at the doorway, hearing footsteps coming down the long, dark, empty halls.
He heard the sound of crunching cans and trash, knowing Follower was coming.
Turning to the man, the dragon's eyes filled with terror as he quickly popped up, shewing at the man.
"J-Just don't sit there!" He whispered as the man stood to his feet. "RUN!" The dragon hissed under his breath, as the man ran off.
"WHERE IS HE?" A gruff deep voice asked from the doorway, it's fierce eyes locking on to the yellow dragon.
That's it for chapter one, I'll post a new chapter soon :)
Until next time, Peace!
I've also fixed spelling errors :P