Lesson: Don't write things when you don't have things planned out

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It was yet another hot and humid summer day in Texas. Having one gulp of air was almost enough to asphyxiate someone. What's worse, my friend "invited" me to his brother's birthday party because infant supervision was required and his parents could only get him a ride to the party.

I arrived at the place. Freddy's Pizzeria. I rolled my eyes as I twisted my Rubik's Cube one more time. When I went in, I found that my friend was also having a not-so-terrific time. His glum face did change for the better when he finally caught a glimpse of me.

"God, I thought I was going to die from the cheesiness of this place," he complained.

"I can see why."

Then my awkward teen body functions kicked in and I found that it would be preferable if I could do some business in the loo.

"S**t. Need to use the restroom."

"Haha, take your time, sir."

Unsurprisingly, the restroom was filthy (it WAS a place filled with kids) and several lights were out, giving an eerie atmosphere. The atrocious smell quickly dissolved the ominous feeling, however. After looking through a couple of stalls, I finally found one that didn't have poop on the seat.

"Wow, I need to get out of here quickly." I literally winced in the squalid environment.

For some weird reasons, my senses become heightened when I take a dump, and as a result I heard a couple of fairly audible bangs, kids screaming in joy somewhere far away, etc. It was overall a painful, awkward experience. I dashed out as soon as I finished business.

I found my friend and his brother in the dining hall. At the front of the hall was a stage, where three animatronic figures were doing a concert. They seemed to be poorly maintained just like the rest of the place, as their voices frequently glitched out. On the side of the hall was another stage. It was smaller than the other stage. A curtain blocked people from seeing what could be in there. One of the animatronics on the main stage said something like "come out" which caused the curtain on the side stage to open. The sole content of the stage besides some background decorations was yet another animatronic. For some reason, this one looked even more battered than the other three. Its voice sounded as if came out from an old phonograph and its wordings were even more jumbled up than the other three.

"That's Foxy!" My friend's brother exclaimed in glee.

"H-Hi kid-ds! We-we-welcome to th-the Pirate Co-Cove!" The animatronic's voice was beginning to piss me off. Still, the kids were squealing in joy as they scrambled over to the side stage. Eventually, they were crammed against the side of the stage. Some of them were even touching the twitching animatronic. Feeling even more bored, I got out my Rubik's Cube and turned it a couple of more times. When I was about to walk away, the tone of the kids' voices slightly changed. Curious, I looked back. The forlorn animatronic's head was shaking and turning rapidly. The sight reminded of that one movie called Child's Play, and I was thoroughly creeped out. Some kids were starting to back off and I also heard someone call the staff.

Something flickered in my vision.

I blinked. My eyes widened. The children screamed. Some parents attempted to cover the children's eyes. My friend was returning to the hall with a drink and he promptly dropped it. I dropped my Rubik's Cube, which broke into tinier cubes.

Something whispered in a barely audible voice: "It's me."