Kid's Cove
By Rynoc1114
"Alright children, behave yourselves!" "Yes Mr. Faz." There it was. I heard it from the slick, wooden door separating me and the children. Oh, the children! Their happy faces, twinkling eyes, sparkling innocence! I can't wait for the moment when they meet the great Foxy 2.0! "Alright, open the doors children!" I saw as the doors were pushed open a moment of sheer greatness. A moment that I would've treasured if it hadn't of been reckless children coming through. "Hello kids, I'm your old pal Foxy the Pirate Fox and this is my... pop! There it was. My tail, my precious, precious tail! They detached it from my innocent, white and pink body! Right then and there, the workers all throughout the building knew why the Kid's Cove door was locked so tight. Those little brats! I thought as my opinion about children spun out of control. They're only children. I thought. But they should know better! As I was thinking, unlike the children, a child who had peanut butter all over his hands grabbed my eye and started throwing it around like a ball. Whoosh! Whoosh! The eye then hit my parrot on my shoulder and knocked the skin off. Kids have strong arms surprisingly. Now, metal from my endoskeleton was the only part of my body left aside from my head. "Okay children, time for ice cream!" Thank Fazbear himself that a mother stepped in.
At the end of the day, workers came in and tried to put me back together. "I'm never having kids!" One said. "Yeah, if they did this to me and I was this animatronic, I'd bite 'em er somethin'." You'd never do that. I thought. You'd be scrapped in a second. "Closing time everyone! Report to the security office or go home!" Oh great, now these officers can get out of here. Now, you may be wondering, is that it? Was he fixed and the children never took him apart again? Well, not exactly.
When the kids came in the next morning, they were even rowdier. Now they new my parts were easily detachable so they could have as much fun as they wanted. Plastic fur was skinned, my eye was detached again! It got so much worse that at night, to keep me from falling apart, they used Chica's beak! This went on for a week before the employees stopped caring and advertised me as a "Take apart, put back together" attraction! Of course, now kids don't come as much anymore because of the radio signal my criminal database gives off. I guess kids don't like listening to static for hours on end. "We're losing customers and money because of this!" I heard Mr. Faz yell. "We need to get rid of him before this big birthday party scheduled for tomorrow!" "Sir, it would cost more money to ship him out them keep him!" They talked for about an hour until Mr. Faz said "Well then, if you love him so much, bring him out here! Let the kids enjoy 'em because after tomorrow, Kids Cove is no more!" No. They can't do that. I'm in here! As my mind repeated this line my radio picked up my thoughts and started playing it again. I know, I'll get the whole pace shut down! If I'm dying, everyone else is going with me!
The next day, I was wheeled out of the cove and put on stage with everyone else. A child who was laughing his head off as I came off had a crown that said "I'm the birthday Bear!" This child was obvious thinking about me. Really though, I can't blame him. Here I am, next to shiny, toy animals while I'm a rabble-roused fox invading their show. Just then, a child was about to run up to me when a father grabbed him and took him away. Huh. Maybe this isn't so bad. The parents are controlling their children and...Snap! I guess the behavioral tendencies of little children will never change. Splat! A cake was thrown onto the stage hitting Freddy's shiny, pudgy stomach. That's it. These kids are out of control. I climbed over to the birthday table where the little brat plopped himself. My head came swinging down from the ceiling as I heard the child scream. Chomp! After that, all I heard were electric batons coming out and employees holding me down. Parents rushing to their cars, others calling paramedics. The "Great" Foxy 2.0 had now taken years worth of brain development in one bite. I knew I would be shut down, but really, who cares? I was going to be destroyed anyways. So there you have it folks. For those of you who were wondering why there's no Kid's Cove anymore, this is your answer. So please, if you ever come to a Fazbear entertainment place whether it's a horror or children attraction, be nice to the animatronics. They might just return whatever you give them.