Right By My Side
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... Where are you?
'I keep roaming these empty, deserted, defiled, and exhausted hallways searching for any sign of you. It's been too long. How are you? Are you faring well? Please tell me...'
This became a self-conscious mantra for withered Foxy. Ever since we got shut down, he's been running up and down the now abandoned pizza parlor we and many children called home. He's looking for his significant other. His counterpart got shipped off, probably scrapped, like Chica and Bonnie before me and Foxy. As the leader of the gang, and the self-proclaimed care taker for my fellow animatronics, I have been looking after him and quite frankly myself for what seems like an eternity. The arts and crafts left by kids now rotting, decomposing on the floor as living space for the rats scurrying across the once beloved restaurant. I don't even know what happened to the others besides myself.
"GO!"
Foxy screams once again. It's still fortunate for us we have access to power. Otherwise we might have shut down long ago... I miss them, even marionette. He gave us Gifts, and the Golden Two long discontinued and tossed away in the storage room in the back. Being left here made me more aware than ever, and even greater remorseful. I did not know how much we had to lose until the curtains were drawn and now only me and that old fox left here to reside. I try and clean up, it's part of my nature. Well, programming. I know i'm not alive but that was true at one point and even now I can still feel pain and emptiness. The security guard who made routine checks on us hired by the same company who shut us down used to do more than his job. He was assigned to make sure we were still intact, probably backup assets if something else went wrong
He did more. He took care of us and did repairs when and where needed. I think it was him who set us up for the power; sapping and connecting the buildings routers for the building into a nearby telephone pole. I don't know how or why and I'm making guesses at this point however only one outlet works in this entire place and I guard it with my being. Even Foxy, whom I cherish as we are left alone here to ourselves, can only be near it when he has to recharge. He doesn't take it to heart, probably because he doesn't have one, but that's not his fault either. I think that guard comes by every week, and today is the day. He only gets near us when we are turned off or placed in a kind of rest mode. We keep moving because our joints and gears and starting to get old, so every now and then he oils us, repairs our fabric, and even helps our internal routing.
Foxy beats himself up, and I spend my time cleaning. It's a good thing I take my time with it because in the absence of Love I have Time.
To hear the sounds of the children again...
To feel their greasy fingers against my fur and those spaced teeth in a wide toothy grin...
full of... joy...
someone deliver us... or spare us in mercy...
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