Chapter 2: The Night of the Robber
The Puppet worked his way around the pizzeria, annoyed that the manager always put the remote to his music box so far away from him. He growled to himself as he entered the Security Office. He couldn't walk around the pizzeria freely without his beautiful music playing from his music box back at Prize Corner.
He grabbed the remote and stretched, feeling better now that he was out of that cramped box. After he wound up the music box again, the Puppet stepped out of the office. The music was relaxing, ending the headache that the screaming children gave him.
He walked through the party rooms, disgusted with how they looked. His eyes, tiny white pinpoints in a dark background, searched the rooms. The cheesiness of the pizzeria sickened him, sometimes to the point of anger. I have to work in this place every day, he thought to himself. I'm surprised at myself for lasting this long without trying to commit suicide.
What a lot of people didn't know about the animatronics was that they could communicate to each other. The robots talked like normal humans would, however they would wait until night fell to have free conversations with each other. They didn't want the kids to make them say something other than what they were programmed to say in front of children.
As the Puppet walked into the Game Room, Balloon Boy stirred from his position. "Marionette, can I move now? My legs hurt from standing here for six hours."
The Puppet said nothing and continued his path throughout the restaurant. Balloon Boy guessed that it was okay for him to move from his position. He stretched and headed for the Show Room, where the Toy line was kept. The boy robot poked his head through the door. "Hey guys, it's time to wake up. The pizzeria's empty." Balloon Boy knew that the other animatronics wouldn't wake the Toy line.
Toy Chica removed her beak and rolled her eyes back into her robotic skull, revealing pitch black eyes. Toy Bonnie shrugged his arms and stretched his legs. Toy Freddy just blinked and sighed. The three toys moved away from their spots, continuing to stretch.
"Is Marionette calling another meeting," Toy Freddy asked. "I swear, this is the fourth meeting he's called this week."
"The meetings are good for us," exclaimed Balloon Boy. "They make me happy, and they keep us from killing each other."
"That's what you think," said Toy Bonnie.
"These meetings are a waste of our time," Toy Chica said, exasperated. "I can't stand him and his meetings. He tells us the same thing every time."
"'Take care of the children, keep the fun going, and don't do anything that will shut this place down,'" Toy Bonnie said, hunching over and mimicking the Puppet's threatening voice.
"Wonderful impression. I hope for your sake that you haven't said this to the others."
The Puppet appeared in the doorway, hunched over in a threatening manner. Balloon Boy cowered behind the Toys. The Toys avoided eye contact with the Puppet, because they knew what he was capable of.
Toy Freddy broke the silence. He turned his head towards the Puppet and shot him a glare. "It's not like you're going to tell us anything new anyway."
The Puppet came out from behind the door and walked over to Toy Freddy with a clam look on his face. He towered over the Toys, one of the reasons why they feared him.
"Is there a problem here, Freddy?" the Puppet said in a low voice.
Freddy continued to glare at the Puppet. "Yes, there is. Can you explain to me Marionette, why everyone treats the Toy line like we're their slaves?"
Balloon Boy, who was hiding behind Toy Chica, was sure he could cut the tension in the room with a dull kitchen knife.
The Puppet kept the calm look on his face, however, the Toys could see his clenched hands.
"Listen now and listen well. You will not ask questions and you will do what you were built to do," the Puppet said. "Ask me that question again and I will personally turn you into scrap metal."
He turned and stepped over to the door. Before he left the room, he paused. "And Toys," he said, ignoring the Toys' glares, "help the Boy bring Mangle to the meeting."
"The Mangle is just a pile of scrap metal waiting for a one-way trip to the junkyard," grumbled Toy Chica.
The music stopped. The Puppet whirled around, dropping the remote. White, demonic pupils appeared on his dead, empty eyes as he bent his legs, ready for the jump.
The Toys fell over one another in an effort to get away from their leader. The Puppet snarled and shouted, "YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!" He prepared to jump at the Toys and rip them apart, but before he could pounce, music from his precious music box started playing again.
Balloon Boy held the remote to the music box, utterly terrified of the Puppet.
The Puppet calmed and turned back around to the door, ignoring the Toys as they struggled to stand. He snatched the remote from Balloon Boy and stomped out of the tiny room.
The Toys managed to stand again, however, Balloon Boy could see the animatronics' legs shaking.
"Why does he do that? Why don't they like us at all?" Toy Bonnie said sadly as he stared at the closed door.
Balloon Boy spoke up. "You're not the same as the other animatronics," he said quietly. "The reason you're here," Balloon Boy said as he opened the door, "is to protect children against what has already happened too many times before."
He left the Toys to ponder his words.
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I haven't been at a computer in a week (cause it's Spring Break here, or the end of it really), and I do most of my writing on an iPad… My brain just cannot understand techy stuff.