Me: Here ye is! Like I promised you landlubbers~
The next day, the manager came into the pizzeria with a smile on his face and a hop in his step. Today, he was going to show the new animatronic to the public. Kids would be dying to try and interact with it!
He froze. His smile disappeared. That's right... the Bite of '87... He remember it like it was just yesterday.
It was a horrid sight. The poor child's head had a huge chuck of it's brain and skull bitten off. The child died right when the paramedics came. That poor kid... this was the reason why the animatronics can't move in the daytime and Foxy being shut down...
He shook his head, trying to rid of the nasty memory. He went up on stage and pulled the white sheet off the new animatronic. He smiled once again. He needed a name for this new dog. He scratched his chin.
Maybe we should call it Wolfie?
No. That's too obvious.
Spot?
Oh hell no. That's a pet dog's name.
He sighed and started observing the white furred bot. From head to toe he studied the inanimate creature. He sighed in defeat that he still hasn't thought of a name for the bot. Maybe he should name it by personality?
Before he could switch the wolf on, he heard the door open and close as one of his workers came in. "Sir?" the worker asked as he walked by, "What are you doing?"
The manager turned his head to the worker. "I'm having some trouble trying name this," points to the white bot, "new animatronic. But I have no ideas. You got any?"
The worker brushed back a piece of his hair, "Sorry, sir. I got nothing." The manager sighed, "Very well. Now, get to the kitchen and ready the pizzas."
"Yes sir." The worker left towards the pizzeria kitchen.
The manager scratched his head and something caught his eye. On the wolf's hand, it's pointer finger was missing. The manager started at the missing appendage and started to feel panic rising.
It can't be missing a pieces now!
The manager jumps when he hears a beep. He looked at his wrist watch and saw the small red hand moving slowly towards the nine. Everyone else should be here soon. Then all the kids and parents would be coming.
He throws the sheet over the wolf and walks off stage. He never notices the sheet shifting as the creature inside it was examining her hand.
After about an hour or so, the rest of the workers came in and readied themselves in their stations. Soon, kids and their parents started coming in. Lots of kids stared at the white sheets and they always asked the staff what was under the sheet.
They always said the same, it's a surprise! Stayed tuned for the revel!
They would pout and go back to what they were doing.
Later, the manager went up on stage and pulled a microphone out. "Attention, customers of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! It is time to show our newest member of the Fazbear family! Please, find a table and take your seats!"
The parents and children did so, but a few kids were jumping up and down on their sets.
The manager puts on a wide smile. "This is our new fun loved creature that came here, looking for a new home. So, it came to us, the Fazbear family!"
The workers face palmed. Yes, they new the manager was making a kid story, but it was getting so cheesy!
The parents clapped and the kids cheered.
The manager takes hold of the sheet, "Now, lo and behold, our newest member!"
He yanked the sheet off and reveled the whiteness of the new animatronic.
Kids gasped when they laid eyes on the new robot.
It's shiny, white fur glistened slightly from the light and the red marks seemed to almost have disappeared into its fur, but the children and parents notices it's odd marks.
"Now, the little fella needs your help on naming it! Any suggestions?
All the little kids started yelling out at once.
"Fluffy!"
"Cookie!"
"Stevie!"
"Ko-ko!"
"Now, now," the manager said, calming the kids down, "Raise your hands if you want to name the young wolf."
Almost all the kids in the room raised their hands. But a woman stood up. She had an annoyed look on her face. "How about you show honor and name the stupid robot after the child."
The manager looked at her with confusion, "Child? What child?"
Her eyes narrowed, "You know what child I am talking about."
The manager took a minute to realize what she was talking about. He started to feel nervous, "O-oh! You mean the um... sick child in the hospital?" He had to make a fake story out of this. He couldn't just say "Oh! The kid from the accident? Ok! Let's name it after the kid that died in my restaurant!"
The woman knew he was covering the real story up so he can save his business. But she went along with it, annoyingly, "I will not say the name, but it does start with a Z." She turns and leaves the pizzeria in a huff.
The manager started at the door. A z? That's it? What a clue.
"Well folks, our new member shall be called... Z!"
Lot's of kids cheered, but most of them groaned in annoyance.
The manager went behind Z and flipped the switch, praying that the animatronic would cooperate.
The animatronics' eyes opened and stared at the crowd of children. The manager gave a silent cheer and went back to the microphone, "Now everybody, say hi to Z!"
"Hi Z!" The children chimed. Z just stared at them, until she turned her head away from them. Her expression was, as always, blank. But anyone with eyes can notice that she seemed annoyed.
"Z, say hello to the kids." The manager said.
She looked back at the manager. Z? That's her name? Or, now is her name?
How creative.
She looked at the children and studied them carefully. She didn't like them. They looked like snot-nosed brats that are looking for trouble.
She kept her mouth shut. The manager was getting irritated, but he kept his cool and looked at the kids, "How about you all go back to your activities! Z seems to be a bit shy!"
The kids all went, "Awwww man." and they returned to their play time.
The manager looked back at Z and scratched his chin, "Hum... Maybe you're voice chip isn't working." He opened Z's mouth and looked down her throat. There was a small chip caught in the back that was covered in wires and such.
It seemed fine. But he wasn't an expert on animatronics.
He clamped Z's mouth shut and sighed, "I'm not sure if you're being stubborn or not, but I'm not liking it one bit."
He left the stage and went to his office. A small group of kids watched the manager return to his office and they smiled evilly while looking at Z.
Me: I did it! Just like I promise! Uh oh, it seems as if Z is in trouble!
K.C.: Tomorrow or the day after that, the chapter will posted as fast as possible.
Me: Don't flame or complain, read and review!
