GOLD
Chapter Six
We heard what sounded like Mr. Byrd kussing in the basement. We all went down there to see what was happening. And the back-up generator was smoking.
"Why's that thing still on?" I asked.
"We don't have power back yet," he responded just as the power shut off," and when I was giving it more gas, I put the wrong kind in."
All of the sudden, the generator caught fire, and the sprinklers came on.
"Just my luck!" said Mr. Byrd.
"Um, are things normally like this?" The "New Guy" asked.
"Nope," Responded Aera.
Eventually, the fire went out.
"Anyway," I asked," what is this jelly thing you've been talking about?"
"Nothing. I've got enough problems. I'm canceling it," He answered.
Later that day, we started our normal performance and had a mostly normal day. No Nazis, not even a broken guitar string. At night, I had to of course take the place of the nightguard. I never usually worry about anything in that time. I just sit back in my seat and relax. Just watch the cameras every once in a while. Did I ever mention that we drink… oil? Um, yeah, I might sound like the "Tin Man" or something, but I seem to have more energy when I, uh, drink it. Yeah. Basically: Coffee for animatronics!
Anyway, that night, I didn't feel so relaxed. I had a strange feeling. I checked the cameras a lot more than usually, could've sworn that I had seen something move, and thought that I had heard something. After that, nothing.
The restaurant was closed for the day, so we could just take a break from all of the random randomness.
In the middle of the day, we were sitting backstage, drinking oil out of coffee mugs, I felt like I was trying to remember something important. One image came into my head. I saw a table with two objects sitting on it. A revolver and a butcher knife with a purple handle. And that was it. I forgot about it.