Announcement (Not really): I've noticed something missing from this and only my dear readers can fill that hole up. Read on to see what it is.
3rd Person POV:
In the pizzeria, a group of people waited. The manager let them stay after-hours when a certain female came stomping through the doors, obviously not in a good mood. Some of the children were playing hide-and-seek. The others were playing puzzle games.
"Dammit!" Yelled Mike as he lost yet another game to Jacob.
"Profanity, Mike. There are children who can hear you." Linda scolded him.
"Sorry. I just can't believe I've been beaten three times by a kid." He apologized. His voice seemed to have an echo. He angrily looked for the source and saw a five-year old girl smiling innocently at him.
"From what his younger brothers told me, no one was able to beat him at chess." Jeremy said.
"Which ones are your younger brothers, Jacob? I can't tell." Linda asked. Jacob pointed over to two boys staring at the drawings on the walls. He ran over to them and then looked over to the animatronics on-stage.
"I've gotta say. I cannot believe you took them all in as siblings, Robin." Fritz told her.
"I had to. I can't just let them live out on the streets. I'd feel guilty for the rest of my life." She answered. (You already had something to feel guilty about for the rest of your life. Why not add one more?)
"By the way, where is Princess? We don't get to have a break like this all the time. She should be enjoying it." Asked Linda.
"She's in the office. Why'd you ask? How important is she to this story?" Jeremy questioned. All the children paused. They looked at him and opened their mouths to speak.
"VERY IMPORTANT!" They yelled to emphasize their answer.
"Important how?" Fritz asked. It was the time to rise for Robin, Linda, and the 'Amazing Cousins' (along with Joaquin).
"She is the author of the story. The one that created us." They answered. "them." answered the other three, for Robin and Linda are the ones Princess have created.
"HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THAT?!" The three night guards yelled.
"Simple. You're not her OCs."
"I thought we were also her OCs." Jeremy sighed.
"You're not. You are her own interpretations of the night guards Mister Cawthon used. You're his own characters, not hers." Linda explained.
"Why was she sulking? Did someone insult her?" A voice asked.
"No. It was the opposite." Robin answered. They made a WTF face as they watched Robin talk to the voice that belonged to no one in particular.
"You mean she doesn't want people to compliment her?" A another voice asked, this one was a bit girly.
"No. Not a single person talked to her." Robin answered.
"Ouch. To think that she made the effort of greeting the readers at the end only to get silence. That must be tough on her." Said a third voice, which seemed older than the second. Robin looked at her friends, confused.
"What? Is there something wrong?" They shook their heads slowly. They heard someone sneeze from the office.
"WILL YOU STOP TALKING ABOUT ME?! YOU ALREADY KNOW THAT I AM CLEARLY NOT IN THE MOOD TODAY!" Screamed a teen.
She slumped down on the chair, with a scowl on her face. She had medium length black hair and black(?) eyes. She wore a pink button-up long-sleeved shirt with ruffles running down the middle, along with a white flowing skirt. She let out a huff and crossed her arms on her chest, glaring heatedly at the wall. If looks could kill, she'd have went through buildings.
Getting the message, everyone stopped whatever they were doing and turned to where they thought the reader would be. They looked at each other and then nodded.
"To sum this all up, if Princess doesn't get at least a few (5+) reviews on this story, she WILL NOT post another chapter again. We hope that you will cooperate with her." They all said. Robin and Linda walked further out into the front. They waved.
"Back to our royal duties~"
