Yo yo yo yo! What is going on my friends! I am back with a new chapter to this story!
Now, be prepared to find this story a little dull, due to quite a bit of reading. However, take this fast update for a 'Sorry' due to my lack of updates in the past. I am really sorry for that guys!
Anyways, I shall be answering some of your queries once again, so lay back for a while.
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Onmy: No sir, there isn't any 'Bite of 1987' incident of murders. Although, that year will be important later on. I may write that idea...not to sure though.
...Nah man. It's nothing too heart wrenching. Life is kinda bumpy at the moment, but it's ok for now.
Kanin the Deathclaw-Human: Keep readin' mate. You will find out soon enough...
Reaper1546: Err...not really. I was kind of scrambling my mind to think of a name, and the name 'Douglas Oras' just came to mind.
Pyro: Yes...Goldie will be part of the story. She will also be important later on.
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Alright! So with that out of the way, I present to you, Chapter 8. Hope you enjoy it!
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Disclaimer:
Making his way down the staircase that lead to the club, Mike began to dust out the many pages of the book, which he had assumed to be the personal journal or diary of the original owner of the restaurant, Douglas Oras. It was quite odd though, through sheer luck he had managed to find the vault and unlock its contents.
Taking great care in holding the book, he began to thoroughly observe the item in his hands. The book was quite light, with a light chestnut brown leather cover with a symbol of a grey rose in the middle, with other symbols of varying colors. A yellow feather, a purple pair bunny paws, a red skull and bones and a dark brown parasol, all of which were surrounding the grey rose.
Mike stared at the cover for a moment. What the hell could it mean? 'Mister Oras has a lot of secrets...' Mike thought, looking in front for a moment and making sure he didn't bump into anything.
Flipping the book to the very first page, which was now quite clean, Mike then began to read the page. From the rather flamboyant writing, Mike deduced it was probably the table of contents, due to the side were numbers.
Flipping the page to where he looked at before, he began to read the book.
My name is Douglas Zelith Oras. I am currently aged 22 years old, living in the bustling
city of Manhattan. I first was born in England on 27th of June, 1952, with my mother
being half German and my father being from Britain. Despite that, I can barely speak both languages.
"Huh..." Mike muttered, surprised to find that the original owner of the restaurant was half German and French, as well as being born in England. Mike shrugged his shoulders and began to read once again.
My parents were a bit demanding of me during my earlier years, but were
and are still supportive of my choices in life.
During the course of my life, I had always thought what it would be like to own
a restaurant of my own. And so, I studied in finance during my university,
now holding a diploma in said course. With it, I had asked my parents
to help me start up, which they were hesitant at first. I wouldn't really blame them
since they had hoped I would become a doctor or an engineer.
But they relented in the end, which I thank them till this day. And speaking of today,
it will be the grand opening of the restaurant. I am, without a doubt, extremely excited about it.
I shall call it...'Oras Pizza'. Though, not the most creative name for a restaurant, it will do for now.
Mike then stopped reading at that point since he had reached his office. Closing the book and keeping a mental note to read it again, he walked inside and placed the book on the table next to the portable fan before taking out his uniform from the same cabinet, making his way out to change into his uniform.
Once he was done, he exited his office and made his way down the hallway to meet the girls, adjusting his tie and cap, he steadily walked towards the two doors of the main hall, which the music were still pulsating with energy, with the cold air of the AC slipping through the crack underneath the door.
Turning the know and pushing the door forward, he entered the room, the cold air rushing out to greet him in a cold embrace. Once there, he found the four females out of their costume and in their original form, doing stretches and some actions on their respective poles. They seemed to be unaware of his existence, so he smiled and decided to greet them.
"Hey girls" he spoke out, catching the attention of the four females, causing them to grin at him, making their way down their respective stages and towards Mike.
"Mike finally decides to show up. How are you right now, dear~?" Frieda asked in a soothing tone, causing Mike to smile warmly at them.
"I'm doing fine. Can't really complain" Mike replied, causing the four to giggle at the guard. "How about the four of you? Any help?" Mike asked, placing his hands inside his pant pockets.
"We're fine, Mike. Even better now that you're here!" Chica exclaimed grinning at the guard.
"Although...You mind helping me with...an itch~?" Frieda asked seductively, licking her lips at the guard, making Mike uncomfortable, his face flushed red in embarrassment. Frieda laughed before playfully pushing him, "Hahaha! I'm just kidding Mike"
Mike chuckled nervously, causing the rest of the girls to giggle at him. Mike smiled at them before breaking the ice, "Yea well, if you girls need anything, you know where I'll be" Mike spoke before walking back to his office.
The girls looked at each other for a moment before catching up to him, grabbing his arms and looking at him with a pleading look. "Umm...Do you mind...staying for a while? Until our performances start...If it's fine with you" Bonnie bashfully asked, her cheeks flushing light red.
Mike bit his lip. He could stay for a while...
Removing their grip from his arms, he reached into his pant pocket and took out his phone, only to find out that it was just 7:15 pm. He let out a small "Huh..." before pocketing the phone once again and facing the four robots. "Sure I guess. I still have some time to kill" He said, smiling at them, causing the females to grin in return.
The rest of the time before the girls performance was basically used to chit-chat with each other. They sat at one of the many chairs around a circular table, idly chatting about and laughing at their antics. Every once in a while, Mike would be subjected to torture via robot seduction, with things such as Foxy sitting too close for his comfort or Frieda cupping her breasts in front of him, all of which made his blush profusely. The girls would giggle before stopping their torture, which is much to Mike's thankfulness.
What the bots didn't tell him during their idle chat was how much fun it was for him to be around. That was the main reason why they looked at him with a pleading look. Something about him just made them felt very close to him, although they had no idea what or why.
Unfortunately for the girls, time passed by very quickly, with the digital clock on Mike's phone telling that it was five minutes to 8 pm, saying that he needed to go back to his usual place back at the office, which the girls were crestfallen with. "Well, remember what I said. Need anything, just tell me" Mike said once again before standing up from his seat and making his way back to the office, leaving the girls to go back to their positions. When Mike had stepped out of the room, a wave of warm air greeted him. Making his way back to the office, he came across the guys partaking in the 'show'. Mike hovered two fingers over his eyes before flicking them over to the males, giving them a snarl as he walked by them.
Once he was back in his office, he quickly closed both of the metal doors and sat down on his chair, grabbing his tablet from the drawer and the old book he had found earlier. However, when Mike had opened the book back to the page he was at, a yellow, paper top hat drifted its way down onto the floor, confusing Mike. He was sure that wasn't there before. Picking it up, he examined the item in his hands and flipped it around, finding that someone had apparently signed the back of it with, what he assumed to be, a black marker. There were only two initials and both of them were a flamboyant G and an F.
Looking at it for a moment, he pocketed the small top hat into his left breast pocket before continuing his read of the book.
I had never expected to see so many people come to the grand opening of this place.
And we were so busy during our shift! The waiters and waitresses were doing their best to serve the many customers their meals.
Our finest pizza makers were all rushing around in the kitchen, doing their best to make the orders fast yet still magnificent in taste.
It was a very hectic day, indeed. I personally asked some of the customers what their thoughts were on the restaurant and I must say,
their feedback was really astounding. They had all been waiting for a pizzeria like this to open up a long time ago.
People left and right were going on about how delicious the pizza's were (Which I have to personally thank Mason for that),
with a few giving some useful ideas of what they would like to see in the future.
With some families coming in, I had asked the children what they thought of the restaurant, which I have to say was very endearing.
The kids were astounded with the place, saying this was, and I quote, "The bestest restaurant ever!". Had me smiling all the way.
Mike smiled. Apparently what Mr Fritz said was true and the people did find it astounding. He flipped the page and continued reading.
However, when I asked this one little girl about what she would like to see in the future, she had given me something to think about.
She said to include robots. I repeat. Robots.
I went around again once more and asked the kids whether they would like to see animatronics walk about the restaurant.
They said yes. They would enjoy having it included.
And so, I thought to myself as I went back to my office, "Maybe...I can include that"
You see, what most of the people not know about me is that I love to create and fix things. From wall clocks, wrist watches.
Basically anything that required wiring of wires. And so, as I write this in this book, I am wondering to myself what they would look like.
I could probably make them look like animals, since I figure that the kids would love animals. Only question is, do I want them to look like the robots from
that one restaurant? I can't recall what the name was...Some with a Chuck person I think...
Regardless, should they look like those? Hmmm...I should ask some people for opinions.
Mike flipped the page, taking a look outside for a moment before reading once more.
It has been a few days since the grand opening of my restaurant and I went around asking the customer what they would like to see
for an animatronic mascot of some sorts for the restaurant. Some kids wanted a bat, others a tiger, while some parents were kind of unsure.
Needless to say, I had managed to come to a conclusion. With deduction, the most rated they wanted was a bear.
Yes...A bear. Why a bear, I would never know.
Deciding it was fine to include more, I found out that the next rated was a fox, followed by a bunny and lastly a chicken.
But really...A bear...
Anyways, I also went around and asked what they wanted them to look like. While most kids said how they wanted them to look cool
or amazing, many parents and adults were telling how it should be kid friendly and not too hurtful to the eye.
So right now...As this is being written, I'm current thinking of a design for the main mascot...
Mike turned to read the next page before causing himself to stare at it in awe. Right there, were a few design pictures of how the main mascot would look like and strangely enough, it seemed rather identical to Frieda's design. with the feminine body shape, face design and whatnot. Douglas had apparently drawn the bear in different poses, but most of it were pictures of the bear just standing up.
Okay. I think I might have the perfect design for the mascot itself! From the pictures I had sketched out, I decided for the look to be somewhat humanoid,
however still retaining their animal features such as ears and tails. And as for the chicken design...well, it might have wing-like hands, with
the rest of the animatronics having a human digits. Though, their designs can wait for now.
Right now...I have to come up with a name for the bear. Since I decided the bear would look feminine and have a
motherly instinct, it's only necessary for it to have a female name.
I had wanted the color of their chasis to feel like soft fur, which the chicken feeling like feathers. And for the bear, her's would probably be golden
or yellowish in color. But that is still up for debate.
For now...I suppose I can call her...
Goldilocks or Goldie for short.
