Although T.V. commercials said the cafe was new, it was actually a bit shaken. The location and the games were new, yes, but the animatronics were a bit old. THeir voiceboxes glitched, and Duke constantly was going to maintenance. Regardless, my brother and I always went every Saturday.
It was a Saturday in June when it happened. I walked inside to the smell of cookies and chocolate. My hand was stamped with a flower, Callie's icon and my brother got a swirl, a special icon that represented Bluberry the Bunny. We walked inside and started to play some of the games. It was after lunch when Bluberry found us. Bluberry the Bunny was a blue rabbit with a black and white top hat and a dapper blue tie. He was taken out for parties and special events. My brother and I were walking to our father, two cookies in each of our hairs and a lasso of tickets in the other.
"Hello kiddies!" a voice called to us. Our two pairs of eyes glanced over. The fancy bunny was standing by a game, waving. We should've noticed the unlit eyes. We should have heard the non-mechanical voice. But, we didn't. We were kids, blinded by awe and the glory of cookies.
"Bluberry!" we cried in delight, running over and giving him a hug. He was soft and squishy, unlike the other animatronics who were soft, yet hard due to their endoskeleton.
"You kids wanna play some extra special birthday games?" The voice inside asked. We nodded, jumping in excitement. Extra games? Of course we wanted in! Bluberry was about to say more, but glanced up, looking around. His unlit gaze were met with six grey, dull eyes. My brother and I looked around to find what he was looking for. We saw three regular animatronics playing with other children and roaming the cafe freely. Bluberry patted our back, pushing us towards a back room. It had one lone game and a couple of boxes.
The light above our heads flickered. A small voice hit my ears. "Catherine… I'm scared." A slam made us both squeal. The metal door behind us had closed. My hands were shaking and my brother's jeans had a darker spot. We were alone and scared in a dark, cold room. The two of us huddled together in a corner, eating our cookies silently, wishing for comfort and warmth.
I suppose we got a wish of warmth, although it would be short-lived. Two other kids were tossed into the room with us. Bluberry shut the door, but didn't leave this time. He coughed, taking off his head. A head of scruffy, ginger hair was revealed, a sly grin painted on a woman's face. Her most notable feature was her grey, dull eyes. The woman stepped out of the costume, and bowed regally.
"Hello kiddies. I hope you are in for a treat. I have a birthday game for you all. It's called Stab." The lady stated, reaching into her back pocket.
One of the boys, a kid named Michael with a yellow shirt and a pair of mouse ears from the prize counter walked up to the lady. He was in my class, and always liked to mess around. A class clown, I suppose. "What's Stab?" The young child asked, pushing his glasses up the bridge of nose. A loud squelch could be heard as the lady's grin grew. My eyes started as a shining tip of a knife seemed to come out of the kid's back. Blood oozed out, drenching his shirt and staining it purple. The blade moved back into the boy's spine.
"That's Stab" the lady stated sweetly, twisting the red-coated knife in her hand. The lady wiped the red blood on her white employees shirt. I'll never forget the red. The lady glanced up her teeth wide and gleaming. "Who's next?"
My brother began to scream, but was silenced as the red lady shut his jaw forcefully and held her knife to his neck. I watched. I watched my brother's head get decapitated and each one of his fingers sliced like carrots. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. Brian was mutilated and destroyed.
I recognized the last boy: Daniel. He went to my school and was in band, playing the flutophone. He was crying, yet staying as silent as he could. His cheek had a huge scar on it; a rhythm stick had smacked him by accident. The red lady stepped closer to the boy. "Poor kid." She said, and then got surprisingly cheery. "I'll get you a band-aid!" The lady said, going through her back pocket.
The boy sniffled. "R-Really?" He asked, voice quivering.
The lady frowned, holding up a gun. "No." A silent bullet went straight the the boy's cheek, his jaw snapping off and falling to the ground. The lady dropped the silenced gun, grabbing her knife and stabbing over and over and over again. Blood splattered all over the kid. I was covered in it, being right next to him. I started to crawl to my brother's skull, holding his head in my hand.
The lady grinned maliciously, staring at me now with dull, gray eyes. "Well, you seem intrigued by your brother's head, 'ey? Why not try some?!" She shouted, shoving his neck in my mouth. I shut it before I could have it touch me. I shook my head wildly. The red lady tilted her head. "No? Don't like it? Don't you love him?" She plunged her arm into my brother's chest, pulling open the ribs with a crack and grabbing his small heart. She split it open with her red-drenched hands and opened my jaw, making me chew my kin's organ. I was forced to taste it. And it… it tasted good. I shut my eyes, relishing in the taste of the flesh. The red lady was outraged. "This won't do at all!" She screamed, and grabbed me. She stabbed her knife through my legs, and glanced towards the nearby videogame. "Perfect." She mumbled, and placed me on the two joysticks, through my legs. She shoved my head into the screen, and pulled the game back, holding my head in the screen.
The video revealed tons of wires. A crazed grin shown on the woman's face as she reached down to grab two wires. She stuck them inside my eyes forcefully, and plugged the game in again. I screamed in pain, until the woman tied another wire around my neck.
The red lady turned the game around so she could see me, and sat down on one of the boxes. "Listen. I really didn't want to kill you. It's because of men that our society is so corrupt. You agree, right?" She asked. I nodded, unsure of what she was saying but fearful. Fearful beyond compare. Blind, and soaked in blood at this point. The lady continued. "Men underestimate us woman, and call us stupid. This restaurant was the only place I could be free. My father, when I got home, would smack me and yell at me." She growled. "I hate men." She paused, as if looking at me. "I suppose I have to kill you. You will make a man one day. Best kill off your kind now." She picked up the gun. I heard the click. "You don't mind, do you?" She asked, putting it to my chest.
I was about to scream. Scream as loud as I could. But, I couldn't. My heart had stopped. The click and loud bang of the gun had already been done. A bright light mesmerized me as I swam towards it.