Kid's Cove

by Rynoc1114

(Will publish new sequels and chapters if this becomes popular) People remember Fazbear's Pizza for the pizza, games and animatronics. While today there only may be three, back in the 80's there was a new and improved animatronic who entertained preschoolers every day. But why is he gone? What did he do wrong? Well I'm here to tell you, dear reader. My side of this mangled story.

3. 1993: A year of vengeance

1993: Hoarders and Stockpiles

Hey everybody! Sorry for no new chapters lately! I've been working on other things like school, developing games, writing scripts and performing in musicals. I hope that this chapter will make up for my hiatus. Thank you all so much an see you next chapter!

Ah 1993. The closing year of a Fazbear destination for unknown reasons. Or so you'd think. But anyone who went there that year knew that the shadiness of the whole business caught them in a trap. A BIG trap. When did this all start? Well, let's start on the greatest day of that year.

8:00 PM, February 14th, a day of love and companionship. The animatronics were performing a number about appreciating people and their feelings or some junk like that. I instead was tucked away in Pirate Cove, lonely and wishing there was something else besides the curtain to talk to. "Hey Dan, you're a strong man right?" I heard Mr. Faz say to the backstage manager. "Yeah, why? Is there a problem with some angry mother complainin' about smells 'er somethin'?" "Well, I was thinking of moving some of the old toys into Pirate Cove seeing as our old storage area has to be cut because of budget cuts." "Why don't we just get rid of the toys like we've been planning to?" "Well, all of the storage and scrap companies willing to take them are too expensive, in fact I was thinking of cutting the power even more to pay for this!" "Alright, alright I'll do it, but you have to pay me extra for doin' this!" Toys, moving here? I thought there were none left after the bite. Just then a broken down, grayish, scratched-up bear with eyes and most of its teeth missing came into sight. But before I could carefully scan this object, it was thrown at me hard and fast! "Hey everyone!" It started, "I'm your *static* friend Fr*radio tuning*eddy!" A visitor! One I could call a friend or even just an acquaintance I don't care! I was so overjoyed! All these years of loneliness and sorrow building up to this moment!

8:17 PM, April 18th, I had spent 2 months with Toy Freddy and I was beginning to notice a couple major details. One, his voice looped which was really annoying especially when I was just trying to talk to him. "Freddy?" I'd say, and he'd respond "I'm your best friend!" Of course, sometimes he tried going berserk if his arm started malfunctioning. His eyes would glow white and his head tilt while he tried to open the curtain. Then employees would have to stick him back inside. One time, he tore off an employee's arms violently and quickly. It happened when an employee named Joseph Robzenter was trying to close the curtains and Freddy bit the arms off of him before the curtain snapped shut. Later I heard that he was in rehab in Wyoming. Anyways, Toy Freddy constantly wants to throw me out of Pirate Cove because he thinks that I'm going to destroy him or something. Now while I don't know completely why, I believe that it's because I'm the one that got them kicked out of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza so he wants to even it out. "Hey, you, inspector Juarez, I need to tell ya somethin'." I heard Faz say after he pulled an inspector aside. "But first, let me ask you a question; how many greens will it take to make ya look the other way about a fatal accident?" "What kind of accident?" I heard a thick Guatemalan accent ask. "How about uh maybe…" I then heard Faz slip Juarez a chunk of his company right into his hands! Now I'm no business major, but I'm pretty sure that handing over a whole chunk of your money to an inspector would probably put you out of business or at least put you a little into the red zone. But maybe the shady business practices of two ruthless robots sharing a Cove will work out. Well, not quite.

9:04 PM, December 10th, months after Faz handed over the money the business here dropped. People have been complaining about smells and noises coming from the suits. So for a while, Faz was laying off workers, dodging payments and cutting money from positions like the security guard. Though lately, Mr. Faz has been stuffing more and more into the Cove, even sticking old endoskeletons into Freddy and I. That's where I drew the line. Faz was stuffing anything he wanted in the Cove instead of just benefiting his company by getting rid of all of his junk! "Hey Dan, I was thinking of just burning the metal in Pirate's Cove and using the molten metal to fix up the place and my car!" "Hey Faz, don't ya think that'll make the smell worse by burning all of the old equipment which will drive even MORE customers away?!" "Nonsense! People won't notice!" Oh no. He won't do that! Wait, who am I kidding? This man will do anything for money! I got give this guy a taste of his own medicine! His own, bad tasting, rotten, medicine! So I planned what any sane robot would do. I planned on ripping that dirty business man to shreds!

7:07 PM, December 11th, Mr. Faz was taking the security shift that night. At about 12:00 AM, I cracked open Pirate Cove's walls and I stepped out into the pizzeria. Half of my skin was at my waist because of the long, metal endoskeletons stuck inside of me. My endoskeletons were falling apart, all rusty and loose, and my skin was ripped apart. I awkwardly walked to his office with my rusty metal feet as my jaw hung loosely off of my chin. I stopped by the area of where Kid's Cove used to be and I started to have flashbacks of the old days when my biggest problem was little preschoolers pulling apart my tail. This definitely got me madder as I remembered the way Mr. Faz just let it all happen. I immediately started to sprint down the hallway but before I could reach his office, my foot fell off. I fell flat on my jaw as it snapped off of the rest of my mouth. I then had to drag my way to his office hastily which ended up taking about 10 minutes. When I finally go there, I saw Mr. Faz' terrified expression as he started to get up from his chair. I sank the top part of my mouth into his bald head and blood rushed down the side of his hand like a river. He screamed loudly as he dropped to the floor, begging for mercy. But I wasn't finished. I strangled him with my hook before I slit his throat. I threw his body across the room and with one final blow, I shocked him with the wires bulging through my leg. Finally, I let him down and I watched him die as the satisfaction of the revenge of years of abuse rushed through my veins. I knew that if anyone found out about this experience, the place would be shut down. But what I didn't know was that that was not the end of this interesting experience.