chapter 2

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That next day, the security guard had been talking with the mechanics about Foxy's statement from last night. Not only did it scare him deeply, but his mind on the animatronics becoming self aware had definitely been changed since then. He may be overthinking it, since Foxy could've just blurted out anything, since the robots tend to become more inactive later in the day, but it still scared him.

The mechanics denied that Foxy would say such a thing, and had brushed this off. The security guard tried to get them to listen, but that only resulted in them walking off, whispering something about him being a lunatic. And, as the security guard got back to post and sat in his chair, he stared at the table for more than half of his shift.

Maybe he WAS a little crazy. After all, being in a kid's pizzeria does make your whole attitude and mood change, which would result in some...sanity being left out. Maybe he just IMAGINED Foxy saying that.

Smirking, he went back to the monitors. Yeah. It was all in his imagination.

It had been a few months after Foxy's supposed "self-aware sentence". Many of the employees still got onto the security guard's case, and they all had joked it about since then. Even though he brushed all of their remarks at the time, he was unaware of one of the other employees actually considering if Foxy was becoming a bit self-aware. If he was, then they'd end up using another model in hopes to not have any of the animatronics thinking for themselves.

This employee had approached Foxy during work hours and had, despite her will not to look childish or silly at the time, asked Foxy if he really said what the security guard had claim. Much to her relief, the animatronic simply responded, "I don't recall statin' such a thing, lass. Maybe the lad's got some scurvy?"

Needless to say, she ended up leaving an orange on his desk later that night. Just for Foxy's sake, anyway.

Besides the light joking of the employees to the poor guard, the restaurant had actually been doing well. They managed to air a successful commercial promoting the restaurant, and had ended up getting more customers since then. The band was a hit, and Pirate Cove was getting new additions added on.

More decorations were lined and painted on the walls in Pirate Cove so it'd give you a more "pirate"-like atmosphere. Waves and boats with islands were painted on the walls, and, heck, even the artist agreed to paint Foxy sailing one of the ships! Foxy's stage had decorations on the back wall so it'd look like Foxy was standing on an island as he did his shows with his audiences. He even had a few more parts added onto him so he was able to sit down, which was added so he could sit on a wooden box as he'd talk about some of his past "adventures" to the children.

The band got plenty of more decorations, too. New speakers were added so the music would have more quality, sound-wise, and the stage had gotten some extra decorations in the back. New tables were added for more guests that weren't attending any parties, and the playground had even gotten more additions.

Needless to say, everything was going so well. Besides the pricing being a bit higher than usual(which you can thank the boss for), everyone still enjoyed their stay and some were recommending for parties to be attended there. This still didn't raise the suspicions of the animatronics walking around for the parents, though.

It didn't matter, so long as the money was still coming in. At least that's what the owner had claimed at the time. Even though the employees were doing it for the money as well, seeing the children so happy was a boost for everyone. Even the animatronics, whom were starting to observe their surroundings more.

It was another typical day at the pizzeria. A lot more activities were going on, since of the new decorations and additions to the playground, which would give the children more to observe and explore. Their eyes lit up at everything in their sight, and it was surely one of the best days of their lives. You could tell.

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