Click, clack, pop..
The sounds of my damaged metal echoed through the seemingly empty pizzeria. The cameras off. The quiet cracks of this god awful place. The sound of decaying walks, tiny fragments of plaster falling onto the ground. This place is falling apart. It sickens me, to think back to when this once booming restaurant slowly faded into oblivion.
My circuits would power on. Well, the circuits that I still had. My glowing red eyes would power on. I would look around, seems as if everyone has powered off for the day. I would smile as best I could and stand up, my old, rusty metal rubbing together with a crude screech.
My head would bob up and down. Occasionally twitching as I limped my way over to pirates cove. I can tell it's late at night, but I couldn't shake his stupid pirate-y voice out of my head. Clank.. clank.. clank. This goddamn body is to loud. Too rusty. Too limited. Disgusting.
I would peak me head into pirates cove. "Foxy?" I would ask gently, looking around. Foxy would emerge from the darkness of the cove. "Aye, bon? S' that ye? Why in god's name arr ye up so late at night?"
