The Haunted Robots

Chapter One

"Sleep tight, you creepy rat." Damien said with a pat to the animatronic's shoulder. Despite its creepy appearance, and even more uncanny voice, he was going to mess them. He has been working here for two years straight, and has grown rather attached to them, as silly as it sounds.

"Well, it's time to leave." Damien muttered, and turned around. There he was, his boss, giving him a warm smile. Thinning, gray hair, many wrinkles on his face, and wearing a rather expensive suit. He wasn't sure why he would visit him at 6 in the morning, but apparently he just wanted to see him.

"Once again, thank you for all you've done. I'm sure you'll enjoy the new place rather well. Not many people care about a security watch, yet here you are, even bidding farewell to the animatronics."

Damien chucked, he wasn't entirely wrong. He had memorized this place like the back of his hand, and cleaned it every weekend like it was his own home. The floor was practically shining right now.

"Let's hope you are right about the last part."

Damien looked one last time at the animatronics, before giving the boss his keys, and getting a new set of keys for the new "Restaurant."

"Well, I believe that takes care of everything. I'll go hit the hay now. Goodnight, Mr. Drew."

Mr. Drew simply nodded, and gave his farewells as Damien left the restaurant, closing the door with a solid thump.

After Damien left, Mr. Drew muttered in a low voice, "Sleep well," he said, "Tomorrow you'll need all the faculties for the night-shift. I pray that you succeed."

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The streets were eerily quiet, except for the cricking of cockroaches, and squeaking of Mice. The only thing lighting the streets were the barely functioning streetlamps, this area wasn't that popular to begin with. The sun wasn't even up yet, since it was still winter.

Damien paid no mind to the cold, or the sounds, and just kept focusing on his phone. More specifically, the email that he got two days ago. He only focused on one word specifically,

Sex-animatronics.

This word alone kept bothering him to no end. This new restaurant would be a place so different from his previous one, and the fact that it was closer to a club whirled his mind with the new information.

He hadn't seen any pictures yet, except for what the restaurant looks like from the front, but from what he heard, the animatronics there didn't even seem like animatronics, they were so well-made that they looked like humans, and the sexual features... were apparently well advanced as well.

He heard all of this from Mr. Drew, of course. For whatever reason, this place was abandoned after it was open for a measly three days. But what shocked him the most was that parents even took their children there.

It baffled him, but apparently, the animatronics had a feature to cover their sexual parts. He still thought it was very weird, but decided to not think about it that much.

"Isabella's Funtime Club" That was the name of the so-called "Restaurant". Perhaps Mr. Drew tried not to make it so weird to Damien that he kept calling it a restaurant, despite the fact it was literally called a Club.

He wasn't sure why he had to work at an abandoned place, but the paycheck was even higher than before, so he didn't complain.

He mouthed the strange words again, "Sex-animatronics.... Isabella's Funtime Club... Sex with the animatronics is prohibited..."

It was just so bizarre, he thought. Thankfully, his house was nearby, so after a ten-minute walk, he finally reached his apartment.

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