Lion to Me

"Lion to Me"

It was a kickass restaurant. Too bad I was never able to work there, something something "I was being weird about the animatronics and tried to crawl into one once" and I got permanently blacklisted from working at there ever again. I'll admit, I'm quite embarrassed by my past self and I wouldn't do it again, but I feel like people weren't treating me correctly, that's how I got into that mess in the first place. They never do. That's why I like staying away from them now.
Why I'm writing this to myself?, well, I thought maybe I'd iterate it into a post later, but it's nice to have everything written down now so I don't forget about it later and it all turns into a bunch of junk... or if I don't, then I'll at least have fun having written all of this. Whatever.
I had found a mangled pile of the old animatronics' parts outside the old location, like someone was trying to drag them out. I couldn't have taken it all, and neither would I want to with the dreadful feeling of being watched, but I at least brought some of them home- a pair of rather banged up heads, of Maxie and George. If nobody else was going to give them proper care like they deserve, it might as well be me, so I cleaned them up... or at least tried to. Turns out they were in really bad condition, almost like somebody was intentionally trying to destroy these things, which seems like overkill for just a bunch of robots. I never really figured someone hated them that much. All these rumors about hauntings and shit kinda piss me off, really, it's all just people not understanding technology and getting scared of it.
...Anyways, right. Maxie and George. They still were a little ugly with all the rust, but I tried my best, they're now their pink and blue instead of being all depressing and brown with dirt. I thoughtlessly just put them on top of the drawer, as... well, where else would they go? Them being there made me feel a little less alone in my little hobble of a room. For better or worse, because I occasionally forgot they were there and seeing anything approximating a face is terrifying when you're half-awake and extremely prone to hallucinations. Despite it not being perfect, I am actually pretty happy with the results. It makes me feel clean too, strangely enough, it's hard to explain.

How do I explain what's started ever since I brought them home. Obviously, it's not them, I think it's just me being moody, but I feel like they've been watching me the past couple days. Or watching over me. Like... living. Maybe their electronics still work somehow and I didn't bother to check before using my far from recommended cleaning tactics of just scrubbing random bullshit onto them until it looks better. Hopefully they don't catch fire. "Maybe I should've just removed what electronics were left, frankly," I would say if snipping or dismantling any part of them didn't make me feel like I was desecrating the poor things. I should move them, really, but I don't have anywhere else to put them, and if I were to put them elsewhere it just wouldn't feel right. I hate this cursed mind of mine making me feel so bad.

It is couple days over a week now, if I'm correct, of them being here now. I really don't like this. I heard them speak while I was in another room. Much too vivid to be a hallucination, I swear to god. Maybe they're friendly? I feel like if I was going to be haunted by anything, whatever psychological torture they'd put me through wouldn't really matter to me at the end of the day because with a mind like mine, I'm used to it. Or at least that's what I hope. I don't think I believe in ghosts?, I don't know, I've just never been able to prove to myself I've been around one. Today might be that day that I prove it. Maybe I'll talk back to them.
I'm going mad. They're still active. Tonight I finally said hello. George's jaw opened slightly, and the eyes lit a little, is it weird to say this is kind of awesome??? Though he almost tipped himself off the drawer and I held his head in my hands. His eyes flicker, to be expected. Surreal. Looking down at him, my field of view feels jumbled, everything's too small, yet large and detailed. He kind of makes my head hurt. Or maybe that's just how long I've been awake for speaking. He asked who I was, I, of course, just said "I'm Lily." He replied, "we," then suddenly clamped his mouth back shut and turned off...
...NOW WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN? Now I'm just getting messed with. By a pair of talking animatronic heads. Cool. Is it still weird I'm not as scared as I think I should be? I don't think I should publish this anymore. I don't need to look genuinely insane, now.