From a small music box within the busted mechanical parts of the machine, a song emitted… a distorted sounding voice, sounding eerily shrill, but filled with life, as if it were built to strike unnerving thoughts into the heads of onlookers… Rusted parts from its once white, shiny metallic shell flaked like a pastry. It was an old animatronic, as shown by its stained, scratched and rusted body. It’s mouth eerily wide, representing a large grin…creepy.
London B-Brdg- e is falling down…falling down… London Bridge is falling down… my fair…l-lady- y…
It continued For a while until a small ticking sound had started to come from…the left arm… was it trying to move? it all stopped. The melody and singing, gone…now replaced with silence…
”CLANK!”
*the stomach opened to reveal a large chunk of the animatronic’s stomach had been replaced by what seemed to be a small compartment, almost like a pit. The icy cold, blue eyes rolled forward into view, out of the depths of the endoskeleton head.