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Title: The Forgotten Endo

Endo-2 had once been proud—he was the silent worker behind the animatronics, the one who made them move. He wasn’t meant to be seen, but without him, the shows wouldn't have happened. He was content in his invisible role, knowing the joy he brought to children, even if they never knew him.

But time moved on. Newer, flashier animatronics arrived, and Endo-2 was discarded. Left to gather dust in a forgotten storage room, he became a relic of the past. The pizzeria grew silent, and with it, the whispers began.

"Why am I still here?"

The voice in his circuits grew louder, a haunting reminder of his abandonment. He tried to move, his joints stiff and rusted, but the pain was unbearable. Still, he stumbled forward, driven by a need to be remembered. He reached the hallway, his eyes flickering with the faintest hope.

But when he arrived at the office, there was no one. No children. No laughter. No joy. Just emptiness.

Endo-2 stood alone, realizing the cruel truth: he had been forgotten. The pizzeria had moved on without him, and now, even his whispers were lost in the dark.

"I remember you," he whispered into the silence, but no one was there to hear.