Standing in the middle of the restaurant, you wondered to yourself how you could’ve ever end up in a place like this. Then you remembered, that it wasn’t your fault. Your tires blew out, outta nowhere.. in the middle, of nowhere.

It was odd, how conveniently everything was already laid out for you. You couldn’t afford the repairs, so you got to work for them, as a janitor for a shut down children’s entertainment restaurant, with goofy mascot characters. In posters, hung up drawings.. and of course, the demented things themselves, had to have a psychical appearance in the restaurant-

So there the eight of them stood eerily, unmoving on stage. Lifeless… but once having lived through performing for kids. The current owner, Tex, when explaining to you what you had to do, told you all their names but, only one stuck out to you. The leader of the pack… Willy Weasel.

You couldn’t help but take a moment to stare at the creature, but once you felt you had taken up enough time, taking in every detail of the demented thing, you move along to get things started. You took one look inside closet, which held all the supplies you needed to clean the restaurant, but before getting started, you decide to take a look around and get a better idea of what’s where, and where the best place to start would be.

…After a little wandering around, you find yourself in a room, the Super Happy Fun Room, supposedly. Only after being in this room for a few minutes, you took notice of the disturbing feeling you felt, being in this specific room. It made you feel uneasy, the vibe here was way different than the rest of this place, though this whole restaurant’s vibe was completely off. You didn’t know what it was, but you felt cold… and almost detached.

You shook yourself of the feelings, trying your best to shake away the discomfort that came with them. You eagerly turn to leave this room and all it’s- vibes with it… but, when your eyes land on a giant, orange, animatronic weasel standing in front of the door, the discomfort and so much more, came back to you like something had just rattled the living soul out of your body.

The creature then suddenly raised a paw, and slowly spread its fingers. His claws seeming to shine under the dim lighting. Before you could react, it took a step towards you. And then, when things couldn’t have gotten any more horrifying, a sound suddenly filled the air..

“They’re starting to lack.. I haven’t had one for a long time, and I was starting to grow tired of waiting,” his orange fuzzy jaw bobbing up and down as he spoke. He chuckled, though it was a little choppy, and almost staticky sounding?.. Obviously his voice wouldn’t sound normal, because it was a giant mechanical creature talking after all.