I was beautiful once, back when I was a singer. I used to perform in the evenings, playing songs to entertain the grownups, soulful songs, jazz numbers, smooth songs from the 60's, back when it used to be more of a family diner rather than a pizzeria. My songs were classy and I was loved.
But during the day when I wasn't performing, and my fellow animal musicians would be playing, id be standing still on my stage, piano silent, lights off, the kids would tug and pull at me, wondering why I wouldn't dance and sing like the others, even when the staff told them I only played in the evenings, they would still pull at my limbs, throw food at me with their frustration at why I wasn't moving. It didn't take long until my hand broke off, followed by my amber eye being torn, dress and my hair a dirty mess from food and sticky hands. They tried to fix me but I was an older model, harder to find parts. They tried to make do, a hook instead of dainty fingers and a eye patch over where a bright golden eye once sparkled from.
Sadly over time I kept getting more torn from the children, the adults didn't take pleasure in watching me sing anymore now I wasn't as classy and perfected as before. The staff re-painted my face, adding clownish make up and putting me into the new playroom, without my tall stage to protect me anymore, I was torn and roughly played with everyday, the kids were merciless and wouldn't stop until I was a heap of parts on the ground. The staff would again attempt to repair but my time was drawing closer to an end, the place was a fast food restaurant now, no longer was my soulful songs and voice needed, the adults had forgotten me.
My body broken beyond repair, my voice but crackles of electrical shortages, they all gave up on me, left me in a heap to rot, the once valued singer and performer no more but a clown. I sit and remember my past glory while i fade on the dusty floor, with anger growing inside towards the staff, the ones that failed to protect me , the ones that gave up fixing me, ill have some fun with them, ill awake in the evening and become a star again..Seems like the new security guard is watching me, maybe ill introduce myself.

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yes im terrible at writing stuff :P

basicly this is toy foxy/mangle from five nights at freddy's 2. I was inspired from this pic :http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14984313/
and gave her a backstory and made her fabulous once x3
she was a top of the range robot, almost real like before them darling kiddies broke her :/