The daisy II

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*12 years*

Recovering…

I never thought the papers I had to work with were this much at the end of the summer, it looked as if the desk in the office was made out of papers, files and more office stuff. I usually let the owner and some workers in the pizzeria be in charge of sign them or do whatever they had to do, everything so they can be out of my sight. I signed one about the monthly maintenance of the animatronics, 'cause I wouldn't let them take away their cleaning routine with us with warm and cozy tissues; I took quite a while to accept the idea of us in need of special treatments. Besides, I think in more years I'm gonna need more than just a few tissues and a bucket full of water with bubbles, since all the fur over my chest and the rest of my body is slowly starting to be more and get thicker, so it won't be easy to clean up this whole bear's fur.

   I left the paper over the pile of white papers and left the office by the way in my right side. In the end of the hallway I could see FunTime Foxy putting down some plates in the closest table to the kitchen; she was wearing a white apron with a knot like a bow tie in her low back. For some reason I was getting more interested in looking at her waist and… well… her butt; her legs looked really beautiful, or at least I thought so about her. I thought that if I told her anything about it she wouldn't take it so good, though she's told me some things she likes about me, such as my fur or my outfit of a waiter without shirt and pants. When I left the hallway she turned around and smiled at me the same way she always does: full of joy.

   "Hey there, my Freddy," she said with a sweet tone, "I was getting the table ready for us."

   "Did you cook that pizza you told me about?" I asked while looking around seeking for the food.

   "Yes, and I think it's perfect." She fetched a medium pepperoni pizza from the kitchen. "If I left these pizzas to the workers they're probably gonna include them in the menu."

   FunTime Foxy always wished that the owner of the restaurant included her pizzas, but they actually have never had that sort of sparkle that made them be announced in the street all over the city. This restaurant is mostly known for serving all kind of cheap food and not for the pizza, despite the fact that it's called 'pizzeria', so it's something weird.

   "Say, what do you say if we go to open up the crate before we start eating? We could even invite him or her for dinner."

   "What crate?" I asked totally puzzled.

   "Freddy, remember that the last worker left a crate here with a new animatronic," she said as she walked towards the backstage, "they left it before they left."

   Because of too many papers I had totally forgotten about our new co-worker, I'm glad FunTime Foxy is here to help me out with that kinda details.

   "I'm sorry, it's just that, just when summer started, the office got stuck with a bunch of papers again," I said while walking with her.

   "Don't worry," she said with the same smile.

   When we got there we could see that that crate was almost our same size; perhaps a little taller. FunTime Foxy picked up a metal bar from the table and stabbed the corner of it. I quickly grabbed the bar with her, and we both gave it a tug downwards to remove one of its faces. It was the first time I was doing this. We could found in there an animatronic like us, but it was a yellow one with an orange beak and a bib that said 'Let's eat'.

   "So now what?" I asked.

   FunTime Foxy shrugged. After that I touched its chest, so it immediately opened up its eyes as if I had hurt it, its purple eyes.