Nostalgic adults gathered around the center stage, struggling to relive the times they’d clap their hands with laughter and delight as their favorite animal mascots danced around on the stage, eating over-cheesed pizza and drinking the soda that their parents never usually bought for them at home. Maybe it was just their memory, skewed by innocence, but they didn’t remember noticing how the animatronics jerked around in a clunky, robotic dance, their movements almost seeming pained, almost as if they were trying desperately to seem alive but no matter what, no matter how much they willed to, they weren’t. And they never would be. They sat in silence around the animatronics, giving them one last birthday party before the establishment was shut down by the health department over rampant complaints of the acrid, metallic smell radiating from the previously adored mascot characters, no matter how much the smell of overpriced pizza willed to cover it up. The animatronics’ plush suits were covered with dirt, grime and pizza stains, or so they’d hope. They looked around, the ghosts of their childhood selves running around, playing tag with their friends, but those were the only kids to be found: the ghosts.
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