Death-o-Tron

== WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT. ==
The story unfolds in Funland, a once vibrant amusement park full of life and laughter, where families would gather to create memories that would last a lifetime. The park's most popular attraction was "Motor-O-Tron," a pizzeria themed around old-fashioned car races, where kids could ride bumper cars, win prizes, and get a taste of some of the best pizza in town. Motor-O-Tron’s highlight was its fleet of cheerful, child-sized animatronic race cars that zipped around the restaurant, weaving through the tables with beaming headlights and cheery engine revs.
On what started as a regular day, however, Motor-O-Tron turned into a nightmarish scene of horror.
The tragedy began with a malfunction in the animatronic system. A family was seated near the back, laughing and enjoying their pizza, when a sudden grinding sound interrupted the music playing overhead. The parents barely had time to look up before one of the animatronic cars, blaring its horn and revving its engine at full speed, shot directly towards them, crashing into their toddler’s stroller. A horrific crunch sounded as the car’s heavy wheels crushed the infant’s skull, sending a spray of red across the pristine checkered floor.
Screams echoed through the building as panic erupted. Parents grabbed their children, trying to flee, but the animatronics had started moving erratically. Three kids in the path of another runaway car tried to dash to safety, but the machine accelerated, running them over in a blur of metal and wheels, crushing bones and leaving their small bodies motionless in pools of blood.
In the frenzy, a terrified adult tripped on a pile of spilled popcorn and slammed into a rusty kitchen counter, causing a jagged metal pipe to plunge straight into his eye. He fell, clutching his face, as blood poured from the wound, staining his shirt a deep crimson. The cars started to blow up and they started using there "fire flares" to set people on fire. people were tripping and dying everywhere. 
By the time security and emergency services arrived, the building had turned into a maze of bodies. Over 70 innocent lives were lost in the span of mere minutes, and nobody knew how it had happened. Some believed it was a freak accident, while others whispered it had to be something more sinister.
Rumors of foul play reached the ears of federal authorities. The FBI and SWAT teams were dispatched to investigate what truly happened that day. They arrived at Funland after hours, armed and prepared for anything. Or so they thought.
As the agents entered Motor-O-Tron, an eerie silence hung over the place. Lights flickered, casting long shadows across the restaurant’s blood-stained floor. A small figure darted out of the shadows—a tiny animatronic car, headlights glinting with a menacing red glow. Before anyone could react, the car lunged forward, slamming into the leg of an agent and breaking it with a sickening snap. More animatronics began whirring to life, advancing toward the SWAT team with a twisted, metallic rage.
A scream rang out as one of the animatronics—a towering robot styled after an old-fashioned mechanic—grabbed an agent by the neck, hoisting him high before snapping his spine in two with an effortless twist. Another agent raised his gun to shoot, but one of the animatronic race cars launched itself at him, smashing into his chest with enough force to cave in his ribs.
Realizing they were outmatched, the agents tried to retreat. But the animatronics, now fully in “kill mode,” had blocked every exit. The machines took them down one by one—some slashing throats with sharpened gears, others bludgeoning heads with their heavy mechanical arms. The floor was soon drenched in the agents' blood, mixing with the dried stains of the victims from before.
In the end, none survived. As the animatronics returned to their stations, their once-cheery faces bore expressions of twisted satisfaction, as if programmed to enjoy every moment of the carnage. Motor-O-Tron stood still again, silent in the aftermath, a monument to one of the darkest days Funland had ever known. CHAPTER 2: In the dead of night, Funland sat abandoned, the darkness concealing its history of terror. Despite the rumors surrounding Motor-O-Tron, a group of criminals decided it was the perfect spot to loot for forgotten cash or valuable equipment. Led by the fearless Billy and his ragtag crew—Max, Joe, Cheston, Chico, Peter, Linda, Ava, Mark, and Ferro—they entered with cocky confidence, dismissing tales of animatronic horrors as urban legends.
As the group navigated through the dimly lit restaurant, a cold, heavy silence replaced their jokes and banter. Their footsteps echoed in the empty halls, and faint stains of dried blood painted the floor, ghostly reminders of what had happened there.
First, it was Max.
He had wandered off near the animatronic control panel, looking for valuables, when a shadowy figure—a robotic clown with gleaming red eyes and jagged metal teeth—appeared behind him. Before he could shout, it clamped its iron jaws over his head, slowly crushing his skull in its maw, the splintering bone and wet squelches echoing through the room as Max’s muffled screams faded into silence.
The others bolted toward the sound, only to find his mangled body lying in a growing pool of blood.
Chico and Ava turned to run, but a small animatronic car zipped past, knocking Ava to the ground. Before she could get up, a metal claw shot out of the car, grabbing her leg and dragging her screaming into the shadows. Moments later, her desperate cries turned to gurgling as the machine tore into her neck, spilling blood across the cracked tiles.
Panic-stricken, the group scattered. Joe and Ferro ran toward the exit, but an animatronic driver with glowing red eyes blocked their path. In an instant, it slammed Joe against the wall, using its cold, metallic fingers to dig into his stomach, pulling his entrails out in one long, sickening pull. Ferro tried to pull Joe away but was struck in the head by a metal pole swung by a hulking animatronic mechanic, crushing his skull with a wet crunch, leaving only a twitching, broken body in its wake.
Linda and Mark, wide-eyed with terror, stumbled into the kitchen, hoping to find another exit. But an animatronic chef, equipped with knives for fingers, lurked within. With inhuman speed, it lunged forward, slicing Mark’s tendons, leaving him writhing helplessly on the floor. Linda screamed, trying to pull him away, but the chef dug its knife fingers into her back, slowly sawing through her spine until she lay still, her mouth frozen in a silent scream.
Cheston and Peter made it to the dining area, but they were met by the grinning figure of the animatronic ringleader, towering over them with a twisted smile. It grabbed Cheston by the shoulders and twisted, snapping his body in half with a sickening crunch before dropping his broken form on the floor like a discarded toy.
Billy and Peter had finally made it to the doors, now drenched in sweat and shaking with fear. Just as they reached the exit, an animatronic car burst through the wall, roaring and veering dangerously close to them. Peter shoved Billy forward, desperately clinging to survival. As the doors burst open, they scrambled out, stumbling over each other to get away.
As they fled, neither looked back at the bodies of their friends or the hollowed-out terror of Motor-O-Tron. But they knew they’d never forget what they saw that night—the cold, relentless machines that had taken their friends apart piece by piece. Billy and Peter escaped, yet every night the images replayed, haunting them as a constant, inescapable nightmare.
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