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The instructions you were given were clear and simple: keep the lights on in the daycare. Management didn’t tell you why, and you figured it was nothing really, ad brushed it off. Besides that rule, there weren’t many others, only the obvious. You didn’t get any sort of weapon, but you did receive a nice heavy flashlight and a walkie-talkie. Overall, your job as the new nighttime security guard seemed like it was going to be easy.
“I swear, it seems like this place is always hiring security positions,” you said to your trainer, a tall, lanky man in his early 30s by the name of Jeff.
He shrugged. “People don’t stay long,” he replied. “We’re always havin’ to replace people, I think they get freaked out by the characters.”
“I guess kids would get scared, but adults? Are they really that uncanny?” you asked.
Jeff scrunched his face up. “Not to me, well, except for the uh, the daycare guys. I don’t like them.”
“Oh yeh, about the daycare, are the lights faulty or something? Why can’t we ever turn them off?” you asked.
Jeff laughed, then coughed, then resumed laughing. “There’s a character that can only come out when they’re off, and management doesn’t want us interacting,” he answered.
The daycare had been assigned to you, along with the atrium, food court, and go-kart race track. Everywhere else was Jeff’s responsibility, however, as you had seen from your first few nights of training, Jeff liked to eat snacks and play on his phone in the break room. He claimed that watching the security cameras in there counted as him patrolling. You didn’t really care as long as you got paid and got to work a nice, uneventful shift.
“Anyway, your first night alone? Well, first official night now that you’re done with training. Think I taught ya’ well enough?” Jeff asked.
Truthfully, he didn’t teach you much of anything. “Yeh, of course, easy stuff, I’ll be fine,” you replied.
Jeff nodded and gave you a grunt. “Nice, good stuff. Well I’ll make my way to my areas, you need anything just call me on the walkie.”
You said your goodbyes and headed for the food court.
The job was boring. Nothing ever happened, and you assumed that criminals just didn’t want to break into a family entertainment center. If they did, they would probably hire giant buff dudes and give them guns. You weren’t complaining, though, you liked the quiet nights of simply walking around.
You didn’t see the animatronics, at least not yet. Jeff had told you that they spent most nights charging, which did disappoint you a bit. You used to be a huge Fazbear fan as a kid, and felt like you owed it to your younger self to meet the star himself.
Nothing was happening in the food court. Just empty tables and chairs and the sound of some of the robot staff wandering around. You hadn’t actually gone into the daycare yet, only peeked inside, so you decided to go check it out.
Upon arriving there, you noticed giant, closed wooden doors. You pushed, checking to see if they were unlocked. They started to open, and you squeezed between them and popped inside the large bright room. It was a bit overwhelming; the music, the colors, the smell of Clorox wipes.
You tucked your flashlight away and started to walk around. No trespassers so far, and you doubted that there would be any hiding in the ball pit or plastic tunnels in the jungle gym. You took a deep breath, surely getting all the cleaning chemicals in the air into your lungs. Suddenly, you heard something. It sounded like a jingling noise coming from above you. You looked up, unable to see anything on the ceiling or walls.
“Who are YOU!?” A loud voice boomed across the room.
“Shit!” you yelped, surprised by the sudden loud voice.
You put your hand over your chest and sighed. “I’m the new security guard,” you answered loudly.
A figure appeared on a ledge near the ceiling. You recognized it, as it was one of the animatronics. Its face was on posters around the area, and there was a giant statue of it as well.
“Hi there, do you run the daycare?” You called out.
“No need to shout, I can hear you just fine!” It said, jumping down and landing hard on its feet. You noticed the bells around its wrists.
“Sorry,” you said, then introduced yourself, telling the robot your name.
“What’s your name?” you asked it.
“I have several!” It replied. “Sundrop, Sunny, but you can just call me Sun.”
“Well I’ve been assigned this area for my patrols. Is that alright? I won’t make a mess of things, just come in here and look around sometimes,” you said.
“Oh sure, sure, that is A-OK!” Sun replied, bouncing from one foot to the other. “Do you want to stay a while and play a game? We can play hide and seek, or tag, or maybe maybe we can make crafts!? I have popsicle sticks and felt!” the robot asked excitedly.
“Sorry, Sun, but I’d get in trouble if I played around on the job,” you said.
The animatronic’s shoulders drooped a bit, and his face tilted.
“But…but I can come visit on my breaks, ok?” you offered.
‘Oh oh, I’d like that! Yes yes, very much!” Sun replied.
“Ok, well, I’ll be back later then, watch over the daycare for me, alright?” you said.
Sun nodded frantically and put his hands together. “Of course! I aaaaalways do a good job, always always!”
You waved goodbye and headed out, intending to go to the atrium. You felt bad for the robot, he seemed lonely, being cooped up in the daycare all by himself. However, you remembered that there was another daycare character, as Jeff had said. You looked up at a poster, seeing Sun alongside a moon-themed robot.
The next few hours dragged on. You walked around, sat around, and went to the break room a few times to check the cameras. You ran into Jeff during a break room visit and sat down across from him.
“Boring huh?” he said.
“What?” you replied.
“The job. Not like we really do anything, right?” Jeff said. He took a sip of coffee.
“Well, it beats having to work really hard,” you said.
Jeff laughed. “So everything good in your areas?”
“Looks like it. No trespassers or anything out of place, as far as I can tell,” you answered.
Jeff nodded.
“I did meet that Sun guy in the daycare,” you continued.
“Oh…yeh, him. Don’t really like talking to him,” Jeff said, shaking his head.
“Why not? He seems nice,” you asked.
“Yeh, he’s reeeally nice, it’s creepy. His face freaks me out. More kids are scared of him and the other one than they’re scared of Freddy and his crew.” Jeff said.
“Well the lights were on, of course, so I didn’t see the other guy,” you said.
“He’s even worse,” Jeff laughed. “So creepy. And not very nice, at least not that I’ve seen.”
There was a roar of thunder from outside.
“Radio did say there was gonna be a storm,” Jeff said. “Spooky right? Being here at night while it storms?”
You shrugged. “Maybe…”
You stood and stretched. “Better get back to it.”
Jeff grunted a goodbye as you left for the daycare again.
This time you knocked on the doors before going in, though you weren’t sure why.
“Oooh, come in! Come in!” Sun’s voice answered.
You went inside, closing the doors behind you.
“You came back! And and you know there’s a slide you can take into the daycare, no need to use the doors!” he said.
“That’s alright,” you replied. “But yeh, I said I’d come back right?”
More thunder was heard, louder this time.
“Oh I hate storms!” Sun whined.
‘They’re not so bad, we need the rain,” you replied.
“The thunder and lightning always make me jump, and the kids don’t like them much. Plus, plus, the Sun can’t come out when it’s cloudy!” Sun said.
I’m sure it’ll be over soon, don’t worry.” you told him.
The lights flickered.
“No…no no no…” Sun said quietly.
“Oh yeh, the light thing. I’m sure it’ll be ok,” you tried to reassure him.
“NO!” he hollered. “If if the lights go out, HE’LL come out! And we can NOT have that! And you’re new here, not good not good, he hates new people…” Sun whimpered.
He hated new people? You couldn’t think of a reason why a children’s robot would hate anyone. “The lights will stay on, I’m sure, it was just a flicker,” you said.
However, it was as if you jinxed it, as the lights went out, plunging the room into darkness.
“It’s ok! I’ll get out my flash-”
“No,” Sun whispered.
‘What?” you asked.
“Run,” Sun said in a very serious voice. “Just, run.”