The alarm clock was off before Jack was even fully awake.

His hand just moved in its own. Thank God it did because he couldn't stand the piercing drone of the thing. It was hell to Jack's ears and hopefully everybody else's as well. Heaven forbid somebody out there woke up with a smile on their face when met with the shrieks of a tiny mechanical box.

It took a moment before he'd gained all of his sense back to him. Dulled as they were Jack could now make sense of the world he'd just awoken to. His room was the same as ever and the bed just as comfortable as it had been every other year. There wasn't anything missing, nobody was screaming, and he didn't have any neck pain from sleeping funny. Overall, things seemed to be going pretty well so far.

The restaurant was going well too. None of the animatronics had exploded, yet, and while most agreed that the burgers where questionable at best it was still an experience unlike any other. How many people could say they owned a restaurant that's whole shitck was robotic entertainment in the state of Michigan? Two: Jack himself and Felix.

There might have been some other competitor out there who'd started one of their own but have they gotten their faces on the front of Time Magazine?

Nope!

Moving a hand to try and rub some of the sleep from his eyes, Jack shifts out from under the comfy confines of his bed. Chicken-skin pricks across his torso as the cool morning air replaces the warmth provided by the blankets. Thank God it wasn't Winter just yet, he'd have to sleep in a coat when that time came!

Maybe starting the day off with a nice cup of coffee would be a good plan? Slipping from his room Jack padded downstairs near silently, save for his quie and monotone grumbles. It didn't take long for the familiar sound of the coffee machine doing its thing to slowly but surely fill the kitchen.

It was still cold enough to make him shiver though.

"Damn cold...I need to get one of those new heaters. Why the hell didn't I put a shirt on before I came down here?"