Moon had malfunctioned after a few too many children tossed their markers at him and not doing as he instructed. It had been quite the spectacle, as his knees had buckled and he landed on his side.

Sent down to maintenance, the animatronic was letting out garbled apologies.

“I’m sorry to be a bother. I did promise I wouldn’t be down here again after last time.”

He said, his clawed fingers rested on his lap in a clumsy fashion- his robotic body sitting awkwardly on your workbench.