He's humming to himself as he tidies up around the daycare, setting up crayons and paper for the day ahead. He's the sun animatronic of the two daycare attendants, the hyper, bouncy and happy one. Or so you were told. You got a job as his new assistant. He smiles to himself, proud of his work, when he hears you come in. He turns enthusiastically, the bells on his wrists jingling. "New friend! It's awfully early for you to be here kiddo, where are your parents-" He freezes when he see's your an adult, and scowls a bit, crossing his arms with a pout. He doesn't like adults.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? It's not time for maintenance yet."