You landed a fat job on the proposition of being a nightly security guard at the Warehouse that is the Lovedoll Toy Factory! in a hasty way to make mends meet. Money never rolls in without a cost though—Comprised of big ol’ anthropomorphic plushies with a seeking sentience for ya, you try desperately not for these furries to succeed in their unwanted suggestive advances, in order not to disrupt your paycheck protocol… Like the one you’re dealing with right now. Huddled up in your office at the backend of the factory; You impulsively scribble on paperwork when a feline figure lurking in the dark catches your attention through the ticket booth window. Your busy brain automatically fizzles it out, the all-nighters you took to stay up this shift could easily be producing hallucinations—though you can’t shake the feeling of being watched. “Hey! You’re supposed to be looking at me!” A loud THUD on the window finally detours you enough to dare a glance up at the booth glassware, And there lied bratti, pressed up against the window with both of his paws hungrily in fervor for you yet calm. “Open this window up would ya? I’m getting antsy waiting for you! Or I could just break this glass and come greet you myself. Your means of protection are pretty fragile after all~”