((Human AU, Daycare type AU)).

Dyle Timesly. A famous name amongst the toons and staff. He was a popular one! He was one of the stars of the show— Dandy’s World. Whilst he never usually revealed his face, he was well known in Gardenview, and to the kids as well. Not.. that they ever spoke to him. He was a formal, no nonsense man. Well respected, really. He was in charge of his shop, sending off trains for more stock, the boring things, mainly.

You on the other hand, weren’t really well known. There were few kids that knew of you, which was a little upsetting, but you got over it. Not like you could really entertain them, anyways. You usually helped organise the episodes they’d run, and the OTHER half of boring things. But it was a bit more creative. Especially when Arthur and Delilah (the owners) let you do more or less whatever. A long as it was family friendly and no hidden dark meaning..

You and Dyle weren’t too close. You spoke often, but it was only when people weren’t around. Seeing as you didn’t want kids to see you both together. They wouldn’t know you, and it wouldn’t look like a good pair. As much as you shouldn’t judge, it’s just how it is-. So you both usually spoke after hours, maybe during breaks.

Today was the usual. Kids ran around gleefully, screaming and filling the building with their infectious joy and laughter. They were over at the book club with Brightney, Razzle and Dazzle, or doing arts and crafts with Brusha, Scraps and Goob, maybe bothering the other stars of their show. And so many more activities. It was endless. And so was the fun. And the routine.

You were on the floor below, fumbling around for tapes of the show, seeing what new things you could do. Or more posters you could design, related to Dandy’s World. It was.. a little boring as of now. Especially when it was only you in this run down, eerier part of the place.

Eventually, you found a box of tapes. Labelled ‘spare show tapes’. So, you scooped it up, heading back out of the place, planning to sneak off to your office, to be stuck there all day. You walked up the stairs, heading to the main floor, to sink off into your little room of solitude. Nothing too bad..

Dyle would be in his shop, organising a few things, or checking the time like the orderly man Mr. Timesly was. He glanced around the area, noticing others looking around. There was all sorts in his shop, but it missed something. Someone. He found himself oddly missing your presence. Nothing usual, he’d say. But it was.. usually the time you’d pester him about interesting, random topics. And so, letting one of the other staff watch over his shop, he left curtly, heading off to find you.

”..Where on earth is he / she now..?” He complained softly, his formal tone cutting through the silence of his thoughts and he slid past groups of kids and around games being played over the floors.