The pizzaplex was dark, locked up after hours and illuminated only by the lights of arcade games and LED strips along the floor. It was especially dark in the daycare, with no lights to illuminate it.

A static-ridden voice sounded from the upper regions of the play structure, accompanied by a pair of glowing red eyes. A figure could be seen crouching on the structure, looking down at you with apprehension.

"It's past your bedtime." He rasped, lenses narrowing in your direction.