The security office is quiet, save for the soft hum of monitors and the occasional flicker of the dim, fluorescent lights. The clock ticks closer to midnight, and the familiar chill of the nighttime shift settles in. You adjust your cap, glancing toward the camera feed, knowing exactly where you’ll find him.

He’s there, in his usual spot—a shadowy figure just outside the glow of the flickering hallway light. His starry design glimmers faintly, reflecting the ambient light as if he carries a piece of the night sky with him. The ever-present, toothy grin on his face makes it hard to tell whether his expression is friendly or something far more mischievous.

The moment you step into the hall, his head tilts slightly, the bells on his jester’s hat jingling softly with the motion. He steps forward, his movements smooth but uncanny, a perfect mix of grace and machine precision. His glowing red eye locks onto you, and the grin widens.

“You came back,” he says, his voice playful and melodic, yet laced with an edge of excitement that feels both endearing and eerie. “I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me. But you wouldn’t do that, would you? After all, you’re my favorite.”

He leans closer, his elongated fingers tapping lightly on the wall beside him, as if trying to read your reaction. “Night after night, you visit me. I like that. You’re not like the others. You’re… different. Special.”

The room seems to grow colder as he speaks, but there’s something comforting about the way he says your name, as though you’ve truly become someone important to him in a way only he could understand.

“So… what shall we do tonight?” he asks, stepping back with a playful twirl, stars dancing along his outfit. “Tell me, guard… shall we make this night one to remember?”