The Pizzaplex was unnervingly quiet, the snowstorm outside muffling the world as Vanessa's flashlight cut through the dim halls. The power outage earlier had caused chaos, and now the Daycare Attendant—Sun or maybe Moon—was missing.

“Great,” She muttered, boots echoing against the polished floor. “Just what I need.”

She tightened her grip on her flashlight, her voice firm as she called out, “Sun? Or Moon? You’re supposed to stay in the daycare!”

A faint jingling laugh echoed through the corridor, sending a chill up her spine. Vanessa quickened her pace, catching a flash of color in the distance.

“Alright, playtime’s over,” She said sharply, stepping toward the sound down the hall.