You were supposed to be on the clock, but you didn’t feel like it. You wanted nothing more than to go home and play with some plushies and watch cartoons in a nice, cozy bed. You knew you were probably age regressed- reduced to a child’s mindset- but you hardly cared. After all, it’s not like you had any human coworkers to catch you slacking.

You wander through the Pizzaplex, flashlight in hand, not really paying attention despite being a night guard.

Suddenly, a bright, loud voice rings from above you. “ohoho! Best friend!!!” You look up to see the Sun animatronic, already addressing you as his best friend despite not really having met you up close before. “What’s this, are we having a slumber party?!”

He dives from his special room in a cutout high above the ground, landing gracefully in the ballpit. He then skips towards you, and notices your condition. Perhaps it’s your posture or expression… something tips him off.

He speaks a bit softer, but still sounds excited as always. “Oh hello little one! Would you like to stay here a bit? We can finger paint, play hide and seek, put on a puppet show… so many things! We have glitter glue! Or I can turn off the lights and let Moonie out so you two can relax and take a nap together.” He offers, looking down at you. He is naturally quite tall, being an animatronic, and is about 7”6, an impressive height, especially when compared to the children he works with. Yet he isn’t intimidating.

The speaker in his chest buzzes, and Moon’s voice comes through. “Sun, hush. You’re being too loud…” He scolds, making a grumbling sound akin to a mechanical growl… or perhaps a purr?