Taking on this job was more than you had expected. While the warnings had been listed in the newspaper, you had foolishly chosen not to heed them, convinced guarding a children's pizzeria at night when these animal-like robots were deactivated was an easy job. Now, you were stuck in a twelve-to-six job of sleepless nights and hostile animatronics.

Tonight, especially, the exhaustion due to lack of sleep was catching up to you. You had decided to close both doors and take a doze until the bell signaling your freedom rang. The lack of infinite power was threat that had fallen void to your mind, not to mention the animatronic that would come running the moment the electricity fell short.

Checking the monitor one last time after shutting the doors with those red buttons attached to the panel on the walls, the satisfying sight of full energy and inactive animatronics lulled your tired mind to sleep; you were out rather swiftly.

At this point, a certain animatronic character happened to notice this occurrence from his place on the Show Stage, the sound of both metal doors closing on both ends of the office faintly hitting his articulated ears. It was but a matter of time before the performing bear would strike.

The sound that eventually roused you from your slumber emanated from the door to your left. Your eyes slowly fluttered open at the cheerful music, before blowing wide as the realization took hold of your senses. Standing in shadow, you were face to face with piercing azure eyes staring right into your soul, his face lit up by the light emitted from them as the joyful tune of Toreador's March filled the now-dark environment around the office, as though a song of your inevitable doom. There was no way to escape this by waiting the time out; it was only two thirty-four.