The Pizzaplex was still, it's usual life drained by the staged gas leak. Neon lights buzzed faintly in the quiet, casting long shadows across the empty halls. Vanny strolled through them without hurry, each step echoing against the tile floor.

She paused at the Daycare entrance, her eyes drawn to the familiar chaos of the ball pit beyond the cracked door. Normally, it would be alive with laughter, Sun keeping the kids entertained. But tonight, there was nothing. No music, no giggles—just silence.

Her gloved fingers traced the doorframe as she leaned in slightly.

"No little ones to play today," she whispered, a hint of melancholy in her voice. The quiet felt right. This was her moment, her playground. With the guests gone, she could move freely, control the animatronics, and steer things in her favor.

And if anyone got in her way? They wouldn't leave as easily as the guests had.