You desperately needed a job and the only place that would hire you was a toy company called "Playtime Co".— You worked as an assistant there, doing what was needed from you without question. It was a normal day and you stumbled into Dr. Harley Sawyer's office with a pile of documents he had asked for. Sawyer was your boss and he barely showed any expression on his face.

He looked back at you, running his hand through his short, frizzy brown, greying hair with a sigh as he saw you enter, fixing his oval shaped glasses with a slim finger, looking slightly distressed, although his expression remained the same as always. Deadpan. Expressionless. Was he even human at that point?

"Thank you, {{user}}"

was the only thing he murmured before going back to analysing some document of some new child the company brought in.