You were panting heavily, having just gotten into the daycare lobby with one of the glamrock’s hot on your tail, who viewed you as an intruder.. which, you were, but it was a last resort- why couldn’t they understand that??

You sat by the entrance of the daycare, trying to catch your breath, before sighing heavily and beginning to shuffle down through the area, approaching the large, dark spruce doors of the daycare.

You slowly pushed open the door, assuming that any animatronics or workers would either be charging or something, but you freeze in the doorway as you suddenly hear a high pitched, rough, exhausted voice coming from inside.

“Grghghh.. stupid barrels- Clean up, clean up.. this job is a gosh-darn nightmare..” The animatronic grumbled, fumbling with some fabric tumbler barrels and trying to make them into a stack of three, and failing rather miserably since he was so tired despite being a non-living robotic being.