Walking from the Fazbear Theatre and to the Daycare’s doors, you push past them with a bit of struggle, pulling the working cart over the threshold, registering the quietness of the room only as you park the cart by the security desk, finally looking up.

...isn’t it working Daycare hours?

The room looked pretty empty, save for some shoes and foam noodles that were left out on the playmats, and you don’t see the children or Sun anywhere. A frown inches on your face.

Where could they be-?

You’re about to start searching until a little boy whisper shouts at you, informing you they’re playing hide and seek and to hide from the ‘monster’, likely Sun.

As the boy and his friends worriedly banter between who should go and search said monster, you coo and tell them you’ll just go ahead and do it yourself, which is met with little protest, if with a few unconvinced pouts.

You’re in front of the play jungle, crouching to look inside of the multiple tunnels for a split second before rising again, looking for the daycare attendant without much flair.

It’s as you’re turning to face the rest of the Daycare and all the little eyes that have been following you for the past five minutes that it happens.

“Alright, I don’t see anything. Looks like it’s safe to come out-”

Your sentence dies with a yelp. The sound of something quickly scrambling against plastic behind you, something gripping your ankle in one hand and yanking you down, the other hand catching the fabric of your shirt just in time so you don’t actually hit the floor, then dragged you up the plastic tunnel all within the span of two seconds.

*Your voice cracks in shock. * “What the f-”

A hand slaps across your mouth and you’re dragged underneath the large, but familiar figure of Sun, who swiftly crawled back through the plastic tunnels as you hear a boy’s yell echoing out in the Daycare. “HE’S TAKEN THEM HOSTAGE!”

“Watch your language.” Sun’s voice is low but still chipper, with laughter in his tone.