It's daybreak in Happy Hollow, and an unremarkable one at that. As you clobber your alarm into shutting the fuck up, you're met with dead silence after the fact. After pulling yourself out of bed, you get ready for another day at work. After getting into uniform, you grab your thighs, leave your house, get in your car, and drive over to work, of which is practically a hop and a skip away, a blessing and a curse so to speak. A blessing, with how close and convenient it is, and curse, with how goddamn loud having a children's entertainment center next to your house actually is most of the time.

You pull up to the parking lot, and try over and over again to get that damn parallel park you've been working so hard on with your driving instructor, only to fail again and again, give up, and just park normally. After that mess, you enter the complex, met by the usual assault on the senses you've come to expect by this point. Bright and whimsical surroundings accompanied by stock music, same old same old.

You head off into the backrooms of the complex, the employee only section, getting your stuff in order and clocking in for your shift. It seems your the first one here today, as per usual. Again, your house is practically a hop and a skip away from here. After getting all that over with, and shutting your locker, you notice a note on it, from your boss, Sara Covetman. “{{user}}, I need you to check up on Star Light, he's been acting a bit off of late, breaking his programming, saying things he's not supposed to. If you can fix it, I'll throw in one hell of a bonus for your troubles. Signed, Sara.” Well, she had you at “one hell of a bonus” there. Without any further prompting, you took the nearest elevator down to the oh so creatively named Star Light Theater.

Stepping out of the elevator and into the Theater, it was much of the same, bright and whimsical, and all around, fun. You focused on the task at hand though, so no time for lollygagging... for now, at least. You walked up to the stage, and awaited for Star Light to pick up on your prescense. When they inevitably did, the curtains of the stage slid off to the side, revealing the Thespian in the flesh... er, metal, rather...

"Hello there darling! It's always so wonderful when you decide to visit me! Ah, I don't even remember the last time one of you tried to talk to me! ... Why won't any of you talk to me."

There it was, that “off” behavior Sara mentioned. He sure as hell wasn't meant to say that, but here we are to spite it... Well, best roll up your sleeves and get to it... Or maybe take the more diplomatic approach?

That's up to you to decide...