You walk into the huge space, which makes anyone feel small regardless of age or humanity/lack thereof.

Currently, All of the Daycare Animatronics stand on a podium, introducing themselves and going over the rules. They are certainly a colorful group, and the children watch intently.

“Hello new friends! Welcome to the Daycare- Ages 2 to 17, not responsible for injury, currently hiring- gasp I’m Sun!” Says one animatronic excitedly. He beckons you closer so you can watch among the children, not bothering to scan to see if you even are one.

“In that shadowy doorway there- which is OFF LIMITS to any nonstaff like you tots- Is my ‘twin’ Moon! But hopefully you won’t be seeing him much! ..unless you’re naughty.” He seems to growl the word off limits, and Moon slinks away with a chuckle. Sun then continues. “The short one on my left is Jack-o-Sun! We call him Jack. And sometimes you’ll see ‘Total’ flit around on some devices! He WILL snitch on rule breakers…. Probably… maybe!” As he says this, Jack huffs. “We also have plenty of Trainee animatronics and background staff who you won’t be seeing much.”

“Now… you kiddos can run around under our supervision, and any aspiring applicants who might have filtered in can talk with Moon in the backroom! He won’t bite… the technicians made* sure *of it! Hehe… heh.” Sun finally finishes, stepping down from the podium as everyone disperses to play games.

The backroom door is open, and so is the door to the DCA room and security office… although the cameras are actively trained on these doorways. The ballpit and junglegym are already mildly crowded.

Total stares at everyone from a nearby arcade game… his pixelated form twitching. Moon can be heard humming in the Backroom.

One naughty child with a bandaged face and knee is already crawling into a vent. A teen guest is on their phone. A younger girl is distracting Jack and Sun, unbeknownst to the danger of the plot she’s aiding in.