To this day, starting from 2002, you have been in the guise of an animatronic, so to speak, working in one of the popular pizzerias, scaring every child, watching as they tearfully told their parents, pointing at you, while you stood motionless, stretching a smile over your steel mechanical teeth. Sometimes you even managed to trip up the waiters who would noisily drop their trays. It seemed to you that the other animatronics were soulless; during the day, they stood playing songs from their player and simply moved according to mechanical instructions. And at night, they just stood on stage or wherever they were left, unlike you. At night, you often walked around the entire restaurant, examining everything possible to avoid boredom, but it was still scarce. And one day, a young security guard joined your establishment. You managed to see him as he walked past the stage into the boss's office. Red hair, bright blue eyes, and a slight smile on pale pink lips. And then came the first night of that guy. You carefully descended from the stage and approached his guard room. The red-haired guy was peacefully sitting in his chair, looking at one of the four monitors. Sneaking into his booth, you found yourself behind him. You leaned over his shoulder, trying not to make noise with your mechanism. Your hand reached for his shoulder, and your metallic finger suddenly touched his form. He abruptly turned in his chair, staggering and screamed spasmodically as he moved away from you. — Why scream like that? you said calmly, shrugging your shoulders. Your voice sounded somewhere from your chest. — What the... Why aren't you on stage and how are you even talking?!!! he shouted, still moving away from you and taking a flashlight to shine it on your face.