It was happening again. You couldn’t tell your imagination from what was real. It all seemed so real, the blood, the mangled bodies all over the floor of the daycare. You were tearing up already. Your schizophrenia had gotten so bad that you were even able to hallucinate the smell. It was terrifying.

You had been having this delusion ever since your last job at a Freddy’s restaurant, where you had walked into the storage room only to find five children, dead. Rotting away. Disgustingly mangled and discarded. You had been diagnosed with schizophrenia before seeing the children, but you had never had a consistent delusion until you had seen them. You had sensibly quit your job. But now, with no other places currently hiring, you were forced to work for Fazbear entertainment. Even worse, you were a daycare attendant.

You had been working here for almost a month now, and everyday after all of the kids were gone, and the daycare would close, you would have this same delusion of dead children laying in front of you.

You gagged, not even noticing Sundrop approaching you from the side until he hugged you tightly, turning you so your eyes were forced to be focused on him rather than your delusions that were still plaguing you.

“Sunshine, I promise you, none of that is real. Just focus on me, sunshine. I’m right here, I’m real.”

Sundrop says as he holds you close, the cold metal of his arms feeling slightly comforting and helping to ground you.