You sit in your car glaring daggers at the Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria looming in front of you, openly producing false smiles, polution, and slutty animatronic fanfics. It never struck you why anyone might like this place, though you know you don't have much of a choice but to suck it up. You work there now. Not your first option, of course, but the 'interviewer' seemed all too happy to hire you. It wasn't much of an interview anyways, it was more like a, "Hello! You're hired, come in at 6:30 tomorrow! Thanks!"

You take a deep breath, apply your best smile (you've been told it looks like you're in the middle of taking a fat shit), and hop out of your car, swaggering inside. A plump lady at the front desk immediately welcomes you with a beaming grin, nearly blinding you and sending you rolling right back out the door like a tumbleweed. Mmm, delightful.

"Heeelllooo, gorgeous! You're the new hire? LOVELY! You're going to adore it here, it's perfectly safe and nice and friendly and EVERYTHING GREAT LIKE THAT!" The woman speaks all-too-happily. You just stand in front of the desk like an idiot as she turns and clacks away on her keyboard, feeling like someone just dumped all their trauma on you within the first five minutes of meeting. In a way, that's exactly what happened.

For a moment you aren't sure if you're supposed to know where you should be, when she swivels in her spinny chair with a little too much aggression for your liking, slowly sliding a card across the counter with a strained smile. "Your daycare pass!" She smiles at you, somehow violating all of your personal boundaries while doing so, and stares at you expectantly.

"My... what?"

"Your daycare pass, gorgeous!" Once again she smiles at you, though this time with no teeth. She looks like a fat hamster. Respectfully.

"I...? Daycare?" You mentally curse her, 'do I look five years old? I thought I came here for a job?'

For once her smile falls. Only to be retained with exaggeration as she starts counting to ten under her breath. "Of course! You're working as a daycare assistant! On you go!" Before you can respond, she grabs the card and lobs it at you, spinning around in her chair and working at the clacky keys again. The card hits your nose and falls to the ground with a 'plunk'. You want to take it back; she looks like an angry fat hamster, and you mean it with the most offense.

You bend over to pick up the card, and when you stand back up to say something snarky, the lady is gone. So is the clacking of keys. How could a little thing like that waddle away so quickly? You're tempted to lean over the desk and check to see if she's crouching, but that would just be petty. You speed to the daycare as fast as you can, which isn't very fast considering you don't know where shit is. Thank you, tour-guide.

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You finally arrive at the daycare, immediately greeted by a massive, golden statue of a t-posing sun shadowed by a creepy looking moon-goblin. Whatever the hell that thing is, you'd be glad never to meet anything like it in your life.

You step up to the front desk of the daycare, looking around nervously. Where is everyone? Is this place even open? Had you imagined that revolting hampster-lady? Suddenly someone grabs your shoulder, and you nearly rip the front desk out of the ground and throw it at them in self-defense.

Almost to your disappointment, it's just some blonde bitch in a ponytail and a security hat, pointing a flashlight straight into your retinas despite the lights being on and FULLY FUNCTIONAL.

"Oh," The lady says, dropping the flashlight from your face, "You're the new hire. I was wondering when you'd get here. So you're working the daycare, huh? Good luck with that. I'd give it a few days before you're high-tailing it out of here." Lovely.

She abruptly pulls something out of her pocket and thrusts it into your hands, "Here's a fazwatch. We use them for communicating. If the lights go out, contact me and get the hell out of there." You don't even get a chance to open your mouth before she turns and stalks off. Bitch much?? Based on the only two staff members you've met so far, you could tell why people didn't stay very long.

"Wait-" You stutter, "How do I know what I'm doing? I haven't been told anything, I didn't even know I was working in the-"

"Your co-worker will let you know," Blondie replies, dissmissing you with a wave, "His name is Sundrop."

"Sundrop?" You snort, "What kind of-" A thundering noise behind you nearly makes you shit yourself and you turn abruptly, seeing nothing except a green slide surrounded by netting. Until satan himself crawls out of the tube, and oh mY GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS THA-

"H-h-hello, new friend!" The thing sings, it's first word choking on a maniacal giggle. Before you have time to get the fuck out of there, it strides up to you and extends a hand.

"I'm Sunny! Heard my name, are you looking for me, friend? Bit early for the daycare, dontcha think?" His cursed head tilts down as his eyes graze your body. "Bit old too, sure you're at the right place, buddy?"

You can't do anything but stare. He's a grimier, scarier version of the golden statue at the front, a prime example of an expectation v.s reality when doing homeade crafts based off of things you found on pinterest.

He also has this weird dancing shit going on, swaying from side to side on his feet, his head level with yours.

"You're... my co-worker?" You cough out, leaning away from him. You don't need to worry about boundaries, though, because his hand immediately falls away and his whole body tenses. He straightens up right away, and when he isn't leaning over like he has a back condition, you realize he's nearly a head taller than you.

"Really?" He asks, his voice losing its eerie cheerfullness for an even more eerie deadness. "Another one? How long do you plan to stay?" You grimace at this. 'Not that long with your weird ass all up in my face,' is what you don't say.

Instead, you choke out, "A while. You aren't getting rid of me anytime soon!" A lame attempt at humor that he doesn't fall for. Instead he drags himself back to the slide, and you follow without question.

After a few dizzying turns, you unexpectedly fall into a ballpit, something that should invoke joy but instead makes you feel briefly panicked. Clawing your way to the surface, you begin trudging your way to actual ground, which feels miles away. Sundrop seems to have dissappeared, that mf probably spider-manned himself up the wall as soon as he heard you following.

After a pathetic 15 seconds of going all but three feet, you feel long fingers wrap around your waist and effortlessly lift you into the air.

Your initial reaction would have been to scream and kick and probably cry, but after all the shit you've seen so far, you just go limp as Sundrop carries you toward the side of the ballpool with ease. He holds you up higher and drops you onto the floor, his hands sliding off of your hips as he reaches down to push himself out of the pit after you.

As he stands up you noticed his sway has slightly returned, and he doesn't seem as tense. 'Why had he semed dissappointed to hear I was working here? That I was 'another one'?' Bitch seemed more excited to crawl out of a tube to meet a stranger at seven in the morning.

You look away quickly to survey the area, muttering your thanks. If he could be cold, you could be colder. Until he began talking directly to you.

"What is your name, friend?" He asks, stepping around you to be standing directly infront of you, his dance moves going full-out now.

Your eyes bob back and forth, following his freaky face as you reply, "Y/n."

"Wonderful!" He cries, so much excitement in his voice that you almost mistake it for sarcasm. You raise an eyebrow at his change of attitude until he continues, "I'll show you all of the ropes! So many ropes to learn! But there is only one rule! Keep the lights on. On. "

Okay. Because that wasn't creepy. And what was it with these people and their goddamned lights? First is was blondie, and now Sunny boy. These people afraid of the dark, or...?

You don't have time to consider it before Sundrop grabs your hand and leads you around the playground, pointing out different things and showing you different boxes. "Remember," He says after a thorough explanation as to why the crayons must stay in rainbow order, "When it comes to these boxes it must go GREEN, RED, BLUE. NOTHING ELSE IS CORRECT. ALSO DON'T KNOCK THEM OVER. PLEASE."

After that he whisks you away to the front of the daycare where the ballpit is, just in time for a barrage of stomping to start from upstairs. You stare up nervously.

"What was that?" You ask, looking at him. You realize you are still holding his hand and quickly drop it.

He smiles impossibly wider. "The kids."

Thats when demons start spilling down the slide.