The Daycare Shift

Customer Service

"Meet me in the Daycare, Gregory. I have an idea to get you out of here!" Freddy called through the Faz-Watch. After pausing to think for a second, Gregory snatched the freshly printed Daycare pass from the ticket machine and checked his map.
"YOU ARE HERE" was displayed above a blinking dot on the map, located at the back of customer service. Gregory carefully scanned his eyes across the floor plan to find the Daycare. Bingo. Found it.
"Oh crap, the stupid Daycare is on the other side of the building." Gregory muttered angrily under his breath. With all the animatronics and Vanessa looking for him, it was far too dangerous to be wandering through the entire Pizzaplex alone. Gregory wisely exhibited caution, as he peeked his head around the corner of the door to plan his route to the Daycare, trying to avoid all the security bots patrolling the area. If he sneaked around the left- no. There was too many bots there. He took the right side instead.

He slowly tip-toed around the corner and sneakily avoided all the patrol bots. As he crawled his way around the guards, he caught sight of an animatronic on the other side of the room. It was Chica. As per usual, she was stuffing her face with garbage and mouldy trash pizza. Gregory paused for a second, watching in awe as she demolished a pile of rotten food and old trash. He knew he needed to reassess his plan. His mind was flooded with thoughts of Chica stuffing his empty skinsuit with an endoskeleton from Parts & Services. The thoughts of a potential 'Scooping Room' were more than unsettling.
"Stay calm, stay calm." Gregory told himself in his head, "If I'm quiet, I can easily run past without alerting anybody."
His Faz-Watch rang again. It was Freddy.
"Where are you superstar? I'm waiting for you outside the Daycare!" Gregory scrambled to mute the call or attempt to at least muffle the sound, but to no avail. Chica's head quickly turned in his direction. Her goofy eyes whirling around, looking for the source of the noise.

"Greeeeegoryyyyy..." Chica called in a high-pitched, but robotic voice, "Your family is looking for you!" Gregory started to panic. The thought of her brutally scooping out his organs and turning him into a rotting, stinking cyborg was utterly terrifying. He had to find a way past. Maybe he could find a distraction and make her leave. He looked around for an idea. Nothing. Chica drew closer and closer, ready to attack. The Faz-Watch continued to ring out, and Gregory had an idea. He took the watch off and threw it as hard as he could away from him. The noise continued to play loud and clear, and Chica made her way to the watch. Gregory immediately realised his mistake. His communications had been cut, and his map could no longer be used. In a sense, he was lost.