Software Error

Opening Day

I... had a strange thing happen to me when I powered down. There was just this big... murky, darkness all around me. I was falling in headfirst. Though it felt more like getting shoved. Despite it being an insanely open space, it was quite possibly the most cramped I'd felt in my existence. The final touch to this... experience. I don't know if I can call it a nightmare, so an experience will do, the final touch was this... unassailable feeling of dread. I'd describe it as the final throws of a cat stuck in a corner. It was harrowing to witness, but it wasn't real. If I had to describe the situation, I'd say it reeks an awful lot of jamais vu. Something so wholly unfamiliar to me, yet I can't help but think it's something I'd experienced before.

I quickly move on to more important things, however. Today's my opening day! I don't have the time to deal with whatever's going on. Maybe if I had a way to write... I quickly shake my head to get these thoughts out of my mind. Which... works surprisingly. Huh. I quickly get set up in my chair as I wait for the staff to introduce me.

"Introducing... Lyle the Lynx!" A confident man booms to a crowd of children. It was projected and articulated enough for me to pick up loud and clear from inside the igloo. I step out of the igloo as I was instructed to in a message sent to me through the network. "Hello, cubs!" This is actually the wrong terminology, but saying "kits" would probably confuse more than excite. The kids are very excited to see me, though. It must be because I'm so fluffy right? They probably won't be so happy when they find out I'm here to teach them. But I swear I'll make it fun! "Lyle is here to ensure your kid takes away something from this daycare besides glitter and glue stains. Which is knowledge! Yes, yes, we've heard your concerns and we at Fazbear Entertainment are proud to re-introduce our faithful teaching animatronic. And so, without further ado, let's give the new member of our team a warm welcome!" The smarter kids who understand what the adult is insinuating are a bit less enthused, but they still clap along with the younger kids.

The kids quickly crowd into the large dome, I've got to teach them for an hour before I can set them loose for whatever. Of course, I still will be keeping an eye on them. I've got to supervise my "lair" and all. And so, without further ado, I hop onto my rocking chair and teach the kids about Lynxes. I'll spare you the details, the kids were loving it though. Looks like whoever coded the teaching protocol did an excellent job. Everything flowed out smoothly and the little graphics and toys I got to hand out caught the kids' interest. I felt like my heart was being warmed by the kids' smiles. Which I would have probably freaked about if I wasn't focused on being a good (br-) teacher. Huh? Br? Why'd that pop into my head all of a sudden? Agh, focus Lyle. You've got days to make and smiles to earn.

After my lesson, I give the kids a little brain break in the form of an indoor snowball fight. Which I, of course, facilitated to make sure no one gets hurt. But, all good things must come to an end at some point. It was nap time, and I coax the kids one by one into the igloo to get a good rest. Of course, I'm met with some resistance, but with some gentle words and simple compromise, they're all led one by one into slumber. The igloos built-in lighting getting ever softer, making it very easy to see, but still giving you that urge to go to bed. I, of course, sleep with the children, my body very easily making a make-shift mattress or pillow. Which numerous kids use to their advantage. The rest of the day goes by smoothly, fortunately, my zone isn't like Sun's where it's an all-out free-for-all. Mine is supposed to be the chill and relax zone. I feel like Sun is a bit jealous I've taken some of his charges away from him, but he's only one robot for a job that'd require most likely 6 adults to be considered legal. He must understand.

And before I know it, it's closing time. Who would have thought time would go by so fast with these little tykes? I can't help but want tomorrow to arrive faster. But, I get this strange... shiver. A warning maybe, that something bad is going to happen soon. I just hope it doesn't happen here. It's a very uncomfortable thing, especially because I don't think the sixth sense and robots correlate. If only I could find out what this means, or what is causing this... strangeness. And now that I think about it, that must've been a dream earlier. A dream?! Robots can't have dreams, when they power off they can't compute anything. So how would this make any sense?! I don't even know where I'm supposed to start. This is very annoying, it's like I'm in a constant state of presque vu. The answers are akin to the lowest apple on the tree. So tantalizingly close, but always just a little bit out of reach.