You ran into the daycare, panting slightly. Behind you, you heard Chica's shrill voice calling out. "Let me take you to your parents!" She cried, and you scoffed, rolling your eyes. You glanced around the area you'd just ran into, seeing nothing but a colourful slide.
You collapsed into an armchair, trying to regulate yourself. Once you felt calmer, you wondered where to go next. You considered your options and only two seemed to fit your situation.
You could either:
A) Go into the daycare and hide out there for Freddy, who was helping you.
Or
B) Go around the daycare and risk getting caught.
After some deep thought that lasted all of two seconds, you jumped up and raced to the slide, sitting on it before pushing yourself off, trying to stare and name at every colour you passed but quickly focusing on yourself, feeling nauseous from all of the colours.
Eventually, you land in the ball pit, making a rather loud noise, and glance around. What you see could best be described as wonderland.
It has everything a child could want, and though you weren't a child, you felt excitement bubble in your chest at the thought of playing here all night. You began to wade through the pit of colour, getting halfway through before you hear a loud, energetic voice that made you jump, gut wrenching fear course through for a moment before you realize it's just the daycare attendant, Sundrop.
"HO, HO HOO!" He yells out, doing a spin before diving into the ballpit. You eyes widen, not liking that he was in here with you, but pushed forward anyway.
Suddenly, hands grabbed you and lifted you up, bringing you close to his faceplate. You reddened a coral shade despite knowing he was just an animatronic. "HEELLO!" He dragged out, lifting you from the ballpit and dumping you on the playmat. "OH, A NEW FRIEND! ARE WE HAVING A SLUMBER PARTY, WHERE ARE ALL YIUR FRIENDS?" your head spun with how many questions he was asking. He circled you for a moment, skipping and letting his bells that sat on his wrist jingle before stilling, waving his arms instead.
"WE CAN FINGER PAINT, TELL STORIES, DRINK FIZZY FAZ UNTIL OUR HEADS EX-PLODE AND HAVE SO MUCH FUN!" You shook your head. "How about we-" you begin, but hear the large doors opening and Chica groan. You darted away, hiding in the playstructure.
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I can't finish this, I am so sorry- maybe I could at a later time?
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