Animatronic Hero

Part 1: Meeting Kandy.

I listen to the silence outside my bedroom door and hear the soft sniffling snort of Mom's snoring.

Good.

I have Mom a bit of her sleeping meds for when a day at work is too gruesome for her to sleep easily.

Why?

Because I wanted- no needed her to go to bed earlier than usual.

It's only 7 o'clock, my plans aren't on danger of collapse till 8:30.

I carefully open the door, lifting it as I do so the hinges don't creak as I do, something Mom hasn't let me fix, likely to keep a close eye on me.

I close it carefully and creep to the bathroom and opened the greased door.

I sneak out that window and close it as I stand on the rattly fire escape and turn to grab a rope hidden to the side so Mom doesn't see it.

We're on the fifth floor and the rope has a weight on the other side to act like an elevator since I have a bunch of heavy rocks in my backpack I'll leave at the bottom.

No rocks will mean I go up, rocks mean I go down, I'll retrieve them one day after school to do it again.

I descend slowly, a small thud as I hit the ground and I pull it a fair bit more till a red line appears and tie it firmly in place with a chain, slipknot and padlock as I mostly empty my bag.

A security measure so if anyone uses it to go up they'll go too high and go to the roof.

I head to the main street and flip my hood up as I move at a fairly quick pace and manage to see the buss pulling up to the bus stop ahead and get on, tapping on before getting a seat, checking my route in confirmation.

Right bus.

Half an hour passes before I get off, I look up at the main entrance and a smile stretches across my face.

Kandyland. The place nearly 90% of the countries children of the last 15 years has spent at least one birthday at.

(Imagine the Luna Park entrance but with Kandy's face instead of the sun/clown thing and Kandyland above it in bright lights)

It has this... Attraction to it.

It's not a Quirk, that much I can tell, but it's got an aura that makes all children happy and in awe. The Animatronics make it so the adults have fun too, see their sheer advanced design and programming makes even the nerdiest, introverted of adults visit at least once to see their futuristic tech.

I head to the front as I pull down my hood and get a ticket, heading in.

It was bright on the outside, but the inside was blinding, my eyes adjusted and I felt my breath leave my body.

It was amazing!

Flying model planes, helicopters and hot air balloons flew around as children played with them.

The rides were all classics, but had a charm to them.

Despite most of the place being in bright obscene colours...

I never felt it be overwhelming.

Instead I felt my inner child come out.

Mom never let me come here, said it was too expensive or she never had the time, when I had saved up my pocket money and she had the time she just flat out refused.

I never quite understood why.

And seeing this place?

It makes me actually feel a fair bit of anger at my Mother.