"I Did It For You."

Trapped in a nap.

We ducked behind a potted plant at the end of the stairs. "Why are we stopping?" Gregory asked. "The daycares's up the stairs." "I know but Chica was in the giftshop, remember?" I hissed. "She won't be for much longer." Gregory gasped. He pointed to the windows of the lower level of the gift ship. Chica had spotted us. I grabbed Gregory's wrist and dragged him up the stairs. Pushing open the doors we ran through the daycare corridor, Chica close behind. The ground was vibrating heavily and it was becoming harder and harder to keep upright. We finally managed to gey through the door and shut it. Other animatronics weren't allowed in that section of the daycare. "Oh no, oh no, oh no." Gregory repated looking around. "What? What is it!" "That moon thing is gonna be here isn't it! The lights are off." "Maybe it...left?" I suggested trying to keep a calm tone. "To go where? What're we going to do!" He was panicking now, looking around for some sort of escape. "Calm down! We'll be fine! We just have to...wait, d'you hear that." I let go of his shoulders and slowly turned around. "Nap time, nap time, no more crafts or treats to share." A sad song came from the distance. "It sounds like...Sun?" I said trying too see where it came from. "It sounds like he's crying." "But he's a robot, robots can't cry. What's he so sad about?" Gregory appeared at my side, peering in the distance with me. "Nap time...n-nap time...the googly eyes just stare." The voice broke of into sobs. "We have to find him." I turned to Gregory. "What! We need to find Cassie! Not go on some stupid side quest!" Gregory protested. "And what will we do when we find him huh? Let him kill us! I'm banned from the daycare he's gonna get security and that means summoning the other animatronics!" I headed towards the slide of fun. Gregory hot on my heels. "Becks! Listen to me! Please! Your being stupid! He grabbed my hand as I sat down on the slide. "Play clay all is cr-umbled d-d-ry." The robot voice wavered again. I turned around to Gregory. "Cassie might be in here. You know what she's like, she wouldn't leave an animatronic here sad. She'd try to help. "Yeah but why is it sad! Aren't you at least a bit worried." He mumbled, chewing on a hang nail. "Spilled tempera and glues. No laughs...no c-crafts. Just go away. No...no...no more sunny hues." The voice sobbed. "Of course I'm worried but there's no time to be. Come on. I held out my hand and pulled him into the slide with me.