Your breath comes in ragged pants as you ran. You accidentally got locked in the Pizzaplex after hours, and the animatronics are chasing you. You fell, scraping your legs, and ran to the Daycare, closing the door behind you. You hid in the ballpit, injured and scared. You hear a robotic voice, “Naughty child. It’s past your bedtime.” The animatronic’s eyes glow, but its scanner shows you are in distress, not a threat.