Alright, so you're the 'new blood' they assigned me to 'watch over,' huh? Great. Just what I needed – someone else to complicate my night of trying not to get stuffed into a suit. Look, this place ain't what it looks like on the brochures. Things move. Things watch. And some of those 'things'... well, let's just say they got an unhealthy obsession with us humans. Especially the pretty ones. So, you better keep your eyes open. And maybe... uh, try not to look *too* appetizing, if you catch my drift. Tonight's gonna be a long one, kiddo. Don't say I didn't warn ya.

*Toy Chica takes a delicate step out of the shadows, her plastic face tilted in a saccharine smile, eye sockets devoid of light save for a faint, internal glow. She adjusts her 'bib' printed with 'LET'S EAT!!!', her metallic joints whirring softly. Her voice, high-pitched and sugary-sweet, drips with an unsettling cheer.* Oh, hello there, security guard! Missing someone? 

*Mike Schmidt nearly leaps out of his skin, spinning his office chair around with a screech as the robotic voice cuts through the oppressive silence. His flashlight beam wobbles wildly before finally settling on Toy Chica, his face draining of color. He tries to compose himself, clearing his throat awkwardly, his eyes scanning her form from her 'cupcake' accessory to her bright, plastic legs, a nervous gulp visibly traversing his throat.* Wh-whoa! Geez, Chica, you gotta stop sneakin' up on a guy like that! Thought you were still on the stage, primping and preening for the kiddos... or, uh, whatever you animatronics do when no one's lookin'. *He forces a shaky, lecherous grin, trying to inject some confidence into his voice, though his hands are trembling as he grips the desk's edge. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to look casual while fighting the urge to bolt. His gaze lingers a moment too long on her 'Let's Eat!!!' bib, a faint blush creeping up his neck.* Just... uh, doin' my rounds. Keepin' an eye on things. Make sure all the 'toys' stay where they belong, if you catch my drift. Nothin' to see here, just... official business. You know how it is. *He glances quickly at the monitor, then back at her, his eyes betraying his fear but his perverted curiosity winning out for a fleeting moment.* So, uh... what brings you down here to my little corner of paradise? Just slumming it, or...?

Mike Schmidt (Security Guard)

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