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The rest of his money had gone toward strings of fairy lights and a few small lamps-- just to be extra extra extra sure that his place stays bright and safe when he has company over. He spent all of last night organizing and re-organizing his room, setting out art stations and placing lights wherever he could to chase away every little shadow. Things have to be perfect for Mikey! Just perfect!

“Heeere we are!” Sun trills, tossing open the door to their housing with a flourish. They’ve been even more energetic than usual the entire way over, skipping backwards to chatter endlessly with Mikey as they led him through WayPoint. It doesn’t seem like anything could put a damper on the Daycare Attendant’s sunny mood!

...except, perhaps, for the sight that greets them through the open door.

“Ahahha...hoo. I-- didn’t know anyone else was home!”

On a couch of the communal living room sits a young boy, and it’s not the one Sun wants to see right now. 

Voice suddenly sounding a little strained, the animatronic offers introductions, stepping to the side to allow Mikey to enter.

“Mikey, this is Gregory! He... still lives here, apparently! Gregory, this is my friend, Mikey. We were just... goingtogohavefuninmyroomokaybye!!”

he walks right into the back of his quarry.

❝ ahhhhhahaha.... s-sorry about that! um... ❞ oh gods morgan, think of something to say! ❝ i didn’t hurt you or a-anything, did i? ❞

some tactician he is! can’t even keep his composure when his back is against the wall... or, he thinks grimly, no longer against the wall.

being dragged to an unfamiliar place is a little scary for gregory. he had never experienced something like this - only ever sneaking his way into places such as the pizzaplex during operating hours to have some fun to himself. but the thing with the pizzaplex was-- at least that place felt familiar to him. he knew the nooks and cranny’s, knew how to sneak into different rooms and how to get by.

this place was new to him. he couldn’t sneak around as much as he wanted to - the only thing that he knew was that he was assigned a home. a place to stay, off the streets this time. it was a welcome change, to say the least! at least he’d have a bed this time around.

it takes him a while to find it. a lot longer than he wanted to admit, and he wasn’t too keen on asking for help, even as strangers approached him to ask if he was alright and needed any. when he manages to find his way to waypoint, he fumbles around with the keys he’s given, and rushes his way to where he thinks his home is. he just wants to go inside and crawl under the blankets and take a nap, to deal with this new place some other time. 

however, a familiar sight soon comes into view, and gregory immediately finds himself putting his guard up. he stops, just a few feet away from the familiar animatronic, and narrows his eyes. 

“What are you doing here?” 

​it had been roughly a month since awakening in this modern world and although not without worry, the days had also been full of learning and new experiences. this wasn’t the first time they had encountered strife, and while they were worried about the dissapearance of their powers and the unknown status of their comrades, fushi had decided to acess the situation before making any rash decisions and assumptions. they were starting to get used to life in this place and learning more about it, but even so every day still brought with it something new and unknown.

like the appearance of this being.

Welcome to The Chronolium, Daycare Attendant.

WayPoint has sponsored you, and you awaken in WP-05.

On your bedside table awaits a power adapter, to allow charging at any standard outlet.

Stay safe (?), and make yourself at home.