The room's dim lamp light extinguished, plunging the area into pitch-black darkness. Monty assumed that the switch would turn the lights back on, forcing Sun out. He wasn't aware that you already disabled the main overhead lights via the breaker box.
Moon slowly and carefully adjusts you away from around his abdomen. You grab hold to the side of the table, only aware that he's still next to you from the frigid air surrounding you.
Monty is taken aback for a second, staring at the two red dots observing him from the right of the room. Menacing pinpricks of crimson observing him ever so closely. With his hand still on the lever, he switches it back to it's upwards position, relieving him of the red glow to a rather less intimidating white - not that he would admit he was intimidated, he definitely wasn't.
A low growl emanates from his chest, crawling up his throat and out his snout. Monty flicks his sunglasses down to see the room, it being just as dim as when he first entered.
"So, handler. You got yourself stuck in the dark with that thing, huh?" He bellows a low laugh. "Yeah, hopefully it was willingly. But I'd say otherwise given it looks like he's already gotten to ya." He smiles smugly, baring his sharp teeth in amusement.
Moon, still and almost lifeless, hasn't stopped analyzing the Alligator's every movement. You speak up, hopefully ending the awkward silence and explaining your injuries. "I-I uh.. No.. I got into an accident.. C-" And before you can clarify what kind of accident, the gator cuts you off with a low chuckle.
"Oh honey, I don't think it was an accident now.. Mr. Moon here intentionally hurt you, didn't he? It's okay, you can tell me. It's nothin' new anyway." He pauses to let you process before focusing his attention to Moon.
"Hey, Daycare Attendant, why don't you enlighten your brand new toy as to why so many technicians have been quitting on day one." His smirk is venomous.
A low crackle of his voice box is the only thing that exits Moon. Monty's grin only widens.
"Ah, that's what I thought. So, tech. He's hurt ya, right? C'mon, you can tell the truth. Just a simple yes or no. Heck, I'd bet my claws on it, I mean, the evidence is right there." As he broadly gestures. You're heating up all of a sudden despite Moon's cool atmosphere.
"N-no. This.. wasn't him. I got into a car accident yesterday." You refuse to make eye contact, obviously uncomfortable with the situation, regardless of the eight foot animatronic you're positioned behind.
He growls. "That wasn't a no. Now.. Moon. A little itsie bitsie birdie told me.. if you broke this one, it'd be your last. And you know very well what happens when you don't let them fix you anymore. Oh- and I'm so so sorry to say, but I think you're past the point of being fixed." His smirk hasn't left his face for a second, and once again his deep laugh fills the room.
Moon finally speaks in a deep, crackling scowl. "What do you want, Monty." A statement - as he'd rather not give him the choice to avoid it and ramble further.
"Hah, oh I just wanted to see the ever so skilled mechanic that fixed whatever fucked you up so badly. The glimpse I got of Sun and them down the maintenance halls did not make him out to be very pretty. Now, what could've fucked ya'll up so badly, huh? Haven't seen y'all like that since.. well, I'll let your pretty little handler find that out on their own. They will eventually."
Moon growls. Adjusting his posture as to stand to his full height, no longer leaning against the table.
Monty cackles. "Ah, but looks like such a skilled little engineer was wasted on an obsolete robot - soon to be scrapped." He turns his head to look at you, somewhat behind and to the right of Moon. "Why don't you come work for the big leagues, just let this sideshow wear himself down to rusted metal. Your talents shouldn't be wasted on such a lost cause. Maybe if management finally catches on and stops trying to save this trainwreck, you could move positions! How does that sound?" His grin is making you nauseous at this point.
"No.. I'm fine here. I- I want to be here." You stutter out, your voice betraying you, cursing it inside of your head.
"Hah, well, not for long anyways. Good luck then.. hopefully he won't break you like the rest." He turns and exits the room, satisfied with the little seed he planted in your skull. All he had to do now was let it grow, maybe water it here and there. The soil was already set long before he entered the room.
There's silence for a good while, before Moon turns to look down at you. White pinprick eyes, studying the colors of your face and bruising of your eye. He crouches down a bit before running his thumb above your ear to the back of your head. "I'm sorry, little star. We should.. get going."
You look up at him, still somewhat lost in thought at the mention of other mechanics before you, and what Monty implied. You had a feeling you were only sinking deeper with each new question stirring in your head.
"..Yeah. What.. what was his deal?" You hesitantly ask, still a bit shaken up at the confrontation. You're grabbing your bag and hitting send on the report for what maintenance you performed on Moon before heading over to the light switch.
Moon growls a second before answering. "He's an asshole mean. There's not much more to it."
You pause for a second, and it's pretty obvious Moon just lied to you. Your contract and the conditions of it more than complimented Monty's implications of.. Moon not playing nice.
"I.. know you're lying." He pauses walking to the door. Back facing you, unmoving. "You.. don't have to tell me everything.. not now at least, but.. please don't lie to me, okay?"
"..Okay." And he waits for you to walk up to him before observing you flick off the light switch, his eyes once more shining red. You pull out your phone and make your way to the breaker box, before switching power back to the overhead lights. "Alright. Do you mind Sun coming out now, just in case anything is wrong? The outside is lit up anyways."
Moon hums. "Yeah, sure."
You walk over to him, craning up and staring into his eyes for a second. You wrap your arms around him, hopefully not being rudely interrupted this time.
It's been about a minute, him running his cool fingers through your hair, circling your back like Sun did as you fell asleep last night. You're ashamed to admit they've already figured out one of your probably numerous sweet spots on your body that'll encourage you to relax into them this easily. His cool torso and chilly fingers were giving you goosebumps that'd be there regardless of the temperature in this situation.
Eventually you have to pull away, taking a breath to recover from his gentle embrace you're definitely red over. You're glad he can't see color in the dark, but with how he's looking down at you, you're sure he already can tell.
"O-okay Moon I'm.. turning on the lights now. See.. ya.." You give him a warm smile as your hand is on the lever ready to pull.
"Mmm see you soon, Stardust." He purrs. You flick the lights before your grin widens any more.
Your eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light you've been devoid of for the last few hours. Sun takes that time to study your face, color and all.
"Sunflower! Y-you fixed us! All tidy and neat and perfect, oh thank you sosososo much!" His embrace is warm in contrast, something you've missed a tiny bit even if Moon's was just as comfortable. Spinning you around a couple times, he releases you back to the ground. It's a lot better to see him with his rays spinning perfectly as usual.
"Missed ya too Sunshine." You can't help but let out a yawn as you reach for his hand. "Let's get going back to the Daycare, alright?"
Something stirs in Moon at your display of fatigue, not too different of a feeling as to when Sun snugged you to sleep last night.
Sun pouts. "Awh, o-okay. B-but.. that means.. you have to leave soon, right? I.. wish you didn't have to go, Starbeam.." And you can hear the pity in his voice without seeing it washed over his face.
"Yeah, sorry Sunny. I do. Gotta get home to Mimi, plus I would really love a shower right now." You squeeze his hand a little after breaking the bad news. He drops a little lower to the ground, and not just to avoid the beams lining the ceiling of the maintenance halls.
He lights back up. "O-oh but but but we have a shower here! A-and.. you could.. bring.." He slows down before realizing the absurdity of his suggestions. You laugh following an inquisitive smile. "What? You have a shower here?"
He stutters a bit, tripping over his words. "Y-yes, just in case the kids get a little too messy to be cleaned up with wet wipes and napkins! But.. nonono.. you.. you should go home and get some rest, as much as we'd miss you, little Starbite.."
"Ah, makes sense. Well. Don't worry Sunny, I'll be back tomorrow. Definitely gonna have to call Wendy to make sure my hours are alright. They're not exactly to schedule but she did mention at one point as long as I was doing my job, I should be fine, which I think I've done a pretty good job of, right?" Given coming into work right after waking up at the hospital after a fucking car crash, then proceeding to fix the worst damage you ever seen on a conscious piece of machinery. Which is like, none, since no machines you've worked on previously were conscious - but the damage was still pretty major. Not to mention the.. physical injuries you've sustained working here so far. You wouldn't mention that to Wendy you think though.
Sunny snaps you out of your thoughts. "Oh yes! Yesyesyesyes! You're the bestest worker we have ever had, Sunflower! Best in the whole wide world, yes, yes!" With your hand in his, he swings them gently back in forth not being able to help it.
You giggle a bit. "Well thank you Sunny, that's very generous of you to bestow that title upon me. I'm honored."
He returns your laugh. "Anything for you, Starbeam."
You're at the Daycare and before you know it, you both pass through the doors to the empty play area. Sun sulks a little, knowing his time with you has grown so short. "Awh.. well.. We'll see you tomorrow, r-right Sunflower..?"
"Of course you will Sunny. About eight in the morning. Promise." And you cant help but sadden at his pitiful expression. "Hm.. Hey, Sunny?"
He perks up from fidgeting with his hands nervously.
"Are you able to like.. make phone calls - or like.. texts or something? Is there any way for us to communicate while apart? If that'd make you feel better, I mean, and I certainly wouldn't mind it." You glance over to your FazWatch curiously.
Sun lights up. "O-oh well, nono not phone calls! But! We used to be able to communicate with workers through their FazWatches! I-I.. I don't know if it's still a thing though, since.. we haven't done it in a very long time.. but, it's very very much worth a shot, right!?"
You hand over your watch to him, and he sticks his finger up to the charging port on the side. A claw, or maybe just a micro USB extends outwards and into the phone. It seems like he's zoning out into empty space before a smile wraps across his cheeks and he unplugs the watch. "Aaaaand all done! You should be able to contact us like any other staff now! I-if you want to of course, and-and.. we'd really like to.. know you're okay."
You giggle after securing the watch back around your wrist. "Of course Sunshine, you mind if I send a message right now to check if it works?"
He nods energetically, and you send him a smiley face. Almost instantly a message pops up on the left side of the screen. "It works!"
He's noticeably brighter now, hopefully a little bit more comfortable with you going home tonight. You're sure you gave these robots separation anxiety and you sigh before giving him a big hug which he instantly returns. Warm.
You smile as you pull back and look up into his pretty blue eyes you installed just earlier. "..Hey, by the way, uhm, could you see out of your eyes before? The.. paint or whatever it was had been stripped off, but these ones are brand new."
He tilts his head to the right. "O-oh of course, yesyesyes. It just.. made it a tiny bit more uncanny to some people.. no.. they didn't like it.. b-but that's okay! You didn't seem to mind, nor did many of the kids. I hope they do like them now though, I reallyreallyreally do! Thank you sososososo much Sunflower, we'll miss you sososo much! … And-and, Moon says goodbye too~"
You giggle before turning for the door. "Cya tomorrow Sunny, you too Moon. Text me later alright? I'll reply when I'm home!"
He waves dramatically as you watch him disappear as the doors close behind you and he does the same until you're out of sight.
As you walk down the Daycare hallway, and out into the main entrance of the building, you order an Uber which will probably take about thirty minutes to get there. It was about four, so.. rush hour. And you were tired. You wanted a shower, maybe something other than assorted nuts to eat (not that you didn't appreciate the gesture), and your comfy bed with Mimi sprawled out next to you.
You made your way out the turnstiles before knowing that'd be delayed a little longer. At least this would fill up the time it takes for your Uber to get here.
The green and purple animatronic stomps towards you, chuckling lowly before announcing his presence like it wasn't ever so obvious. "Now now, slow down there handler. Don't ya wanna chat without the murderbots listening..?"
You keep walking, making sure to avoid him via a wide curve around the gator.
"Tsk tsk. Guess you're just suicidal then. You're tellin' me that Moon hasn't touched you yet? If he did what he's already done to you, aren't you even a little curious of the previous mechanics in your position? There's a reason we call him the murderbot." As much as you try not to, you stop.
Clenching your jaw, you turn. Monty smiles wryly. "See, you know I'm right. He's dangerous. You're better off elsewhere, not in a hazard zone just waiting to be turned into his little chew toy."
You concentrate on breathing as the alligator makes his way to the front of the exit, and you notice he's circling around you and blocking it before it's too late. "So, why don't chat a little bit? See if you can be reasoned with unlike those heaps of scrap metal."
You're red, and upset. You hated arguing, but whatever.
"Dude, wha-what is your problem? They've got their issues, yeah, but.. but that doesn't mean I'm gonna give up on them.. especially not to work on some.." You hesitate. "Narcissistic assholes."
You should've given in to the hesitation and not said anything entirely. A 'can we please talk about this tomorrow Mr. Gator?' could've sufficed.
He's slowly approaching you, a low rumble emanating from his chest, bouncing off the walls of your ears like you're underwater. You take a step back, then another. Attempting to keep the distance between you two before you hit something solid.
And just like that, he closes the distance. He's directly in front of you, looking down menacingly past his star-shaped sunglasses. The low growl intensifies. "You wanna repeat that, handler?"
Your heart is beating, you want to run, but you couldn't escape him if he didn't want you to. You just stare.
He snarls before speaking again. "Every single technician that's worked with those freaks ends up quitting, injured, or worse. You're wasting your time. All you are is a chew toy for their amusement. And no no, I'm not talking about just Moon - he's not the only one with anger issues.."
He observes your puzzled look through the venom you're desperately holding at bay.
"You.. Ha! You really think that Sun's faults end at being a giddy, anxious, little trainwreck!?" He bellows deeply before leaning closer.
"They'll tear you apart. Hell, maybe they've already gotten to ya. Are you really sure you got into a car wreck now? Maybe Moon gave ya those bruises, cuts, and fucked up black eye, just manipulated you into thinking otherwise." His smirk is only widening at your expression. "I'm especially sure that conveniently hand shaped damage around your neck didn't come from a car crash now, did it?"
He's getting to you. As much as you're trying to not let him, you open your mouth once more.
"..I'm not leaving them. This conversation is over."
You try to move to the side, but his arm jolts out and stops you with a clang against the metal wall behind you. "Nuh uh. I'm not done."
He bares his teeth as his smile widens. "..You must have a death wish or something, even after everything that's happened so far.. And everything you still don't know. Why do you insist on giving a shit? You can just let this all play out, and they'll wither away on their own.."
He leans in. You try to back your head up to find metal already pressed behind you.
"Y'know, damage like they had before you fixed them up in a matter of hours was worse than another incident in which it took a team of techs days to patch the fucker up? ..So, why do you risk your life for them, of all the robots here? I could get you to work for us! Such wasted talents on such irreparable fuck-ups that should've been scrapped long ago.."
Your ears are ringing. He's only smirking.
"..But then we wouldn't have you now would we..? Well.. I guess if you won't take care of them.. I will. You wont have to worry about them anymore, how's that? ..If Bonnie wasn't an issue, then those lanky babysitters should be a breeze.. oh, and I think I have just the instigation for them to throw the first punch right here in front of me. I'd be completely justified then, right?"
Your stomach drops as your eyes widen.
"..One thing still confuses me though.. why do you give a shit?"
He pauses to think, before a light bulb pops on in his head.
You're burning. Your heart is pounding in your ears. His low snickering building until backing up to grab ahold of his knees and bend forward as he loses it only tests you further.
He finally looks back at you after his sick laughing fit. "..So, chew toy.. don't tell me you've got a crush on them now? That little hug in parts and service looked a little too personal." His deep voice reverberates through your chest. You can barely feel it as your chest pounds.
You're silent, your face is already flushed from before, but he takes that as confirmation regardless. His eyes widen, and his jaw parts open a little. He fucking throws himself backwards wrapping his arms around his stomach, and laughs hysterically, again.
He finally recovers after far too long, wiping away an imaginary crocodile tear. "Aww, look at you!"
Another laugh.
"..You.. really think… holy shit.."
And another.
"..Gosh, I'm sorry to tell ya this hun, but your little crush isn't gonna mean shit when they inevitably rip you apar-"
The sound of a metallic thud reverberates through Monty's core.
He stills, staring at you. His incessant laughter has ceased.
The numbness fades quickly and you feel a rush of white-hot agony flood across your hand following your knuckles.
The breath you were holding escapes out your lungs and you struggle to pull in another to wince.
Before your fist can begin to retract from the metal it just collided into as hard as your muscles would allow, a purple hand wraps around your wrist while green fingertips and black claws bind it within it's grasp.
A deep growl replaces the echoing metal in his core.
"..So. Looks like the murderbot didn't have to throw the first punch."
He lifts you up by your wrist, feet dangling off the floor. "..Oops, my safety protocols are defending myself! Oh nooo- an employee attacked me and I'm responding autonomously within regulations!"
He laughs menacingly and growls as he pulls you closer to his eyes and exposed teeth, his smirk continuing to grow.
"..Well.. Looks like if you won't work for us.. then there's just no purpose in attempting to override my 'self-defense response'. Shit, I might even add a little something myself."
He squeezes around your wrist, the tender bruising from Friday causing what would already be excruciating to grow genuinely unbearable.
You kick at his chest as he only lifts you higher, chipping your nails at his arm as you scream.
You fall.
You still can't breathe and the adrenaline is flushing your system. Your ears are ringing while you open your eyes hazily.
You're laying on the floor, and as your head tilts to the side slowly, there's a metallic green and purple arm next to your own.
V̴̡̞̭͍̳͉̬̱̱̠͍̦͌̌͝ì̶̡͈̮̼͚̰̩͔̈́̓͑͜͝o̶̺̘̝̬͂̑̍̅̃͛͜ļ̶̢̟̖̹̰͓̜͙̤̥̩̟̓ḛ̷̢̺̫͇̓ň̷̥̘̠̀̒̈́̽͆c̵̢͖̙̪̲̹͛e̸̡͉̬̼̱͊̌͗̑̄̓́͜.̶̢̜͔̫̀̑͆ ̴̛̳̭̗͖̗̥̩̋̾́̇͂̓̔͛̈̑͝Ỉ̶̧͚̩̪̲̖͔̘͉̭̌s̸̡̨̛̪̣͕̀̐̅͒̋́̍͋͗.̷̣̭͕̻͕̜͙̌̊͒̿̋͋̊̔͐̀͝ ̵̨̢̢̨̳̘̙̣͖͎̱̺̆̒̈́̕N̴̻̋̍͋o̸̩̻͚̎̀͂̂̒̀̓̚͠t̴͍̩͉̫̘͎̗̮͇͙̝̣̂̄̃̔͑́͝.̷̗̲̣̜̹͎̥̰̑́ ̸̳͈͇͉̻̗̻̊̇̾́͂̏͜P̶͚̺̉̾͊̄̃́̏͋̿̈͘ȩ̶̢͙͕̪̺̤̽͒͜͝r̴̡̹̖̟͇̮̮̝̖̙͉̍̌͘̕m̶̢̧̦̼̺̪͍͙͔͍͓̽͑̊̚į̵̖͕̗̠̙̜͖̥̤͒̏̽̀͑̓̊́̋̑͘͝t̶̛̠̺̤͚̫̞̜͍̫̟͍̐́̂͛͛͂̿͜͠͠ṯ̵̛͇͌̽̔̓e̶̢̢̛̝̞͎̤̜̫͉̒̂͌̇̌͑͘͘͜͜d̸̘̹͐͊͂̋́ͅ.̸̺̤́͌̌͗́́̂̈́͑̚͘͠ ̶̺̫̊͒̀I̵̪̖͆̑̊̽̐̏͆̚͠ṇ̶̡̛̟͓̩͒͜.̴̡̧̨̨̲͈̖̩̙̟̪̋͗̈́͊̾̑̕͝ ̸͔͖̜̖̜̩͙̩̝̦̼̒̉̌͜ͅȊ̷̧̡̹̟̦̺̗̪̐n̶̡͖͔̤̯͓͔̪̗͚̟͊͊̽̅.̷̠̾̎͆̍̾͐̉͘͠ ̵̡̛̤̟̞̏̌͗Ǐ̷̱͐̇̈́̃̓͠͝͝ņ̴̢͚̬͈̩͔̙̮̜̠̳̪̋́͂̀.̵̖̝̜̻̠̗͇͐̓̓ ̵̨̟̗̣͇̹͓͖̖̕ͅI̶̛̛̩͈̼̞̓̀̏͂́̔̈́̄̈́̿͜ͅn̴̢̡̻͎̠̮͕͎͚͚̲̰̄.̴̳͍̀̊̿͌͑͆̂̇̎͂̊̒ ̶̭̼̪̬̙͓̞̗̲̼̔͜I̵̹͂̉̔͐̆̂̂̃̕n̶̛̙͓̖͇̅̽̄͝.̶̨̪͇̪͕̌̋̿̔́̏̓̿ ̴̨̠͖̳̮̥̪͇͉͚̭̔̈́̏Ḯ̶̢̞̟̬͛͛͑͛̐͠n̶̨̬̱̂͆͑̅̆̚.̷̨͍̼͚̭̟̺͍̤̼̑̋́̃̕͝ ̴̡̨̘̮̱̼̪͖̫̠̙̥̥̒͑̉̓̈̈̽̀Ĩ̸͙̤̺̮͐̒n̵͚̠̲͉̣̗̾́͑̀̋̕.̴̛͎̺̳͎͇̪̟̜̖͂̒͒ͅ ̶̨͔͛I̶̘̗̊̐n̸̢̡̘̻̭̟͓̗̬̆̅͋͆̿͋̍̚͘̕͝ͅ.̵̯̌̍̂͛͘ ̸̨̬̥͈̈̓͒̒̆̇̌̇͗̓͘͝͝I̶̡͑n̴̛̗͗̌͗̈́͐͂͝.̶̡̟̻̳̬͎͋͊̔̔̿̆̈́̄͘̕͝ ̷̝̍̐͐̀̏́͝͠I̶͎̘̹̜͍̙̙̋ͅn̷̨̟̙̰̹͋̒̉̒̉͊ͅ.̴̨̧̳̺̗̥̩͙̪̩͈̤̼̂ ̸̨̛͕̪͖̙͕̽̈̈͊̊̈́̎̈́̈̕͝I̶̟͐̃̿̇͌̊͌̊̌n̷̡͙̪͚͗̐̉̓͆͘.̷̖̬̞̘̗̰͍̥̏͆̃ ̷̨̛̟̭̙͎͍̾͜Ỉ̶̧̦̳̺͓̦̝̐͌̐̉͘ń̵̛̙̐̿̂͊͂͘͘͝.̴̢̢͉͚͉̗̦͉͚̈́̆̀͗̈͐̕ͅ ̴̡͍̟̤̹͑̀͗͆̂͜͠I̸̧̮̺͇̭͚̹͗n̷̨̳̬̦̩̾͜.̴̨͖̼͙̱̝̻̥̻̍̇̈́͜ ̴̱̘̏́̾̃͌̆̊̈́̊͑͠I̸̛͉̞͇̰̮̤̯̯͎͉͌͌̅̐̌͒̔̎̕͝͠n̶̰͉̦̠͗̃̌̈̓̀̀͘.̸̨͖͎̩̺̗͍̒̀͂́̀͑̕̚͝ ̸̢͎͉̰͈͕͓͎͚̈̏I̶̛̎̒ͅn̷̛̯̩̖͈̉́̃́̑͌͜͠.̸̘͕͆̏͛́̒ ̵̗̀̒̉̿̓̿͑̔̅́̚̕͠I̷̯̮̝̞͔͖̞̽͛̊̈́̍͝n̸͉̯̱̤͇̊͌̍͒͛̀̓̾̈́̌̅̕͝.̵̗̘͍̜͋̄͜ ̴̢͓̜̯͇̊̿̔͑̒̿̅͆̿͜͠͠͠
Monty is flying backwards through some stanchions and off to your right. He lands with a loud thud and the collapse of the crowd-separating equipment.
Ŗ̸̦̭̹̹͖̣̱̏ů̵̧̲͙̹l̶̒̂̎̽͂́͆́̈́̒͒̎͠ͅe̶̩̘͍̪̖͙̖̟̍͋͂͌̈́̀ ̸̪̔̊͌͛̒̊̃̓̉́b̶̛͓̖̃͋̀̏̕r̶̰̲̝̜͚̳̦̝̭̀͗̂͌͊͋̈͊͌̅͑͑͠e̵̲͕̎̀̾̿̇̆͆̀̍̀̐̍a̶̩̜̞̙͕͇͍̪͒̌̈͜k̶̻̲̼̪̫̂̊́̃͊̊̓͗̚͝ͅe̴̞̹̠̗͉͂͐r̶̠̺̭̩̯̍̾͌͆̀̌̓͘͜.̸̡͚̤͙͉̝̈́͗̓̔͊̄̋̅͗̽̈́͗̊ ̸̧̧̨̖͎̯͚̥̺̻̦̟͙̄̊̄͆͋̿̃Ŗ̸̦̭̹̹͖̣̱̏ů̵̧̲͙̹l̶̒̂̎̽͂́͆́̈́̒͒̎͠ͅe̶̩̘͍̪̖͙̖̟̍͋͂͌̈́̀ ̸̪̔̊͌͛̒̊̃̓̉́b̶̛͓̖̃͋̀̏̕r̶̰̲̝̜͚̳̦̝̭̀͗̂͌͊͋̈͊͌̅͑͑͠e̵̲͕̎̀̾̿̇̆͆̀̍̀̐̍a̶̩̜̞̙͕͇͍̪͒̌̈͜k̶̻̲̼̪̫̂̊́̃͊̊̓͗̚͝ͅe̴̞̹̠̗͉͂͐r̶̠̺̭̩̯̍̾͌͆̀̌̓͘͜.̸̡͚̤͙͉̝̈́͗̓̔͊̄̋̅͗̽̈́͗̊ ̸̧̧̨̖͎̯͚̥̺̻̦̟͙̄̊̄͆͋̿̃Ŗ̸̦̭̹̹͖̣̱̏ů̵̧̲͙̹l̶̒̂̎̽͂́͆́̈́̒͒̎͠ͅe̶̩̘͍̪̖͙̖̟̍͋͂͌̈́̀ ̸̪̔̊͌͛̒̊̃̓̉́b̶̛͓̖̃͋̀̏̕r̶̰̲̝̜͚̳̦̝̭̀͗̂͌͊͋̈͊͌̅͑͑͠e̵̲͕̎̀̾̿̇̆͆̀̍̀̐̍a̶̩̜̞̙͕͇͍̪͒̌̈͜k̶̻̲̼̪̫̂̊́̃͊̊̓͗̚͝ͅe̴̞̹̠̗͉͂͐r̶̠̺̭̩̯̍̾͌͆̀̌̓͘͜.̸̡͚̤͙͉̝̈́͗̓̔͊̄̋̅͗̽̈́͗̊ ̸̧̧̨̖͎̯͚̥̺̻̦̟͙̄̊̄͆͋̿̃Ŗ̸̦̭̹̹͖̣̱̏ů̵̧̲͙̹l̶̒̂̎̽͂́͆́̈́̒͒̎͠ͅe̶̩̘͍̪̖͙̖̟̍͋͂͌̈́̀ ̸̪̔̊͌͛̒̊̃̓̉́b̶̛͓̖̃͋̀̏̕r̶̰̲̝̜͚̳̦̝̭̀͗̂͌͊͋̈͊͌̅͑͑͠e̵̲͕̎̀̾̿̇̆͆̀̍̀̐̍a̶̩̜̞̙͕͇͍̪͒̌̈͜k̶̻̲̼̪̫̂̊́̃͊̊̓͗̚͝ͅe̴̞̹̠̗͉͂͐r̶̠̺̭̩̯̍̾͌͆̀̌̓͘͜.̸̡͚̤͙͉̝̈́͗̓̔͊̄̋̅͗̽̈́͗̊ ̸̧̧̨̖͎̯͚̥̺̻̦̟͙̄̊̄͆͋̿̃Ŗ̸̦̭̹̹͖̣̱̏ů̵̧̲͙̹l̶̒̂̎̽͂́͆́̈́̒͒̎͠ͅe̶̩̘͍̪̖͙̖̟̍͋͂͌̈́̀ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
You look up just for a moment to see Sun collapsing to the ground, turning your head to the right to witness Monty laying within a mess of dividers, and finally Freddy rushing through the turnstiles, freezing in shock at the situation.
You needed to cancel your Uber.