"So, ten minutes here and you're already getting creepy with the kids?" the snarky kid said to me.

"Chummy and friendly, I'd say, but I guess if you want to see the bad out of every situation and pick things that aren't really there, I guess go ahead," I muttered, rather bitterly.

"Whoa, dude, calm down, I'm not insinuating anything," he said really quickly, like he knew he was going to piss me off.

The mother of the little girl I helped was getting worse. She had a can of 'pop', and was getting rather close with the hunk she was pestering. Close, as in, rubbing his crotch and biting his ear. She was getting really, really troublesome. I'd end up telling her to leave most likely.

"Excuse me? Is there a security guard around?"

I spun around to the front door to see a rather young, but mature looking, woman. She had auburn hair, a sweater, rather fitly, with khakis, and trust me, those khakis were flattering. I walked up to the girl quickly, looking as official as I could.

"Yes, my name is Silan, I'm the security guard here, is there something specific that you need, ma'am?" I said, in a tone of authority, maybe slightly exaggerated.

"Yes, my name is Joyce, and my little brother has been DYING to come here, and I got a business meeting, so I was wondering if I could drop him off, and pay when I get back?" she said, rather rushed, and she looked flustered.

"In an official sense, no, ma'am. But I'll watch after him and pay for his stay, and you can go to your meeting," I said, in a sincere manner.

She gasped, I could tell for a moment she thought I was joking or I was messing with her, but I assured her I was serious.

"I can't possibly let you pay for my bro's stay, even if it's only for an afternoon, let me go get my purse..." she said, fumbling about in a pink, leather-bag.

"Ma'am, please. No need." I said with utter conviction.

"Then I'll pay double when I get back," she blurted.

I felt like I was arguing to be nice, but in earnest, I kept on. She said fine, and was on her way. I paid for his ticket for the afternoon, and I got him some pizza and a can of soda. The kid was jittery, all around, curious as a bugger, asking tons of questions about the animatronics, which was funny, and I didn't mind it at all.

"So, does Chica have any eggs?"

"No,"

"Does Foxy have a parrot?"

"No,"

"Why is Bonnie so weird?"

"I don't know, why do you think she is weird?"

"She just is….do you think Freddy likes to sing?"

I honestly wanted to say 'no' but ended up saying 'I don't know', and his infinite questions ceased. He got preoccupied by Chica's dancing with the kids. I looked over to the girl I had helped. She was still over in the corner… but she wasn't crying, at least. I hadn't even asked her name…. She saw me looking at her, and she tiptoed on over to me, like she was a criminal.

"Hi, sir," she said meekly, twiddling her thumbs, while twisting around on her two feet.

"Hey there, little one, I never even asked you your name, did I?" I said quietly, trying not to upset her.

"No, you didn't," she said, shyly smiling, "It's Lucy."

"Lucy? That's a very pretty name. Lucy, who is your favorite animatronic?" I said, inquiringly.

"I don't know...I only came here because my sister said she'd be here…." she said, very sadly.

She began to go in depths, explaining that her daddy isn't here….in heaven as she described. She said her mommy didn't like her….love her….so the only person she loved was her sister. Her sister was a big business baron, always getting great deals, and such. As such, her sister paid for much of Lucy's education and life. She was going to be here. She must have been late, I guess. Lucy is much like me….My dad is probably dead in jail….My mom hates me….and I am counting on a girl to support me.

I then was greeted by a loud, groaning sound. I looked over to see the woman almost dry-humping the man. This was enough, this isn't a damn adult's establishment. I walked over calmly, with a blank expression.

"Ma'am, we're gonna have to ask you to leave, we can't have you doing this in the establishment," I said calmly, with no expression of dislike or malice.

She stood up, flustered and frustrated due to the interruption of her intimacy, and got in my face, with a fake smile, and reached toward my belt.

"Is it because I wasn't paying attention to you, big boy?" she said, with an obvious fakeness in in her voice, she pulled her hand away and derided me.

"Too bad, dick," she said, disdain deeply in her inebriated face.

"Ma'am, I am going to have to ask you to please leave, you are disrupting Fazbear Entertainment's family friendly environment, and if you don't leave, we are going to have to call the police," I said calmly, with no disrespect in my voice.

"Whatever, I don't need this shit, come on you stupid brat!" She shouted, pulling Lucy's hair, and Lucy cried, sobbed, and begged for her to let go, and the mom just pulled harder.

Lucy pulled back, and her mother just, stopped, looked back at her with a face that spoke well enough. It spoke of dominance, of being challenged, and the woman hit her closed-fist, on her head. Lucy started to bawl, and I wanted to walk up to the woman and hit her in the back of her head, just to see how'd she react. I might have even ignored the woman, walked up to Lucy and hugged her and told her she mattered. But, no, I knew I had no place there. So I shut up, as Lucy held her head down in shame, as though she was the wrong-doer, and they both walked out.

Hatred bellowed in me. I then looked over to the animatronics, and saw they had all stopped, and looked at me, even the kids looked scared. Suddenly, though, Freddy snapped back to the kids and started singing, Foxy mechanically walked to his pirate cove, Chica whirled back and started dancing again, while Bonnie slowly