Brilliant pink and purple hues bled like fire in the east horizon. The first sliver of orange sun peeked over the clear skyline. Gradually it raised, a defined circle in a dull grey background. An easy breeze picked up and lifted into the trees, caressing every green leaf and softly blowing the stems.

White light filtered in through the cracks in the window blinds of the tiny office, lighting Jeremy's hair like a fiery halo. He lifted his head from the desk, his wavy brown hair tumbling down his neck like a waterfall. The sun's vibrant rays sent a glossy, gold sheen all around the room, blending with the leaves of Summer. The sound of the rhythmic chime of the clock in the hall outside the office brought a peaceful hymn to his ears. Jeremy rubbed his tired eyes, his mind was fuzzy from the remnants of the dream he had.

What time is it? He wondered. How long have I been asleep? Jeremy opened his eyes and stared up at the clock. His pupils contracted and spread in the sunlight. The clock read 6:00 am. Vincent had not returned from the Parts and Service room last night. Perhaps his shift ends at 6 too?

The young guard rose from his seat with a groan and stepped out into the hallway. There to his left stood the purple guy talking to another man. This other male was a familiar face to Jeremy.

"Hey, Mike."

Mike was a bit shorter than Vincent and seemed to be younger than him too. His eyes were intense, and unlike the rest of him they weren't at all expressive, they were cold, like ice. Most blue eyes are so captivating one could just dive into them with the peak of awe nipping at their facial features, but when Jeremy peered into Mike's frozen irises he could feel an electrical chill run down his spine, through his body making his features numb, like ice. Every tendril of various shades of incandescent striking white-blue stayed lined up next to one another making his eyes themselves seem like a white tundra. As if a blizzard was eternally raging on within a black void in the center that were his pupils.

Mike also lacked hair on his head which left the pale pink patterns that were his scars exposed on his scalp. His uniform, much like Jeremy's was grey with a black flap over his shirt pocket. Above his pocket was a name tag with his name engraved into it. The buffer male had gauze wrapped around his hands, which made him out to be a fighter. He certainly had the body language of a tough guy.

"Morning, Jere. Sleep well?" He asked in a gruff tone. Jeremy nodded with a small smile on his face.

"Yes I did. Thank you."

"I went in there to check on you." Added Vincent. "But I didn't want to wake you. So. You excited for the new shipment?"

"Shipment?" The brunette asked, his head turned to the side slightly in confusion.

"Scott didn't tell you? We have a new animatronic suit. I called Mike in to help me bring it in. Its very heavy."

"Oh yeah. He mentioned that over the phone. Um...could I see the suit?"

"Boy." Said Mike. He folded his arms over his chest. "You will be wearing it."

"W-Wearing it? But I thought, Vincent said it was heavy."

"It will be light once the endoskeleton is removed. We wouldn't want you to put it on with it still inside. The slightest movement or breathing could set off the springlocks and things could get...really messy" Vincent clenched his teeth and shook his head as he said this. The way he said those words so calmly however made Jeremy gulp in fear.

"Oh...uh...okay. Y-Yeah. I want to live to make it to the end of the week at least." The young man stammered.

Vincent flashed a brilliant smile that exposed his teeth. His incisors were longer than most teeth Jeremy had seen on other people when they smiled at him, almost like fangs.

"Follow me." He said as he turned on his heel. His arms swayed, simultaneously, back and forth, as his stilt-like legs seemed to be carrying him from across the hall mechanically in motion one leg thrust forward as the other tried to catch up. Jeremy had to jog to keep up with the tall purple man in front of him. The buff guy that was Mike soon followed behind, his beefy arms still crossed over his chest.

The purple guy finally came to a halt at the end of the hall way and stood in front of perhaps the only room in the entire restaurant with a wooden door. The door was old; Jeremy could tell by just looking at it. Scratches etched their way along the bottom half of it and the edges were uneven and cracked. The door knob hung loose as if waiting eagerly for someone to step inside. It smelled horridly and if he squinted hard enough, he could see tiny black bugs crawling in between the jagged scratches. How the owner could allow this was a disgusting surprise.

Jeremy covered his nose with the sleeve of his shirt to block out the putrid smell that invaded his nostrils. The taste of salt came to the back of his throat, and as the flavor enveloped his mouth, his stomach clenched and his eyes began to tear at the corners as a violent eruption spewed from his mouth. The left overs of lastnight's dinner splattered all over the tile floor. Mike and Vincent both jumped back in surprised shock.

"Oh man...Fritz is not going to like this." Muttered Vincent.

"Fuck it. The motherfucker needs something to do besides sitting on his fat ass eating all the food!" Barked Mike. "Come on let's get you cleaned up. Vincent will have the suit out for you and ready to go."

Jeremy gave a feeble nod in agreement as Mike put his arm around the boy and helped him towards the bathroom.

Vincent stood in the hallway, now completely alone. He could hear the footsteps of the two other men fade away into the distance. He was usually such a serious person. Even when he felt happy his face was immobile, sunken into the kind of grimness your average person would have prior to a job interview. But now the purple night guard's lips curved into a grin. He had a crooked chuckle to go with a crooked grin...and a crooked mind... "This is going to be too easy~"

Jeremy looked at himself in the mirror. For an instant, he couldn't recognize the person it showed. Only when he waved his hand and the other waved back did he realize it was him. When was it since I looked at myself in the mirror? He wondered. A slight headache came over him. He turned the faucet on and ran his hands under the water, scooping it in his hands and splashed the warm liquid over his the water off his hands, Jeremy walked across the room, but then stopped abruptly in the middle.

An unsettling feeling began to swell inside him. There's was something wrong in the room—but he couldn't quite tell what it was. He felt as though he had entered a house with the gas stove left on; the atmosphere was dense and strange. Suddenly, he realized what it was. Mike was not with him.

"I hate being alone." He mumbled to himself. He went over to the door and pulled it open again. Standing in the doorway was Vincent. The guard in plum greeted Jeremy with a large smile.

"Your care package is ready, Lad.~"