A/N: Well, here we go, everyone. This is the final chapter of the Schmidt family's completed tour of the Pizzaplex. And the one you've probably all been waiting for, given the conspicuous absence of a certain…infamous…animatronic up to this point. We're certainly gonna be ending this particular arc with a bang, that's for sure.

After this chapter is done, I have to focus on my board exam in August. And this one is arguably THE most important board exam of my entire life. So do not expect any chapters after this one for three weeks, at minimum. It's a good thing this is the last chapter of this particular arc, as this means I wouldn't be leaving an active story thread dangling awkwardly in the air for several weeks.

Chapter 211 – Return to the Pizzaplex Part 6

"How much left of this place do we have to look at?" Liz asked. By now, she was starting to feel tired of the whole Pizzaplex in general, and she wasn't the only one feeling that particular sentiment.

"We have just three major areas left for you to review," Mr. Raugelan answered once Mike asked her question. "They are the Superstarcade, the Superstar Daycare, and the Fazbear Theater."

"Wasn't the Superstarcade that one place behind El Chip's on the third floor?" Mike asked. When Mr. Leelurd answered in the affirmative, he continued, "maybe we should check that place out first. That way we don't have to go back to the third floor again for the rest of this tour."

"That is an excellent idea, Mr. Schmidt," Mr. Raugelan readily agreed. "I should also mention that the Superstar Daycare and Fazbear Theater are pretty much in the same place, so we should visit them at the same time if we want to be efficient."

"Oh, okay," Fritz replied with a shrug. "That pretty much answers things for us."

They climbed the escalators back up to the top floor, and Mr. Raugelan guided them to the entrance of the Superstar-cade, a gray metal door with a pink sign that had "Superstar-cade" written in rainbow-colored letters surrounded by an outer-space colored border. "Unfortunately, the Superstar-cade is still currently in development," Mr. Leelurd informed them. "It's essentially out of order, for all intents and purposes."

"There's a lot of places in this Pizzaplex that are out of order," Jeremy pointed out. "Are they even ready to release this thing to the public, really?"

"That is a good point, actually," Susie agreed. "First Roxy's Raceway, then that complete mess of a cupcake bakery, and now the Superstarcade? And this sounds like a pretty big part of the Pizzaplex, too!"

"Free advice, guys?" Mike decided to throw the two Fazbear representatives a bone. "Use the time you're gonna use for fixing all the crap we point out here to fix some of the other things going on," he suggested. "If you're already gonna be busy getting rid of that DJ Music Man's Experimental Bouncer mode, you might as well use that time to fix whatever the heck is wrong with the Superstarcade."

Mr. Raugelan and Mr. Leelurd glanced at each other, both of them pleasantly surprised by the legitimately helpful advice that Mike was giving them after all the relentless criticisms. "We'll bring your suggestion in front of the board," Mr. Raugelan promised as they made their way back to the Superstarcade. They approached the entrance to the arcade, and Mr. Leelurd used a pass he had to open the metal door leading into the attraction.

The Superstarcade was…pretty much exactly what everyone expected, to be honest. It was an arcade center with a bunch of differently colored arcade machines hosting different games, with neon lights on the walls. It was decidedly smaller than the Fazcade without any of the holes that DJ Music Man could climb through, but otherwise it held a similar purpose overall. Scattered throughout the area were relaxing spots with tables and chairs, and after a few seconds of exploration they found a back area with neon stars carved into the very floor itself.

"Huh, I guess it really is just a bunch of arcade machines here, huh?" Cassidy remarked.

"Nothing really out of the ordinary here," Gabe commented.

"So does this place actually go anywhere?" Liz asked.

Mike asked the question to Mr. Raugelan. "There are two main exits from this area," he answered. "The first goes to the Prize Corner, and the other goes to El Chip's, as you already know."

"Actually, hold on a sec," Charlie suddenly interrupted, pointing a finger at several black cables coming out of various spots with occasional white stripes. "What are those cables doing?"

"Good point, actually," Jeremy frowned as he took a closer look at the cables. In a way, they actually reminded him a bit of the Marionette's fingers…or more unsettlingly, Nightmarionne's. "Is that safe?"

"Is it safe for those cables to just exist out in the open like that?" Mike asked the two Fazbear representatives. "Is a kid gonna get shocked from touching them?"

"Not at all," Mr. Raugelan quickly reassured them. "The cables simply transmit power throughout the Superstarcade, and they are completely insulated and durable. Allow me to demonstrate."

He approached one of the cables and touched it with his hand…and nothing happened even after a few seconds. Mike carefully approached a different cable and touched both a black and white segment at the same time…and it was both hard and cool to the touch without even the slightest bit of pain. He tapped it with his hand, and it barely budged a centimeter. "You see?" Mr. Raugelan asked with a reassuring smile. "Completely safe."

"I feel like there's some kind of potential safety violation here, but I don't actually have any evidence or gut feeling to press it," Mike admitted. "For now, I'll just say that you should add some warning signs around here for kids not to touch the tables, and I'll let it slide for the time being."

Mr. Leelurd wrote down the recommendation. With that topic addressed, there was really nothing else in the Superstarcade worth noting, and they left the arcade center behind. "So there's really one area that has two places in it, right?" Mike clarified. "The Superstar Daycare and the Fazbear Theater?"

"That is correct," Mr. Leelurd affirmed.

"Then let's wrap things up," Mike declared. "I guess we can visit the Fazbear Theater first."

The two Fazbear representatives guided the family to the elevators leading back to the main lobby, taking them back to the main lobby where the Golden Glamrock Freddy statue was located for the first time in several hours. Instead of leading them down the escalators back down to the lobby itself, however, they turned to the left towards an unassuming set of double-doors labeled "Superstar Daycare Pickup." The doors led to a long hallway with various cute decorations on the walls, as well as a few signs pointing down the hallway in the direction of the Superstar Daycare Pickup in question. Mr. Raugelan guided them down to the end of the hallway and opened the metal door blocking the entrance, this one with painted blue with a golden yellow combined sun and moon in the center with stars surrounding it.

The door opened to reveal a blue-lit waiting area with several tables, chairs, and other pieces of furniture lying around. There were more decorations and pictures hanging around, as well as a TV showcasing the Sundrop Candy. But the one article of the daycare that immediately caught everyone's attention was the golden statue of a grinning jester-like animatronic caught in the middle of an excited pose, with one half of its face being the sun and the other half being the moon.

"Is it just me?" Jeremy mumbled uneasily. "Or does that animatronic statue give me really bad vibes for some reason?"

"Oh, good…" Susie retorted sarcastically. "It's not just me, then."

"Maybe this is just a bad first impression?" Gabe asked. His tone was hopeful, but his eyes made it clear that he didn't believe what he was saying for a single second. "Maybe the actual animatronic isn't actually that scary?"

"Bro, these are kids who are gonna be seeing this thing for the first time," Fritz pointed out bluntly. "If the first impression sucks, then pretty much the whole thing is gonna suck from there."

It was a surprisingly insightful and valid comment from the former Foxy inhabitant…and it didn't do anything to alleviate their concerns over the sun and moon-headed animatronic.

At the far end of the room, they could see the entrance of a slide marked by the words "Slide into Fun!", marking the main entrance into the Play Area proper. Beyond the huge net that surrounded the entire room, the Schmidt family could see the main play area itself in the distance. "Should we go check this out first?" Liz wondered.

"Nah, let's go see what the Fazbear Theater is first, and then we can wrap up with the Superstar Daycare here," Jeremy suggested. "Although I guess it doesn't really matter since they're both in the same place."

Nobody had any reason to argue against it, so Mike asked Mr. Raugelan to lead them to the Fazbear Theater. The two Fazbear representatives guided them down a long hallway to the side of the Daycare, until they reached a ticket booth marked by a simple brown "Tickets" sign surrounded by yellow light bulbs. They passed the ticket booth and approached the entrance of the Fazbear Theater, which was yet another metal automatic roll-up door. This one was also colored in blue, although it simply had 3 gold stars painted on it. This one had a scroll on top of the top of it that revealed its name, with a comedy mask on the left and a tragedy mask on the right.

"Is this like a movie theater, or what?" Cassidy wondered.

Mr. Leelurd opened the automatic door, revealing a fairly large auditorium that was almost as large as a real movie theater. There were many seats and cushions arranged in rows throughout the room just like a classic movie theater, as well as a stage in front of them that featured an in active S.T.A.F.F. bot holding a microphone in its hand.

"So, uh…is that bot supposed to be performing comedy or something?" Mike wondered.

"That's one of the programs we are going to have featured," Mr. Raugelan replied. "It was originally going to be the only feature here, but given the…recent difficulties…with maintaining our reputation, the executive board decided to incorporate technology and projectors so that the Fazbear Theater can also double as a traditional movie theater for children, if the need arises.

"That's probably a good idea," Charlie commented. "I don't really trust this S.T.A.F.F. bot to be able to actually perform decent comedy, at least not enough to carry an attraction by itself."

"Anything you guys notice that's wrong about this theater?" Liz asked.

"Not particularly," Susie replied with a shrug as he took a look around the theater. "It just looks like a normal theater to me."

"What's down there?" Fritz asked, pointing at the two stairs leading past the stage to either side. "They can't lead back out, since there's only one entrance leading into the theater."

"Show us what's down there, please," Mike requested. Mr. Raugelan and Mr. Leelurd looked at each other, shrugged, and guided the Schmidt family down the stairs. It soon became apparent that the stairs were connected as they reconvened at a singular platform, that lead below the movie theater to a basement of some kind. There were many unfinished set pieces and unused makeup departments scattered throughout the basement, making it look disorganized and messy (albeit not nearly as bad as Roxy Raceway). The Schmidts could see that there was indeed a fire exit located in the basement, and to their relief it wasn't blocked by anything stupid like a mechanism only allowing VIP or staff access.

"They really need to clean this place up," Gabe commented. "Cause right now a kid could just wander down here and either get lost or get hurt by climbing on something they shouldn't have."

"At least there actually IS a fire exit down here," Jeremy added dryly. "Because otherwise this would be a horrible place to get trapped in if this place got hit by some kind of disaster."

"Are children supposed to be down here?" Mike asked the Fazbear representatives.

"Not generally, no," Mr. Raugelan replied. "Only in case of emergencies."

"Then you need to make that clearer, because I didn't see any signs telling anyone not to come down here," Mike pointed out. "Not even a simple sign saying that these stairs lead down to an Employees Only area or a Fire Exit. If God forbid, a fire breaks out in the theater, people need to know where to go."

"And don't block the entrance down here so that only the staff can enter," Charlie pointed out. "Because otherwise we have the same problem of visitors not being able to escape to the fire exit."

"We'll add some appropriate signs before we open this place to the public," Mr. Leelurd reassured them. "Was there anything else you were concerned about down here?"

"Yeah," Mike replied dryly. "Clean this place up, seriously. It isn't as bad as the Cupcake Bakery, but this place is still a complete mess. I'm honestly surprised that the fire exit didn't get blocked by all the crap in here."

Neither Mr. Raugelan nor Mr. Leelurd had an excuse for the messy state of the Theater's basement, so they simply accepted the criticism. With no other major complaints to report, the Schmidt family followed the representatives back up to the theater and through the hallway leading back to the main lobby of the Daycare. On the way there, they discovered a stairway that they hadn't noticed on the way to the Theater, leading down to a lower floor. From higher up on their vantage point, the Schmidt family could see a large set of wooden double doors that wouldn't have looked out of place in a medieval castle next to two large prop clouds, which they realized was the actual main entrance of the Daycare.

"There are actually two entrances to the Daycare, technically," Mr. Raugelan informed them. "The wooden doors you see down there are the main entrance, while there is a slide entrance in the waiting area that you saw earlier. The slide is probably too big for you to slide down, Mr. Schmidt," he added apologetically.

"That's fine, I'll just go through the main entrance," Mike replied.

They climbed down the stairs to the entrance of the Superstar Daycare, passing by a gift shop named the "Lucky Stars Gift Shop." The Schmidt family took a quick stop to inspect it, but apart from some of the memorabilia being themed on the creepy sun-and-moon-headed animatronic they had seen a statue of earlier, it was basically just your run-of-the-mill gift shop without anything notable.

"All right, I think we've put this off long enough," Fritz declared once they were back in front of the double doors. "Let's go check out this Daycare already and see what that sun and moon-headed animatronic is really like."

Mr. Leelurd approached the entrance to the Daycare and pulled one of the wooden doors open, beckoning Mike to enter. The Daycare itself was a brightly lit area with a cheerful background of sunshine and rainbows, with grassy hill and flower decorations on the walls as well as cutouts of the Glamrock animatronics. The play area itself consisted of a series of large interconnected towers with climbing structures and slides, creating an admittedly impressively large maze-like network that spanned the entirety of the Daycare. The entire floor was covered in cushions that were soft but also firm enough that Mike could walk on them without feeling even the slightest bit off-balanced. A bit further away, the Schmidts could see a rainbow bridge separating the network of play towers from a ball pit, which by itself had walls shaped in the theme of a castle. Above the ball pit was a large decoration in the shape of a castle tower that reached almost to the top of the large room they were in with a rotating wheel of stars surrounding it, contributing to the medieval theme. The top of the tower had a balcony on it with a room hidden behind it that was covered with red curtains, leading somewhere that Mike had no way to get access to.

"Hey, Dad!" Cassidy called out, pointing to the very top of the slide leading into the ball pit. "I think this is where that slide we saw in the pickup area comes from."

"Doesn't this ball pit seem a little small?" Charlie asked, giving it a skeptical glance. "And is there somebody watching over it directly to make sure that no more than one kid goes down the slide at the same time? Because if two people go down the slide at once, that sounds like an easy way for one or both of them to get hurt!"

Mike asked the question to the representatives, who glanced at each other uncertainly. "We…weren't going to have anyone directly overseeing the ball pit," Mr. Raugelan admitted. "There is a security desk that oversees the entirety of the day care which will be manned by human staff, but we didn't think that having anyone oversee the ball pit specifically was necessary since we were treating this like any other playground."

"I'm going to ask that you hire somebody to oversee the ball pit specifically," Mike declared. "It might be too much to have two staff oversee both ends of the slide to make sure only one person goes in at a time, and I get that. But you should absolutely have someone watching the ball pit at all times just in case somebody DOES get hurt." He glanced at the ball pit again. "And can you please make this thing a little bit bigger? It seems just a bit too small to fit a bunch of kids."

Mr. Leelurd frowned. "Increasing the ball pit size might be difficult," he countered. "We had to make this ball pit custom to accommodate the whole castle theme. I don't know if it'd be possible to make it bigger without replacing it completely."

"If it's at all possible to make it bigger without replacing it completely, then do so," Mike answered. "If it's straight-up impossible, then at the very least hire an extra staff member to make sure someone's monitoring the ball pit and the slide specifically."

"The latter is probably easier to implement," Mr. Raugelan commented as he wrote Mike's words down, "but we'll try and see what we can do for the former."

"Good enough for now," Mike replied curtly.

"Uh, Dad?" Liz suddenly interrupted, looking decidedly concerned. "Some of us were looking at the play towers while you were checking out the ball pit. You might wanna take a closer look at some of the play towers. There's some…pretty major issues with them."

Mike immediately grew concerned and abruptly moved away from the ball pit towards one of the play towers, ignoring the looks and exclamations of surprise from the Fazbear representatives. He approached a play tower that Susie was pointing at, and his eyes immediately widened as he saw what she was pointing at.

A hole on one of the upper floors, leading to a straight drop to the floor. And considering how high the tower was, Mike could already tell that a drop that high could cause serious injury to a kid if they fell into or pushed into the hole and landed on the floor the wrong way.

"That's not the only hole either," Jeremy pointed out as he rejoined his father. "We can see a few others in some of the other towers. And all of them are pretty high off the ground."

"That's not even the worst part!" Fritz added as he flew towards them. "Call me crazy…but I think there are power generators in the play towers!"

"Wait, WHAT?" Mike exclaimed, and it took everything in his power not to say the words out loud. "Did you just say GENERATORS?"

"Fritz is right," Gabe confirmed grimly. "There are straight-up power generators inside the play towers. And there are thick colored cords on the floors of the play towers leading to the generators, which are probably carrying electricity. Which, by the way, I'm pretty sure is a tripping hazard at best…and a risk for kids getting electrocuted at worst."

"What the fuck…" Mike muttered under his breath. This Daycare was already proving to be one of the most problematic areas in the entire Pizzaplex…and they hadn't even seen that jester animatronic yet!

The former Freddy inhabitant pointed towards one of the play towers…and sure enough, Mike could see a power generator with cords of different colors snaking from it on the floor, just like he had warned.

"Uh, Mr. Schmidt, we can explain," Mr. Leelurd tried to speak, for once sounding openly nervous.

"Well?" Mike turned to them, glaring at them both. It was clear to him that the Fazbear representatives had hoped that he wouldn't have noticed the glaring flaws in the Daycare. It was too bad for them, that his kids had already exposed them before they could even begin to cover it up or make excuses.

Before anybody could say a word, they were interrupted by a shrill, high-pitched voice. "Well, HELLO THERE!" An enthusiastic and delighted voice called out to them from above. Everyone's attention immediately turned towards the balcony of the castle decoration…where a golden jester animatronic with the face of a sun was waving towards them. Interestingly, the animatronic's head was predominantlythat of the sun, although there was still some elements of the moon on his face. "Ho-ho-ho!" the jester laughed, before jumping off the balcony and into the ball pit.

Mike barely had time to register the thought that this by itself was a safety hazard before the animatronic (who he was gonna call Sun for simplicity's sake) popped out of the ball pit again. "HELLO!" the attendant greeted the group of men, although his attention seemed squarely focused on Mike. "New friend! I haven't seen you before! Where are all your friends?"

Before Mike could even react, Sun raced towards him and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him for a few seconds in his eagerness to meet his new friend. Close-up, Mike couldn't help but feel uncomfortable at just how creepy the animatronic actually looked. "We're gonna have so much fun!" He shouted, completely oblivious to Mike's discomfort. Heck, the animatronic's voice was so loud at this point that it was practically SCREAMING in his face. "Are you having fun yet? Are you? Are you?"

Words failed the Schmidt family as Sun continued to pester Mike with suggestions, like a puppet show, telling stories, and drinking Fizzy-Faz. "We can do so many things together!" Sun exclaimed. "There's just one rule, make sure you always keep the lights on! On! ON!"

"What happens when the lights turn off?" Susie asked, being the first to form a coherent thought.

"I don't think we want to know," Cassidy mumbled under her breath.

"This guy's more hyper than Fritz if he got a physical body and drank 5 cups of coffee in a row," Liz muttered.

"I can't even be mad about that because you are completely right," Fritz replied, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Can't this guy get a clue at how uncomfortable Dad looks?" Jeremy asked, pointing out Mike's clear discomfort.

Even Mr. Raugelan and Mr. Leelurd seemed a bit disconcerted, as they were slowly backing away from the hyperactive and overeager Sun. Mr. Raugelan was so focused on the sight in front of him, in fact, that he failed to notice the tower of blocks behind him until he bumped into it, sending them all falling to the floor.

"Oh, no!" Sun exclaimed, immediately diverting his attention away from Mike and to the mess that Mr. Raugelan had accidentally made. "No, no, no, no!" He rushed towards the tower and began putting it better, muttering to himself all the while. "What a mess, what a mess! Oh, which one was the bottom and which one was the top! Clean up, I must clean this all up!"

"This guy is more manic than that one friend I had in college who had Type 1 Bipolar Disorder who took an antidepressant he wasn't supposed to," Mike thought, still struggling to comprehend what he was witnessing.

"Ahem," Mr. Leelurd cleared his throat while Sun was preoccupied with cleaning the tower. "Would you like me to show you the security desk?"

"Yeah," Mike muttered, unable to think up a more coherent response than that. Anything to distract him from the Sun animatronic, not that he wanted the animatronic to hear what he said out loud. The Fazbear representatives escorted Mike over to the security desk, which for all intents and purposes looked just like any standard security desk. There were quite a few computers on it, no doubt for the purposes of monitoring different play towers and the ball pit through cameras. On the wall behind the desk was a strange Freddy head-shaped container attached to the wall which held a flashlight inside it, as well as a smaller one on the desk.

"Don't touch that Freddy head," Mr. Raugelan warned. "There are two modes to the Daycare, a Day and a Night mode. The two operate on a fixed schedule, with the Night mode initiating as planned 5 minutes before the hour and lasting for about 15 minutes. A staff member makes the announcement about 5 minutes before that to give children time to get out of the towers and find a comfortable place on the floor to sleep. The Daycare Attendant also transforms at this time to reflect this change. He glanced at his watch. "As luck would have it, we are about 2 minutes away from 2:55 PM, so the transition to Night mode should initiate shortly."

"It would be best to wait for that transition to occur by itself," Mr. Leelurd added. "The Daycare Attendant tends to react…erratically…whenever the day-to-night transition is forced externally."

"Sun?" Mr. Raugelan called out to the attendant, attracting his attention and causing him to rush over to them. "Our new friend is here visiting for the day at our invitation, and we would like for him to see your Moon form once it is Night time."

"What?" Sun exclaimed in disbelief. "But then Moon will come out and I won't be able to play with our new friend anymore!" He sounded genuinely dismayed at the prospect, and Mike couldn't tell if this was because he wouldn't be able to play with him…or if there was some hidden reason why he didn't like Moon. He really hoped it wasn't the latter…although at this point, he honestly wouldn't even be surprised if it was.

"He is an adult visitor inspecting the Pizzaplex and everything inside it," Mr. Leelurd explained. "It must be done."

"Okay…" Sun finally agreed despondently. The seconds passed until 2:55 PM, and the Daycare suddenly plunged into darkness. Mike was honestly surprised by how dark it was, with the only illumination being the moon and star decorations which were now brightly lit.

"Oh, no! Oh, NO!" Sun exclaimed, sounding legitimately distraught. "He's gonna come out now! I'm sorry, I'M SORRY!"

"Is it just me?" Jeremy mumbled underneath his breath. "Or does it sound like this guy is afraid of this second animatronic for some reason."

"Which, if it's this Moon guy, is a REALLY bad sign," Gabe added grimly. "When an animatronic is SCARED of another animatronic? I think we've got a serious problem here."

The former Freddy inhabitant's words would unfortunately prove prophetic almost immediately, as Sun fell backward and out of sight behind the security desk. Barely a second later, sinister mechanical laughter began to echo from the very spot where he had fallen, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

"Naughty, naughty boy…" a voice that sounded terrifyingly inhuman hissed, only intensifying the dread that the Schmidt family was feeling. A hand suddenly reached out from the darkness and grabbed the desk, and the Daycare Attendant lifted himself from the ground only seconds later. Only his appearance had completely changed. Instead of the bright yellow clothing he had been wearing earlier, his clothes were now midnight blue with a few yellow stars scattered on it here and there. The sun-like fringes surrounding his head were now completely gone, replaced with a blue night cap. The coloring of the moon-colored head had completely changed, with the crescent moon being white and the rest of the head being pitch black, throwing his unsettling permanent grin into sharper focus. But what was the most terrifying thing about the animatronic was easily the eyes. Glowing red eyes that wouldn't have looked out of place on a demon…and disturbingly reminded him of Nightmare.

Mike had disliked the Sun form of the animatronic almost immediately, but that had been almost pleasant compared to witnessing the Moon form that was now present in front of him.

"Naughty, naughty boy!" Moon repeated with a menacing growl as his gaze fell upon Mike and he jumped onto the ground in front of him. "It's past your bedtime. And if you're still up past your bedtime, then you must be PUNISHED!" He shouted the last word with a terrifying roar, almost directly at Mike's face.

"What the FUCK?" Fritz yelled. "This is one of the most terrifying things I've seen in my life, and yes, that includes William Afton and the fucking Nightmares!"

"Enough, Moon!" Mr. Leelurd shouted at the animatronic, interrupting his menacing speech. "Mr. Schmidt is not a child. He is an adult who is inspecting the Daycare, and should be treated with the utmost care and respect!"

"Grrrr…." Moon growled as he took a closer look at Mike, although his movements weren't quite as aggressive as they were before. "I guess you're right. I'm sorry," he muttered, backing away with movements that seemed very Gollum-esque in appearance. "But I must find the bad children hiding around here! Bad children must be found. Bad children must be punished!" he ranted, still looking utterly deranged.

"There aren't any children here, Moon," Mr. Raugelan replied calmly. "The Daycare isn't open yet, and neither is the rest of the Pizzaplex."

"Then when the Pizzaplex opens, I will find them!" Moon promised sinisterly. "And when I find them, I'll punish them and make sure they go to their bedtime, where they belong!"

Mike inched towards Mr. Leelurd. "Is there a way to turn the lights back on?" he whispered to the man out of the corner of his mouth. He didn't want Moon to hear the question out loud, in case it set him off.

"The lights automatically turn back on in 15 minutes," Mr. Leelurd answered with a frown. "The only way to manually turn the lights back on before that is to activate all five emergency power generators scattered throughout the Daycare."

"Wait, WHAT?" Gabe exclaimed. "Why is that even a thing here?"

"Rrrrrgggghhhhh…" Moon's growl interrupted them. He had noticed the mess that had been made earlier, and that Sun hadn't been able to fully fix before transforming into Moon. "Clean up, clean up!" he snarled as he diverted all of his attention to the partially fixed tower of blocks. "I must clean this up!"

"I think it's time for us to go," Mike decided for them. His tone was deceptively calm, but everyone there, living or ghost, could hear the fury that simmered underneath the false tranquility.

"Yes, we probably shouldn't stay here any longer," Mr. Raugelan agreed. "Moon tends to get…quite agitated…if people are moving around here past their bedtime and they're not recognized as part of the staff."

"We'll be leaving now, Moon," Mr. Leelurd gave the animatronic one last farewell, carefully keeping any discomfort out of his voice. He reached over to the Freddy head attached to the wall and took out the flashlight, allowing its light to shine so that the adults could navigate their way through the Daycare. The room was quite dark with minimal illumination, so Mike had to be careful not to trip over something as they made their way over to the wooden double doors that they had seen earlier. Mr. Raugelan opened the doors to allow the rest of them through, and they walked thankfully back to the fully lit lobby. Neither of them stopped moving until they were back in the entrance area of the Daycare, with the golden statue of the Sun animatronic that seemed more sinister than ever after what they had just witnessed.

"What…in the actual…FUCK WAS THAT?" One of the kids screamed. It took a few seconds for the Schmidts to realize that it was CHARLIE of all people who had shouted the curse word. Which given her normally placid and mature nature, would have been a massive red flag in and of itself.

"I honestly think that Daycare takes the prize for the worst thing I've seen in the entire Pizzaplex," Susie commented with a scowl. "And that's REALLY saying something with everything we've seen so far."

"There were SO many things wrong with that Daycare that it wasn't even funny!" Liz exclaimed. "The holes in the floors of the play towers, the generators straight in the middle of the play towers…"

"…and the Daycare Attendant," Fritz finished for his sister. "Literally every single fucking thing about the Daycare Attendant."

"Ummm…Mr. Schmidt," Mr. Raugelan tried to speak to him, clearly nervous about his potential reaction. "I know that the Daycare Attendant didn't leave the best of first impressions…"

"Just…" Mike snarled the words out, no longer able to fully contain his rage. "…Fucking…Stop."

Wisely, Mr. Raugelan fell silent almost immediately, recognizing that it was best to just let Mike vent his frustrations and criticisms out uninterrupted.

"I've seen a lot of questionable and problematic things in this Pizzaplex," Mike continued, fury clear on his face. "And I tried to be as accommodating to them as much as possible. But this?" He gestured towards the Daycare. "This was nothing short of a complete fucking disgrace. First off, those towers with the holes in the floors. That by itself is a terrible safety hazard, because if a kid were to fall through those holes or get pushed through them? I was testing the floor while I was walking on it, and the cushions on the floors are NOT soft enough to stop a major injury if a kid falls on them the wrong way from that high up. Hell, even if they WERE soft enough, if one kid landed on top of another from that fall, they'd be at a major risk for serious injury either way."

Mr. Raugelan tried to speak, but Mike cut him off. "And no," he growled, "having extra staff monitoring the play towers does NOT solve the fucking problem." The Fazbear representative closed his mouth, wordlessly allowing Mike to continue.

"And then there's the generators," Mike sneered, his anger flaring as he remembered the generators. "Who the FUCK thought it was a good idea to have power generators deep in the play towers where kids could mess around with them? That's practically begging for a disaster to happen! Best case scenario, a kid accidentally pulls a wire or flips a switch they aren't supposed to, and the power for the entire place goes out. Worst case scenario? They fucking electrocute themselves and you have a dead kid on your hands! And that's not even mentioning the tripping hazard from the wires themselves!"

"We…uh…we put the generators in the play towers because there wasn't any space for them to be placed anywhere else," Mr. Leelurd offered quietly. It was a feeble excuse, and everyone there knew it.

"Oh, really?" Mike asked with sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Because I saw a bunch of space next to the Security Desk that would've been perfectly fine spot for the generators! Hell, if you program the wiring probably you don't even have to worry about turning back the power on manually since they'd all be right there next to the Security Desk!"

"But it would be unsightly!" Mr. Raugelan protested. "Having all those generators next to the Security Desk piled up together, or having one large generator standing right next to the Security Desk, would be an extremely awkward and unusual sight that would break the immersion of the Daycare atmosphere!"

"I don't give a shit," Mike retorted. "I told you before, safety is my number one concern here. Reprogram the generators and the wiring so that they aren't in the play towers where kids could get hurt by them. Have them behind or next to the security desk so that they're in a place where kids are either less likely to go or can be stopped by the overseeing adults. And in case I haven't made it clear, no, this is NOT fucking optional."

Mr. Raugelan and Mr. Leelurd gave each other defeated glances, but wrote down the instructions as Mike had instructed. This was certainly going to delay the opening of the Day Care and more than likely aggravate the executive board, but there was nothing they could do. They were just messengers for Schmidt, and were bound by their own objectives to write down his instructions.

"And now we can talk about that fucking Daycare Attendant," Mike concluded, giving the statue of the Daycare Attendant a look of disgust. "What the FUCK were you people thinking when you designed that thing? That's one of the worst things I've seen in my life, and I worked at a restaurant where your animatronics were actively trying to kill me!"

"The Daycare Attendant animatronic was just a complete mess," Cassidy agreed. "Both of them were."

"Let's talk about Sun first," Mike began his rant anew, this time focusing specifically on the Daycare Attendant. "He was probably the less offensive and frightening out of the two animatronics. But that doesn't change the fact that he is way, way, WAY too hyper and energetic to be anywhere near kids. That maniac literally GRABBED me in like the first few seconds of me meeting him! Do you have ANY idea just how traumatizing and terrifying that would be for a kid to get grabbed out of nowhere by an adult, or adult-sized animatronic, like that? If I was a kid, I'd be scared as hell! That kind of thing can cause kids nightmares!

"I'm a ghost who literally can't be touched by that Daycare Attendant, and I was still scared when I saw him grab Dad!" Susie exclaimed.

"Our company wanted him to serve as both protector and daycare," Mr. Leelurd finally got his first sentence in since Mike had started his rant. "And we wanted Sun to be as vigilant as possible."

"And I appreciate the thought since it actually means you gave a shit about safety for the first time in God knows how long, but you have other staff around to keep people safe," Mike countered. "Because right now, I honestly think the biggest threat to kids is from the Daycare Attendant itself, mentally and emotionally."

"And this is Sun that we're talking about," Jeremy pointed out. "Moon was way, WAY worse."

"And don't even get me fucking STARTED on Moon!" Mike was even more agitated now than he had been when he was talking about Sun. "Moon was even more of a shitshow than Sun was! He's straight-up an aggressive jackass who bullies kids who he thinks are up past their bedtime, even if they might've just been a little slow in lying down! Who the fuck thought this kind of behavior was fucking acceptable around kids? He's like a bully in his Moon form except a thousand times worse because he's supposed to be taking care of the kids he's chasing after? And why does he sound like a fucking mechanical demon?"

"If kids weren't already traumatized by Sun, then they're DEFINITELY gonna be traumatized by Moon!" Gabe commented as he crossed his arms disapprovingly.

"Then what do you recommend, Mr. Schmidt?" Mr. Raugelan asked, sounding even more defeated than before. He was smart enough to recognize that he wasn't going to win an argument with Mike over the Daycare Attendant, and that whatever he was going to suggest wasn't going to be optional.

"There's really no other solution except to change the Daycare Attendant's personality," Mike replied, allowing his rage to subside as he calmed himself down. "That or get rid of him entirely, but I don't feel right simply throwing away an animatronic like trash if he's sentient like this. But his personalities need to be dramatically toned down. Both of them. If you want him to be a good caretaker and not scare the hell out of every kid in the Daycare, then he needs to be a lot calmer and more level-headed than his two personalities are right now. If you want that Daycare Attendant to be even remotely fit to watch over kids, there isn't any other option available."

"And seriously, reprogram him so that he doesn't touch kids unless it's absolutely necessary!" Charlie added. "Or at the very least nearly as often! There's literally NO good reason why he should be grabbing a kid he meets for the very first time!"

Mike added his daughter's suggestion, and Mr. Leelurd wrote all of the criticisms Mike had given to him regarding the Daycare down. He grimaced as he closed the notebook, knowing full well that the executive board wouldn't react well to the extensive list of mandatory choices Mike had demanded of them for the Daycare. But he would do his duty as his job demanded, and let his superiors deal with the fallout.

"Are we finally done?" Fritz asked plaintively. "The sooner we get the hell out of here, the better!"

Normally someone would've called Fritz out on his impatience, but given what they had just experienced in the Daycare, everyone agreed with him that they needed to get the hell out of there as soon as possible. Mr. Raugelan and Mr. Leelurd escorted Mike and the Schmidts back to the main lobby, where there were two small areas that they needed to inspect. One was a gift shop called Glamrock Gifts, while the other was a café, neither of which were of significant interest or took very long to inspect.

And with that, the tour of the Mega Pizzaplex was finally over.

"Thank you very much for touring our improved and nearly completed Mega Pizzaplex," Mr. Raugelan offered his hand to wrap up Mike's visit. "I know it took quite a long time for us to review everything, but I appreciate the interest that you showed in our company's greatest accomplishment."

"We appreciate that you took time out of your busy schedule to offer your criticisms and instructions on how to improve the Pizzaplex," Mr. Leelurd added as he shook Mike's hand as well.

"I also appreciate the fact that you took the time to show me around as well," Mike replied agreeably. By now, his rage had cooled down, and he wasn't going to heap blame or show ingratitude to two men who, as far as he was aware, were just doing their jobs. "I do expect, however, that the more important improvements that I suggested be implemented by the time the Mega Pizzaplex opens to the general public. Make sure that the executive board understands fully that, as far as I am concerned, safety is not optional."

"We will make sure that all your comments and suggestions are delivered to the executive board as soon as possible," Mr. Raugelan promised. After all, failure to do exactly that would not only lead to them losing their jobs, but possibly the downfall of Fazbear Entertainment as a whole.

Mr. Raugelan and Mr. Leelurd escorted Mike (and the ghost kids) back to their car, and the Schmidt family drove off. Only when the Mega Pizzaplex was far behind them did Mike take out his phone and make a call.

Charlie squinted at the number he was dialing, and then her eyes widened. "Wait…are you calling Nightmare?" she asked incredulously.

"Yeah," Mike admitted without hesitation. "I'm gonna ask him to pay a little visit to the Fazbear executives whose dreams he tortured."

"Wait, WHAT?" Susie exclaimed. "I thought you didn't want to call on Nightmare anymore unless you absolutely had to! And are you actually gonna ask him to torture them? They haven't even technically done anything wrong yet."

"I'm not gonna ask him to torture them," Mike reassured his daughter. "I agree, torturing and punishing people for wrongs they haven't done yet is unjust and inappropriate. I just need him to give them a little reminder of what will happen to them if they DON'T comply with the demands we made today after hours of time and work."

He didn't smile or revel in the idea of torturing the corrupt Fazbear executive board, but his gaze noticeably hardened into a cold glare. "Because in situations that can literally be the difference between life and death," he added ominously. "Sometimes, fear and pain are the greatest teachers of all."

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A/N: And there you have it everyone! The Schmidt family's visit to the Superstar Daycare, and the conclusion of their tour of the newly completed Mega Pizzaplex. And yes, the Superstar Daycare was just as much of a glorious shitshow as you had all expected!

Yeah, that Daycare seriously had so much stuff that was wrong with it, even if you took out the Daycare Attendant. There was absolutely no way that the Schmidt family was gonna let ANY of that slide without extensive changes, pun totally intended. It'll be a pain for Fazbear Entertainment, but sometimes, drastic changes are what must be done.

With all that being said, I'm probably not gonna show Nightmare "revisiting" the Fazbear executives that he paid a little visit to the first time like Averus. It would basically be him showing up and threatening them without actually torturing them, sorta like the first time he visited them only without the gruesome attacks and tortures. And that would just be repetitive more than anything.

Anyways, I'm gonna focus on my boards now. While I'll still gonna repost chapters on ArchiveOfOurOwn, do not expect a new chapter earlier than the second half of August, if even then.

Thank you again for reading, and hope you guys enjoyed!