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{ Second Person POV }
Everything was a giant fucking mess from the start of the day, and you despised it.
You had missed your alarm that was supposed to wake you up early to get ready for work, and do all of your essentials. Your unconscious form tucked under warm cozy blankets and hiding you away from both the cold weather outside, and the air conditioning you always had blasting within the safety of your home. You seemed to be having a rather pleasant dream as there was a hint of a smile on your peaceful face, stuck in a moment of bliss and completely unaware that you were over an hour late to your job. It was hard for your body to even consider on waking up with how blissful this moment you were stuck in seemed to be. Comfortable, in your lane, and dreaming about dancing on puffy clouds. You were lucky that your quick wits from a few mere weeks ago had made sure to set a backup alarm in case your present self was a dumbass and missed the first alarm, although, you were unlucky that you gave yourself some slack and only set the alarm an hour later than the time you were supposed to be up.
So having yourself startled awake with ear-piercing beeps coming out from the speaker of your phone was not ideal, especially when your groggy self reached out to the rectangular device and put it up to your face. Squinting to see what time it was only for your eyes to go as wide as saucers when you finally realized that you were late for your dayshift at The Pizza Plex. The speed on which you threw the blankets off of you and stumbled out of bed was impressive but needed some work as you were tripping on your feet trying to get to your bathroom, not even bothering to try to take a shower as it was much too late for that. The best you could attempt to do was brush your teeth and wash your face, as it truly was the only freshening up you could do in such a hurry. Maybe spraying on some cologne will give off the impression that you are a clean man that didn't oversleep. Yeah. Very convincing.
Rushing out of the bathroom, your only task now was to get dressed, and as fast as you could. Your still sluggish self trying your best to quickly put on a pair of clean socks, not even caring at the moment that they were mitchmatched to hell and back, and that one reached your knee while the other struggled to even go halfway to your calf. That was fine, it was all fine. At the least your outfit wouldn't be a disaster seeing as it was assigned to you. Hell, maybe the clash of the bright colors would match your socks, seeing as you were required to wear such a thing to fit the "theme" the Pizza Plex had. And to appear more child-friendly, guessing by the area you were soon going to be surrounded by if you HURRIED THE FUCK UP!!! DAMN!!!!!!!!
You got into your required outfit without much trouble, speeding through a few other things before you neared the door. You smoothened out your clothes, brushed your hair, grabbed your bag you always bring to work, and lastly you had grabbed a fruit to have as some sort of energizer to get through the day. Along with bringing a simple bottle of water and a snack in your bag, for emergencies. You wouldn't believe the prices these people had the audacity to put on their shit food at the Pizza Plex. Sometimes, you still wondered for how this business was going so long with all their cheap scapegoats they rode on.
Tossing your thoughts aside, you had quickly slipped on your usual pair of shoes, snatched your keys and made your way out to work. Hopping onto your Vespa, you had quickly made your way to work, which leaves us to present time.
And boy, did this horrible day just make you wish you stayed in bed.
With it still being the bright and early morning despite your tardiness, many children on the younger side were invading the area as if this was their natural habitat. And with it unfortunately not being a weekday where parents wouldn't have to bring their children to Daycare, it meant that you and Sunnydrop had to deal with the flood of children. And boy was it hard considering the place you both worked in, and by. The inner part of The Daycare was filled what seemed to be with the brim with kids no older than 9 running amok, doing what children know to do best. Be an absolute headache. Deafening delighted screams filled the area, yelling at each other of what "belongs" to them, objects clattering against each other, the sound of their little feet pitter-pattering around the playgrounds, and much more. The Daycare had countless activities the children could do, and each activity put you on the verge of tearing up the entire section to avoid the growing migraine you could feel begin to form. Sometimes, you truly wondered why you didn't quit.
It was a wonder for how Sunnydrop could actually deal with these kids creating this much havoc, although at the same time, he was programmed to be able to handle them was he not? And he seemed to be enjoying himself. Until of course, a mess was made. Which was very often.
Even if you were only meant to really make sure things were going as they were supposed to, you couldn't help but pity the robot anytime you watched him have to do this all by himself. So, you'd help him out, just as you were now. Things seemed exceptionally chaotic today, so, why not give a helping hand?
Well.. perhaps the reason to not give a helping hand lied in the fact that toddlers were not as co-operative as you would have hoped them to be.
You tried your best here, really you did! But, things turned into nothing but a disaster for you.
"Robin, honey, please don't try to eat the glue!"
You called out to the child who was in the process of taste testing the glue that had its top unscrewed, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as you approached his sitting form. You kneeled down to his height and placed your hand upon the bottle of glue, saying as you tried to take it away "I know it says it's edible, but it doesn't mean you should chug it, okay?" Although, despite the gentle voice you made sure to have to try to convince the child to not drown himself in the white liquid, he seemed persistent on doing so anyways. His grip was surprisingly strong for a 3 year old, his tiny chubby hands having a killer grip on the plastic bottle while you did your best to not use much force.
"Robin. Please let go of the bottle." You'd say while trying to maintain your gentle voice, although your irritation leaked through the crevices. Your brows furrowing by hearing a firm "NO!" from the child who gave a tug at the bottle and gripped it harder. Unfortunately for you though, it was enough for the glue to arise from the unscrewed top and cover your hand, making you gasp and accidentally let go of the bottle due to the shock of your hand suddenly being covered in the cold, white substance. Great! Wonderful! Fantastic! You grit your teeth in clear annoyance as the toddler did nothing but laugh at the mess on your hands, as children always do. Laugh in the most inappropriate situations. Unfortunately for that little sucker though, while he was laughing his hiney off at you, you used your much cleaner hand to snatch the bottle of glue away from him. Making his features twist into shock, while your own turned smug. And just as you turned your head to look for the top to screw back on, you paused by suddenly hearing a whimper by the child, making your blood run cold.
You slowly turned your head back to the child only to see them looking up at you with tears in their eyes, making a wave of panic go through your body. Oh fuck no, you know that look all to well. And it would only end in disaster.
"W-Wait no no, please don't cry! Look, I'll give you back the glue if you just-"
But, it was too late. With a high pitched squeal, the waterworks had immediately started before loud cries began to emit from the small child, making you suck in a breath. Now was your que to leave. You quickly got up with the glue bottle along with the cap you saw on the table just in front of him, screwing it on before tiptoeing away from the child as if you hadn't made him cry in the first place. You were filled with guilt when you looked back and noticed Sunnydrop rushing over to the wailing child, panicking as he tried to help calm down the glue-eating boy to his best ability. But, in a similar fashion to yourself, he wasn't exactly perfect when it came to calming down a crying child. Especially when most of the children that stay there in the first place claim the robot is the scariest motherfucker they'll ever see in their life. Despite this though, you had gone off to try to help another child, who was most likely putting themselves in a situation that could easily be avoided. With your poor management by simply trying to take an object away from a 3 year old, it didn't go so well when you remained persistent on helping other children. Which ended in nearly the same fashion, with almost every kid you tried to aid making some sort of mess on you. First it was the glue, then glitter, then googly eyes, then colorful pieces of cut up construction paper, then vomit, and much more. And by the looks of your state after all of that, you certainly weren't a pretty sight. Especially considering that some of the children were not exempt on being violent, seeing as how one particular kid unleashed his pent up baby anger on you. Guessing by your messy hair that was tugged at as if he wanted to rip it out from your scalp, you looked like you came out of baby hell. And with each child you irritated in some manner, was another child Sunnydrop had to take the time to calm down thanks to your 'help'. Way to go!
Your various unsuccessful attempts at helping your fellow coworker left you lying your back against one of the inner colorful walls of The Daycare, your tired eyes staring up at the ceiling in defeat. Well, this is what being a good person does to you. Anything that you tried to do to simply went every way that you wished it didn't go, and made everything much more harder to actually deal with. And you felt terrible about it. Letting out a dejected sigh and closing your eyes, you could do nothing but sit there until you were told to get your ass up and get back to work, which would happen soon. But right now, you honestly needed a break from all of this. But, of course, your time would be interrupted, yet not quite in the way you would expect. Your ears would pick up on the sound of light steps coming towards your resting form, soon coming to a pause right beside you. And soon, you could feel something with a hard texture poking at your cheek. Once. Twice. Then repeatedly until you visibly got irritated and opened your eyes, looking at the person who was poking you. At first, the only thing you saw was a pale yellow robotic finger, which was just the thing that was poking you. But, as your eyes followed who it belonged to, you came across just the animatronic you were trying to help all along. His permanent grinning features stared down at you in silence as he let you take the time to process he was even here, the robot visibly perking up when his name slipped past your lips.
"..Sunny?"