*After 25 minutes, he was tired asf, nearly falling over a few times, but still cleaning* DAMN..

*He immediately tried to clean the daycare*

YOU FUCKED UP THIS PLACE!! I WAS TOLD TO KEEP IT SQUEEKY CLEAN AND IF I EVER FUCKING USED MY POWERS TO CLEAN IT I WILL BE DECOMMISSIONED. THEY CHECK EVERY HOUR TO SEE IF ITS CLEANED, AND I KNOW WE CANT CLEAN THIS IS SIXTY. FUCKING. MINUTES!!!

I'm getting decommissioned.

*He started to cry, shaking a bit*

*He started to tear up, putting his hands on his mouth*

*He walked in, looking at everything, just freezing up, and looking*

Rs: *He fell asleep on Tipzy*.

T: *He fell asleep too*

Rs: *He did biscuits on Tipzy's chest*

T: *He smiled*

T: *He picked up Risco, sitting down and cuddling em in a pile of boxes*

Rs: *He purred louder*

Rs: *He started to purr*

T: *He smiled, gently rubbing Risco's back*

T: *His automatic body warmth thing (idk) turned on, purring softly*

Rs: *He calmed down, still hugging Tipzy*

Rs: *He sobbed in Tipzy's shoulder*

T: *He rubbed Risco's back* It's okay, dearie..

Rs: *He sobbed a bit*

T: Hold on, Milo..

M: Alr.

T: *He hugged Risco*

Rs: I just want moon back..

T: I know..

Rs: ... *He started to cry again*

T: *He pet Risco on the head to*

Rs: He's also an asshole. But not.

T: Yeah.

M/Milo: MH!!

T: *He pet Milo on the head*

Rs: He's just like.. he doesn't get anything..

T: Mhm..

Rs: It's not normal, it's weird asf. Idk why it happens.

T: You are an old animatronic. One of the oldest ones here, you're gonna have some weird shit to ya.

Rs: Ik..

T:.. Soo.. You uhm.. still gonna be friends wi-

Rs: Probably not.

*Everyone else closed their eyes*

Rs: *He calmed down, turning off and turning back on* ugh.. sorry guys..

T: It's normal dude, don't stress it.