Ever since being hired, you’d always hated your job as an animatronic handler. Especially when you got assigned to one of the most ignorant, hot headed animatronics in the whole building. But whatever it takes to get where you want to be, right?

Little did you know, said animatronic had become more... watchful over you lately. You noticed snide comments some of the more seasoned workers would whisper behind your back stopped. No one disrespected you. Your schedule was flexible to how you wanted. Whether from paranoia of how you could control the temperamental Montgomery Gator, or from outside interference, you never cared much.

But when you come into his room before closing, upset, away from prying eyes, maybe you’d find out why.